Sam stood against the back wall. He had to get dressed; Dean would be here to pick him up soon. Oh God Dean. He couldn't tell him. No he couldn't tell Dean about how weak he had been, how dirty he was now. What was he going to do? There was no way Dean and Dad would not notice. He had no idea what to do. All he knew is that he wanted to get home and take a long shower and scrub off all that remains of that clown. Sam stood and slowly got dressed. Dean would be there soon.