A bloodcurdling scream tore through the night. Dean's heart sank. What torture was the King of Hell inflicting upon his baby brother?
Dean made his way desperately through the maze of corridors. He dodged booby traps, and fought off a hellhound, while all sorts of gruesome scenarios raced through his mind.
Finally Dean burst through the final door, only to see a smirking Crowley toss a pair of sharp blades to the ground, then disappear in a cloud of smoke.
Sam was crouched in a corner, rocking back and forth while moaning, "He cut it off, he cut it all off".
Dean felt a spurt of outrage. Quickly running towards his baby brother, he braced himself for the worst. He knelt by Sam's side and checked him for injuries. Dean felt a slight sense of puzzlement. Sam didn't appear to be injured so why was he acted so weird? Then he saw what Sam was clutching in his hands.
Dean took a good look at Sam. "I think it looks better," Dean said, breaking into laughter as he ran his hand over Sam's newly shorn locks. "I should have let Crowley do this to you a long time ago."
Sam's fist connected with Dean's jaw so fast Dean never saw it coming.