Filled: The Air Up There, part 1sinnerforhireSeptember 27 2009, 21:54:08 UTC
Like all of his classmates, Dean's excited about the field trip to the Amish farm. All he knows about Amish people is that they drive around in horse-drawn buggies that go real slow, and when they get stuck behind one on a two-lane road, Dad says a lot of words that Dean and Sam are not allowed to repeat until they're old enough to have a driver's license
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Filled: The Air Up There, part 2sinnerforhireSeptember 27 2009, 21:54:51 UTC
Finally they come to one of the lookout points. Dean jumps on the ladder and starts climbing up to the platform so he can use his inhaler, but a few rungs up he starts to feel dizzy. He stops and tries to get his bearings but he can't breathe and his chest feels like an elephant stomped on it and the edges of his vision are getting dark. He wraps one arm around the side of the ladder and takes his inhaler out of his pocket. He shakes it a couple times and takes a puff from it, trying to pull as much of the icky medicine into his lungs as he can. His hands are starting to tingle and it's hard to keep a hold of the ladder. He takes another puff and fights to suck in the much-needed medicine. White sparks explode in front of his eyes and he's so tired, he just wants to lay down and sleep.
"Dean? DeanHe feels hands on his back. "Dad?" he chokes out before a coughing fit overtakes him. Next thing he feels is hard, cold ground underneath his butt and something firm but softer under his head. Somehow, the inhaler has made its
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Finally they come to one of the lookout points. Dean jumps on the ladder and starts climbing up to the platform so he can use his inhaler, but a few rungs up he starts to feel dizzy. He stops and tries to get his bearings but he can't breathe and his chest feels like an elephant stomped on it and the edges of his vision are getting dark. He wraps one arm around the side of the ladder and takes his inhaler out of his pocket. He shakes it a couple times and takes a puff from it, trying to pull as much of the icky medicine into his lungs as he can. His hands are starting to tingle and it's hard to keep a hold of the ladder. He takes another puff and fights to suck in the much-needed medicine. White sparks explode in front of his eyes and he's so tired, he just wants to lay down and sleep.
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