Word Count: 100.
A/N: Uurrrghh. I don't feel good. :(
But I love this story, and this wouldn't leave my brain until I typed it up. And, don't worry guys; hallucinating!Dean has not yet left the building. I have a feeling that this 'cure' is gonna take a while to start being effective. Muahahaha!
Er- right. On with the story!
Summary: This one is not E/O Challenge related. --In which Dean has a cure forced upon him.--
Backup
"I'm not drinking that."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm-ghrgah!" After Dean had managed to choke half of it down, Sam relented. For a moment, as he watched his brother's face pale, he wondered if he'd made it wrong.
"GUH! It's like a bag of rock salt took a bath in sewage!" Dean curled onto his side in a cramped little ball. Sam pulled the garbage can toward Dean, and sat quickly beside him, rubbing soothing circles on his trembling back.
"Unfortunately... or, fortunately, in the long run... that just means I did it right."
"You're a horrible person!"