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"Damn it. DEAN!"

Ha! Later Sammy, in your face bro! You and your buddy Bobby can... Kiss. My. Ass. Huh, I bet you weren't expecting tha... FRICK! For shit's sake, what... Ow, that hurt damn it! I guess I didn't think that escape plan all the way through. Wow, what a dumbass. Smooooth move exlax. Way to go, flying out of a damn moving vehicle onto gravel no less. I am such a winner. NOT! Great, I can see the next Winchester bestseller now. 'Dean's Guide To The STUPIDEST Escape Plans Ever! Don't Try This At Home Folks!' Boy, babble much dude? Get a grip already. Wait. God. Did I actually just give myself shit? And use the term 'smooth move exlax? Just perfect.

Okay, breathe. I need to get my bearings, figure this out. I must of had a reason right? Just get up Dean. Stop being such a pansy ass and get to your feet. Get away. I know that Sam and Bobby just want to pump me full of drugs and watch me suffer. Watch me lose control. Wait. No. That's not right. But... why is it that I decided my only option was to try and turn myself into roadkill? Think! Come on brain, anytime you want to fire up and give me a clue here would be awesome!

First things first. Scope out the surroundings. Look for danger. Be alert. Keep your wits about you. Yeah, okay, there's the car. Stop it Sam! Stop with the horn already, my head is going to blow off, it is so damn loud dude! Enough already!

None of this makes sense. I'm...okay...I'm...shit...in bad shape maybe. I think.

"BOBBY! I need some help out here!"

Okay, Sam is out of the car and looking at the house. For Bobby. Sheesh, give it a rest already bro, you always freak out for no reason. How many times in my life am I going to have to say it? Huh? I'm fine! For the last time. I. Am. Fine. Just tired...and sore. My back. It's freakin killing me. And why? Right. Maybe because in my infinite wisdom I decided it would be best to launch myself out of my own car! What kind of idiot does that? What kind of moron? There must be a neon light above my head or something and it keeps blinking. Idiot. Here. Idiot. Here. God. Focus dude! What the hell is happening to me?

But come on. There must be a reason. I... yeah, I needed to get away. Had to get away. From Sam? No way, that can't be. Sam would never do anything to hurt me right? Would he? No, of course not. That's crazy. He would help me. Right? Ugh, this fricken SUCKS ASS! My brain feels like it's made out of swiss cheese. God. Repeat myself much?

Gotta move. Oh. Wait. Okay, I got it. I'm pretty sure that my wonderful, would never do anything to hurt me brother tied me up like some kind of criminal! God. Make it stop. Please. This itch. It's driving me nuts already. I can't think. So damn itchy. Dean, listen... get your hands free. That's step number one. Come on dude, you can do it. You can... damn it! Who taught that bastard how to tie these damn things? Huh. Figures. I did! Nice bro, really nice. Okay then, plan B. Just get up. Ignore the pain. Ignore the itch. Just do it before you get hauled away and experimented on. Yeah, that's it. Up and at em. Keep going. Don't look back. Just. Run. Get away. Ignore the dizziness and run!

Great, I just had to do it. Just had to look back. Cripes, I can't even listen to myself! Loser. That's me, Dean Winchester, loser. And what do I see back there? The dynamic duo. All that's missing is the capes, with their initials displayed proudly. Ha. Bobby Singer = B.S. That is fricken hilarious! B.S. coming to save the day! Oh my God. I am so out of it. Oh well, what else do I see? Flashlights. And I am pretty sure a worried expression or two. And just what are they attempting to find? Yours truly of course. Because they just can't leave me alone. They don't trust me. I will not go down without a fight. Not while I can still move. Sort of.

"Dean! Stop! You need to let Sam and I help you. You don't know what you are doing. DEAN!"

Nice try Bobby-O but the Dean Machine is in control. Well. Maybe. Anyway, if you two would just leave me alone for a damn minute so I can think. Please. "SHIT! Mother...stupid back!" Shut up! You are a real wuss sometimes you know that? Perfect. Just fricken perfect. Way to go. They heard that. Probably their superhero hearing coming into play. What? Just shut your piehole and get moving. NOW! Can't you just ever keep your trap shut? It's just a little pain. And blood. And...that damn itch!

