Hi everyone. Here is another chapter for you to have a look at. I have to be honest and say that I am not feeling the love for this chapter and hope that it isn't as bad as I seem to think it is. Please hang in there, the excitement will ramp up next chapter. To any who read, I truly appreciate it. And thank you to all of you who have taken the time to send me your thoughts. Thanks again! :)
"Ready? One. Two. Three!"
"Woah, we got ya bro. What the hell you been eating? Lead? Dean?"
Huh. Funny. That's rich comin' from a damn Samsquatch... bitch... If I weren't so... what... high? Am I high? yeah, think so. But when the hell did that happen? Ah well, I won't complain, feel too damn good to care. Drank too much maybe? Hell, don't over think it man, just go with it.
"Just leave him be Sam. Let him enjoy whatever happy place he's in right now cuz he ain't gonna be too thrilled when we start the antidote."
When did it get so dark out? It's pitch black. Woah Dean, think about this. Can't see anything right? So maybe it's just cuz you got your peepers closed. Yeah, that's it. But, I don't want to open them just yet... like this drifting along feeling... could get used to this... man, whatever I did, whatever got me here it's good shit... gotta get more maybe?
"Bobby... exnay on the ure-cay."
"What the hell? Speak in english Sam!"
"What if he hears you?"
I bet I could let loose a major can of whoop ass on those evil sons a bitches if I felt this good. I wanna go kill something. Right. Now. A hunting I will go... A hunting I will go... then kill all those mother suckers... a hunting I will go. Yeah, cool song dude. Hey, it could be my theme song. Have it blaring through the speakers and then they will know. They are gonna die. Soon. Ha, good one Dean. You should write this shit down.
"Umm, well, just take a good look at him kid. He is grinnin' like an idiot and chuckling at nothing so I don't think he is 'earing-hay' me. He's floating around in his head, in his own world somewhere so let's just leave him there. Shit, he looks like he's having a whole bunch of fun in there."
"Right, okay, yeah, you're right. So this antidote? You sounded pretty ominous there man. You said something about needles before. What exactly is involved in this cure Bobby?"
"It ain't gonna be no picnic. Some pretty powerful and painful shit I mixed up."
"Okay.. and?"
"And... it's gonna hurt like hell. Dean is gonna be cursing us up and down and back and forth. We need to expose the areas where the infection has already taken hold and pour that rank shit right into the wounds to flush the poison out. It'll feel like acid to him, it'll burn like a son of a bitch."
"Great. That should go over well."
"Yeah, but that ain't all."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning.. well, sorry to say it son but that, the flushing of the poison? That is actually going to be the easy part."
"Doubly great."
Woah. What. Okay, so just when did I start moving? Or, maybe I am not moving? Nope, pretty sure I am moving. Huh, open your eyes and focus Dean. Yup, there are my feet. On the ground. Moving, or rather dragging along the gravel. But, it's not me doing it. So then how? I don't remember gettin' up... just... okay, wait a minute. Two more sets of feet. Let me guess... My arms, they are being held around... oh... perfect... so, I am smack dab in the middle of a totally unmanly threesome here. Awesome. I'm being held up by... yup, there's my little brother with my arm around his shoulder. And, how about the other side? Yup, there is Bobby. The dynamic duo strikes again. But where's their capes? Wait. Did I think that already? Cripes, I know this sort of thing should annoy me but shit, who cares. Lead the way boys, lead the way, to... where again? Talk about not the sharpest pencil in the pack. What happened again? Frick, who knows and who the hell cares. Just enjoy the ride Dean. Find out later. Hmm hmm hmmmmmm... hmm hmm hm hmmmmmm...
"Dean?"
Okay, Sam is looking at me. But, he's... smiling? Damn that looks good. About time he...
"'Bout time turn that frown upside down bro." Shit. Did I? Cripes, did I just say that out loud? What the hell? So much for the strong, silent, macho image you've built up over the years Dean. Dufus.
Still staring at me. Still smiling. Maybe he didn't hear that last comment? Please.
"Wha' S'm? Somethin' on my face? It's... it's rude to stare man. Take a picture why don't ya? Boy, I musta tied one on huh? Feel pretty good. Not firing on all my cylinders.. or, it is pistons? Can't think."
"Hey Dean. Welcome back. Uh, and no, you're face is fine."
"What's with the smile then dude?"
"Um, you were humming a nice little tune just now. I'm gonna guess 'Smoke on the Water'. And dude, you are totally tone deaf."
What a little bitch. But he... he always knows how to make me smile. Good old Sammy. Best brother a guy could have. I'm so lucky. When I get a handle on myself again I'm definitely gonna hug that ugly son of a bitch.
"Smile...it suits you bro."
"Well thanks, but I have smiled before you know."
