Long story short, The Little Queen Of Boobs confirms that Boring Evan's contract has been cancelled, for good. "You got what you wanted," she snits, "now let me go." Dean takes a step back to carry on with the latinating. "You know," she warns, "you renege, send me to Hell? Sooner or later, I'm gonna climb out, and skinning [Boring, Bonaduce-Like] Evan Hudson will be the first thing that I do." There's a shot here of the wooden cross dangling from the end of Dean's rosary, by the way. Just pointing that out. And noting, I suppose, that this shot would have been more effective had the cross been silver. Yes, there is such a thing as being too subtle, you know. And I must have lost my goddamned mind. When's the last time you ever heard someone complain that a show on this network was being too subtle? Dean deliberately closes Daddy Shut Up's demonic day-planner and, hoisting himself onto one of the water tower's supports, reaches up to yank down a board, breaking the trap's pattern and freeing The Little Queen Of Boobs. Alas for poor Dean, she can't just walk away without taunting him a little but more, painting as ugly a picture of Daddy Shut Up's current sojourn in Hell as she possibly can. The instant Dean snatches at her to shove her back into the trap, however, The Little Queen Of Boobs throws her head back and roars, expelling a geyser of foul blackness that congeals into a cloud to hover above the scene for a moment before it sweeps away on the night breeze. The addled maiden formerly known as The Little Queen Of Boobs, suddenly afraid and thoroughly disoriented, drops to the gravel, where she bleats, "How did I get here? And why are my tits hanging halfway out of my dress?" Dean gulps and pants his way into the final METAL TEETH CHOMP!