Back at the motel, Sam and Dean were each lying on their beds, with the T.V. on some stupid horror movie.

"So, demigods, huh?" Sam said, taking a drink of his beer.

"Yep." Dean set his empty bottle down and picked up a new one. "I hate demigods."

"They seemed pretty cool." Sam said. "I'm glad we didn't have to kill them. Kind of weird that their war was happening at the same time as the apocalypse, though, huh?" Sam asked.

Dean didn't say anything.

"One more thing." Sam turned to look at Dean. "Why didn't the hellhound take Nancy Bobofit to the Underworld?"

Dean lifted a shoulder. "I dunno, man… Maybe she was too ugly for him."

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