broken ➳ destiel

two

"losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. the worst thing is to lose your reason for living." jo nesbø

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Sam and Bobby looked at each other in both confusion and excitement. It was almost as Dean heard their conversation and got an urge to wake up. They were confused because of why he was waking up and why so suddenly. 

The nurses said they could both stay in, which comforted them. They gathered around the doctors and Dean laying in the hospital bed. His heart rate regulated and his eyes slowly fluttered open. The sudden light nearly blinded him and he pulled his arm in front of his face.

Dean thought he was in a strange place, but he saw his IVs, his hospital gown, and the nurse's face, and he quickly jerked back in surprise and stared at the tube stuck in his arm. "Where am I?" He asked, his face flushed.

"The hospital, you had a migraine and you passed out." A nurse explained, "You eat terribly, and hardly ever sleep.. your mechanic job got out of hand and laid too much stress on you."

Mechanic job? Dean peered over the nurses and saw Sam and Bobby looking worried, Dean then became aware of what had happened. Dean looked down at his blanket and clutched it tightly, anger going through his veins.

Dean felt fine. In reality, he really wasn't. Showing vulnerability and insecurity just wasn't his thing and he felt weak. Weak that he had cried because of the pain, weak that he's in a hospital for not sleeping eight hours a night, instead he slept four. He snapped at the nurses, "Get me out of this goddamn dress and take this medicine out of me! I'm fine! I don't need you. I don't need any of you!"

Sam rushed over to Dean trying to calm him down, the attendants did their own job instead of listening to the hospitalized one. "Dean. Listen. The doctor told me that you will have to hire a counselor to help with your mental illness."

"I'm not ill! I'm not depressed! I'm fine!" Dean spat back. Sam looked down at him and grabbed his shoulder.

He frowned, "You're clearly not. Please, Dean... take care of yourself."

Dean waited until the nurses were out of the room before replying, his tone still stiff and angered, "I'm not going to a therapist. To make them ask me what's wrong and what I'm feeling while laying there in a chaise, giving my emotions and temptations to some random godforsaken stranger! Sam, are you even hearing yourself? 'Mental illness' I don't have a mental illness," He quoted, mocking Sam, "and I certainly don't need a therapist while the monster is out there taking demons outta hell! We need to gank that son of a bitch before anything else happens!"

Sam and Bobby stood there in shock, Dean still gravely angered. Sam went out of the room to get a drink, and Bobby sat down next to him trying to calm him down. Just Bobby's actions made the boy settle down. He smiled softly at him, Bobby knew that without him Sam and Dean would be completely broken, their childhood nonexistent.

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"Uncle Bobby! Uncle Bobby!" The little Dean chanted, tugging on the man's sleeve. Dean was wearing a yellow sweater and overalls that were a bit too big.

"Yes, son?" Bobby answered back, looking down at him. Dean smiled a toothy grin as he finally got the attention he wanted. He pulled him over to the little Sam, who was almost one at the time.

Sam pulled himself on his knees and tried to stand up, Bobby gasped. The baby wiggled and managed to get on his feet, trying to walk over to the grinning boy. He managed to do exactly that and Dean was ecstatic. "He walked! He walked! He walked to me!" Dean was overly happy, one of the first times in a while. The young one's dad had been gone since the fire accident, and Dean had no idea why.