Dean and Cass reappear in a room, surrounded by tables full of books, bowls ingredients, everything. Dean looks around frantically. "Is this what you've been doing?" "Yes." "Uhm....alright. " Cass reaches to a table and picks up a bowl, as Dean grabs his lighter. "Need a light?" "I do, Dean. Light the-" Dean lights the contents of the bowl on fire and it starts crackling, releasing a sulfur-like smell into the room. "That'll work." Cass begins speaking in Latin, an ancient dialect. <"Oh lord who is in Heaven, damn us to Hell so we may cleanse this man's soul forever."> [b]"Of course, my children. Be careful."[/b] The two figures disappear in a flash of white, blinding light.