𝖬𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅

empty green eyes pt. 11

Dean-29
Sam-26
Meredith-18

Warning: drug addiction, withdrawal symptoms. please read with discretion.

Meredith laid in her bed asleep with Dean sitting in the chair next to her, holding her hand. After her crying had subsided, Dean carried her inside and sat with her until she fell asleep. He was afraid if he left her alone again she would go into another round of hysterics. When she was in a deep slumber and he knew she wouldn't wake up, he quietly made his way down to the kitchen. He found Sam sitting at the table with his head in his hands and a glass of whiskey sat in front of him.

"Hey." He spoke causing Sam to look up.

"Hey." He sniffed and rubbed his face. "She asleep?"

Dean nodded and sat across from him. "Sam." he sighed, already stressed from the conversation. "What the hell happened?" He hadn't had a chance to talk to Sam, yet. Meredith refused to leave his side.

His brother sat up and took a deep breath. "I think- I think she saw you leave from her window and she had a panic attack." He paused for a moment and shook his head. "No. No, panic attack doesn't even cover it." He breathed. "Dean she was completely unstable."

Dean looked at his brother intently and clenched his fist. "Dammit, this was my fault. I should have known better leaving her here."

"No, it's not your fault. Don't even say that Dean. None of this if your fault." Sam had the familiar look of guilt flash across his face.

"Well, this isn't your fault either, Sam. I just...you or Bobby will have to go on the grocery runs from now on. At least, until she gets it in her head that I'm not gonna disappear into thin air." Dean nodded his head at his planned.

"Yeah." Sam agreed sadly. "I'm gonna make her something to eat for when she wakes up."

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Three hours later and Meredith was still asleep. Dean was once again sitting by her side, wanting to be there when she woke up. He was almost asleep himself when she stirred and the blankets shifted. He sat up and smiled at her when she slowly opened her eyes and spotted him.

"Hey, sis." he said quietly.

She said nothing. She rolled on to her side and faced him. She grabbed his hand and held it between hers.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her while he rubbed his thumb on her hand.

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

He sighed and then chuckled at a memory that appeared in his head. "You always used to do that when you were sick. You always had to hold someone's hand."

Her eyes snapped up to his. "I'm not sick." She said quickly.

He looked at her intently. Obviously seeing right through the lie that was etched on her face. He put his head down for a few minutes and looked back to her.

"Meredith, what is it? What's wrong with you?" He finally asked. He couldn't stand watching her pain.

Her eyebrows scrunched up and she looked confused. "N-nothing is wrong. I just was worried about you." She shook her head.

He squeezed her hand. "Sam and I are worried about you, Mer. You've been acting weird ever since I got back."

She sat up and looked at him with a scared expression. Why was he saying all these things? Had he looked through her room while she was asleep? Did he find her stash? Her heart pounded and her blood flushed to her head. She felt as if she could have another panic attack. But she couldn't do that. Dean was asking all these questions because she had failed to keep her emotions in check. She needed to be smart. If she didn't keep it together he was going to keep pressing her until he found out. That was the last thing she wanted. The sheer thought of it made her want to faint.