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Ugh. Just what in the hell crawled in my fricken mouth and died a horrible death? And what in the hell is that smell? Am I laying in a field of rotting corpses or something? Nah, I would think that would be something I would remember. But still.

Cripes, is this what it feels like to be steamrolled? Alright, just need a minute to get my bearings. Laying down. Feel like shit. Well, nothing unusual about that. But, laying down? Hmm…

Okay man, just open up your eyes and try and figure out what pile of shit you have managed to get yourself into this time. On the other hand, maybe not. I feel like I played chicken with a semi, and lost. Fantastic. Plus, I think my eyeballs have a different idea, they aren't too keen to see what's going on either. Alright eyes, you win, one more minute to rest up.

But. No. Can't rest. Sam. Gotta move. Need to make sure that Sam is okay. Need to make sure.

Okay, time to do the check. Man. Sore. Everywhere. Either I have slept for twenty years and now am an old man, or I got the short end of the who gets beat stick. Damn it. Did I just groan? Perfect, can't even keep my trap shut. I probably let the bad guys know where I am. What was I hunting again? This blows. Damn it. Concussion? Demon? Frick, I feel like I'm the entrée on the all you can eat hunter platter.

Quiet Dean. What was that? Stay still man. Stay still. I'm sure I just heard a creak on the floor. Shit. It's getting closer. Get ready. I think flight is out of the question but I can still throw a punch or two. Maybe.

"Dean, you awake dude?"

Huh. Sammy. Well, that's a relief, wasn't really expecting that. At least I don't have to worry about your ass. Cuz honestly, I was really wanting to pass on having to fight some evil son of a bitch just now. Man, what is up? Did I just sigh? Or was that a whimper? Like a girly, thank God I've been rescued by Prince Charming kind of noise? That is just so wrong. On so many irritatingly chick flicky levels. Please Sam, just pretend you didn't hear that okay?

"You've been out of it for a while. How are you feeling?"

Okay then. So no bad guys. That's good. No Sam yelling for me to get up and get moving to avoid a violent and painful blow. That's a bonus. But man, the hell if I can remember what happened and what in the frick got us here.

"Dean?"

"Y'h…m'here…S'm…"

Shit. Throat. What kind of crap was I smokin' last night? Hurts like a son of a bitch.

"Okay man, try not to talk. I'm sure your throat has revolted on you."

"Don' ask.. then.. bch.."

"Got it. Jerk. I'll get you some ice chips then."

What? Ice chips? Where the hell are we that we can get ice fricken chips? Cripes. Am I in a hospital? No. Smells wrong. Way too rank to be a hospital. Ah hell, who cares. Sammy's safe. That's all that matters. And I will deny it until I'm blue in the face but ice chips sound pretty damn good right now.

Maybe I'll just take a minute to think. Or get some more shut eye. Something tells me I don't want to move just yet.

"Back. Okay, let's try and get you to sit up alright? We need to have a look at you. See how you're doing."

Yeah, okay Sam, don't get those panties of yours in a bunch. Wait. We? Shit. Hurts. Open them eyes Dean, don't let Sam know you feel like something the cat dragged in, or puked out. Huh. Puke. Damn it. I remember something unpleasant about that. Black, stinky shit. From me. Freakin perfect.

There you are Sam. Come on eyes, don't fail me now. Fine, go on strike then. Damn it, they don't want to make this easy just yet. Okay, three of you. Now two. Try and focus Dean. Ah, okay. One very tired, gone through the wringer looking baby brother who is in his full mother hen mode. Well, some kind of shit went down. Just gotta get him to fill in the blanks for me.

Okay, where the hell am I? Huh. Well ain't that awkward. Just why is it that I am laying on a bed with just my boxers on and a flimsy white sheet? Where the hell are my clothes? And…okay, that is definitely not a good sign. Restraints? Yeah, that would explain why my wrists and ankles feel like they are missing, oh, I don't know, layer upon layer of skin! Just relax the breathing man, don't want to get nursemaid alarmed. Shit. Too late, Sam is coming in for the kill. Way, way too far inside my personal space dude.

"Woah, hey Dean. Just slow down for a minute will ya? Everything's okay now. You're good. All fixed. You need to take it easy for a bit okay? Need to recover. Just, here, take some of this ice, it'll help your throat. Man, you really know how to put on a show huh? Do you remember anything?"

I remember how much I hate that question. It means something happened, and not the warm and fuzzy feeling something either. I probably got hurt, Sam got worried, and voila, here we are. Again. Probably did something stupid to get into this and just this once maybe we can just let it slide and not discuss it? C'mon Sammy, can we try that? Just this once? Frick. That look just screams 'No Dean, we are going to talk and talk and talk some more about what happened.' God Sam, staring at me like that isn't going to make me think of the answer any sooner dude.

