Part 4

Dean is obviously stricken and he can’t hide it. The revelations are too much to take.

Demon- People talk about hell, they paint a cute picture, but the real thing? Not even close. If you could see your poor daddy. . .if you could hear him, the sounds he makes cuz he can’t even scream. . .you’d never have pulled a stunt like this. I could have brought him back for you.

As Dean can’t hide how hard she just hit him she tells him goodbye, wishing him a long life, as Dean asks her to wait. She walks away as Dean is shattered by what she just told him and he walks to a nearby picnic table with difficulty, slumping down onto it and burying his face in his hands.

We return to Evan’s study, leaving Dean alone in a broken world for the next few minutes, as Evan is so freaked out he can barely comprehend where he is. Sam is physically holding him inside of the circle as Evan fights against him in terror. Invisible claws rip through a nearby chair as pictures fall off the wall and shatter. It’s total chaos in the room as Sam wishes for Dean to hurry under his breath. Just then curtains are torn from the walls, taking the curtain rod with it, and the thing crashes through the window as it shatters into a million pieces.

We return to Dean as the demon looks over her shoulder to see Dean sitting there, utterly defeated. He doesn’t even look up as she turns around and approaches him to stand over him.

Demon- Oh, Dean.
(Dean looks at her struggling to get composure)
Demon (gently)- You didn’t call me here to bargain for Evan. Not really.
(Dean looks away, pained)
Dean (hesitantly)- So. . .could you really bring him back?
(The demon sits beside him, switching over into pure, sweet, saleswoman mode)
Demon- Of course I can. Just as he was. The way you dream him.
Dean- I don’t know. . .
Demon- He’ll live a natural life, the way he was supposed to. And you—you’ll have ten years with him before your time’s up. That’s a lifetime, Dean.

Dean nods and considers this. He stands up and the demon goes to follow, but she can’t. She’s stuck. She warningly calls Dean’s name as realization dawns on her and we see from a new angle that Dean has drawn a red X under the bench seat, placing four mojo bags like the ones in George’s doorway from each point of the X. It would seem that Dean has been baiting her all along, and the in spite of his pain he still has his wits about him, always the smart and savvy hunter before the emotional son.

Demon- How the hell did you—
(Dean gives her a hard smile)
Dean- What—how’d I know about Devil’s Bit mojo bags? I’m big into research. Worked better than I thought—Boy, you’re really stuck.
Demon- Let. Me up. Now.
Dean- Sure. Soon as you let Evan go.
Demon- I can’t break a binding contract.
Dean- And by “can’t” you mean “don’t want to.”
Demon- Dean. Let’s talk about this.
Dean- You know what? (he pulls out a rosary and holy water) I’m sick of talking.
Demon (worried)- What are you doing?
Dean- Sending you back to hell, lady.
Demon (quickly)- Forget Evan. Think of your dad.

Dean stops and thinks a moment then gets his head back in the game and begins chanting in Latin as the demon lets out an unearthly shriek.

We return to Evan’s study, as the shattered window showers the room with glass and Sam wraps his arms in his sweatshirt, the topmost of his customary many layers, using the fabric to shield Evan and himself. As pandemonium ensues around the room, the broken window lets in a draft and the Goofer Dust begins to blow away with the wind as Sam realizes that the circle is not going to hold.

We return to the crossroads as Dean continues his exorcism, playing in Sam’s shoes for awhile as he chants in Latin over the demon. She writhes in pain, yelling at him to stop and Dean pauses, dangling his rosary threateningly. She tells him in breathless pain that she will do it, anything that he wants, and he tells her to free Evan. We close off the demon’s furious and conflicted look.