Chez Snore. Sam completes the circle. Also, the snare drum's taken over timekeeping responsibilities from the tick-tock clock, so, you know. Things could get loud.
Back at the crossroads, Dean recovers quickly enough from The Little Queen Of Boobs's taunts, and chivalrously opens the Impala's passenger-side door for her. "Such a gentleman!" she croons. And then she gets a look at the dirt beneath the car. "A devil's trap?" she sneers. "You have got to be kidding me!"
Chez Snore. Boring Evan hears a hellhound. Sam, of course, can't. "Where is it?" he demands. "Right outside the door!" Evan points. For some reason, even though Sam can't hear the hellhound, he can see the den's doors rattling as the hellhound flings itself against them again and again. Looking wigged, Sam makes a little girly hop into the protective circle with Boring Evan and instructs, "Just stay where you are!"
Crossroads. "You stupid, stupid boy!" The Little Queen Of Boobs hisses. "I should rip you limb from limb!" Dean's all, "Bring it, bitch!" The Little Queen Of Boobs advances upon him for a few steps, then stops herself. "I'm not going to put you out of your misery," she announces. "Your misery's the whole point!" "Well, I must admit," Raoul eyebrows, "it certainly seems that way, given how dull and dreary he's become this season. Sigh." "It's too much fun to watch," she adds, and Raoul must be restrained from pelting the television set with live mice in furious disagreement. Oh, I'm sorry. Do I need to explain that? The live-mice thing, not the furious disagreement. Some other time, perhaps. In any event, The Little Queen Of Boobs taunts and teases poor Dean, pushing all the right buttons to elicit The Imposing Ducky Lips Of Manly Angst And Torment before concluding, "You blew it, Dean! I could have given you what you need." "What do I need?" he growls. "Your father!" she sings. "I could have brought him back!" "Your loss," she shrugs, and makes to leave with a too-casual "See ya, Dean! I wish you a nice, long life." Dean, who'd been pushed up against the supports of a small water tower during all that, angles beneath the thing to bleat, "Hold on!" The Little Queen Of Boobs smiles to herself triumphantly.
Chez Snore. The hellhound abandons the doors in favor of circling around to the heating vent, where it huffs and it puffs and it blows the grate in to start up again with the manic barking. "It's here!" Boring Evan shouts. "Wake me up when someone gets eaten," Raoul remarks.