"Holy shit! Dean, drop it!" yelled Sam.

"I can't!" Dean gasped in pain. "Its tentacles are like burrowing in or something!"

The rock began to glow brighter.

"It's gettin' hot too!"

Sam grabbed the rock, grimacing as the heat bit into his hand. He pulled. More wispy tentacles shot from the base, crawling over Dean's hand.

Dean's eyes squeezed shut, and he moaned.

Sam pulled harder, grunting and swearing. Finally the rock let go with a loud squelch. Not knowing what else to do, Sam dropped it into a glass of water sitting on the nightstand. Gulping air, he watched.

TBC…