Chapter 5: The Girls
Sam sat up from where he had been scrubbing at the floor for the past 3 hours. Dean still had not returned to the room and Sam took that to mean Dean was having a good time, probably with a woman he met in a bar. Sam sighed and headed off to the bathroom to clean up. Scrubbing away at that dead thing had made him feel nauseas and dirty and he had to get rid of the smell.
Once in the bathroom he stripped down and turned on the water for the shower. He stepped in and felt the warm water roll off his body. It felt so good to get clean again that he just stood there for what seemed like ages.
He jerked his eyes open suddenly as the door to the room slammed open in violent fury. He quickly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.
"Dean?" he called out the half open door, wrapping a towel around his waist. There was a small thud like a suitcase being dropped on the ground. Sam furrowed his brow in confusion and opened the door slightly.
A gun shot ricocheted off the door frame and Sam quickly ducked back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door quickly. He backed into the far wall and looked around for something he could use to defend himself, but there was nothing in the small bathroom that could help him.
Another gun shot ricocheted off the lock and Sam flinched for an instant before moving out of the line of fire. He had nothing with which to defend himself and he could slowly see the lock coming loose from the door. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and everything went black.
Dean sighed as he thought about the wonderful time he had just had with Marissa, the beautiful beauty from the bar. She was a handful, but he had a wonderful time with her and he definitely didn't regret a moment of it.
He rounded the corner of the hallway and stopped in his tracks when he saw the door to their room was open. He quickly pulled out his gun and walked slowly towards the door. He looked around the corner of the door but saw nothing.
He heard a groan from the bathroom and a sharp thud and crept closer so he could see what was going on. He looked inside and saw a grisly and unusual sight. Sam was on the floor half naked surrounded by a group of about 5 teenage girls, one of them Dean recognized from the photo in the newspaper. But the truly weird thing was that all the girls were dripping wet and covered in seaweed and shells, as if those were their clothes. They all suddenly looked at Dean and his vision went black.