Aftermath. Nancy leads one of the injured out to a waiting ambulance while the boys chit-chat with the special agent, who's decided to LIE to his superiors by informing them that "Sam and Dean Winchester were in the chopper when it caught on fire," and the resulting explosion left no identifiable remains, "not even from dental records." Oooo-kay. We'll pretend The Federal Bureau Of Investigation does not have a laboratory extensive enough to complete genetic analyses on the tiniest fragments of human remains and just go with all that, shall we? "Let's!" Excellent. Everybody shakes grateful hands on the plan, and Our Dear And Somewhat Battered Boys take their leave.
A short time later, a small brunette clad in a cunning little pink coat grasps an older woman's hand as the two enter the precinct and approach Brave Little Virginal And Doomed Nancy, who stops sweeping pan-seared demonic remains from the floor long enough to offer the moppet a cheerful greeting, and oh, crap. We're about to lose Raoul. Again. "EVIL! THE CHILD IS EVIL!" Shhhh! Breathe slowly, and calm yourself down, and I'm sure we can make it through this in one piece, okay? "NONONONONO! IT IS NOT OKAY!" Raoul roars before curling up into a little ball atop his overstuffed armchair and whimpering, "Fiends! Foul, wretched, wicked FIENDS!" Oh, Jesus. ANY-way, the brunette moppet steps away from her guardian to inquire politely, "Excuse me? I'm looking for two boys -- they're brothers? One's really tall, and one's really cute?" So, even Satan's a Deangirl. Lovely. In any event, Brave Little Virginal And Doomed Nancy giggles at this description of Our Dear Boys and smiles, "What's your name, sweetie?" There's an ominous pause before we receive the expected response: "Lilith." The camera leaps in on her face, and the wicked child's eyes flip a milky, opaque white, and say goodbye to Raoul, kids. "EEEEEEEEEK!" Oh, really, Raoul. The ceiling again? I just fixed the damn holes you made last Thursday night! I am never getting my deposit back, am I? Sigh. Meanwhile, Amici's leapt to his feet in shock, and Nancy herself skitters backwards a few feet while Henriksen races around a desk to intervene, but it's all for naught, for Lilith simply raises one of her creepy preadolescent hands, and as a horribly brilliant white light fills the room, the anguished screams of Our Intrepid Heroes' late companions reverberate into the METAL TEETH CHOMP!