Hi again. I am trying my darndest to update as soon as I can! THANK YOU for all the wonderful reviews, I must say I am very pleasantly surprised. :) Sorry, very limited humour in this chapter cuz I love me some Dean angst, it's a guilty pleasure of mine! I'd love to hear what you think! Thanks again! :)
"Sam, let me go! LET ME GO!"
"Dean, you need to listen to me! Right now!"
"But… Sam, they're right behind you… I can see them! Trust me on this, we need to go! NOW!"
"No Dean. There is nothing there. It's just the curse, remember? They are not real, they are NOT REAL!"
"Nononono… they sure the hell ARE real! Shit… move, move move! Gotta move Sam! No, don't… stay back… stay….Sam, get out of here! AHHHHH!"
"What the hell? Damn it. Shit. DEAN! Whatever you think is happening right now is all in your head alright? Stop fighting! It's me, it's Sam. I'm not going to hurt you. And those hellish sons of bitches can't hurt you either, because they are not here! They haven't come for you, it's over. Please bro, just look at me… No Dean, look at me. Okay?"
"Oh God… no…get off of me you overgrown Cujo! You can't take me, not again! I… I didn't do anything! I… it's….not fair… get your filthy paws off me! SAMMY! PLEASE, HELP ME SAMMY! Oh God... AHHHHHHH!"
"Dean, you need to calm the hell down! I know it's hard but you need to… "
"STOP! No… please…"
"What are you looking at?"
"Shit. I'm… I'm dying… sorry S'my… m'so sorry. I know you tried but you can't fix me… Shit… my… I'm ripped to shreds… I'm gonna die."
"Dean, snap out of it man! You need to trust me. LOOK AT ME! Do you see me? DEAN! Right, that's it, can you see me? I'm right here and you are NOT dying got it? I am not letting you go!"
"S'mmy?"
"Yeah, that's right, that's it. Focus on my face okay? You and me, we killed that stupid old crone remember? But you can't help it can you? You always seem to piss them off until they decide to put some kind of kick ass skeevy curse on you; call it the Dean Winchester gift.
"Curse?"
"That's right. It's making you relive... well, you know. But, it's not real. You're fine. No hellhounds. No blood. You are still in one piece. Do you understand? Look at yourself Dean and you'll see."
"But I'm… Sam?"
"You trust me right? Good. I promise you that you are okay. Can you just slow down for a minute? Just breathe. Deep, even breaths. That's it. You're doing great. Keep it up. Calm. Slow."
"S'mmy?"
"Dean? Are you with me?"
"Yeah man, I'm here… but what the hell? I… I mean I just saw it. My body... blood everywhere, I could… I could see it… ripped apart… blood…"
"It's over now. You made it. You're okay."
"Well that sucked ass."
"Yeah. Sorry man, that was one hell of a ride. Maybe you should sit down for a minute, you look like shit."
"Feel like it too dude. I… I saw... I mean I thought… Sam… it was exactly the same as the real-life Technicolor version. Dude, I saw… my… chest was cut to ribbons… I…I could feel everything… like it was happening all over again."
"Like I said man, powerful witch…. You doing okay?"
"If you weren't here…I'd…"
"Dean?"
"Ah hell, doesn't matter, you brought me back and…"
"It's okay man, you're welcome. But that was friggin scary dude, you… you had that look in your eye… I never wanted to see that again."
"I know man and I'm sorry. I'm sure this wasn't easy for you to go through again either."
"Yeah."
"Okay, I'm good, enough chick flick shit. I mean come on, it's gonna take more than some wrinkly old bag covered in hairy warts to be the one to break the Winchester's right? After all the other shit we've gone through? Puh-lease, I ain't falling for this bullshit again. I mean, I almost wish that fugly was still breathing just so I could kill her nice and slow like. Or wait, maybe I could re-enact a kid's poem on her sorry ass... hmmm... but which one..."
"You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine man. Anyways, I guess we got some important shit to talk about."
"What?"
"Well, being the college geek, you would probably know…uh, just exactly how many verses are there in this friggin nursery rhyme anyways? How many more blasts from the past does that bitch have in store for me? I just wanna know cuz the first one was so much fun."
"Oh… uh… well, look at the bright side bro, you survived two of them already…"
"Come on Sam, I can take it… how many?"
"Three more."
"Three... son of a bitch. Well, ain't I the lucky one?"
TBC... Thanks for stopping by! Next Time: Five, six...