DIZZY

Dean's feeling distinctly unwell ... poor boy, can we break out the Aspirins?

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my poor addled mind!

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The first one was intense, the second knocked him off his feet.

He closed his eyes, pulling his knees under him, in an attempt to stand.

Leaning heavily on the table for support, he ignored the blood rush that the sudden movement caused.

He opened his eyes again and swallowed back a wave of nausea as blurred images swirled and spun before him, and the throbbing, oh the throbbing of his poor head.

Taking a shuddering breath, he steadied himself on trembling legs, as he braced himself for the third hit ...

Man, he was definitely sticking to the purple nurples after tonight!

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