Dean grunts in reply, body once again beginning to shiver. It's the worst, somehow he's never noticed how awful shivering is, never being able to be still, and Dean shifts, cheek losing its mooring against the porcelain.

It's better in the water, he decides, ignoring the voice grating at his ears. And then two sets of claws dig into his scalp, and Dean yelps, surging upright in the water.