Poison

"Right so we gotta be careful with this son of a bitch." Said Dean as he loaded his gun.

"Yeah, I for one do not want to get poisoned by the guy."

"Especially as there is no cure, and I don't like the idea hell fire rumba. I'm not the dancing type." Said Dean as he got out of the impala and into the blue light of morning.

"You can never take a situation seriously for more than a few seconds can you?"

"No, course not Sammy. That would mean I would have to be like you!" said Dean as he put on his cocky smile.

"Oh well we wouldn't want that now would we." Said Sam as he followed his brother into the woods.

"You know Sam, if we make it out of this. I wanna go to Canada."

"Why?" asked Sam as he lip curled into a smile,

"I dunno, it seems to be very quiet over there. Maybe we should check it out and see what really lurks in all that empty space they have up there."

"And I thought you wanted to go for a vacation." Said Sam as he looked around, trying to find any sign of their poisoness ghost.

"Vacation!!! Are you kidding me? The word Vacation ain't even in my dictionary Sammy." Said Dean as he knelt to the earth, his tracking skills beginning to show.

"Its Sam."

A laugh echoed through the ramshackle woods.

Dean winced as a dart hit his neck. Shit, shit, no this isn't good he thought to himself as he pulled out the dart. He quickly discarded it before his brother saw. No need for him to know about that at the moment.

Dean knew that it took two and a half to three hours for the poisons symptoms to show plenty of time; the bitch will be dead before that if I have anything to do with it thought Dean as he spotted what looked like disturbed ground.

"Hey Sam?" said Dean as he got his brother's attention "You think that's where he is buried?" said Dean as he pointed to the spot.

"I would say that that is a strong possibility." Replied Sam as he tossed Dean a shovel.

"Why do I have to dig?" said Dean as he gave Sam the what-the-fuck look.

"Fine I'll dig." Said Sam as he snatched the shovel of his brother.

"Thanks Sammy." Said Dean as he smiled at his brother.

The affects of the poison were already making themselves known to Dean, but not enough for Sam to see.

Sam smashed the top of the wooden casket with his shovel. There he was, deluded Dave as Dean liked to call him.

"Well let's salt en burns him." Said Dean as he removed the salt and accelerant out of his pack.

They managed to toast Dave before he returned; well and truly pissed for having his so called grave disturbed.

The sun now lit the sky with its bright white light. They had managed to find, burn and start heading back to the car in two and a bit hours. It was quite a long trek to the car, as they had to take the longer way back.

"Don't want the rangers spotting us." Sam had said as they discussed which route to take.

Dean's symptoms were beginning to show. He felt his legs go numb and soon they were unable to hold his weight.

He fell to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

"DEAN," shouted Sam as he ran to his brother's side. He desperately tried to still his brother, but the shaking became more and more violent.

Dean screamed in agony. The son of a bitch had given him an extra dosage.

"Dean, what's wrong?" asked Sam as Dean's seizure finally ground to a halt.

"I was poisoned by deluded Dave." Replied Dean as he caught his breath "gets funnier everytime I hear it."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you," said Dean as he began still struggled to catch his breath.

"We have to get you to a hospital. They may be able to test for an antidote."

Dean didn't argue. He let Sam pick him up and carry him the rest of the way back to the Impala. He was just too weak.

As soon as Sam got Dean into the back of the car he began to have another seizure, just as violent as the last if not more. Once again Sam held down his brother as he waited for the convulsions to ease. This poison was killing his brother quicker that it had been killing the others, a lot quicker.

He drove the car to the nearest hospital, not caring if he got pulled over by police. He needed to get his brother to the hospital and fast. No matter what it took.

The doctor made Sam wait in the waiting room while they wheeled Dean off to be examined. The doctor soon returned with a grave look on his face.

"Your brother has been poisoned. We have seen the poison before but we don't know how to cure it." Stated the Doctor. Sam listened even though he already knew.

"What can we do?" Said Sam as he looked at the doctor with pleading eyes.

"The poison is killing your brother much faster than it had the others. He will probably not make it till the morning. I am sorry." Said the doctor.

