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Okay already, stop shaking me Sam! I heard you the first twenty fricken times! Poison..blah..need to keep moving..blah dee blah blah blah. Just, please. My head. My legs. Hell, my everything hurts.
Hold up. What? Oops, okay Sam, sorry about that. My bad. It's just me. Shaking like a leaf in the breeze. Weird, I don't feel cold do I? Nope. So what gives? Huh. Right. Remember Dean. Poison. Yeah. What a pisser. Shit, am I actually having a conversation with myself? Just another day in paradise man.
Wait. I know that sound. That beautiful rumble. Tires on asphalt. The open road. Hey baby, you know just what to do to make a guy feel better. But, what the hell? When did we get to the car? Don't remember that. Must be getting old. No. Poison Dean. It's the poison. Right, must of blacked out for a bit. But come on, how bad can that be right?
"Bobby? Yeah, it's Sam. What? Oh, yeah, it's dead. Gigantic piece of sludge."
Yeah Sammy, you did real good. Brain matter all over the place. A sight to behold. I wish I had brought the camera. Okay, that was random. We don't even own a camera do we? Maybe we'll have to get one. Capture all the fun. Photographic evidence to put in my new book.
"But, well, we have a problem. Uh, well, it's Dean. Yeah, you know him, had to go and distract it long enough for me to take it out. Practically had himself on a platter with an apple stuck in his mouth."
Nice one. Okay Bobby. Now you can tell my worry wart of a brother that it ain't no big deal. Just a couple drops. Do it Bobby. Tell him.
"He passed out. But. Wait. He's shaking. What does that mean? What? No, just a couple drops."
Yeah, that's right. Just a couple goopy drops of, well, goop. I've had worse. Much, much worse. Sammy, it's okay bro. Stop the worrying. What's a bit of goop? Can't keep the Dean Machine out of commission for too long. But, okay, this is kinda maybe bad. I can't seem to open up my eyes.
"About an hour ago. Yeah, we're on the way. Well, he wasn't making much sense. And he was having trouble walking. And he didn't seem to remember what happened."
Well you see how 'with it' you are when you get attacked by something out of a science fiction movie. Okay Sam? Then, we'll just see how fabulous you manage! Woah. Get a grip.
"And, uh, Bobby? Better get that antidote ready. What? Okay, okay, I'm sorry. No, I don't think you're an idiot. I'm just worried. I want to get him there, get it done and over with. Yeah, I know, me too."
Of course you're worried. Where would the world be, how would it function day to day if little Sammy Winchester wasn't fretting his head about something, or someone? And hey, bro, even though my eyes refuse to open I am pretty sure I can still see that pouty look on your face. Wait for it Dean...wait for it. There! Right on cue! Sigh number forty seven for the day. See Sam, I'm good. I still know exactly what you are going to do next. How bad can things be?
"I know, hopefully he'll be too out of it to realize what is going on. No, I don't think he likes needles too much. Okay, see ya soon Bobby. Bye."
Excuse fricken me? Needles? No one said anything about needles! Oh no, no way. I am NOT going to be a human pincushion. I am NOT going to get anything injected into me. Or taken out of me. Or anything. Or both. I'll just ride it out then, like I always do. No need to use any sharp, poking, prodding devices on me. Absolutely not!
"S'mm...no..needles dude. No friggen way!"
"Dean? Oh, uh...you heard that huh?"
"You bet your ass I did. You and Bobby Dearest better figure out some other way. Or hope to hell that I do pass out because if either of you come near me with a needle so help me, I will hurt you!"
"Just relax man. Don't be such a little baby. You get sown up and sutured and stuff all the time so what's the big deal?"
"Not..gonna happen dude. Look Sam, this will pass. This, well, whatever this is. You never told me, what the hell is in this shit anyways?"
"Well...if you would have gotten a full dose your heart would have just given out, case closed. But...it basically works like venom from a..."
God, my neck. So itchy. Ahhh...much better. Nope, not better. Not good yet. Still itchy. Better give it another go. Put a little more elbow grease into it.
"Dean! Stop scratching! Stop!"
No way Sam. It's...shit. I don't like the feel of that. Wet. Sticky. C'mon Dean, time to open your eyes dude. Something is not right. Need to check it out. Wow, note to self, don't open your eyes unless you really, really need to. Fricken hurts like a bitch.
Okay. Definitely need to stop scratching. Blood. Lots of blood. Dean, time to trim your nails dude. Focus. Focus Dean. Better stop. Huh. Don't wanna be like that dude from Poltergeist. Tearing the flesh off his own face. That was some nasty shit. Just think about that Dean. Think about that. Don't scratch. Don't scratch. But. Frick. So damn itchy.
"Sam..can't stop..."
"Dean! Hang on!"
Yeah, still here Sam. Dean, stop with the scratching man. You are getting Samantha all worked up again. Sit on your hands. Or put them in your lap. Just, do something! Cripes, it's just... The car. Has it stopped? Are we at Bobby's? Can he make the itch stop? Sam? Where is he? Oh, perfect. Sure, I'm ripping my god damn throat out and brother dear is probably taking a leak outside. Real nice.
Okay, there he is. What's he holding? And why does he look so guilty? I don't like that look. That means he's gonna do something I ain't gonna like. If I could only stop...this damn scratching...there...good... I'm okay Sam.
"Sorry dude but this is for your own good."
What? That's not the best way to start a conversation Sam. Now I know that you're gonna piss me off. No! Let go of my arms. C'mon Dean, you are stronger than this. You can get away. Shit. No dice. At the mercy of my brother. This sucks. What's he? Hell no! Please Sam. Don't! The itch is back.. it's driving me mad! Please! Don't. You bitch. Untie me!
"Dean, look at me."
"Bite me..."
"Look man, you are bleeding all over the place and you've already gone through a few layers of your skin. I know you can't control it so save the speech okay? I know it sucks dude but this is just temporary, until we get to Bobby's."
"Whatever you need to tell yourself Sam."
And there it is. Sigh number forty-fricken-eight. Getting on my nerves Sam.
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