Hi there and thanks for coming back for another chapter! I hope that you will enjoy. Thanks to each of you who have taken the time to read this story, and double thanks to those who have taken the time to send me a comment or two. I'd love to hear what you think of this latest installment! Thanks again! :)
Sam. You are so gonna pay for this.
"You can stop with the glare dude, it won't work. I am NOT going to untie you. We're almost there. Try and relax."
You have got to be shittin' me! Relax? Oh Sam, you are so gonna get it. When this is all over I am going to stock up on itching powder. Then I'm gonna cover you in it from head to toe. And then, you know what? I'm going to tie you up like a damn pig on a spit and watch you squirm. But don't worry, I'll be right there with you. I can offer the same useless advice that is spewing out of your mouth right now.
I can not fricken wait. To say those words to you. When it's my turn to say it. To say 'Just relax Sam'.
"Okay, what's the grin for Dean?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out. But it's gonna be fun and..." Damn it! Shit! Okay, just breathe Dean. What? No. Ahhh... now my...damn leg? Don't move. Don't flinch. Just ride it out. Don't give that brother of yours the satisfaction. Don't give him an excuse to tie you up like a steer at the damn rodeo. This... it's... what...
"Dean? Tell me what's going on."
"Nothin' Einstein. Just ignoring your annoying ass. Can't you take the hint? You are..." Itchy. So damn itchy. Everywhere. Neck. Leg. Please, just stay away from the jewels.
Well, you can get to the one of your leg you idiot. You can use the car dummy. Yeah, she can help. Look Dean. There. The door handle. It looks like a good scratcher.
"Stop it Dean. You're gonna make it worse."
How? I've already been kidnapped by my own damn brother and been poisoned by a whatever the hell it's called and so if I want to scratch for a little relief then damn it, I am going to fricken scratch! You can't tell me what to do Sam, you are not the one being attacked by a swarm of... oh yeah, that's the sweet stuff. That's the spot. I should stop. My jeans. Huh, the blood is starting to seep through them. But, no sweat, it's just one little spot. That isn't so bad.
Hands off dude. No way, I am NOT going to lean on you! Leave all that touchy feely crap for your girl's night out. Samantha. It doesn't work on me.
"Dean. Listen to me." Oh, come on Sam. No, not that voice. That soft, gentle voice. I'm not a damn victim that you need to try and soothe with your caring ways. It's so damn...girly and means you're gonna pour your heart out. I hate it.
"You need to stop. It's the poison. Remember? It is doing a number on your body and you aren't thinking straight. You need to stop scratching. You are going to bleed out in your own damn car if you don't stop."
But Sam. Please, let go of me.
"You need to calm yourself down. Please Dean. For me. Do it for me."
Ah hell. Figures you would go for the jugular Sam. You would pull out the 'for me' card. Low blow dude. Low fricken blow. Okay... Sam... Woah, feel lightheaded. Oh. Okay, lots of blood. No wonder I'm, not feeling so...good.
You win. But only cuz I can't stand anymore of your...damn whining. Don't want you to have to pull over...to have a good cry. Samantha. So, i'll do it...for you. But... I know... I'll just close my eyes, feel kinda sleepy. Then maybe... itch... go away... kick your ass... later...
"Dean? Dean? You have to stay awake man. Please. Just a few more minutes. Dean?"
"Don't...feel...good...S'my..." Shit. Nice way to blow your cover Dean. Wuss.
"I know. We'll fix you up soon bro, I promise. Just hang in there okay?"
"Y'h..."
That's better. The itch. It's stopped. I knew I'd make it through. I always do. I'm good. Whew, that wasn't fun. In your face Sam!
SHIT! What in the hell? Can't I even get a moment of peace? Why do I always have to deal with this damn shit? Frick! Okay, rest time over. Son of a bitch! My back. Why are you stabbing me in the back Sam? Stop holding me! The pain. God!
"Dean! Stop struggling. What's wrong? Tell me, what is happening?"
UGH! Sucky shit mother of a damn bitch whore skanky... Sorry baby but I gotta get it out! Take that! And that! Yeah, pain in foot replaces pain in back. Dean, you are one cool mother. You are too damn smart for your own good.
Okay, chick flick moment officially over. HA! SEE! You can't hold me Sam!
"Dean! STOP! Get back here! Let me help you!"
Damn it, not enough. Need something else. If I could use my fricken hands I would punch that damn window! But no, Einstein over there decided in his infinite wisdom to tie his own brother up! Nice plan Sam! Okay, what can I do? What can I... Ahh, yeah, that's it. Head against window. That'll work. Yeah, okay, that hurt. Good. Instant headache. Bring it on!
"DEAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
Sorry Sammy, can't answer you right now. Need to concentrate on the throb in my head. I'll just stay over here and... ahh, the window. So nice and cold. I'll just lean my head here for a minute. Yeah, it's good. Just breathe through the pain Dean. Don't be such a damn wimp.
"Bobby, we're a couple of minutes away. Can you meet us outside? It's bad. Do you have something to give him? No, no. I mean something to settle him down? He's...well... wild and wired and totally out of it. He just purposely smashed his head against the window Bobby! He is gonna seriously hurt himself. Okay, yeah, that'll work."
What? Now what are you two buddies planning? And plotting? Why do you always keep me in the dark? I'm fine. Settle me down? Oh no, no you don't. I don't need your fricken help. I'm settled. I'm calm. Just need you two to leave me the hell alone and let me deal with this. My own way! You ain't pumping me full of shit. I'm fine damn it! Why don't you get it? I'm...fine!
"Dean? Bro, you are freakin' me out. You don't look so good. C'mon, just sit back and..."
"What Sam? RELAX? Of course, that's the word of the day isn't it Mr. Rogers? That is your damn solution to everything right? Well, you know what? I AM relaxed so just save it! You and Bobby. You plan and you plot and you think I don't know what you are doing. Well, Sam, you are not gonna calm me down. You are not gonna pump me full of drugs. For the last time, I am fine! So stop treating me like a damn child!"
"Dean, what are you talking about? No one thinks you are a child. You are hurt. And we want to help."
Okay, time to exit Dean, before Sam tries to pull another fast one over on you. You can do this Dean. Just, get on your knees. Yeah, that's good.
"What are you doing?"
Okay, get the door knob. Perfect. Wait for it. Wait for it.
"Dean, we're here. Please, just sit down. Bobby can help. Look, there's his place. See?"
Yeah, I see it Sam but I told you, I'm fine. You'll see.
Okay Dean, you have got to get out of here. Now. Pull the door handle. Check. Push on the door. Check.
"DEAN!"
Fly out of the car. Check.
TBC... Thanks for reading. :)
