Chapter 4

Something was happening to him. This wasn't right. It was some sort of a mind trick or… maybe he was getting crazy.

"Wait a minute…" Dean muttered confused. He heard his brother talking.

"What's happening?"

His big green glassy eyes squinted through the messy Diner. He felt so heavy and sore through his whole body. Dean heard himself moan and then he saw his brother appear in his line of sight.

Sam was squatting next to Azazel. No! It was not Azazel. It couldn't be! He already shot him with the colt. Something in him told him that he was hallucinating. It has to be! "Whoa. I'm nuts, am I?" he heard himself say that to his frowning younger brother.

"It's okay, Dean. Bobby and I are here to save you."

"Well said, Sam. Even if it sounded a little like a girly thing to say."

Dean blinked his eyes again.

The smiling face of Azazel was finally melting again. And it turned out he was Bobby after all. It was Bobby. Not Azazel. Bobby sighed at him.

"What is he doing?" Dean heard his younger brother say. He couldn't see his face with those gray spots circling a front of his eyes.

"Obviously he has a air gun, Sam. I think he just shot me," Bobby said.

Dean felt himself going in some kind of blur. He was feeling exhausted, suddenly. Despite his strong beating heart.

"Where did he go? A-Azazel I mean." Dean didn't know what to believe any more. He saw some crazy stuff in his line of work. But this ate the cake. He was losing it. He already knew that by now, obviously.

Because he was getting pretty damn scared of himself.

"Hey, Dean. Put your air gun down, will ya? Before you shoot yourself with it, son." Bobby's mocking tone worked on Dean's nerves and he looked again at the colt. But he was gone. He now only saw an empty hand. Smeared with his own blood that was spilled from small cuts. Glass. He had forgotten about the glass on the floor. The Diner! Apparently his frightened face was visible because Sam rubbed his hair comfortingly.

"It's okay, Dean. We are with you." Dean looked up at his face. But when he find his younger brothers eyes he heard another voice coming from him. "I hate you, man. Because of you my whole life is a mess. I blame you for the death of Jess. For all of it! I hope you will die. And rot in Hell, Dean."

Dean blinked in shock.

"S-Sam! ... W-why do you say that? I'm bleeding here. Look!" stammered Dean startled. He shook his head in disbelief and showed his bleeding cuts with tears in his eyes. Sam's face frowned again, worriedly.

"Sam. Don't bother," Bobby tried. He was getting restless about how long they were in this Diner. They needed to go. Before the police were here, blaming them for the indispensable bloodbath.

"Well… okay. I know it sounded girly. But you really do scare me right now, Dean. We need to get you out of here. But your heart rate is too irregular, at the moment. Maybe we should call an ambulance, Bobby."

"I-I am sorry about Jess, Sammy. B-but I didn't kill her," Dean whimpered. His body began to shiver in pain and confusion. Sam's eyes grew wider at that. But when he wanted to say something back to him Bobby interrupt by putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Sam, We are just gonna go. Dean is poisoned. He is tripping. Who knows what he sees and hears. Let's take him to the panicroom. He can ride it out, over there. Nice and quiet."

Dean felt the warm hands slide under his knees. He was also gripped under his arms. Slowly he was lifted from the floor. A terrible pain shot through Dean's body and he cried out in agony. Through that horrible pain Dean was in some kind of paralytic state and could only hear Sam and Bobby talking while his eyes slowly fluttering close.

"I hear the sirens already. Someone must have seen this drama," Sam said.

"Don't worry about that now, Sam. Help me get Dean in to the truck, the boy is beginning to look worse and worse."

"Of course, Bobby." There was shuffling and crackling of the glass. Bobby growled. "How much does he weigh, anyway? A ton? "

"No idea."

"UuuhHHuuuH ..." Dean groaned. He heard himself doing that.

"Calm down, Dean. Hey ... your leg...? Dean? What has happened to it?"

"What? Where?" Bobby asked. There were some shuffling and crackling noises. Dean felt hands on his calf, again. And he didn't like that!

"Hands off!" he cried automatically. It was as if he had lost control over what he did and said. It was scary! He wanted to look. Too see. But his eyes stayed shut. It stayed dark.

