The Winchesters slept late into the morning, finally waking up at midday. They both had steaming hot showers, tended to their wounds, then headed down to the all-you-can-eat buffet. While Sam grabbed an average sized meal, Dean piled his plate with anything and everything, finally joining his brother and digging in.

'You got enough there?' queried Sam.

'It's all part of the delicate recovery process,' replied Dean, taking a large bite of hamburger. 'Gotta feel full to kill Allanah.'

Bits of burger fell from his mouth as he spoke.

'Dude, that's gross,' said Sam, disgusted. 'And you want to be full, not fat. Your looking a little chubby there bro.'

Dean's head shot down to look at his stomach. He tensed his muscles, and made sure there was nothing in Sam's observation.

'I'm not chubby!' he said defensively. 'Anyway, while you're up, can you go get the Impala from the mechanics? It should be fixed by now.'

Dean took another bite from his burger and stared at Sam expectantly.

'No.' Sam stood up, and went to get seconds.

'You better be careful with what you eat Sammy…looking a little chubby too!'

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Back at the motel room, Dean and Sam had just finished putting all the weapons back into the trunk of the car. They kept a select few to hide on themselves, and headed off towards the woods for hopefully, the last time.

They parked the car a safe distance away, somewhere it wouldn't get damaged again, and began walking towards the despised warehouse.

'Split up, ok?' said Dean, heading towards the back door.

Sam stared after him, shaking his head in disbelief. Normally, a split up would be fine, but this woman had outsmarted them before…why couldn't she still do it? He pulled his gun and headed through the front door. The large front room was still as they had left it; full of torture equipment. Sam slid along the walls, checking everything out, relaxing a bit when he found no one around.

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Dean pulled his gun out, and slid through the half open back door. He was searching all the back rooms, though they already appeared empty. He whirled around as the back door slammed shut, letting out his breath in a rush.

'It was just the wind,' he said, trying to calm his racing heart down.

He headed towards another door, but it was locked. A hissing sound reached his ears, and he turned quizzically around, his gaze stopping on an air vent. A white haze, kinda like fog, was coming thick and fast out of it.

It took no time at all for the haze to completely fill the room, blinding him. He felt around the walls for a door, but suddenly a metal pipe came to meet him, hitting his head with a sickening crack.

He fell to the floor, dazed.