Naturally, as soon as Charlie hits the boards, both boys are freed, and Sam escapes The Table seconds before the swords slam down just as Dean drops from the flies to rip the noose from his neck. Gasping at each other, they assure themselves that they are, in fact, okay, before focusing their collective attention on Jay, whose destroyed expression sags all the way off his elderly face and into the final METAL TEETH CHOMP!
Shabby motel bar, aftermath. Sam and Dean wander in from the street to find Jay -- his arthritic hands once more deceiving him -- fumbling through a deck shuffle before the beaten old man gives up. "Hey, Jay?" Dean hesitantly begins. Once Jay's finally lifted his eyes to theirs, Dean continues, "We wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday." "I killed my best friend yesterday, and you want to thank me?" Jay bleats. That shuts them up, as well it should, until Sam awkwardly inquires as to Vernon's current whereabouts. Turns out Vernon's abandoned Jay as well, as Vernon could no longer bear the sight of the decrepit loser who supernaturally stuck their mutual acquaintance like a pig. Dean attempts a pep talk, but it does little good. "Charlie was like my brother," Jay seethes through a haze of booze and pain, "and now he's dead because I did 'the right thing.'" "So now I have to spend the rest of my life old and alone, and what's so right about that?" Jay finishes before stumbling out into the darkness, and I'm sure Sam and Dean would be very sad, indeed, had they not been knocked unconscious by the twin anvils that just slammed down onto their heads. Yeesh.