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Well shit. Okay then. Bobby looks determined. Sam looks scared. And I just want to get the frick out of here. So, I guess it's time to suck it up. These two definitely are not done messing with me yet. But, really. It's just a damn needle after all. That can't be so bad. Right? I've been through a lot worse shit than this. It's just a little..well, maybe little is a bit of an understatement, but it's nothing major. Compared to broken bones and knife wounds and battles with all kinds of undead pieces of shit this should be a piece of cake. I've been inflicted in a million worse kinds of ways so this shouldn't even be a blip on the radar. But, if that's true then why the hell do I feel like a damn pig hanging over the spit with sweat covering every inch of my body?

Damn poison is messing with me.

That is a big fricken needle Bobby. But so what. So what if it's filled up to the max with, uh, some sort of crazy ass blackish swill? That's okay. So what if Bobby there is actually going to plug that shit into my veins? No big deal. Huh, well, I think I just answered my own damn question. That is exactly the reason why I can't let this happen. Cuts and bruises can be patched up from the outside. This? Well, who knows what the frick it is and what it will do. That is why this is freaking me out. Why I hate needles. Why I always will. That is why I need to fight it, every inch of the way. To the end. Gotta be another way.

Okay. That's bad. Bobby just sighed. One of his 'I'm on the verge of losing my patience sighs.' Man, I am so screwed.

"Dean, I can hear the wheels turning around in that thick skull of yours so let me spell it out one more time, nice and simple like. Stop squirming and let me do this. Or you die. Got it?"

Wow. Way to sugar coat it Bobby.

Great. Perfect. Now Sam's got the same look on his face as needle man over here. Determination. Shit. I hate determination. I guess that means the sympathy card just flew out the damn window. Peachy.

"He's right bro. Stop already cuz I'm pretty sure you don't want to die. And c'mon man, it's just a needle dude! Since when did you turn into such a girl?"

Whatever. Not falling for that psycho babble crap again. Been there. Done that. Got boned.

What's that sound? Is that me? Sure it is, why the hell not? So, let me get this straight. I smell like a sack of shit that's been fermenting out in the sun for way too long; I'm strapped down courtesy of thing one and thing two here; and now I sound like a wheezing bagpipe? Cripes. It must be against the law somewhere to have so much fun all at once.

"I know you are having a hard time breathing son. Hell, you're rattling away like one of the clunkers in my yard. Try and take some slow, deep breaths. Focus on that."

Wow. Dr Bobby to the rescue. Thank God you are here to coach me on the finer points. Don't forget to breathe Dean! Just relax Dean! Give me a break already. This routine is getting old. Fast.

"Once the antidote starts to work you are gonna wonder why you fought so hard. Now, stop being such an idjit and relax your arm so I can get this done. This is gonna help you. It'll be over soon."

You know what Bobby? You and Sammy keep saying that but I'm still here. Nothing has changed. I still feel like shit. So who are you really trying to convince? Me or yourself doc? 'I'm just gonna stab you with this big ass needle Dean and then you'll feel better.' Bull-fricken-shit Bobby.

And then there's me. Can't breathe too well. Confined. Pissed off. On the verge of a panic attack but I guess it's all okay as long as you say so. Don't worry Dean. It's okay Dean. It'll all be over soon Dean. Isn't that what they say right before the meteor hits and wipes out the planet? Or right before the bomb detonates? Ah well, I guess it can't get much worse.

Weird. I'm...tingling. My feet. Now...my legs. Idiot. Way to go. Why did I have to go and jinx myself? Haven't I learned yet that whenever I say something like 'what else could go wrong' that the planets go out of whack and I end up getting dicked around? Okay, Bobby hasn't put that shit in me yet so it's gotta be something else. Damn it. That probably ain't good. Can't move them. Hell, can't feel them either. Okay, yeah, this could definitely be bad. So once again I have to be shown that things can always get worse? Man, I guess I am just a douchebag at the mercy of the cosmos.

Okay then boys. Stop gawking at me and lets get this freak show on the road already. For being so gung ho and eager to start this stupid experiment you sure seem to be taking your sweet ass time.

"Dean? Your arm. Please, quit struggling."

Oh, okay. Sorry Bobby. I'll stop.

"Do it..B'by...can't..feel legs. Bad...right?"