"Come on, Sam. Get your brother out of here. He begins to tremble badly." Dean felt that too. But he could not help it. His body went his own way. The only thing that Dean could do was breathe. He breathed itself. And immediately began to hyperventilate when he realized that.

Immediately he felt two hands rub over his bare chest.

"Dean! Dean, come on! Keep breathing, man."

"Sam! Grab a hold of him. I almost let him drop again, Idjit." When Bobby opened the door a bell rang. Outside Dean heard sirens. The footsteps went faster. Dean was already going into his slow breathing. Slowly he regained the control of his body. His eyes slowly opened. He saw Bobby's face from below. His mouth was stretched under his stubbly beard. "Hold it a moment, Sam. I make the doors open, " said the older hunter. Dean felt he was pushed forward and two arms under his armpits disappeared. Now he was hold by Sam. He hugged him. Dean felt Sam's heart pounding against his chest. Sam's body was tense. He kept pulling him back up as Dean tried to push himself away from him. Unsurprisingly Sam was stronger now.

"Look, Dean. I know you don't like this lovingly hug pose, man. But you have to. You can hit me later." Doors opened from the truck and Dean felt his body collapse by yet another wave of pain. His head bumped into Sam's neck.

"Huuuuuuugggh ..."

"Whoa… Bobby! Help!"

Dean felt his painful body trembling. He couldn't help it. An arm grabbed his waist and he felt he was laid on his back on the floor of the truck. Voices were growing weak. Everything started melting away from him. He felt sore and light like a feather. All of the sudden he felt warmth over him. At first it was nice. Comforting, at some point. But then he felt some weight on him. His stomach started to feel bad. Like someone was eating the flesh of his belly. It burned with pain. And he groaned in discomfort. It was hot in here! Like fire! It was like some flames were burning him away. It was horrific!

And then, his eyes shot open.

Everywhere was on fire! He knew it… Oh god… He is going to die in here. Through the big flames he saw two shadows of men.

"Hello, Sleepyhead. Boy, you don't look so good, the weird voice said. There was some laughter. Dean was so shocked at this that he couldn't say anything. When he tilted his head to look at the two men he saw the blackness of their eyes.

"You're demons," he stuttered weak. His elbows pushed him up a little, from the burning ground.

Two Black Eyed demons were bending over him. Dean felt one coming closer.

"Do you have any idea where you are, Dean? Come on. Let's play a guessing game. And I already know I will win this one!" The long demon laughed. The other, an older with a beard, grinned and pointed to him.

"A burning plane, Dean! What do you think of that! Are you afraid?" With that abrasive laughter, Dean closed his eyes and bit his lip wishing this was a dream. When he opened his eyes he saw that the room, in which he was, was already beginning to blackening from the smoke.

"Fire and airplanes. This is a beauty of an nightmare, Dean. Don't you think?"

Flames raced around him and the two demons were laughing hard while watching his terrified face. Dean suddenly felt the heat proliferate on his bare feet. He was already on fire.

"Help! N-no ... Crash him down! Crash him so I die! It hurts! Please!" Dean cried out and hit his left foot on the ground. Trying to put out the fire. The fire had already burned his stomach. The flames were faster and stronger. Dean yelled and shook his head. Squeezed his eyes shut, while wishing this was a bad dream and he will be awoken soon. Equally, he managed to sit upright and when he opened his eyes again. It was quiet. Anxiously he looked around. Sam and Bobby stared at him shockingly.

Slowly the reality sunk in. For what he knew he was hurt and poisoned back at the Diner. He was taken to the truck. He was okay. He was safe. His heart beat slowed down again. And Dean let out a sigh. Sweat ran down his face. He was on fire alright. From fever, that is.

"Oh God…" he slurred out in exhaustion. Breathing heavily.

"Dean ... I-I ... " Sam stammered. Dizzily Dean began to falter backwards onto the hard surface. He was so damn tired. Strong hands had caught him in time, and there was something layed down under his head that was a lot more comfortable. Gasping and moaning Dean slumbered in unconsciousness.

TBC

AN: I like this chapter because I almost read it twice without murmur to myself that it was Junck again;)

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