Cursed {Dean Winchester 5}

Chapter 21

The Curious Case Of Dean Winchester

While Sam and I were searching for anything to get us out of this mess, Lia--Patrick's girlfriend--stopped by the motel and gave Dean and Bobby a reversal spell. So now Sam was playing Patrick while Dean and I dug up a grave.

Bobby sat beside the grave.

"Jawbone of a murderer." Dean muttered, tossing another shovel full of dirt to the side. "Great. You--You know, this really sucks. How do we even know her spell's gonna work?"

"We don't. We ain't got a plan b." Bobby replied. "Now, less flapping and more digging."

"Oh, God." Dean groaned, movements ceasing.

I tossed another shovel of dirt beside me, shaking my head.

Bobby rolled his eyes.

"My elbows. I'm all creaky." Dean complained.

"Hurry up, you crybaby." Bobby told him.

"Pound it up your ass, Ironsides."

"One little grave." Bobby shook his head. "Saige, I pity you. You're getting a good look at the future right now."

I sighed. "For better or worse, I guess."

"Then you do it." Dean told Bobby.

"Fine, I'll hop right in." Bobby quipped.

"Well, at least your legs are numb."

"Shut up and dig, grandma."

"Ow!" Dean exclaimed as he leaned over. "Now it's my back."

"Can you straighten up?"

"Yeah. But a little sympathy wouldn't hurt."

"Butt cheek tingling?"

"Well, that's kind of personal."

"So yes." I breathe. "Trust me, buddy, there ain't much left to the imagination between the three of us."

"It's sciatica. You'll live. Keep digging." Bobby told him. 

"You know, Bobby, killing you if officially on my bucket list." Dean stated. 

"Alright, stop arguing, you cranky old men." I sighed.

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"No, Dean." I said.

"Oh, come on. I'll give you twenty bucks."

I gave him a bored look. "Do I look like a hooker to you?"

"No."

"Good." I patted his chest as we walked toward the van. "Get yourself back to normal and then you might have a chance. You get back in shape, I'll let you take me to bed."

"Boring." Dean muttered as I walked off ahead of him.

"And don't you dare--" I began but it was too late. Dean slapped my ass, laughing as he followed me. "I might just kill you myself."

"You wouldn't."

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Sam walked out of the door, meeting us in the dark alley as Bobby sat in the van.

"How's it going in there?" Dean asked. 

"How do you think it's going?" Sam quipped. "What about you guys? Have everything you need?"

"We still need a little he-witch DNA." Dean stated. 

Sam held out a toothpick. "He was chewing it. Hurry up, Dean. Please."