(back at the motel)
Dean walked into the bathroom and turned on the lights. He looked into the mirror at his face and smirked. He's always been the better looking one out of Wolf and Sam. He scanned his reflection for any noticeable flaws, and then his eyes moved down to his stomach. He turned up his nose in utter disgust and turned away from the mirror. He hated the fact that he had no control over his weight now that Isobel had decided to use him to birth her demon spawn. He sighed deeply and turned on the water to the bathtub. Dean was hoping that a hot shower would sooth his acing limbs. He looked at the running water and went to reach for the warm water knob when he was hit from the side and went slamming into the wall. Dean managed to keep his balance, which is difficult when you have a stomach the size of a small basketball, and whipped around to see who had invaded his bathroom space. No one was in the bathroom, but the hunter in him knew that something was watching him. Dean went to grab for his knife that was sitting on the toilet seat when a grotesque spirit appeared before him. Dean smirked at the spirit.
Dean-"Dude have you ever heard of privacy?"
The spirit smiled with rotten yellow teeth, and kicked Dean in the face. Dean put his hands out to brace his fall, but it didn't stop him from hitting the ground hard. His stomach hit first, and then his head cracked on the tile, which made him see different shades of red, and momentarily disorient him. That was what the spirit wanted. It grabbed the back of Dean's shirt and dragged him over to the tub. Dean shook his head back and forth trying to get rid of the confusion and all the colors flashing before his eyes. The spirit grabbed Dean around the throat and submerged him in the freezing cold water. Dean thrashed wildly, his legs and arms flying around in a panicked attempt to get free.
After Sam and I went to the diner we headed back towards the motel. Sam rubbed his head as a dull ache began in the back of his skull and moved slowly towards the front. I looked over at him.
Wolf-"Sammy are you okay?"
His face began to turn pale as the pain got worse. He could swear his head was going to split apart right then and there. Sam doubled over in his seat clutching his head, and I pulled the car off the side of the road.
Wolf-"Sam what's wrong?"
He groaned in pain and tried to answer.
Sam-"My head….God my head…"
I moved closer to him and put my hands on his face.
Wolf-"Sam stay with me here. Tell me what's going on."
Images flashed through Sam's head. Dean, water, an angry spirit, Dean struggling, and then lying face down in a tub, not moving. The images flashed through his head so fast Sam hardly had any time to make since out of them before the vision left as soon as it came.
Sam-"Dean's in trouble."
That was all I needed to know.
Wolf-"Hang on Sam."
I floored the Impala, throwing gravel every where, as I flew towards the motel.
Dean felt his strength leaving him as he continued to struggle against the spirit holding him in the tub. If he wasn't going to suffocate then he was sure the spirit would snap his neck like a twig from its grip on it. The spirit grabbed a handful of Dean's hair and lifted his head out of the tub. Dean tried to take a gasping breath, but there was so much water in his mouth that he couldn't get any air in. The spirit wasn't done. It tossed Dean's body forwards, hitting his stomach on the tub, causing excruciating pain to travel through his body. The spirit grabbed his neck and forced him back under water and Dean felt the darkness surround him.
