[It's called making sure he's not actually dead, because he sure as hell smells like it. And kind of looks like it. And man, Dean really, really gets feeling like it would be better. He gives up the ibuprofen willingly and shakes his head.]

Nah, man, for a couple reasons. You won't like the deathtoll much better and it'll drag on for longer, trust me on this one. [He steps back from the bars, finding a comfortable position to lean on the wall, folding his arms.] And none of the drugs even touch deathtoll pain. It's been a while, but I definitely remember that shit. At least ibuprofen'll do for the headache and fever.

If you try to overdose on that shit, I'm never forgiving you.