TMI: Well, here is the end. Hope you like it. Leave nice reviews, please. I might do a crossover with Prison Break next. To everyone who read this and left a review, thanks, you guys. Sorry for the language, my sister insisted that's what Dean would have said.
"What the-? Are you a man or a mouse?" Dean said, exasperated.
"A mouse, definitely a mouse. Just don't make me go, please", Sam shrieked, hiding under the covers.
"Jesus", Dean exclaimed, he stop taking a deep breath to calm himself.
"Look Sam, if you don't get ready yourself, I will personally drag you by your precious hair." Dean said.
With much wailing and lamentations, Sam was finally ready. Dean was fed up with him. He was glad he had never had a sister. If she would have acted that way, he would have personally strangled her after a week.
They finally arrived at the house. Oh thank God, Dean thought, please let me find something that will cure or I will have to shoot myself, he prayed silently. He wasn't really a praying man, but this was a desperate situation.
He got off, pulling Sam with him. Sam was whimpering softly, but Dean just grabbed him and pulled him towards the house.
"Well, let's look around. There must be a cure for whatever that is in here. Somewhere, anywhere, please God or I'm shooting myself." Dean said.
"Don't talk that way. It's not decent." Sam said primly.
"Like you would know." Dean said and set off in search of a cure.
"Wait for me. Don't leave me alone." Sam screamed and ran after Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes and walked faster.
1 hour later...
I guess I will have to kill myself, Dean thought, we're never finding anything in this hellhole.
"Hey, what's this?" Sam asked, he was poking around in a cupboard. He took out a leather-bound notebook, all black and covered in Latin words. "Looks nice."
"Don't open that-"
"Oops."
"Never mind.', Dean sigh, as an ugly green vapor started seeping out of the book. He took out his gun and trained it on the quickly appearing apparition. It was the main witch, her wrinkled old face staring back at them.
"Ok, hag, turn my brother back to normal or I will make sure you suffer as much as I have suffered since you turned my brother into a freak. Believe me, ghost or not, this thing will harm you.", Dean smirked at her.
"It's in the 25th page of the book. I never meant to curse him anyways. It was you that I disliked.'
"Well, you don't have to see me anymore. Bye-bye.", Dean said with a smiled and shot her.
"But you said-", the witch protested as she disintegrated.
"I never promise I wouldn't hurt you." Dean said.
"Um, Dean? How do we know she said the truth?" Sam said, for once acting like Dean's little brother.
"Oh, oops. Hope it works."
Dean took the book out of Sam's hands and started the incantation. Sam fainted and fell forward. Dean went towards him and checked his pulse. Well that seems kind of anticlimactic, he thought, no sparks, or thunderbolts, just a wimpy faint.
Sam stirred, and stood up with Dean's help.
"So, you back to normal", Dean asked.
"Yeah. Oh man, what a weird trip."
"Well, I think it kind of suited you." Dean said with a laugh.
"Oh shut up. This was your fault, Dean; you are always out to antagonize everyone we meet."
"That's not true. I happen to be a very charming guy. Every girl likes me. Now you on the other hand-hey, the only girl that liked you was you." Dean said and laughed mischievously, a huge grin on his face.
"Shut up, Dean. You are so irresponsible."
"Am not."
"Are to."
"Am not."
"Are to."
"Why did I want you back to normal again?"
"I'm wondering the same thing." Sam shot back.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Fin..