"There must be something you can do. Can't you clean his blood or something?"

"The poison is attacking your brother's body at a rapid rate. The seizures are a new symptom. We did not see it in the other patients." The doctor paused "But I swear to you that we are going to try and save your brother. This hospital does not want to loose another patient."

"When can I see him?"

"Now if you like. He is in the ICU. We sedated him but it wasn't enough to stop the seizures. So he may have another when you are in there. I must warn you that during the seizures you brothers heart rate increases rapidly so don't be alarmed by his fast heart beat during a seizure."

Sam nodded and then followed the doctor to his brother's room. Dean looked so pale against the baby blue sheets. His eyes rolled feverishly under his eyelids.

"Hey Dean," said Sam as he sat down next to his brother's bed.

"Dean, you really did get yourself into a tight situation this time." Said Sam jokingly.

"Hello there." Said a nurse as she approached Dean's bed.

"Hi," replied Sam as he looked up from his brother to the nurse.

"Your brother may be coming around soon so press the buzzer when he does. The doctor wants him sedated."

Sam nodded in response and watched the nurse as she checked Dean's vitals.

As the nurse had said, Dean slowly began to come round about ten minutes after she had said.

"Sam," said Dean as he slowly began to open his eyes.

"Hey Dean." Replied said Sam as he pressed the button next to Dean's bed.

"Well looks like your awake." Said the doctor as she entered the room.

"Yeah," replied Dean as he weakly rubbed his eyes.

The doctor soon sedated Dean again, much to Dean's distaste.

Sam sat at Dean's side for what felt like weeks. When it had only been an hour or so.

Dean's body began to convulse violently, the heart monitor beeped wildly. Sam looked away, unable to see his brother this way. A nurse ran in and tied to hold him down to stop his IV from being ripped out. The seizure lasted five minutes. Which the doctor said meant that the poison was affecting him more. One nurse, Megan sat with Sam for a while and offered him comfort, which he took with open arms. He hadn't realised how much it helped, having a shoulder to cry on. Megan would sit with Dean when Sam would step out. She would take his hand and offer words of encouragement.

"Come on Dean," she would say "hold on a little longer so that the doctors can find a way to help you. Hold on for your brother."

When her shift ended, she went and sat with Sam for a while.

"The doctors are really trying you know." She said suddenly as she looked at Sam "They don't want your brother to die."

"I know." Replied Sam, not returning her gaze.

She then shifted it back to the pale figure on the bed. Dean looked so weak and tiny under the hospital sheets.

Waste of good looks she though to herself as she took in his features. Freckles stood out in stark contrast on his nose and cheeks. They gave him a very youthful appearance.

"Do you want me to go?" she asked as she looked at Sam again. This time he looked at her, the look in his eyes was enough to break someone's heart.

"No, please stay. I don't wanna be alone."

"Ok," Megan replied as she took Sam's hand in hers and let him cry against her shoulder.

He didn't care that he didn't know this woman, or that he was crying in front of her. Only that she offered him the support and comfort that he needed right now. He could tell that she was smitten with Dean. But that was normal considering the girls usually preferred Dean. Or so he thought anyway.

Dean once again began to have a seizure. Sam was surprised at how violent it was considering how weak his brother must be. Megan leapt up and once again held him down to stop him from hurting himself. All Sam could do was sit and look away, unable to bear the site of his brother thrashing around uncontrollably.

The seizure was a long one and when it finally ceased it left Dean's heart beat weak and erratic.

"He is getting weaker." Said the doctor as he entered the room "I don't think he is going to able to take another seizure like that."

Megan stroked Dean's damp hair, tears forming in her eyes. She knew that he was sedated but it didn't stop the suffering.

"Are you any closer to finding a cure?" asked Sam hopefully.

"No, we are trying but nothing seems to be working." The doctor paused "How did he get poisoned in the first place?"

"I don't know," said Sam " he collapsed and starting having a fit. So I brought him here. I thought he was just sick." Sam hated lying but he couldn't exactly say, "he got poisoned by a vengeful spirit"

The doctor nodded and then left the room.

Here's the first chapter. Please be nice it's my first supernatural fic XD.

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