Chez Snore. The hellhound's huffed and it's puffed and it's blown its way through the outer ring of graveyard dirt mixed with snakeskin, ash, powdered sulfur, salt, red and black pepper, powdered bones, powdered insect chitin, herbs, and iron filings, and now gouges its invisible claws through the floor, leaving long grooves bristling with splinters in their wake. Action Sammy throws himself in front of Boring Evan to protect the latter with his remarkably broad chest.
Crossroads. Latinating. The latinating continues as we cut back to Chez Snore, where the hellhound is huffing and puffing and whatnot again. Meanwhile, The Little Queen Of Boobs flips into some skip-frame shuddering as Dean makes his way through the exorcism. Back at the ranch, the hellhound's huffed and it's puffed and it's blown its way through the circle, so Sam yells, "Come on!" and drags Boring Evan into the hall. Latinating, running, latinating, running, latinating, barricading the laundry room's door, latinating, shuddering, latinating, pants-pissing, latinating, latinating, latinating, "WAIT!" The hellhound stops pounding on the laundry-room door, likely because its mistress has hiked her tongue down El Deano's throat for an angry snog. The two break apart, panting and snarling at each other. That was hott. "Don't you ever quote Paris Hilton again!" Raoul shrieks. "What the hell was that for?" Dean buhs. "Sealing the deal," she states rather flatly. "I usually like to be warned before I'm violated with demon tongue," Dean snits. "That's not what I...." Raoul, drop it. "But...." Drop it. You think that joke hasn't been made seventeen thousand times since last Thursday night? "Well...fine, then." Oh, don't sulk. "[Mew.]" Raoul, do not give me those eyes! "[Wibble.]" Oh, for Christ's sake. Go ahead! Do it. "I'll need my cue again." Why bother? You missed your first one. "[Meep.]" Gah! Fine! "I usually like to be warned before I'm violated with demon tongue," Dean snits. "That's not what I heard, little mister!" You happy? "Eeeeeeeeeeeee!"