"Why did you help us?" Dean asked.
"I want to eat her," George answered. "What do you say?"
"Sorry," Dean said and chopped his head off.
George could still think even though his head was detached. He wasn't dead, but he knew they wouldn't leave his head near enough to his body for it to reattach. His only regret was that he didn't get to eat her. He didn't understand why they wouldn't let him. That would have been a permanent end to her. Oh well. At least she couldn't boss him around anymore.