"Not enough man... not nearly enough."
"Ahem... Dean, stop thinking so much, you'll hurt yourself. We are almost at the house. Just a little further and you can have a rest. Okay?"
Oh, hey Bobby. Rest. Yeah, that actually sounds really good. Don't think I could stand up on my own right now. So heavy. Sleep. Yeah, sounds awesome.
So good. To see Sammy smile. I... I always keep that from him. He... wait. Don't get worked up Dean. Just calm down. Um, wait. My chest, it feels like. I know. It's aching...because...because it's all my fault. Always my fault. I did something. I must have. Bobby, he sounds worried. I'm relaxed. Why is he telling me to relax?
"Dean? You okay?"
See. In the blink of a fricken eye. Smile is gone. Worry is there. Damn it. All because of me.
Sam. he's cursed to have me as his brother. I am lucky and he is cursed. Should have left me, long time ago. He would be happy. Would smile all the time. He would be healthy. never get hurt. Nothing to worry about. Shit. Stop it Dean. Oh. No. I'm not... cripes, I am. Crying? For the love of... what the hell?
Can't look anymore. Look away. Be strong for once. For Sam. Don't be... so emotional. What? Me?
"Just... love ya bro, don't tell you enough. You're the best brother. Like. Ever."
"Love you too man. You know that. What's going on? Everything is fine, why are you so upset?"
Come on Dean, think of something. Fast.
"That song... it chokes me up man... classic... they... they don't make 'em like that anymore."
"Sure, whatever you say Dean."
Yeah. Good. Still moving but... getting foggy again. Rollercoaster much? Come on fog, time to lift. Time to get back to Sam. Gotta be on my game, just in case. But, man, I just... I do feel great. That's okay isn't it? To feel great once in a while?
"Hi Sammy."
"Um, hello again Dean. Kinda zoned out again there for a second hey?"
"Yeah, not sure... what were we just talking about? Where are we going again? I feel kinda weird... like I have all the pieces but can't quite put the puzzle together."
"We're gonna help you with that really soon Dean."
"Oh, okay. Something happened though right? To me? You and Bobby? Did you need to save my sorry ass? Again?"
"Yup, kinda in the job description for me. Sam Winchester, protector of brother Dean. Huh, has a nice ring to it hey?"
Look at them. Sammy the strong. Bobby the brave. Hey, they really are heroes. But, they are missin' the point. They should only save those who deserve it. Not me.
"Sam, careful. Try and change the topic okay? I don't know how but I think that stuff is starting to wear off, must be because of the poison. I know what you're thinking and you're right, he ain't quite with it yet. But, with the dosage he got he shouldn't even be able to form a sentence. So just lighten up the convo okay?"
"Hey B'by. You and S'my... you're heroes man..."
"Hey kid. We ain't no heroes. Not by a long shot. Listen to me okay? Try and keep those feet moving alright? I don't know how much longer I can lug your heavy ass around. Okay?"
"Sure old man. Sure."
But you are heroes dude. If it wasn't for you where do you think I would be? Well, I know, I would be dead. and really, would that be so bad?
"S'my? You and Bobby...heroes...heroes man...but, I... I don't deserve."
"Sam, remember what I said."
"Yeah, got it Bobby. So, what kind of heroes Dean? I'm thinking I would be Batman and Bobby over here could be Robin. Complete with red tights and a mask over his eyes. Right Bobby?"
"Over my dead body princess."
"Huh, that sounds great, I'm sure Bobby here has got the tights on under his jeans. Ain't that right? Ha! Okay, so where are you hiding it then Sam?"
"Hiding what Dean?"
"Where's the cape man?"
"Um..cape? Are you sure we have to worry Bobby?"
"C'mon dude. All the superheroes I've seen have on right? You and Bobby need a cape. I'm gonna get one for ya."
"I don't think we need 'em bro but thanks."
"Come on man, you have GOT to have them! I mean, you are always saving me right? Always! But, I need to know something. I wanna know, why? I don't... I mean... shit man... why me?"
"We're here son. Come inside and we'll talk some more okay?"
"Why save me? I'm no good. I'm not a good guy. Done so much bad shit. So much bad in me. I'm... huh, that's weird."
"Sam, let's get him onto the bed, I already have the stuff over there."
What? Wait. Sam, just hang on a minute... what the hell is with this nasty itch all of a sudden? Gotta stop. gotta itch...
"Need to... just can we please stop for a minute? Please S'my. Why...so damn itchy... I need..."
"Bobby?"
"Keep talking to him Sam, try to distract him from what's happening."
Damn it. Distract me? From what?
Oh. Crap. What is that shit? And what is with the restraints? And why are they looking at me like that? Oh, hell no!
TBC... Thanks for stopping by...