Here's day 5's prompt "poisoned" I don't know what it says about me that when I read on my research into basilisk's that they 'only feared the scent of weasel' that the first thing i thought of way 'hmm, how about a blade dipped in weasel musk?' LOL :P

5. Poisoned

"Dude, this is so gross, are we sure this is even going to work?"

Sam sighed. "No, but I did read that a basilisk's only weakness is the 'scent of weasel' so this is the best I came up with."

Dean wrinkled his nose as he carefully dabbed the weasel musk onto his blade. "I hate these friggin' mythological creatures man. There's too many variables as to what you can do to kill them."

"That's why I'm bringing a mirror too, just in case," Sam said.

"Are we ready?" Cas asked.

Dean nodded and they headed out.

The ground around the basilisk's den was devoid of all vegetation. The thing was apparently so poisonous that it killed everything around it. Even the rocks looked somewhat corroded.

"Okay, so remember, don't look it directly in the eyes," Sam said. "We'll try to use the mirror to stun in."

Dean grumbled and wrinkled his nose as he took out his knife. "Let's get this over with. I'm going to smell like weasel musk for days now."

"I'll try to draw it out," Cas said and picked up some rocks and threw them into the entrance of the thing's den.

Nothing happened. They looked at each other, and then Sam heard a rustling in the leaves behind them.

"Guys!" he shouted and they all spun around. Dean and Cas had their blades at the ready and Sam held the mirror up toward the movement that they saw.

The basilisk didn't look like much, pretty much just a normal snake, but its eyes…oh crap.

"Sammy!" Sam heard Dean shout as if from far away, but he couldn't look. He was frozen, looking into those eyes. The mirror slipped from his hands as the basilisk reared, mouth open…

The next thing he knew someone was blocking his line of sight. He snapped out of it and saw Dean stabbing downwards with his knife while Cas held the mirror right in front of the basilisk, keeping it still.

"Gotcha, you bastard!" Dean said, pinning it to the ground. It thrashed once and then collapsed, eyes dull and finally safe to look at.

Sam let out a breath, shaking himself.

Dean looked up at him. "Sam, you good?"

Sam nodded, still in shock, but he snapped out of it soon as Dean suddenly cried out, dropping his blade like it was hot.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Cas asked, eyes wide.

"I…I don't know," Dean said, clutching his hand and looking at the palm. It was bright red like from an acid burn.

"No," Sam said suddenly, rushing to his brother. "There was this thing I read…that the poison could travel from a blade into the bearer, but…"

"Holy crap," Dean gasped, and swayed. Sam and Cas caught him, dragging him back toward the car.

"Cas, can you heal him?" Sam asked frantically.

The angel looked like he was trying to concentrate, then shook his head with a pained expression. "No. For some reason it's not working."

"Let's get him back to the motel then, we'll find something that will work."

Sam took the wheel while Cas sat in back with Dean to see is there was anything he could do. Sam clenched the wheel until his knuckles whitened. He couldn't lose his brother because he had failed. He just couldn't.

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Sam sat by the bed, mopping Dean's brow. He glanced down at Dean's arm again, and felt sick as he saw even more red lines running up it. His hand that rested on the sheets was dark red now but his fingers were starting to look blackened like the flesh was dying. He glanced around the room, hoping that Cas would return quickly. He hoped the angel could find what they needed to cure Dean, because otherwise…well, there was more than one way to cure this kind of injury, but Sam didn't want Dean to lose his arm. He couldn't stand that.

He couldn't believe he had frozen. He couldn't believe he had ignored that part of the lore because there was nothing to back it up. They should have used bullets instead. If Sam lost his brother because of this, or if Dean lost his arm—or even the use of it…Sam would never forgive himself.

There was the sound of flapping and Sam looked up with relief as Castiel appeared, a bowl in his arms full of things.

"I believe I got everything we need," he said, striding over to the bed and setting the bowl on the side table. "How is he?"

Sam swallowed hard. "It's worse. And he's completely unconscious now."

"That's probably for the best, this won't be pleasant," Castiel said as he started to mix the ingredients. "We have to cut his palm and place it in this mixture. It's supposed to draw the poison out."

Sam nodded and took Dean's hand from where it rested across his chest. Cas put the bowl on the side of the bed and took up a knife. He gripped Dean's wrist and made a cut across the infected palm. Dean flinched slightly and Cas looked over to meet Sam's eyes.

"You'll probably want to hold him down," he said grimly.

Sam swallowed hard, but leaned over to press down on Dean's shoulders as Cas placed his hand into the bowl.

For a moment, it didn't look like anything was happening, and Sam was worried the ingredients were wrong or the potion didn't work, but then Dean tensed, and let out a guttural cry. He tried to jerk away but Cas held his hand in the bowl firmly as Sam did his best to try and keep Dean from thrashing, worried he would spill the potion.

"Cas, is it working?" Sam asked.

Cas glanced down into the bowl and nodded. "Yes," he said with relief.

Sam glanced over and saw the darkened veins that had been slowly traveling up Dean's arm dissipating. It was a long process, and obviously agony, but eventually all the poison was drained from Dean and his hand looked normal and healthy again aside from the cut across his palm. Sam breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully cleaned and wrapped the cut.

"Now what?" he asked.

"Let him rest," Cas said. "He'll likely sleep off whatever other effects there were from the poison."

They waited tensely through the night, Sam unable to sleep, and constantly checking Dean's hand to make sure the poison wasn't coming back, but eventually he began to stir and groan, eyes fluttering.

"Dean?" Sam asked, leaning forward in the chair he was sitting in. Cas, who had been standing by the window came over hurriedly.

"S'm? Wha' happened?" Dean slurred.

"The basilisk poisoned you," Sam told him. "But we were able to cure you."

"Feel like crap," Dean grunted. "Thirsty."

"It may take you a couple days to recover fully," Cas said as he hurried over with a glass of water. "But you should be fine."

"Thanks guys," Dean said after Sam had slipped a hand behind his head to help him drink.

"We're just glad you're okay, Dean," Sam said softly.

Dean, obviously seeing his worry, forced a smile. "Dude, I'm not gonna let some half-assed snake monster kill me."

Sam snorted, and squeezed Dean's arm. "Just rest, okay?"

"Not gonna argue with that," Dean said and his eyes slid shut.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Dean was going to be okay.

Cas' hand was on his shoulder now. "You should get some rest too, Sam. I'll keep an eye on Dean."

Sam nodded. "Not gonna argue," he repeated, and went to do just that.