Hi all. Thanks for coming back! I hope you will enjoy Dean's mental confusion this round. Feel free to give me a shout and let me know what you think. Thanks for all the reviews and for reading this little story of mine. I truly appreciate all your kind words and encouragement! Now, on with the chaos! :)
"yer...soooooo dead S'm... gonna kick some...ass... ged off.. me man!"
"Yeah Dean, I know. I heard you the first time."
"It's okay Sam. You can let him go now, he ain't gonna go nowhere."
Ya S'm... sure... let go... k... good... now's my chance... gotta move... not out for count... not yet... still... gonna kick ass... wait, no... make that asses! You ain't innocent old man... no mercy. Did this t'me so you gotta pay... now gonna hurt... just... wait until I'm... until I... shit. Focus man... need to kick...
"Listen Dean. Just let go. Don't fight it son. You're strong kid but not strong enough. We can help you. We want to help."
Don't think so... tired of lies... B'by... not stay here... can't make me... won't let... nothing, not you... not back stabbin' brother... not drugs can stop... Dean train from leavin' station... man, I am good... good one Dean... ha! Oh no. Did I just laugh? Out loud? So not good... drugs startin' to mess with me... drugs... bad news...
"S..Sam... B'by? why... didn't have to... 'm fine good... let me up... wait... can't think clear... body heavy..."
Suck it up... quit whining, you sound like... loser... Okay... just move... one part at a time... Frick! Why, I feel like I weigh... 500 pounds... sucks... drugs right? Hate 'em... concentrate on leg... yes! Leg moved a little... still hope... but... DAMN IT! Still tied up like a... um, like a...
"S'okay Dean... one muscle at time... still can... get away." Shit. Stop talkin' out loud... keep to self man...
"He's still fighting it Bobby. I thought you said this shit would work!"
"Watch your tone with me Sam. I know you're worried but that don't give ya the right to act like a dick!"
"Yeah, I know Bobby. Sorry, I just, I wanna get this over with. This is wasting time, and we don't know how much time is left!"
"I know kid. I know. Give it another minute okay? It's working. Trust me. He can't fight for much longer. Believe me. That is potent shit. If your damn brother wasn't such a stubborn son of a bitch we would already be back at the house."
I... I think... I hate you B'by... hate drugs... not in control... hate that! You know it... S'm knows it... but, did anyway... see, you don't care... hate you... and you too S'm... Come on Dean... don't let it... frick... please, don't relax... can't give in... that nice calm feeling? It's a trick... not real... just wanna subdue you... for... for... um... somethin' bad... yeah... that's it... bad...
"Stop Dean. Sam and I are here, we'll take care of ya."
No...wait... bad stuff... and I... I can feel it... starting to get into head... stupid drugs... make me weak... and dopey... and sleepy... and, I know! Grumpy! God. Shit. Did I just name some of those damn dwarfs? Stupid drugs...can't think... can't... gotta keep clear... get out of 'mhead... you're stronger than this damn shit Dean... come on buddy... come on... focus on... on...
"Dean?"
That's my name. Huh, what was I saying? What happen? Why on ground? S'my? You okay?
"S'my... you ok? hurt?"
"Sam is fine son. And you're fine too. Just relax. Everything is okay. Sam is okay. You are okay. Now, breathe deep and stop thinking so hard. Don't wanna pop a vessel or somethin' right?"
"B'by? Hardy har har... funny... not! Why... head's fuzzy... cloudy... can't think..."
"Everything is fine. You've just had a rough night. Nothing unusual right?"
Did I? If B'by says so I guess... can trust him right? Of course I can... why would I...doubt it?
"'kay... don't member... don't..."
"It's okay. Don't worry about that now."
Right. Listen to Bobby... don't worry Dean... everything is fine.
Wow... starting to feel... really, really good... maybe i should relax? Can't be bad can it? It's kinda nice... not to think...
"Dean? How you feel man? How's the pain? The itch?"
Huh... what S'm? Umm... think I zoned out there... maybe just close eyes...
"S'm? What?"
"Any pain dude? How bout the itch?"
Umm... I feel... wait, huh... what itch? Not itchy... no pain... why you ask that S'm?
"M'fine dude. But, sure you're k? Not make sense man... did you hit head?"
"I'm good Dean. No injuries. I'm good."
Oh.. so I guess I'm good too then... was I itchy? In pain? Cuz I feel... not 100% sure what's goin' on but I think... I mean... I think I feel... yeah... feel fricken awesome bro!
"Dean? Still with us?"
Sound worried baby brother... don't... man, maybe you should try this... flying... floating... great stuff... help wipe that perma frown off face... shit, I always make you look like that...
"Don't worry Sam. I guarantee your big brother ain't feeling much. He's good to go. Flying high by now I think. Keep him upright while I untie him."
"Sure Bobby. I got him."
Oh yeah... forgot... tied up. Who? S'm? Did he tie me up? Whatever, don't know and don't care... thanks B'by, finally free... my turn as tied up freak officially over.
"Thnks B'by... better..."
"Glad to hear it son."
"We're gonna help you up now okay bro?"
"Y'h... my ass...asleep..."
"Alright man, open your eyes for me."
Okay. Hey S'my! I seeeeee you... and you... huh, two Sammy's are better than one...right? Cool... oh, okay, only one Sam again. But... aww, still look worried man... stop it... you look like you need a hug dude... ah hell, forgot... can't move... too damn relaxed... I think... if I could move I think... hell, I'd give you a hug... just cuz you probably deserve one... and you like that kinda stuff... maybe... maybe I don't hug you enough?
"Woah, you look seriously stoned bro. And what's with the smirk?"
"Just happy you're here S'm..."
"I take it back Bobby. This shit is working like a charm."
"S'm? Look worried? Don't worry bout me..."
"Right. Sure. Just save it Dean. You've been using that line on me for years and it's never worked. You're my brother and I can't help but worry when you go and get yourself hurt, especially when you do it to protect me."
"Not hurt S'my... I'm good... didn't do nothin'... I... I... feel really fricken good... 'm fine. Stop already. Wouldn't want your... yeah, your girlfriends to stop hanging out with ya... cuz you worry too much about me and... it makes your freakishly long locks...turn gray..."
"Yup, seriously out of it man. THAT sounded like an actual chick-flick kind of thing."
"Don' do... chick... flicks... not girl... like you..."
"Well, if you two are done with your weird brother bonding moment I think we better get moving. This ain't over yet, not by a long shot."
"Yeah... no fat lady..."
"Say again Dean?"
"C'mon... y'know... fat lady? Needs to sing first right? Haven't heard her... not yet... have you?"
"Umm, no. Not yet son. Not yet."
"See? I know... what 'm talkin' bout... sometimes..."
"I know this is serious stuff Bobby but would you happen to have a tape recorder?"
"What?"
"I mean c'mon, this? This is once in a lifetime stuff. Priceless shit right here, definite bribery material down the road man."
"Yeah, I hear ya Sam. But I think we should try and keep his dignity in tact. Remember, Hell hath no fury like Dean Winchester forced to face his emotional, can't stop talking out of his ass side."
"True. You're right."
"Ready to go Dean? Dean?"
"He's okay Sam, he can't help much anyway. You take that side, I'll take this one. Now the fun stuff begins."
"Fun? I like... to have... fun..."
"That's good to hear bro. Let's just hope you feel the same way for the next hour or two."
TBC... Thanks again for checking this out!