AN: shwoa. I should always post at 5am! thanks for all the glorious reviews and story alerts! It's awesome the response, and don't worry kids, Henrickson will get his due. as for J, i'll set her up with a good shrink. ;)

this part is again unbetaed, cause Glitz has a life, and i have a deadline (c:

oh, and the forgotten disclaimer: I don't own anything...booo hooo hooo.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit." In all, Dean's day was not going very well. While Sam slept, he, Dean, decided to take the situation into his own hands. He figured Henrickson would spot his car, so Dean decided to borrow a mustang. If he was going to steal a car, might as well do it in style. But as he lounged in the buttery leather, it didn't comfort him. Dean felt terrible. With his fit of rage, his cell phone was now broken, and he had to leave Sam with no way to contact him. Sure, it was only a few hours, but when Sam's life hung in the balance, that could be a huge damage. Dean couldn't just sit around and wait for the venom to work through Sam's system, and he sure as hell wasn't giving in to Henrickson.

He had used Sam's phone to call all their contacts, all of whom said the same thing. Any hospital or clinic would have the antidote. Grinding his teeth in frustration, Dean reminded them that with the FBI, and no doubt the Des Moines Police, hot on their tail, such help would be more of a hindrance. It was bad enough that they had to stay in that motel. More than anything, they should be leaving Iowa in the dust. Henrickson seemed to know all about the Winchesters and how they operated. So it followed, logically, that he would know where they would be staying. Sam's condition, however, made this impossible, and Dean settled for hiding the Impala around the back of the Blue Goose Motel. Geez, with a name like that, they might just look it over cause we're not that lame.

So, risking detection, Dean was scouting out all of the hospitals, clinics, and even doctor's offices to find the antidote. But as he passed each one, Dean's gut clenched harder and harder. Each source of medical help was being closely watched by either a plainclothes officer, a stiff-backed FBI agent, or a unmarked, yet distinctly conspicuous government vehicle. "Dammit. Henrickson, I'm gonna tear you a new one."

Dean had no choice but to return to Sam. Besides, he knew that the kid would get anxious if he woke to an empty room. As he swung into the parking lot and returned the car to its original space, Dean hoped that his brother was still asleep. A google search told him that Asp poisoning was a painful and drawn-out experience. If not treated, the bite was fatal, but not before the affected limb became swollen and had a very good chance of developing gangrene. The entire body begins to shut down, blood flow either stopping, or rushing through so fast, it gave the bitten party a heart attack. Paralysis, as Henrickson so mockingly said, would set in, leaving Sam helpless to stop the poison from overtaking his body. After reading this, Dean nearly chucked the computer out of the window, but satisfied himself with stealing a car.

Now, as Dean opened the door to their room, he was alarmed to find Sam's bed empty. "Sammy?"

"Dean!" A faint reply came from somewhere in the room, laced with panic, "I can't move!"

"Shit, Sam, where are you?" Dean threw the keys, not caring what they hit. He quickly scanned the room and headed for the bathroom, figuring that is the only place Sam could be. But the bathroom was empty, door open wide. "SAM?"

"Here!" His brother's weak reply came from between the wall and the bed. "I don't know what happened! I just c-can't move!"

Sam lay sprawled, half covered in the comforter from his bed. Wide eyes stared up at Dean, but he made no movement to untangle his long limbs from the covers.

"Shit." Dean said again, guilt flooding him. He didn't get back in time from his search. "Oh god, I'm sorry Sam. I thought I had another hour until-"

Suspicion flitted across Sam's eyes, before fear clouded them over again. "What do you mean, 'until'? How did you know this would happen?"

Dean yanked at the fabric entwining his brother, throwing it back onto the bed. "C'mon big guy, let's get you back in bed."

"Dean." Sam could only allow himself to be dragged back to the bed, his muscles under the control of the toxin. "Dean, don't avoid the subject. Do you know what Henrickson did to me?"

Heaving a sigh as he arranged Sam's limbs, Dean knew that he would have to explain. "I called him."

"What? Dean, we should be lying low! Why are you playing right into his hands?"

"Because, dammit, you could die! I'm not gonna let you die, again, when there's a chance! And dude, have a little faith, okay? I told the bastard where to shove it."

A flicker of amusement passed in Sam's eyes, "Well, what did he put in me?"

"It's Asp venom. A snake, vipera aspis."

"Dude, if I wasn't paralyzed, my eyebrow would be so high. Scientific name?"

"Hey, gimme some credit. Wikipedia is my new best friend." Dean gave his signature grin, determined to keep the mood happy.

"Then we're screwed. You can only get the antidote through poison control. Damn, I should've recognized the signs."

"Kinda difficult when you're passing out all over the place kiddo."

"Dean, be serious. Don't sugarcoat it, alright? I know what the venom does. I'm going to loose my leg if we don't get it soon enough, and if we don't get it all, shortly after, I'll die."

"You and you're useless information are a pain in my ass. C'mon Sam, there'll be a way. I've got a plan, and Missouri said she'd call back, that she has something for you that might work."

"A plan, Dean? Right, cause those always work so well. We don't have time to get to Missouri! With Henrickson on our tail, we'll be luck to get through her door before I die and he arrests you."

"Oh ye of little faith." Dean's smirk told Sam that he had taken that as a challenge. "We'll get around Henrickson. And time? C'mon man, breaking speed limits is one of my talents."

"Alright. If Missouri calls in the next hour, we'll go with your 'plan'. If not..."

"Don't even say the 'if not'. Don't you dare. She'll call." They both started as Sam's phone jangled in Dean's pocket. "See, what did I tell you?...Hey Missouri, whaddya got for us?"

the next part should be up around midnightish, EST? i'm not exactly sure, hopefully it'll be up earlier