Hey guys, sorry for the wait. Here is the last chapter! Enjoy.

Warning: contains vomiting

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Sam watches his brother's body writher in pain. Dean just remains pinned to the ground. He is afraid to move his body due to every single inch burning. It feels as though a lethal acid has been injected straight into his veins and is now coursing through his body. As if his body is being dipped in toxic acid. Like he has swallowed poison resulting in a slow agonizing death. Yep. That is it, he is definitely dying.

"Dean, you gotta calm down" Dean wasn't aware till now of the pathetic noises he was making. Sam brought his brother back to attention, still not fully coherent though. He continues stroking his brother's forehead and wiping away the tears throughout the whole episode.

The acid begins to wear off therefore Dean cautiously twitches each limb one by one to make sure they do not fall off. The pain may have eased a little but this uncomfortable numbness has taken its place. Guess that is better than before though. Once he is sure his body parts are staying put he slowly peels his trembling, sweat soaked arms off the carpet and tries to push himself up. His arm muscles betray him as they seem too weak and his aching back meets harshly with the ground. On the third attempt Dean sits up but maybe a little too fast as the room begins to spin like a crazy optical illusions. At least he is not completely useless, that is until he realizes the strong grip of his brother clearly helping him up.

"Get off me…I'm gonna puke"

Sam hauls his unstable brother up and drags him into the bathroom. He tentatively places Dean kneeling in front of the bowl and positions himself on the floor leaning against the bathtub, not so close to the toilet but close enough if Dean needs him.

The movement from getting to the bathroom has enhanced the nausea. Dean is so ready to continue releasing whatever is inside him making him feel this awful. He waits for the inevitable hovering over the toilet. After 10 minutes Dean is once again gagging into the toilet. Colour draining from his face, his breathing becoming more rapid and massaging his stomach with more force, but nothing comes up. Dean looks as though he is becoming aggravated and Sam wishes, no he prays that they do not have a repeat and that the potion has actually worked.

"Really that's all you got? Two days of feeling sick and that's it?" Sam tries to joke to ease the tension.

Sam spoke too soon. Dean opens his mouth to answer his brother but instead his stomach lurches and he is forced to succumb to violent dry heaves. After a minute of agonizing gagging Dean lets out a tremendous burp which is finally followed by burning vomit. The acid comes out with such force it causes Dean to choke and gulp for air.

Sam isn't sure what to do with himself. They have been in similar situations in the past but this time Dean was really trying to outdo himself. He looks as though he is trying to puke up his organs with the strong force he is expelling his insides with.

Sam wants to be there for Dean but it is hard to watch. The green thick slime mixed with bile that flows out of his brother's mouth is causing him some serious queasiness. Turning away does not really help either. He can still hear the sickness take hold of his brother with tremendous grip and refuse to let go. He can hear Dean's groaning as he dry retches followed by a sickening burp. The worst is when the choking comes, as the concoction continues to clog up Dean's windpipe and preventing any oxygen intake. He can hear the mixture splashing into the dirtying toilet water. A slight gasp of air and spitting as an attempt to get rid of the fowl taste, before the process happens again and again for about 12 minutes. Sam just sits there helplessly facing away messaging his older brother's back and hitting it when the choking gets too intense.

Finally Dean goes silent. His body stops convulsing. He is breathing again. Ok it is rather rapid and sounds painful but at least he is able to breath.

"Shit" Dean spits again into the dirty water whimpering as the action burns his throat. Sam reaches over to flush the toilet more for his sake than for Dean's as it is not a pleasant site. Dean straightens with caution rubbing his sore stomach as he does so.

"Any better?" Dean is about to respond but…

"Dean!"

"Dean!"

Dean can hear the muffled sounds of his brother but cannot make out what he is saying. He is too focused on the heat rising from within him along with the energy slowly draining from his body. Dean thought it was a one time thing but the burning sensation is beginning to return. It intensifies and grows from deep within his belly button and quickly spreads throughout his body until every limb is scorching hot amongst the fire. His body involuntarily quivers causing his sore limbs to hit the ground. As the pain increases Dean rocks from side to side in a panic. He crosses his arms over his head and squeezes his eyes shut to block out the blinding light.

Once Dean looks as though he has calmed down a bit, Sam goes to fetch his laptop. He knows that they are in for a long rough, night judging by what the witch had told him.

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15 minutes go by and Dean is able to move again. His clothes stick to his sweat soaked skin. His groans echo through the cramped bathroom as he once again stands over the bowl.

"Get out, get out, get out". Dean has come to the realization that after every vomiting session his body goes into spasms engulfed with the worst burning sensation. He would rather puke his guts up in one go and have it over and done with. He therefore sticks his fingers down his throat. After a few attempts the sound of Dean evacuating his stomach contents fills the tiny bathroom. This time it seems worse. Dean is coughing harder for longer leaving less time in between heaves to breathe. Sam waits for him to be finished and hands him some water so he can wash his mouth out once he's done.

"Ha it's coming out my nose", if it wasn't bad enough having the thick slime coming out of his mouth, his nose was clogged with the nasty concoction.

