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"C'mon Dean, I got ya bro. Time to get up."

Wait, just one damn minute. Frick. My head. That can't be good. Feels like I've been on a bender but can't remember all the fun I had. Typical. No fun for Dean. Ever. Okay, so what's the deal here, I'm on the ground, leaning against...what? Shit. Note to self, no sudden movements with your damn head unless you want your brains to leak out through your ears. Idiot. So, a tree? Cripes, cracked my skull on a tree? Figures. So, concussion then. Yeah, that makes sense. Can't really remember what happened, or how I got here, my head feels like it's gonna explode, I'm tired, and... yup, the set is complete with the addition of blurred vision. Goody.

It's bad enough to see one Sam leaning over me with his patented 'I knew Dean was hurt' face but having to see two...wait, make that three, is just too much to handle. Stupid concussions, they always make me loopy. Sucks.

"Dean, are you ready? Give me your hand, I'll help you up. We gotta go dude."

Gotta keep alert. Gotta keep my guard up. Can't let anything happen to Sammy while he is performing his usual mother hen impression on me. Just cuz I pissed off some damn spirit...or ghost? No, that's not it. What the hell attacked me? Shit, c'mon brain, time to reboot. Wait. Sam, he would know.

"Spirit S'm?"

Great, now he's looking at me like I grew another freakin head. So that would be a no on the spirit then? Please dude, I hate that damn sigh. Stop it already. I think there has been enough of that shit already. Just...chillax bro, it's not the first time I've had my brains scrambled. Just need some shut eye and I'll be good as new. You know me, I'm always fine. Okay, enough with the look. I can't stand it. Your eyeballs, they are boring right into my brain. I can't concentrate and my eyes are burning through my skull from the inside out. Just gotta close them for a minute.

Ah, that's better. No need to live through the humiliation and weakness of having my baby brother help me up with my eyes wide open. Ain't gonna happen. Hell, if I don't see it then it didn't really happen. Deny, deny, deny. That's the Dean Winchester way. Huh, that's kinda funny.

"What are you laughing at Dean? What?"

"Inside joke. Everything about this is funny. You. Me. Out here in the middle of nowhere hunting god knows what while the rest of the damn planet goes about their lives, totally oblivious to what monsters are in their midst. Can't help but laugh, it is just too hilarious. I'm in a great mood. I obviously got creamed by some damn something, I am totally at the mercy of my shaggy haired baby brother and my head feels like there is some asshole with a freakin jackhammer drilling right into it. So, hey man, what are the options? To laugh or to cry dude. So I choose to laugh."

"Right. You are so out of it right now dude."

Am not Sam. Just tired of this bullshit. Why are you touching me again? You know my personal space rule, I'm pretty sure we've talked about it once or twice. Don't you get it? You have to keep sharp Sam, stop worrying about me. Whatever did this to me could still be out there.

Okay, that is it! The line must be drawn here. Hands on my face? Awkward dude.

"Open your eyes Dean."

"Make me bitch."

"Real mature. Look, you don't remember what happened which means the poison is working fast so we don't have time for all your macho bullshit! So, give me your damn hand and open your damn eyes before I get pissed off and pry them open myself!"

Okay. Back up a minute. Poison? Huh. From what? Ah well, whatever man, all I know is that threats of violence ain't really your style. Best to leave that to us professionals.

"Still waiting Dean."

Just hang on. Okay, there. I knew it would pass. Back to a nice, peaceful, relaxing throb at the base of my skull. It's like heaven. Just gotta keep the eyeballs closed for another minute then I'll be good to go. Good to go.

"DEAN!"

Guess I'm getting up now. Woah. Breathe Dean, just breathe through it. It's just a little dizziness. Snap out of it man. Gotta be cool. Gotta watch out for Sam. Don't forget your job. You're good. Okay. Now open your eyes. Shit. Still hurts like a son of a bitch. Suck it up dude, keep an eye out. Watch out for Sammy.

And off we go. Woah, what's the rush bro, why are we heading back to the car at mach speed? Great, Sam has got that frown of his plastered firmly on his face and he ain't talking and to top it off, I can't seem to get my damn legs to stay in rhythm with his unnaturally gigantic ones. Okay Dean, just focus. One foot in front of the other. Right. Left. Right. Left. This fricken sucks. Here I am, a grown man and I have to concentrate just to keep my feet in synch. What gives?

What's that over there? Oh. Well, there it is. Huh, I guess I did forget. That slimy bastard. HA! But now I remember! Sammy got game and pumped that fugly full of lead. A thing of beauty! Awesomely awesome. But. Oh right. Spit. Stanky, gruesome, nasty spit. So, to sum it all up I feel like shit because some Jabba the Hut wannabee asshole decided to launch a wad at me? Perfect. Man, I should start writing this down. I could write a fricken book of all the weird ways I've been hurt on a hunt. I could call it 'Dean's Guide to Shitty Ways to Get Hurt'. Okay, the title needs a little work. But still, that would be totally awesome.

See Sam, told ya, I'm good. On the mend already. It'll pass. Quit the worrying already. You know me, I am always okay. I'm always fine. I'm fine. You're fine. Hell, we are all fine! And as long as you are okay, whatever this is, whatever happens to me is fine. Because you are safe.

Time to slow down. Just gotta slow down for a second.

"Keep moving Dean, don't stop."

What? I am moving! If you would just stop dragging me all over the god damn place for a minute. Geez, I just need a break, my legs are on fire and my head is pounding out a nasty beat and that annoying look on your face is starting to piss me right off. Just cool it man. Actually, just back off for a minute. Let go of me for one damn minute! Ha, see, I can still walk.

Shit. Now what? Damn it. Why do we always have to traipse around in the dark? Why can't these fugly mothers hang out in the daytime for a change? Then at least I could see two feet in front of my damn face! Stop looking at me like that Sam, it wasn't my fault. I tripped over some piece of shit, well hidden root or something, not my own feet. God. My head. Stop with the hammering already, it's gonna drive me nuts. What was in that damn spit? I mean really, two damn drops and I can't even walk to the car without having to get all snuggly with my brother. It's just plain embarrassing.

"Sam...let's stop just for a minute. Please."

I'm gonna pass out if I don't stop. All I can hear is my heart beat and the rush of my own blood. Not good.

"Sorry bro, gotta keep going, can't stop because it's just gonna get worse. Just let me do the work, we're almost there."

What? Get worse? Well, ain't that totally peachy.

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