What woke up Sam, he didn't know. Maybe it was the smell. When he did wake up Sam totally lost it. He saw Dean's bed devoid of his brother. When he turned on the light the slight almost made Sam pass out. There was blood, so much blood, covering the bed. But worse still, clunks of flesh as Sam moved in closer. The flesh was charred a blackened color. Muscle was even visible, so much had been removed from…Dean? Oh God, please not Dean! Sam thought. Ten fingers and ten toes were scattered across the bed too. The room was filled with a burnt flesh smell. Sam felt lightheaded and dizzy. He sat back down on his bed for a moment, which is when he noticed the trail of blood, flesh, and charred carpeting leading from Dean's bed and out the window, which was now open.

Sam grabbed the gun he kept under his pillow and headed out the window following the trail. It led into the wood he had been admiring earlier that day. Sam moved along quickly until he heard a low moaning noise. His senses heightened, Sam prepared for the worst attack he could imagine. When he came around the corner of a grouping of trees a sob escaped his throat, "Dean," he cried. Then Sam dropped to his knees and retched.

Dean, if it could be called Dean anymore, was not dead. But he wasn't exactly human anymore either. Standing in the center of the clearing was a humanoid figure. Its feet were cruelly clawed, golden talons with blacked, thin legs that were fleshless and bloody, as if they had been flayed. Bone was visible in places, from the legs, up to the chest and face. Dean's arms were stretched longer then humanly possible and the fingers were longer still, covered in a thin membrane that was translucent and attached to his side and back. As Sam looked up at his brother he saw Dean's oddly claw-like fingers tearing at his own face, which seemed to bubble and peel, blackening from some inner fire.

"Dean, stop," Sam choked out.

Dean stopped midway through to look at Sam, now missing his nose, lips, and ears. Instead, it seemed as if his nose and mouth were coming together underneath the skin, trying to break free.

"Dean, it's…it's…Sammy. Re…re..member?" Sam stuttered, not sure what to make of Dean's current condition. It was heartbreaking to see Dean so completely horrific and monstrous, "Wait here, I'll, I'll come back with…something to cover…you." Sam ran back to the hotel and grabbed several large quilts to throw over Dean so that he could return to the hotel. I have to be strong for him Sam thought, I have to show him that I'm not afraid of him and that we'll get through this together.

Sam finally made his way back to Dean, whose whole body seemed to be smoldering. He threw a light sheet around Dean first, but it quickly burned right off of him.

"Ok, Dean, we'll have to wait until we are closer to the hotel, then I'll toss the quilt on you and get you into the room. Then I'll call Bobby, he'll know what to do, I just know it." Sam was talking rapidly, his nerves getting the better of him.

"Naahhhh-ooooohhhh Sssssaammmm-eeeee," Dean spoke, his words barely comprehensible from the lack of lips, "Taaaahhhhwwwwooo Ddddaaannngggeerrroooussssssss."

"Damn it, Dean, it's not too dangerous. You're my brother and you can't spend the freakin' night naked outside! What if the cops come? Or some hick decides to take a shot at you?" Sam was worried that he wouldn't be able to convince Dean to come, but Dean seemed too weak to put up much of a fight and Sam grabbed for Deans once hand.

"OUCH!" Sam cried out and let go of Dean. Dean made a plaintive sort of cry. "It's ok Dean, I just forgot you're a bit…warm."

Dean snorted, "Uuuuunnndddasssstaaateeemmennt," was all that he was able to get out.

"Yeah, I know. We're here, Dean, I'm going to throw the blanket over you now, you need to move fast."

Dean just nodded; a grim expression on what was left of his face. Sam tossed the blanket and then the brothers made for the window at a running shuffle. When they were finally inside Dean breathed a sigh of relief until he noticed how his feet, no, claws, were leaving burn marks on the carpeting.

"Don't worry about it Dean. We'll just pay extra to fix it or clean it up before we leave."

Dean just moaned as another chunk of flesh fell off of his body and more of what was left of his skin became a reddish-black color.

"First things first Dean. I'm calling Bobby. You hang tight." Sam dialed Bobby's number and waited for him to pick up.