Suite. Demon Dean vanishes in a loud flash just as...
...Our Intrepid Heroes snap awake in the real-world Impala. Vigorous panting abounds until both are swallowed by a deeply gratified METAL TEETH CHOMP!
Motel. Aftermath. Sam and Bobby run through recent events, with Bobby wondering if Sam's latent psychic abilities might be responsible for his rapid mastery of dreamwalking. Sam, suddenly troubled, clearly hadn't considered that possibility before, but brushes the suggestion off anyway. D'OH! They eventually join Dean in The Heroin Suite, where Dean notes that hateful Posh Bela's not answering her phone. Bobby finally gets a chance to notify them that he never saved Bela's aggravating life in Flagstaff, so she was LYING about her whole reason for being there in the first place. "You boys better check your pockets," Bobby warns, so Dim Dean and Stupid Sammy immediately start digging, forcing poor, put-upon Bobby to sigh, "Not literally." Heh. Dim Dean rolls his eyes and crosses to the safe, which is of course empty. "The [Fucking] Colt?" Sam seethes. "[Fucking] Bela stole The [Fucking] Colt?" "Hooray!" Raoul shrieks, for he and I hate that damn gun. "With a passion!" Raoul agrees. "Pack your crap," Dean orders. "Why?" Sam flails. "We're gonna hunt that bitch down," Dean duhs. It's about time, losers.
And finally, out at the car, after Dean LIES TO HIS BROTHER regarding the content of his dream, the two collapse into the Impala's front seat, where Dean quietly admits, "I don't want to die, and I don't want to go to Hell." Sam, pained, nods, "All right. We'll find a way to save you." Dean, knowing said way doesn't exist, half-smiles, "Okay, good," but somewhere deep inside, Demon Dean quite literally screams, "You can't escape me!" The camera cuts to a black-and-white Demon Dean shooting forward to freak the audience out most thoroughly indeed. "You're gonna die, and this? This is what you're gonna become!" The camera jumps again, and a mellowly smiling Demon Dean snaps his finger just once, hurling us all into black.
"That was unusually dull!" Raoul shrieks, and you must know by now that I agree, my scaly friend, but buck up! "Why?!" Because next week is Supernatural's version of Groundhog Day, and Dean gets killed, like, three billion times! "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" See you then, gang. "Kisses, my pretties!"