Sam wakes up in the closet, which would not surprise Dean, were he awake. His nose is bloody, and he has a big, bloody mark on his forehead, but he looks otherwise fine. He tries the door, but it's locked. He calls out for Dean. Jack really looks like a monster now. His skin has changed. Bloody faced and near tears, he yells back, "Dean can't come to the phone right now." Hee. Sam pounds on the door. "Jack, if you hurt him, I swear to God..." Jack tells him to calm down, and that his brother's alive but he'll only stay that way if Sam calms down. Sam tries to talk him into letting him out so they can talk. Jack's attitude is one of thanks but no thanks, considering what you and your buddies have driven me to. Sam doesn't know the extent of Travis's actions, so Jack explains. "You sent your friend here. He tried to burn my wife alive." Sam says, "What? Why?" and Jack realizes Sam doesn't know that Michelle's pregnant with his little Rugaru Sprog. He's sure not going to spill the beans, so he lies. "He didn't say. I guess psychopaths don't have to explain themselves." Liar.
As Sam attempts to pick the closet lock with a coat hanger, he tries to talk Jack down. He assures him that he and Dean never would have hurt his wife. While Sam talks, Jack crawls over to a still unconscious Dean. He reaches out his already bloody fingers, wipes up Dean's blood with them, and licks it off. My phone rings again. I ignore it, again. Jack moans about how hungry he is. I guess he's a Dean Girl, too. Sam tells him not to do this. Jack bemoans the fact that he can never see his family again and starts ranting about how the Winchesters and Travis made Jack into "this" which from the side now looks a lot less like a knock-off Cusack, and much more like a bloody, bumpy, discolored David Arquette, don't you think? Sam points out that nobody's making Jack kill him and Dean, and then he puts on the therapist hat left behind in that closet, by someone thoughtful, no doubt. "You've got this dark pit inside of you. I know. Believe me, I know. But that doesn't mean you have to fall into it. You don't have to be a monster." Jack just laughs. "Have you seen me, lately?" Sam keeps giving his pep talk to Jack -- to himself. "It doesn't matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It's your choice." He goes back to work, rather loudly, on picking the lock. Luckily for him, Jack hears Dean's heart pounding. He groans as if in pain, then considers Dean as if he's Prime Rib. See? Dean Girl. He gets in so close that Dean's There's-A-Boy-Wanting-Me sensors snap into overdrive, and do their best to wake him up. The voice in his head says, "Dammit Dean, if you're going to go XY, save it for a Clooney or a Pitt. You're too pretty for a mussed up, low-rent Cusack Arquette."