There they go again. Staring across at each other. Ease up on the googly eyes already. I feel sick enough without having to interpret your secret code glances for 'Dean is screwed.' I kinda figured that one out myself.

"Well, it ain't good son. Okay Sam, better come up here and hold his shoulders down."

Sammy. Looks worried again.

"S'okay S'my...it's good... I'm..."

Okay. Maybe this ain't so bad. It feels pretty good. Numb. I kinda like numb right now. Can't feel nothin'. Maybe those two are worried for no reason. Shit. Time to let the boys figure it out while I just drift for a bit. Thinking so much hurts my head.

"Dean?"

'M okay Sam. I'm in my happy, can't feel any pain place and I like it. It's good.

"Bobby?"

Voices are fuzzy now. Did you move away again?

"It's the poison Sam. It's numbing him from the inside. It's like the venom of a spider, it paralyzes its victim first before, well...you know. Just hold him down and talk to him. And get the bucket ready, it's gonna get messy around here."

Paralyzes? Messy? Two words that should worry me but I don't think I care. I kinda just like this floating feeling. I can see... so many colours. They are so cool. And the swirling blackness? Hell, that's even cool right now. Maybe.. I think it's time to just have a little rest. Tired.

"Still with us son?"

Uh, no, not really Bobby. Tired. Don't wanna fight anymore. I'm done.

"Sam, keep a good grip on him. Ready?"

"Yeah Bobby, I got him but it's freaky. It's like he is looking right through me."

"Just talk to him Sam."

"Hey Dean. Hey man. Try to focus on me."

Trying Sam. You're blurry. Fuzzy. But those colours are all around you. Cool.

"Dean, if you can hear me son, I'm injecting you with it now. I'm sorry, it's gonna hurt."

Yeah yeah... Blah, blah and blah. Whatever Bobby. I'm good. I'm ready. Waiting. And waiting some more. Can we get this done already?

"K..B'by... go... ahead."

"It's done Dean."

"Don't...feel it..."

"You will Dean. You will."

"Sound like... Yoda...dude.."

Awesome. It doesn't hurt. At all. Any minute now I will wake up in the car... just a bad dream... just a bad...

Okay. It's okay man. Just a little burn in your feet... um... and legs... and chest... and neck... and arms... and... HEAD! SHIT! DAMN IT! MAKE IT STOP! I wanna go back to numb! Please!

"Hold onto him Sam!"

The burn. It's crawling up my throat. Did Bobby jab me full of acid? Is that the antidote? A bloodstream of freakin acid? It's...it... oh no.. This is gonna hurt like a son of a ... gonna spew.. God... Sam...

"S'm..."

"Dean? You okay?"

"gonna... spew..."

"Shit... okay man. Okay."

FRICK! Throat is on fire! What the hell... gross! Black...shit...

"I got you bro. I got you. It's working. The poison is getting out of your system. You're doing great."

Just shut the hell up Sam! Not helping dude. Damn.. not.. again... throat's killing me... can't... not more...

"Need another bucket Bobby!"

Cripes. How much shit can one... please...no more... SON OF A BITCH!

"You're doing great Dean."

Shut up! Don't lie to me! Don't feel great! But... okay... maybe I'm done now.. yeah... all...

"Done bro?"

"Y'h.."

Throat hurts. Raw. Head hurts. Pounds. I think I liked the poison better.

"Here Sam."

Please. What now? No more.. don't... Ahhh. But, wait. Are you washing my face dude? Stop. That's just wrong. But feels good. Maybe he won't notice. If I just lean in for a minute. Cool feels good. I.. I can see you Sammy. Not blurry... kinda miss the colours though.

"Relax bro. It's finally over."

"You did great son. It's okay now. All done. Why don't you have a sleep, you look like you could use it."

"B'by?"

Shit, that fricken hurts.

"Don't talk. Just rest princess."

Huh, you are quite the charmer Bobby. Okay. I think... I will... oh yeah, that's nice. So tired. Wait. What are they?

"It's okay. Close your eyes dude. Just getting you out of these restraints. Go to sleep."

"K..s'mmmy... th...thanks."

I'm thinking one more chapter to go... we'll see how it works out! ;) Reviews are golden! Thanks for stopping by!