“Tell me,” Dean groans sitting up as he hears the hollers of terror coming from the halls. Dean looks at his fingers as they start to ache. His finger tips have turned dark and rough. He stands and looks over at the dark haired woman as she stands and watches in front of a vanity. “You were suppose to get a lot further along before you noticed,” she smiles.
Dean takes a step toward her, “what have you done to me,” he yells and reaches for her. She pulls a hand out from behind her back and presses a taser up to Dean’s chest. The shock knocks him to his back and he twitches from the voltage coursing through him. He looses consciousness.
When he comes to, the room in empty. Brays of donkeys fill the hallway as Dean feels the pain in his chest from the electrical burn. He looks at his hands. The darkening has spread to his palms and two of his fingers have started to form together. He sits up and looks at himself. The hair on his body has gotten thicker and his toes have started to darken as well.
Dean looks up and sees the vanity and quickly gets to his feet to see his face. He screams at the sight of his face, his nostrils flared out and connected to his upper lip. Fur beginning to creep around from his neck and jaw. “I have to get to Sam,” he thought as he ran to the hallway.
Donkey’s filled the halls as Dean forced his way passed them. He walked by the open rooms now each with a donkey inside and a rumpled bed. When he gets to the bar, it’s even worse. Nearly all the guys are donkeys with the exception of a few who are far worse than Dean. They groan beastly moans as their bodies shift into that of a donkey.
Dean yelps as one boy grabs his leg and moans almost incoherently, but Dean could hear the words, “help me.” The boy’s face stretched out further and he screamed as his voice became animalistic and deep and then the boy was gone, replaced by an ass.
Dean pushed through the donkeys to the doors of the club and exited out into the streets.