Wine Cellar. Aftermath. Dean lights a few candles, vainly searching for the exorcism manual that's now buried beneath several feet of Styrofoam, while The Demonically Enhanced Five-Cent Piece Of Ass taunts at him from within her invisible cage. Dean finally rises to shout the exorcism into her face from memory but of course biffs it after the first couple of words, because apparently, memorizing the one goddamned ritual guaranteed to send demons screaming back to Hell was never that high on his list of priorities. Oh, Dean. Oh, stupid, stupid Dean. ANY-way, the two hiss and scratch at each other for a bit until The Demonically Enhanced Five-Cent Piece Of Ass reveals she's not flying solo on this particular mission, which shuts Dean up long enough for the audience to realize she sabotaged her own lair as a means of summoning some backup of her own. Dean advances upon her, glaring, until she lightly sighs, "You can give me hard eyes all you want, but the fact remains: We just have to wait and see who shows up first -- the cavalry, or the Indians?" She doesn't clarify which side she thinks she's on, which is a nice little bit of ambiguity, but really: BORING!