Heya, so, the symptoms are real, I checked! Most of it is exaggerated because hey! I can do that!

Just an excuse for a new story!

(but if any of you need a friend or to talk, whatever - you can message me. I'll answer asap).

Here ya go:

Chapter 1

It was Friday.

A cold and windy friday and they just finished a particularly hard hunt, which meant celebrating.

They went to the nearest bar they could find. The music could be heard even outside and it was packed with all kinds of shady people.

They went straight to the bar, ordered drinks, but sat down separately, tension between them palpable. Although they still sat where they could see each other - safety first.

Dean downed the beer like it was nothing and ordered whiskey.

Two shots later someone came to sit next to him.

"Hey there. I'm Tom." the guy introduced himself, smiling.

"Dean" the older hunter said back, eyeing the stranger up and down. He looked okay, blond hair, dark eyes, tall, looked like he was working out. Had a know-it-all smirk.

"Well, Dean. Never seen you around here before. First time in this town?"

"Yeah, uh… just passing by. You?"

"Raised and born here" the Tom guy answered proudly, then looked at the bartender: "Two more shots, Ted" he asked, and Dean could swear to god he blinked at the bartender.

"So, Dean, you staying here long?"

"No, leaving tomorrow or the day after that. Depends on how hammered I'm gonna get today" Dean laughed a little, gulping down the shot. "Two more, please" he asked, and the bartender nodded.

He chit chatted with Tom for another ten minutes when he started feeling a little bit dizzy. But not the good one-too-many-whiskeys dizzy, it felt weird.

"Hey, man, you alright?" Tom asked him, leaning in, one hand on his knee, looking directly into his eyes, but his face showing no hint of worry, just plain amusement.

"Yeah, fine" Dean grunted, shook his head and looked around. It felt a lot more crowded here, he was becoming anxious, and damn it, he came here to have a good time, not to worry about something.

He brushed his anxiety away and gulped down two more shots.

"Don't worry, Dean-o, just relax." Tom said, patting him on the shoulder, something in his voice sounding off.

He looked at Tom for a moment, and then past him at his brother, who was staring directly at him, looking worried. He gestured, asking if Dean was okay, and he shrugged his shoulders, breaking their eye contact. Something didn't feel right.

"Hey Te- where's Ted?" the guy suddenly asked, seeing how his earlier bartender was nowhere in sight.

"He's on a break. What can i get ya?" the other bartender asked and Tom frowned a little.

"For shots of whiskey, please" he asked and just when the guy was reaching for a bottle he shouted: "No! Not that one. That one" he pointed at a bottle under the counter, "that one".

The guy just shrugged and poured whatever Tom asked.

This time Tom smirked and pushed the glass into Dean's hand. "Bottoms up" he said and when the older Winchester did nothing, he pushed the drink towards his lips.

At this time Dean seriously was starting to feel off.

His legs were starting to feel numb, his arms were shaking and it felt like he was gonna pass out any minute.

Or puke directly on the guys shoes.

Something was seriously off, but he couldn't put a finger on it. His thoughts were scattered all over the place and he couldn't focus. All he could see was Tom with a wide i-won grin on his face. Then he was suddenly helping him up from a chair and Dean went down like a sack of potatoes. But the guy was there, holding him up and muttering 'don't worry, i'll take care of you, just relax' and it sounded wrong, just plain wrong.

He anxiously looked around the place, looking for Sam. And he was relieved to see his brother walking towards him, although he couldn't make out his facial features.

Things were blurry after that.

He heard someone shouting, angry voices, someone patting him on the cheek. He wanted to respond, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't focus, couldn't move an inch, he lost track of what was going on and then everything faded into oblivion.

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Sam has been eyeing Dean and his new friend for some time now.

The guy was shady, Sam didn't like him at all.

Well, he usually didn't like any people Dean hanged out with at the bars, but this one just seemed off. He just had this vibe that yelled 'trouble' from far, far away.

He kept pouring his brother drinks, one after the other. Dean seemed more drunk than he should have been. He can hold his liquor like no one else, but he seemed to be wobbly after a couple of shots. His brother looked anxious, even.

He even made an eye contact with him, Sam knew instantly that something wasn't right. He asked him if he was alright and his brother shrugged.

That did not look good. Dean could be running around with his arm barely hanging on and he'd say he was fine.

It meant Dean knew something wasn't quite right, but couldn't put a finger on it. Yet, he was distressed enough to seek out for Sam.

It got even shadier when the guy shouted at the bartender to pour from another bottle. Then put the drink in his sibling's hand and pushed it towards his lips.

Dean seemed completely out of it.

Sam begin to stand up just when Dean did. He went down immediately, but the guy lifted him up and started pulling him towards the exit, smiling slightly, muttering something in his ear.

Fucker probably drugged him, Sam thought and he was furious at this point. He walked straight to them and grabbed his brother from that creeps grip.