"Ew gross", Sam grimaces and passes Dean a tissue when he see's his nose clogged up and green goo dripping out.

"Hey if you're done for now I've got some films downloaded on my laptop. Want to watch one?"

"Ye that sounds like a good distraction"

After brushing his teeth Dean settles down in the nearest space to the toilet, next to his brother. He then does something that would never occur if he was feeling well. Dean leans his heavy head onto his younger brother's warm, firm shoulder. Sam gives his brother a surprised expression to which Dean just shrugs.

"Shut up! My head hurts". That is all Sam needs, to know his brother is not feeling so hot. Dean shuts his eyes tight and grabs his stomach as once again the burning takes over. His muffled whimpers echo as Sam's own stomach twitches in sympathy.

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20 minutes into the film thankfully Dean has been able to keep some water down and hasn't thrown up since the beginning. Sam can see Dean's eye lids starting to drop as sleep pulls him in. He carefully maneuvers Dean's head so that he is lying on his lap and is able to curl into a comfortable position. He turns down the volume of the film in order to aid his brother into slumber. Just as he thinks Dean is drifting off he gags harshly and shoots into a sitting position. Both brothers are ready for another round of sickness but Dean manages to breath through it.

"You alright?"

"Ye…." Dean clears his throat, "Ye I'm good". He takes his t-shirt off that is sticking to his sweaty skin and lies back down on Sam's lap. He was beginning to think that maybe it's not such a good idea to be lying down as it is making him woozy.

Out of nowhere, without any warning Dean burps and vomits. He doesn't have time to move his head or sit up and ends up making a mess covering Sam's sweatpants with green slime. He stares down at the mess he has just created on Sam. He is mortified.

"Sam I'm sorr…" Dean's apology is interrupted as he heaves again but this time all over himself. The warm slime soaking all over his body. Dean is frozen in shock.

Two strong hands firmly take hold of his shoulders and move him towards the toilet and then forcefully shoves his head so that it is just above the water. Lucky that Sam has such quick reflexes as he continues to heave into the bowl.

Sam starts stripping his soaking wet clothes whilst Dean groans into the toilet kneading his belly in between painful retches.

"Hey maybe you should take a shower"

"Nah" he has his eyes shut whilst he waits for more liquid to resurface.

"Dean it wasn't really a suggestion more like an order"

"I'm not done yet, just leave me alone" He is so embarrassed that he decorated his brothers clothes, he would rather be left alone to ensure the event isn't repeated.

"UH!", well he can't really argue with his sick brother. "Fine then I'm going to have a shower. Are you good for a few?"

Dean quickly nods and returns to dirtying the toilet water.

Maybe taking his shirt off wasn't a good idea. He is now covered in warm sticky green slime that is making him feel sick the more he smells it. The potion is revolting consuming it, puking it and being covered in it.

After some struggle Sam manages to wipe his brother down into a semi-clean state. He will wrestle his brother into the shower when he looks like he isn't going to collapse.

Sam places a bucket by Dean's head and spreads a towel over his legs. Dean raises his eye brows at his paranoid little brother as if to say Is that really necessary?

"Hey I'm not risking getting puked on again. Once was enough" Dean turns away embarrassed but still feeling too ill to actually care. Sam pushes his brother's stubborn head down towards his legs so that he is lying down again.

They try to continue the movie but Dean has to quickly rush to the toilet every 15 minutes when the vile potion decides to resurface. Sometimes he has to use the bucket if he doesn't even make it that few inches to the toilet. He only manages a few splashes onto the towel, which Sam is very grateful for. At least the agonizing burning sensation is getting less intense after every weakening vomiting session.

"Think your're done?" Dean has not puked in over half an hour which considering the constant vomiting is a good sign.

"Uch! I don't think I have ever puked so much in so little time"

They watch three more films. Sam stays seated on the floor with Dean's head in his lap. Neither of them really get much sleep. Sam is sure the blood has stopped circulating his bum; the pins and needles have been overtaken by a strong numbing sensation. This combined with the coldness of the tiles makes for a very uncomfortable position for Sam. He didn't want to move and disturb Dean. He knew his brother wasn't really asleep due to his soft moans interrupting the silence every now and then but he looked peaceful enough. Sam continues stroking Dean's forehead, which seems to help him relax further.

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2 weeks later

"Dean, common we have to check it out" Sam is sporting his best puppy eyes.

"Why us? Lets call someone else to do it" Please, don't make me go in!

"Dean we are here now. Quit being a baby, we are going in now" Sam is not giving up. It took a lot of convincing just to get to this position.

"No, but what happens…" please, please, please, please…

"You are going to be on your best behavior so nothing will happen"

"You don't know that…" No, please. I can't do it again.

"UH! Just….common" He is losing his patience.

Dean takes a dramatic deep breath "Ok, ok"

"Ok. Alright. Let's go" finally.

Just as Sam turns to knock on the door he hears rushed footsteps and moves to see his brother running towards his beloved car.

And that my friends was the beginning of Dean's fear of witches.

The End

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