As Jack gets ever closer to Dean, Sam breaks out of the closet, blow torch in hand. Sam looks on him with pity, perhaps hoping against hope that it's not too late, but alas, it is. In slow motion, Jack charges for Sam, who lights him up like a Christmas tree. Dean comes to just in time to see this, and looks on in horror, and with no small amount of sympathy for his brave brother. Sam looks back. He's disgusted, he's resigned, and he's looking for approval in Dean's eyes. DUN! Actually, DUN DUN DUN! While we go to commercial, I'll note that nitpick I teased earlier. Travis doused a good portion of that room in gasoline. A lot more than Jack should have caught fire. Dean and Sam should have been running for their lives, not contemplating the meaning of their lives and their life's work.
In Metallicar, Dean and Sam speed off into the night. The closed captioning people are still trying to atone for their lies last week, so they give their readers some lyrics to Jethro Tull's, "A New Day Yesterday," even though we don't hear the song in the episode. They spell the band's last name Tul, but I'm not picking, because I know exactly how tired I am right now, and that's a surefire way for me to guarantee I'll make the most embarrassing typos in the world. Dean tells Sam that he did the right thing, because Jack was a monster and there was no going back. He then adds, "Sam, I want to tell you I'm sorry. I've been kind of hard on you lately." Sam cuts him off. "Don't worry about it, Dean." The closed captioning of the lyrics reads: And we had so (sic) fun. Dean tries to continue the conversation, explaining to Sam that his psychic thing scares the crap out of him. Sam says, "Dean, if it's all the same, I'd really rather not talk about it." Dean tries to make light of the fact that Sam is the one who doesn't want to talk this time, but Sam won't play along. "There's nothing more to say. I can't keep explaining myself to you. I can't make you understand." This angers Dean. "Well why don't you try?" Sam says he can't, because this blood isn't in Dean the way it's in him. It's just something he has to deal with. Dean says, "Not alone."
In a gorgeous shot, Sam stares at his reflection in the passenger side window, that shows just how alone he must feel. He says, "Anyway, it doesn't matter. These powers -- it's playing with fire. I'm done with them." Lyrics: Oh, I had to leave today. Sam says, "I'm done with everything." He never takes his eyes off himself. He never turns to his brother. Dean looks over at the back of Sam's head, appearing not quite convinced, but hopeful enough to play along. "Really? Well that's a relief. Thank you." Sam finally turns away from his reflection. "Don't thank me. I'm not doing it for you, or the angels, or for anybody. This is my choice." Sam and Dean look toward one another, but I can't help but wonder if they can really see each other, or themselves. Their eyes return to the dark road ahead.