The caretaker returned with a valve which Dean was certain would be attached to his belly button. He was
wrong. It was attached to his cock head. When the caretaker was satisfied it was secure, he opened the valve
and air began to his out of Dean. He thought he'd deflate to his normal size and then be able to rush the
caretaker, but he was too weak and he kept deflating. He was a living but immobile rubber husk.
"Now you are ready for the master, Dean," he said.
The caretaker carried the now lightweight Dean out of the room and down stairs to a concrete room with a small
pool. He draped Dean over a bench, and left him there. About ten minutes later, Sam and Adam entered the pool
room.
"According to these blue prints, Adam, this pool leads through an underwater passage into a pirate's cave. I
bet that's where we'll find the entity responsible for the disappearances."
"We'll need SCUBA gear. Look here are some tanks, but only one wetsuit. Wait I think this flesh tone thing is
a wetsuit. I'll flip you for who wears the funky beige one and who gets the black rubber one."
They flip and proceed to strip naked and put on the wetsuit and Dean.
Dean screams, "GUYS, NO! It's me!"
At least that's what he meant to do. Instead his inanimate self remained silent even as one of his brother's
hairy legs slid inside him.