Hi everyone. Sorry for the delay. This is a short chapter and just an FYI, I hardly have time to write at the moment but I want to keep the story going so it may be quicker updates but shorter chapters the next little while. I hope you will enjoy and I hope to update sooner than later. Reviews make the heart feel good...wink, wink. Thanks again for having a look and for those who have sent me your thoughts, I appreciate each and every one of you!
God it hurts. Fire... burning... why am I burning? Please, I need... please Bobby, just look at my face, for one damn minute! Please! Someone, for the love of...stop ignoring me!
Okay, just move Dean. Wiggle. Or squirm. Or buck. Or... just anything to get their damn attention! Let me TALK!
Please Bobby... stop. Don't.
"It's okay bro, everything's okay. Just a little longer. Almost over."
I have been hearing that bullshit for I don't know... hours? So easy for you to say. You aren't strapped down, practically naked and gagged like some kind of fricken lunatic!
And...please, can someone tell me... what is that? Smells like a rotten...I dunno...a rotten dead something. Can't you smell it? Oh no, gross, is that coming from me? Well ain't that peachy? Here's a tip for ya, if you are gonna douse someone with a pail of god knows what it would only be polite to...
Christ, I am gonna hurl...nasty... just swallow...breathe... concentrate on something else... anything else... like... um... all the ways you are gonna get these two yahoos back... yeah... just...
Just put that bucket of slop down.
Please...Bobby...stop. Don't...just...don't...why are you doing this to me? What? What did I do? Nonononono... NOOOO! Frick! Stop it! C'mon man, it's me! It's Dean! Just...STOP! SON OF BITCH! Okay, just breathe Dean. Just breathe. Don't puke.. don't puke...
SON OF A PIECE OF CRAP ON A STICK OF PAIN IN THE ASS MOTHER!
Damn it. This pisses me off. I actually did just bite down on that shit rag in my mouth. If I hear one 'I told you so' come out of your pie hole you are gonna get the whooping of a lifetime bro...
"Hang on Dean. It's okay. You're doing great. Better than I would have. We need to flush out the poison."
Puhlease, lay off the bullshit. It already smells like a damn corpse-a-thon in here... ha, that was a good one. Shit, that reeks.
I am seriously going to spew.
"Bobby, stop. Take a look at this. Is that the poison?"
Yeah, right.. okay..poison... what? What is that look for now?
"Uh Bobby? Is that supposed to happen?"
Is what? What are you looking at Sam? Not you too Bobby. Stop dissecting me for a damn minute and tell me... What is it!
"Just look at me dude, focus on me. You're okay."
Give it a rest Sam. You can't bullshit a bullshitter. This is definitely not okay.
"Yeah, it's good. That means it's working, the poison is coming up to the surface...Dean, won't be long now son. Try to relax."
Oh my fricken God! I swear, the next time I hear that word I am going to start...
Wait. What the hell? Aw, come on! You have got to be shittin' me! What now? My chest... killing me... shit... that right there can not be good. It looks like a fricken roadmap. Okay, Jesus, what in the...what is... FRICK! AHHHHHHH... can't... control... damn... shakes... My chest... what is happening?
Can't focus... can't see... dark...
"Bobby, he's convulsing!"
Ya think? College...geek...Captain...Obvious... huh, maybe...
"What's happening?"
"Damn it! The poison, it's...I mean... it's speeding up...or multiplying."
"What? It knows that we are getting rid of it?"
"Yeah, looks like. And we gotta move fast because now it's moved up from an annoying itch to a.. hell, turning his insides to mush. Things are gonna get real bad, real fast."
"Dean, open your eyes! Please bro!"
Not...listening to you...anymore... Christ! Just kill me already! Can't... need to... no...can't breathe...
"Sam, take that damn gag out of his mouth. He needs to get more air!"
Thank God.
"Dean, breathe with me okay bro? You aren't getting enough air."
"No...shit...Sherlock..."
"Hey man, nice to hear your voice."
"can't...say...same...bitch..."
"Just as funny as always Dean."
What you doing over there Bobby? What? Oh hey, there you are...
"Hate...poison...B'by...don' wanna be...mush..."
"Huh, yeah, I hear ya and I don't blame ya son. I'm gonna make ya feel a whole lot better real soon but you ain't gonna like how."
"let me guess...that was.. easy part?"
"Yup, you got it. Listen, I know this blows but the poison has ramped up its attack on you and we need to get rid of it...now...which means..."
Awesome. Nothing more frightening than that. Bobby holding a big ass needle in his hand, a look of guilt on his face, and me tied up like a fricken side of beef.
TBC... Thanks for stopping by...