"Uh…" Damn it. Did I swallow some razor blades or something? Yeah, right Dean, sure, that's what happened. Idiot much?

Wait. Just wait. Bits and pieces. I can see bits and pieces. Too bad though. Those bits and pieces blow. Tied down. Sludge. Needles. Puke. Pain. Okay, had enough of this stroll down memory lane. That's it. Get me the frick out of here. Now. Just let me up Sam. I need to.. damn it, get a hold of yourself Dean! Since when did you turn into such a freakazoid, getting all panicked over what? A needle? Some pain? C'mon, don't go soft. But...

"Bobby, could you help me out in here for a minute?"

Bobby. Right. Bobby's place. I. We.. came here.. why did we come here? Wait. We were on a hunt right? But. Can't remember. Damn it. I hate this shit. I'm such a useless…

"Dean, come on bro, don't get yourself all worked up, it's all good. Poison is gone. You are gonna be fine. You need to slow down the breathing dude, I can't go through you gasping for air again."

What? Again? Newsflash Sam, that is not helping! Quit with the pity look Sam. I've felt worse. I've been worse. I can breathe. Maybe. Sam, what are you doing? This is so fricken gay dude. Get your damn hand off of me.

"Deep breaths Dean. Slow, deep breaths. C'mon, put those dagger eyes away, they really are not working right now. Humour me man, it's been a hell of a long night."

Shit. Okay. Sorry man. Once again I have screwed up and got you wearing that worried expression again.

"S'ry…S'm…"

Crap. Throat on fire. Right. Spewing acid. Peachy.

"Not listening to your bullshit Dean. I know it's fuzzy but you played hero once again to protect me so can you just do me a favour here and concentrate on remembering how to breathe? Okay?"

Fine. Mother Theresa wants me to breathe. Fine. I'll breathe.

"Calm and slow and deep breaths Dean."

Yeah, I can do that. Huh. Damn it. I hate the fact that Sam can make me do this shit. And that the pressure of his hand on my chest seems to help? Well, that will just be something to keep to myself. I'll just close my eyes for a second, so he can't see how terribly uncomfortable and unmanly this crap is.

Shit. How embarrassing. I'm sure I just sighed again. Maybe Sam's girlish nature is rubbing off on me. No. Maybe I'm just beat. Maybe I do just need to rest. Cuz I saved him. From? Ah yeah, right. From a spit spewing, spittle spitting spits a lot spitty monster. Huh. Right. Jabba the Hutt wanna be. Gross piece of shit. But rotting somewhere now so that's good.

"That's good Dean. Much better. You don't have to be strung so tight all the time. Maybe this could be a new routine for you, instead of counting to ten we could play a game of 'Breathe With Me'."

Way to ruin my happy moment Samantha. Well, eyes are wide open now and that smug smirk on your face isn't helping. Well, maybe a little. Oh, alright, I'll smirk back.

"Hey princess, glad you could join the party."

Hey Bobby. You look like shit too. Because of me? Yeah, of course, always because of me.

"Look son, I know you are still putting the pieces together and feel like a sack of shit so you need to calm down and relax. And stop trying to put on your brave face, you look like a 2 year old could beat the crap outta you right now."

"Oh..yh? name one… it's…on…any around?.."

"Damn smart ass. Well Sam, I'd say you're brother has been purged off all the poison and before we know it we will be having to deal with his normal, irritating, stubborn self instead."

"Cute…old…man…"

"Nice to have you back too kid."

Damn it. That ice feels good on my throat. Sam is safe. Bobby is safe. Another supernatural piece of shit sent back to wherever the frick it came from. Another day in the life of the Winchesters. I'm trying to listen to what you're saying Sammy but I don't think I can keep my damn eyes open.

Shit. I hate that. Did I just nod off?

"It's okay man, get some sleep bro. You've been through one hell of a time. I'll fill you in on everything when you can stay awake for more than thirty seconds. Lay down dude. We'll be here when you wake up. Glad you're okay bro. "

"M'good…S'm… th..anks… you too.. B'by…"

"Yer welcome. Idjit. Now get some rest. You won't be back to 100% for a few days cuz of that damn antidote so why don't you, for once in your damn life, stop worrying about everything and everybody else and just try to enjoy some peace and quiet? Lord knows your brother and I need to take a break from worrying about your hide too. Okay son?"

"Y'h...you two look... like... shit..."

Huh. I think both of them just did their world famous eye rolls. Yeah, things will be back to normal soon. Okay Sam. Okay Bobby. I guess I could sleep. Just for a minute. Eyes closed. Feels good.

"Okay dude, get some shut eye cuz don't forget, you promised each of us superheroes over here a cape, and we can't have you passing out at the sewing machine."

What? Shit. I must be hearing things. Whatever. Good night Sammy.

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