Crazy Mind -Destiel-

22- Whiplash

As the sunlight dims outside Bobby's anxiety only continues to grow. He watches the flicker of Dean's eyes as his pupils move rapidly under the lid. He had asked Castiel to ensure Dean had a dreamless sleep but he's sure the angel hasn't succeeded by the way Dean keeps jerking, his face twisting into a cringe every so often. Bobby tries not to frown so hard at Dean's sleeping form but he can't help it every time he glances over at him.

Every second he's not looking at Dean he seems to change. The last time he had seen Dean before all of this angel business he had a round face, wide eyes, and bright blonde hair. Compared to now he is almost unrecognizable. 

The grace itself has done a number on him making him look almost unnaturally younger than he is. However, Dean himself has changed and it makes Bobby's heartache in his chest every time he hears a scream from a nightmare or catches the redness of Dean's eyes as he tries to hide his emotion. But after that ache subsides the anger always returns. He knows it's not just recent events that have been haunting him. He's heard Dean mumble out apologizes to John begging him to stop and leave him be. The thought that Bobby could've prevented Dean from any of this if he had paid more attention, noticed when Dean had one bruise too many. And Mary... God. 

He refuses to believe she knew about it. Arguing she probably witnessed the yelling. But abusing Dean? He knows she wouldn't have allowed it. He can't believe John even did it. The thought makes Bobby curl his hands into fists. 

His eyes catch Castiel's as he stands, unable to sit still any longer.

Castiel has stayed by Dean's side since he passed out. Bobby thinks that's the first time he's seen fear on the angel's face. Castiel had carried Dean from outside, a metal pipe sticking out from Dean's stomach. Blood had poured out in time with Dean's erratic heartbeat and he knew it went through an artery, impossible not to with the size of the wound. Bobby had shouted, "What the hell happened?" 

Dean had been pale, tingeing grey, letting out a small whimper as he was placed on the couch. Castiel couldn't move, his clothes and hands stained in blood. Bobby was already on his knees beside Dean trying to apply his basic first aid training but stuck between pulling the pipe out or leaving it in. "Will he heal?" He asked. The angel was still staring at his own hands. "Cas!" He shouted. "Will he heal?" The angel had nodded numbly. 

Bobby hadn't hesitated and pulled the pipe out. Instantly Dean had howled in pain as the pipe had violently disturbed his insides, his eyes opening only to stare in horror at the blood covering his stomach. Bobby opened his mouth to reassure him but Dean's eyes were already shut, passed out from the pain. Bobby held his hand to the wound but no matter the pressure he applied the blood had still gushed between his finger, the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than his own skin. The blood had dyed Dean's t-shirt bright red, parts of it faded to a brownish hue. Bobby's arms were covered in it, the sofa below drowned in red. He doesn't know how long he sat by Dean's side pleading for him to wake up and stay with him. It was long enough for his hands to turn cold in the red liquid. 

Bobby glances over at Dean's sleeping form once more, fighting the urge to check the wound he knows is already healed. He had tried to wash off as much blood as he could but Dean's arms and stomach are still littered with specks of dried blood, his shirt still soaked in it but Bobby couldn't move him without Dean wincing in pain.

Bobby contemplates trying to do it now but with one glance at his hands, blood drying under his nails he hesitates at the thought of having more of Dean's blood on him. However, Castiel makes the decision for him by gently grabbing his arm to stop him from moving further. He doesn't attempt to pull his arm from the angel's grip and Castiel slowly drops it. When he looks back at Dean his clothes are back to normal, not a trace of blood on him.