While Travis pours gasoline around the room, helpfully providing something for me to nitpick a few minutes from now, Jack pleads for Michelle's life, but Travis will not be moved. Jack struggles to break free from his cuffs. We see the same shots of blood cells traveling through veins. These alternate with Jack's flashbacks to tender moments with Michelle. I think this means Sam was right -- that some Rugarus might be able to control themselves. Don't get me wrong, Jack's not going to, but that could well be because Travis has backed him into a corner. After all, it isn't Jack's hunger that helps him muster the strength to break free, but his love for his wife. Between that and his appearance when he first arrived home, I'm putting a point down in Sam's column. Sorry, Travis. Jack's not sorry though; he frees himself and lunges for Travis. Travis fights back. He's a scrapper. He even whacks Jack with his cast. Jack grabs it and snaps it, and Travis's arm, clear in two. My phone rings. Caller ID says, "Chicago," so I'm not answering, and I'm turning down the volume on my machine. Jack's on top of Travis now, and he's holding his head to the floor. Eyes wide and wild, he tears back Travis's shirt, and descends upon his bare, vulnerable neck. Jack lifts his head. His chin is bathed in Travis's blood. It drips from his lips. His eyes are half shut. He chews Travis's flesh. WITH HIS MOUTH OPEN. My phone rings, again. Whatever. Michelle can't believe what she's seeing. Travis is still clinging to life, but not for long, because Jack's had a taste now, and he's going back for more. Crunch. When he unlatches from Travis's he spins his head quickly to look at his wife. She gasps. He hears her heart beat loudly, as she tries to breathe. He looks at her the way a curious puppy might consider someone, crouches down, and... unbinds her. She springs back from him and yells, "Stay away from me." Jack speaks her name, but she flees in terror and screeches away in her car. One can but hope she makes the office of a good geneticist her first stop. With Michelle gone, Jack tries to collect himself, but when he looks back down at Travis's corpse, he realizes there's plenty of good eating there. It's probably extra tender too, because of the beer.

The Winchesters arrive at the Montgomery's house, and Dean spots Travis's pick-up truck across the street. Sam says, "That stupid son of a bitch." They head in and survey the damage -- furniture all a-tumble, and a huge blood stain in the middle of the carpet. A trail of blood leads behind the couch, where there's a little bit of flesh left, that our intrepid heroes swiftly identify as Travis, or what's left of him. Sam turns to Dean, "Guess you were right about Jack." Actually, Sam... Wait. Jack's just jumped Dean from behind. He knocks him down and knocks him out cold. Sam tries to light his blow torch but Jack grabs him and knocks him out with it and DUN! METAL TEETH CHOMP RWAAAAAR OR SOMETHING!!!