Sam opened Chalice's front door, thinking it was the food they ordered. Sam was still pulling on his shirt and had forgotten that his pants were unbuttoned. Dean punched Sam in the face so hard he fell to the floor. Sam staggered to his feet.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Sam demanded. Dean could see Chalice standing in the background behind Sam. Dean was hysterical with rage. "You've been fucking my brother too?" he cried to Chalice in anguish.
Sam looked at Chalice venomously. "What does he mean 'too'?"
"I can explain…" Chalice responded, confirming both of the brother's worst fears.
Neither of them could bring themselves to hurt Chalice, so they decided to kill each other instead. Sam jumped through the doorway barreling into Dean, knocking them both off of the porch and into the front yard. They began punching each other, kicking each other, biting, anything to cause pain to the other. Chalice tried a few times to get in their way to stop the fight, getting hurt in the process. Dean could tell she was going to continue to do that and he desperately didn't want to hurt her. He ran to his car and drove away, knowing Sam would follow. Sam ran back into Chalice's house and took her car keys.
"Sam get out of my car! I'm going to report it stolen!" Chalice screamed, trying to get Sam not to follow Dean.
"I'll deal with you later!" Sam bellowed at her as he drove away in her car. The song "Bad Boyfriend' was on a CD so it started to play again. Chalice, sobbing, ran inside the house. This was even worse than she thought. They were really going to kill each other because of her. She didn't call the cops; both the men were so out of their minds, they'd probably get themselves killed. Plus, she knew their history and didn't want them to rot in prison. She couldn't take this, she wanted to die. It was the only way to fix this…If she were dead they'd have nothing to fight over. The song was still playing in her head.
She ran upstairs and got the strongest, thickest rope she could find. While standing upstairs, she made a hangman's noose with one end and tied the other end to the banister. She climbed to the outside of the banister, held on while slipping the noose over her neck, the jumped. Her body jerked, she felt the tightness around her neck; she heard her neck snap. The pain was agonizing, but not as agonizing as her guilt. It was so much pain she almost relieved herself. Then, the rope broke. She plummeted to the second floor, landing on her stomach. She broke her leg, probably a few other bones too. Her neck was still broken and her head hung at a nauseating slant. It didn't matter though…as she began to crawl to the kitchen, her neck reformed and the bone in her leg healed as though nothing had happened. There's no way the rope could have broken…it was brand new and thick! The universe didn't want her to die yet. But she wouldn't give up that easily.
Meanwhile, Sam rammed Chalice's convertible into the back of the impala. Dean slowed the down enough so that they two cars could slam into each other side by side. They really wanted to kill each other and they didn't care if they destroyed the cars in the process. They continued the violent car chase for a few blocks, until Sam took a different route. Dean could see Sam pull up the golden convertible in the distance, facing him. He wanted to play chicken. Sam honestly thought Chalice's chick car could stand up against the impala? Dean was offended. If he wasn't already feeling homicidal towards his brother, that would have been the last straw.
Chalice could live through hanging and falling, but what about an explosion? She turned off the pilot light and turned on the gas on her stove as high as she could. She patiently let the gas fill her house and then she got out a huge box of matches. She tried lighting the match, and tried, and tried. She tried another match, and another, and another, dropping each one to the ground…not a single one lit, not even a spark. She tried lighters, rubbing two sticks together, nothing, nothing worked! In a furious rage, she ran through her kitchen and living room, flipping furniture, throwing things, breaking everything in her path. Unwittingly she broke her windows and all the gas left the house.
The cars revved and sped towards each other. Each brother jumped out of their car as the automobiles slammed into each other. Somehow the music continued to play. As they began punching each other again, they realized they were in front of an abandoned construction site. There were numerous weapons at their disposal; they managed to beat each other to a pulp.
Chalice ran into her kitchen and grabbed the biggest, sharpest knife she could find. She slit her wrists, she slit her throat. The blood gushed, she just wanted it all to end, but the blood stopped flowing and began to flow back into her. She screamed and tried to cover the wound so the blood couldn't come back inside of her, but there was no way for her to block it. She stabbed herself; her body pushed out the knife and healed. She was like Wolverine, nothing could kill her, accept…decapitation! Now if she could just figure out how to cut off her own head.
Dean had finally managed to get the upper hand on Sam and was about to deal the final blow. Castiel appeared, and he used his powers to push each of the Winchester brothers against a wall. Chains emerged from the wall and bound each brother tightly. Cas touched each of the men and healed their words instantly, yet he couldn't remove the rage. The music ended.
Chalice laid down flat on her back on the living room floor, the mess and destruction around her, not knowing what to do. She knew she wasn't strong enough to cut off her own head. What if her head reformed once it was cut off, like a Leviathan? What if she was a Leviathan? No, she only liked to eat people in the fun way. She had no idea what she was and that's what bothered her the most.
She was able to read the Winchester's minds, at least to an extent. She could see a few of their memories…that's how she knew what Leviathans were, that's how she knew they were hunters, that's how she knew what their fantasies were, and what they liked in bed. She sighed, beginning to relax. If they didn't manage to kill each other, they would come back to kill her. The angel Cas or some other being would stop them from killing each other, someone always stopped them. They'd figure out she wasn't human and come back to destroy her. What would she do while she waited for them to come back? She figured she may as well get cleaned up, and figure out what she'd wear. What does one wear when the men of your dreams are coming back to kill you? Decisions, decisions.