A Burdened Family

Chapter 2

Why Sam insisted we tell Dad about our theory, I have no idea. Sam's the one who told him, I just stood a few feet behind my twin brother while he filled Dad in. It's not like Dad would have done anything anyway. We had already established that he had a plan, there was no chance he was doing anything outside that plan.

"What do you mean, you felt something?" Dad asked, still not quite understanding what Sam had said.

"I mean, it felt like..." Sam trailed off, failing to find the correct words. "Like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot, or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what-"

"It's not: I felt it too, remember?" I spoke for the first time. "And no, Dad, the boys and I already figured my shit out. They were stemming from Mom, they're gone now. She's gone."

"Is it even possible?" Sam asked, looking at Dad for answers. "Do you think he could be around?"

"Anything's possible." Dad didn't seem to put much thought into his answer.

"Well, there's only one way to find out." Sam nodded, guiding me towards the door. "You okay to walk back, or do you need another lift?"

"I'm fine." I answered Sam, and I was. There was no damage to my legs, they had just gone numb from lack of use. I was getting feeling back in my legs, and I decided to make the most of it.

"Where are you guys going?" Dad asked us. I didn't answer, well... because I didn't know.

"We gotta pick something up, and I'm dropping Luce in her room." Sam turned back to Dad. "We'll be back soon enough."

"Wait." We turned when Dad called for us to stop. "I promise I won't hunt this demon, not until we know Dean's okay."

I shot dad a weak smile, and Sam nodded at him. It was a cheap apology on Dad's part, but I knew it took a lot for him to even give that much. The two of us made our way down the halls.

"This isn't my room." I spoke when Sam led me into Dean's room rather than my own.

"I know, but we have to do it in here." Sam answered as I took a seat next to Dean's bed. "I'll only be a few minutes, and I know you don't like hospitals. I figured I wouldn't leave you alone."

"Thanks, Sammy." I smiled at him, a gesture he returned, before walking out.

I sat in silence the entire time Sam was gone. I took comfort in the steady beep of the monitors, and just continuously reminded myself that Dean wasn't dead. He was fighting. He would always fight.

The Beatles lyrics filled my head, and I started to sing Hey Jude. I didn't love the song, it was okay, but it was far from my favorite. It held sentimental value in our hearts though. Mom used Hey Jude as a lullaby. Sam and I barely remembered, but the song meant the world to Dean.

I hoped he could hear me.

"Hey." Sam interrupted quietly. "I think he's around, too."

"Whatcha got there, Sam?" I nodded to a large paper bag he had tucked under his arm.

"Don't make fun of me." Sam shot me a look. "That goes for you too, Dean."

"No promises."

"Okay, umm... I could only think of one way we can talk to Dean." Sam pulled out a ouija board from the bag, setting it on the floor. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"I'll leave it alone, for now, but as soon as this blows over I'm gonna tease the hell out of you." I pushed out of the seat I had taken, lowering myself to the ground beside Sam.

"Dean, are you here?" Sam asked the room, gently placing his hands over the arrow on the board. I leaned on his shoulder for a better view.

The arrow moved to yes.

"Holy shit." I whispered.

"It's so good to hear from you, man." Sam laughed in relief.

"We missed you, Dean."