"Dude! Quit running, I can see you! Where do you think you are going anyway? You are hurt and we need to give you the antidote. Remember? The poison? Remember? From the hunt earlier today?"

Hunt? Oh yeah. Slimy, greasy, stinky piece of evil crap. Right. I remember. But we killed it. Right? But...wait...just a second. Did it do something to me? Is that why I am all screwed up? What? Cripes, this bites. Just keep going. I'm not...I can't think so quit trying to confuse me Sam! You two. You always think you are smarter than me. Always think that I am lower than you. Maybe I do shoot first and ask questions later but how many times has that saved your sorry asses? Huh? How many times!

"Dean! Please! Just stop!"

So damn sore. So tired. Legs are being a bitch. Breathing. Is starting to be a bitch. Hell, I might as well take up smoking. I...I just need to stop. For a second. Catch my breath. Maybe behind this conveniently located bush. Yeah, they can't see me here. I just need...to rest...to figure this out. Just breathe. Quiet Dean. Calm down. Don't panic.

SHIT! What was that? Oh no. Nonono...get up, they are almost here. Damn it legs. Damn you Sam for tying me up. Totally not necessary dude! Shit. Busted.

"Dean? Hey man, what are you doing out here? We're at Bobby's, we can fix this now. Understand?"

Do I look like I am fricken five or something? You are really starting to piss me off now. You must really think I am the king of idiots or something. Do I understand? You can be such a condescending little bitch Sam.

"I... of course I understand Sam! You just...you won't give me a chance to breathe. To get my head around this. You are pissing me off!"

"But Dean, there is nothing to figure out. We already know what happened. You were spat on. Highly poisonous shit. Bobby and I want to fix it. That's it. End of story. So, how about you let us? What do you say bro?"

Great. Here comes the old man. Just look at them. Side by side, two sets of puppy dog eyes trained on me. Well, actually, Bobby just looks mad. Good old Bobby, can always count on him to NOT pull out the sympathy ploy on a guy.

Stop staring at me. You are creeping me out. God. Is this what a caged animal feels like? They are staring at me like I am the pork chop from a Looney Tunes cartoon and they are the mangy mutts just waiting to dig in! Woah. Just stop talking to yourself Dean, you sound crazy man! Maybe you can still get out of this. Whatever this is. I know. There. I'll just inch back on my ass and wait for the chance to get up and run. But next time I won't be such a stupid twit. I will not look back. Huh. Foiled by a damn tree. Halting my progress. Peachy.

Bobby. Stop coming at me man. You are making it even harder to breathe. Dean. Come on. You aren't scared of this old man are you?

"Stop being a damn idjit Dean! How far exactly do you think you are going to get? You're bleeding all over the place, you're tied up and you look like a pile of crap. You're pale. You're not thinking as well as you should. And, for crying out loud, that little show of yours? Jumping out of your car? So not cool son. And why on earth would you want to get away from us? We're the good guys!"

Even if I ain't at 100% don't think I can't still kick your ass into tomorrow Bobby. Don't make me.

"You can't get away son. You are in no condition to make a break for it or to be alone so just accept it. You are coming with us. One way or another. You are coming back to the house with us. End of discussion."

Okay that's enough. "Just who the hell are you to give me a talking to? To talk to me like I am a damn kid! Stay the hell away from me..." Deep breath. Deep breath. Shit. Why am I having such a hard time taking in air? "...Bobby, or so help me I will kick your ass!"

Somehow I don't think they are convinced. Hell, if I can tell something is wrong with me then their extra sensory perception skills are gonna pick up on that too. Shit. That speech so did not work. At all. God... harder to breathe...

They are still coming. Closer. And closer. Okay, you asked for it. Don't say I didn't warn you old man.

"What the? DEAN! Stop with the kicking or I will knock you out and drag your stubborn ass all the way to the house if I have to. Don't test me boy!"

Yeah right. You and what army Bobby? I really don't want to hurt you so don't get in my face. Don't touch me. Just try to knock me out. I dare you. What a joke.

Great. Now it's Sam's turn. Get out of my face man. Now.

"Dean. You trust me don't you?"