"What the hell, man?" the guy had a decency to shout at him and look angry.

"What the hell have you done to him?" Sam hissed, because Dean was a dead weight against him.

"Nothing, man, he had too much to drink. I'll just bring him back home, let him sleep it off. It's just down the street."

"Yeah? And how'd you know?" Sam asked.

"Cause we live together, now get out of my way." he tried to take Dean away from Sam and the younger Winchester was beyond pissed this time. He was immediately rushed by a possessive 'mine' and almost growled at the guy.

"Stay the fuck away from him you lying piece of shit" he hit the guy square in the jaw.

"What the f-"

"You touch my brother again and i will rip your fucking head off, understood?"

"Your brot-" shit" the man said and then, to Sam's surprise, sprinted out running. Samm would have chased him down, taught him a lesson, but his brother came first.

He knelt down to the older man and patted his cheek. "Hey, man, come on. Wake up" he asked, but he got zero response from him.

That was never good.

Sam pushed his fingers towards his neck, trying to find a pulse. It was there, but it was slow. And his breathing seemed off.

"Fuck" he exhaled, looking around.

They walked to the bar, only ten minutes back to the motel.

He needs to take Dean to a hospital. He had no idea how much shit he was given and he wasn't taking any chances to find out without a medical attention.

Without any further thought he pulled Dean into a fireman carry and sprinted towards their motel.

Once he was there, he ran inside to grab the keys from the car, and then dared to glance at Dean.

He looked grey.

"Fuck" he cursed again, and then proceeded to get them both into a car.

The drive there was insane, traffic was horrible. He ran every single red light, almost ran a lady with a dog over, but he had a more pressing issue than getting a speeding ticket. Dean seemed to be barely breathing.

Sam couldn't remember how he got to the hospital, how he got Dean inside, it was a blur.

He followed them as far as they'd let him, and then stared through the window how they put all kinds of equipment on Dean's body.

When noone was looking he pushed the door open a little bit so he could hear what was going on inside.

"-is very low, he's unresponsive, we must get a tox screen to see what he's overdosing on. We gotta pump his stomach, someone get an intubation kit!" the voices shouted orders one to another.

"Sir, you cannot be here" a low woman voice distracted him and Sam looked around to see a tiny nurse staring at him. "You can't be here" she repeated. "Come on, I'll show you where you can wait. I'll get you some coffee and paperwork, okay, honey?" she tried to persuade him and he knew the lady was right, but he just couldn't pull his gaze away from his sibling. "He will be just fine, they'll do whatever it takes to get him healthy again. Come on" she pushed him slightly and Sam followed her.

After all, it was either that or being thrown out by the security.

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Three hours, edging four, that's how much it took for someone to come and talk to him.

He didn't even wait for the doctor to come to him. Straight to business.

"Let's go somewhere more private" doctor, whose name Sam couldn't care less to remember, motioned to the other room.

"Just tell me how's he doing." Sam pushed.

"Well, your brother was in a rough shape when you brought him in. He was heavily dosed with GHB and ketamine, alcohol as well, and such a high dosage and mix of these substances caused him to overdose. These drugs are particularly dangerous by itselves, let alone mixed. Your brother suffered some of the worse symptoms. He had an extremely low BP, he also had a seizure and is still having breathing problems. We pumped his stomach and removed as many drugs as we could from his bloodstream, we are giving him medication for the rest and he seems to be stabilizing. When you see him, don't be alarmed by the tubes. We had to intubate him, because after the seizure he stopped breathing. If he keeps improving, we will remove the tube in an hour or two. Seizure caused no further damage, so it's safe to say it was a one time thing. His vitals are going up, the only thing concerning is he still seems to be unconscious. It's not weird, but the sooner he wakes up, the better." doctor went on on explaining things.

"Will there be any lasting effects?"

"He might experience nausea, drowsiness, dizziness, headaches, confusion, memory problems, tremors, a lot of people say they can't get warm. At first there might be motor movement problems or difficulty breathing, short term amnesia, but that's why he'll have to stay here for some time, until we know for sure he's safe to go home."

"When can i see him?" Sam asked impatiently.

"Right away. Follow me."

And Sam did, feeling anxious.

They can't even have a good night without getting in some sort of trouble.

Winchester's luck.

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Dean looked like shit.

He was pale as a ghost, was connected to a bunch of machines, IV's were attached to his arms, and he still had a tube down his throat, but despite all the equipment, he was alive.

Honestly, Sam was fuming.

He wanted to find that son of a bitch and peel his skin off; inch by inch. Not only he drugged Dean, but drugged him so much his system started shutting off and he stopped breathing.

Once Dean wakes up he'll go and find that lower than life scumbag. No one messes up with one of them and walks free.

Thank you for reading, next chapter will be here soon!

Reviews are welcome!

(p.s. is anyone here studying psychology?)