Dean is still in the bathroom pounding at the door to get out and Sam tells him heâ€™s letting him out. Sam moves the chair and opens the door. Dean wants to know what happened and Sam says, â€œNothing.â€ â€œMy ass,â€ Dean replies. Sam claims heâ€™s fine but Dean is more concerned about Brady. He goes into the living room to see heâ€™s okay and Sam agrees they need him. No more time for brotherly conflict for Crowley is there. His suit is dirty and torn up a bit. â€œGod, the day Iâ€™ve had.â€ Diva! He goes to talk to Brady. â€œGood news, youâ€™re going to live forever.â€ Brady realizes Crowley did something bad, well for him anyway.
Crowley went over to a demonâ€™s nest and had a little massacre. He claims to be losing his touch though because he let one of them live. Brady isnâ€™t happy. â€œOops.â€ He might also have given the surviving â€œtoadâ€ the impression that Brady left his post last night. â€œYou and I are, wait for it, lovers in league against Satan.â€ Brady is NOT happy, Dean is just stunned. â€œHello darling,â€ Crowley says. This is when Crowley sends Sam and Dean away, tips Bradyâ€™s chair over and proceeds to give him a little action in his own â€œcorn chute.â€ Nah, Edlund wouldnâ€™t go that far, would he? (**ponders**)
No, Crowley goes on. Death is off the table, Brady gets to live forever now too with him. Thatâ€™s something else they have in common (â€œbesides our torrid passionâ€) is our craving for self preservation. So he wants to know where Pestilence is at. Before Brady can answer, a hellhound howls. Now Brady is worried. Brady? Forget him. Dean is freaking the hell out. I guess that image of being eaten alive by one is still fresh. Crowley says it is and checks his pocket. Dean wants to know how that is a hellhound. Oops, someone slipped Crowley a coin, aka a tracking device. Sam confirms that a hellhound followed them. Crowley says they technically followed the coin. Yep, Dean is losing it now.
Brady says if they get him out of there, heâ€™ll tell them anything they want. Sam tells him to shut up. Dean thinks they should go, but Crowley claims he knows more about the hounds than anyone and theyâ€™re long past the point of car. Crowley throws Dean the coin and disappears in thin air. They hear the hellhounds howl and NOW Sam gives him an â€œI told you soâ€? Not good timing Sam. Dean has the best response, a belittling â€œWell good for you.â€ Ha! Luckily, they have salt in the kitchen. Sam says heâ€™ll watch Brady. â€œWatch me?â€ Brady says. â€œGet me the Hell out of here!â€
Dean goes to fetch the salt but too late, the hellhound goes crashing through the window. Dean runs and closes the glass doors, but the hellhound bursts through that too. You should know that Dean! We see Deanâ€™s distorted view from the hellhoundâ€™s eyes and then Dean fires at it. It slows it down enough for Dean to retreat to the other room. Sam is untying Brady. He realizes that Dean never got to the salt. Dean loads the shotgun as the hellhound looms and growls. Brady keeps whining about them getting out of there. Shut up you pussy!
Suddenly Crowley yells at the beast. Dean acknowledges heâ€™s back and Crowley says heâ€™s invested. He tells the hellhound to stay. â€œYou can control them?â€ Dean asks. â€œNot that one,â€ Crowley says, pointing at the one near Dean. â€œI brought my own.â€ He pets the head of the invisible beast. â€œMineâ€™s bigger,â€ he boasts. He tells his beast to sick â€˜em and the two hounds have it out. Things are crashing around, blood spatters, claw marks are everywhere and itâ€™s quite intense! Thereâ€™s also another blood spatter shot on the camera lens, a la â€œDean Men Donâ€™tâ€™ Wear Plaid.â€ Sam finishes releasing Brady while Dean scratches a break in the Devilâ€™s trap. They run outside to the Impala where Crowley is already waiting for them but is only standing there smiling. â€œIâ€™ll wager a thousand my pup wins.â€ They all get inside and Dean drives away in a hurry, not willing to take on that wager.
Our players are in an alley and Brady hands a paper to Crowley. Heâ€™s sure Pestilence will be there. Crowley reads the info and hands it to Dean. Dean asks what he thinks for heâ€™s betting everything on Crowley being on the level. â€œItâ€™s good, Crowley,â€ says. â€œYouâ€™ve got no reason to lie, have you? Like I said before, youâ€™re in my boat now.â€ â€œYou screwed me, for eternity,â€ Brady replies, but technically he screwed him with his pants on, for eternity. Crowley assures it wonâ€™t last that long. â€œTrust me.â€ Crowley goes to leave and Dean follows with a can of salt so he can draw a salt line across the alley. Brady wants to know where Crowley is going. â€œIâ€™m going to do you a favor.â€ Oh right, â€œSupernatural.â€ This is how demons do favors.
During all this Sam is standing there like a statue, one very cold pissed off statue, keeping his eyes and his mega frown square on Brady. Crowley goes up to Sam before leaving. â€œI expect weâ€™ll be in touch.â€ Sam doesnâ€™t move a millimeter like heâ€™s lost in his own world of hatred and revenge. This is actually scaring the crap out of me. Crowley heads down the alley and slips by casually before Dean finishes the salt line. Dean lets him go through. Then we get this GORGEOUS shot of the Impala alone at the end of the alley. Actually, itâ€™s more of a silhouette underneath the faint street light. Awesome! Itâ€™s like sheâ€™s there in ghost mode or something watching over the boys this time. Dean finishes the salt line, essentially trapping Brady.
So, if youâ€™re going to do in a foe, what do you do? Why sick one horribly pissed off Sam Winchester on him, thatâ€™s what. I mean, what a setup! Letâ€™s do the math. A salt line, a closed in alley, a sigil carved on the chest that prevents escape via black smoke, Dean playing fight coordinator and Sam the attack dog (or moose if you want to go there) in ready position with the demon killing ginsu. Even gladiators had better odds.
Brady wants to know what all this is and Dean starts since Sam is getting a little jittery waiting for his cue. â€œAll those angels, all those demons, all those sons of bitches, they just donâ€™t get it do they Sammy.â€ â€œNo they donâ€™t Dean.â€ There, he talks! Brady has a â€œgive me a breakâ€ look on his face. â€œYou see Brady, weâ€™re the ones you should be afraid of.â€ Oh, so this is an EXAMPLE killing. That makes it better. Brady laughs, not taking this seriously so Sam raises the knife and goes into ninja position. So Brady, being the typical arrogant demon he is, decides to taunt the freakishly tall dude with the knife that can kill him.