What? What the hell is this? Some piss poor excuse for a lame good cop, bad cop routine? Pul-lease. I wrote the book! Shit, again with those eyeballs. It's getting old bro. Of course I trust you Sam but I just don't know what is going on. And I'm confused and I feel like shit and I hate the fact that you two are looking at me like I am some kind of freak or something. You are way, way too inside my personal space for comfort. And I hate that! Cripes, okay, stop with the look already. Are you going to end up in tears? Over me? Don't be such a tool Sammy. I'm okay already! Why won't you believe me? Fine, just lay off.

"Y'h S'my. Of course I do. I'm just...I don't know...don't feel right...confused. Something. I think something is wrong Sammy."

"Listen. If you promise to just chill and not to try your disappearing act again I will untie your hands and we can talk on the way to the house. Alright?"

But. I don't think I want to go back to the house. Why? Oh. Yeah. You and Bobby. Shit. Needles. And drugs. And having me completely out of it right? That's your plan isn't it Sam? Shit. Breathe. Deep breaths. You're okay. Just get free and get gone.

"Dean. You need to calm down. Your breathing is too fast. Here, let me..."

"Don't you touch me Sam. I am not going to tell you again. I am fine. I need to leave. Just untie me damn it and leave me the hell alone! I'm..." God. Don't pass out...please don't pass out. Keep it together dude. Stay sharp. "...fine damn it! Now get me the hell out of these ropes since you're the one that did this to me! SAM! I thought you wanted to help me! Isn't that what you always, always preach to me! That you care? That you give a shit about me! This is an all out LIE isn't it?" Shit. Damn. Focus man. Breathe deep. Yeah, that's it. Deep breaths.

Speechless Sam? Because your secret is out? Because you and Bobby have been caught? Oh no...no you don't...I saw that. You can't hide it from me. That little look you gave each other. You are plotting against me again. Can't you at least have the balls to come at me straight on?

"What the hell is in that poison Bobby? He thinks we are out to get him or something!"

"I dunno kid. Never seen anything like it. Haven't read anything about it either. We need to get this done. Fast. Before something else happens."

"Hello! I can hear you!"

Get your hands off me Sam. If my hands weren't tied up in this ridiculous... you would get the pounding of your life!

"Okay, look Dean, just focus on me for a minute okay. Let me look at your face. Huh. Dude, you couldn't have jumped into a nice field of grass? That looks like it hurts dude."

You can try all you want with your attempt at humouring me but I am on to you. You are stalling. And Bobby is...shit...where is Bobby? Time to go...time to...

"Relax Dean. Just try and remember, we are here to help you. You are going to feel much better. Trust me."

"Trust you! Are you shittin' me? That's rich! AHHH! Get your mitts off of me Sam! I mean it! Let me go! What? What are you? What...the hell...are you doing? Where is...Bobby? Where is he?" My stupid body. Come on. You can get free. Please! Don't! Let me go! Sam, please. Why are you doing this to me?

"Just look at me Dean. Look at me. Everything is okay. But you are breathing way too fast. You need to calm down. It's time to stop fighting."

"Everything...is not..." Air. I need some air.

"Bobby, he is really worked up and having trouble getting air. He's starting to panic so whenever you're ready."

"Ready...for WHAT? Bobby? Sam? Don't...touch...me. I'm fine! Please! You said...said you were gonna help me! What are you...doing?"

"Okay, NOW SAM!"

"NOOOOO! Stop! Get off of me Sam!" Can't move. Get off me you damn...UGH!... Personal space, come on! Don't!

"Hurry Bobby!"

"Bobby? NO, please... I'm good...I'm fine... Why won't you...listen to me? Don't!"

"Sorry son but we are running out of time. Don't worry. But you need to calm down. It'll be over really soon..."

"Son of a bitch!" Bobby. No. Put that down. "Sammy... please...don't let him..."

"Just breathe Dean. You're okay. You're okay. Just breathe."

What? NO... just listen... I'm good... No Bobby... don't stab me with that... please.

DAMN IT! SON OF A BITCH! In the leg? Not good. That hurt. Can't...what?...wait... shit...in...oh...hate...drugs...

"Ssssammm..you...are...sssss..so...d...d...dead..."

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