Coffee-Black

Chapter 3

Dean didn't wake up for two more days, and the moment he did, he was tackled by his daughter and put in a giant hug. Dean blinked wearily, looking down and smiling softly, rubbing Liza's back in comfort.

"Hey sweetie." Liza looked up, tears staining her cheeks and a frown on her face. Dean wiped away her tears and sighed. "I'm okay Liza. I'm fine, see? Absolutely perfect. Just took a small nap. No big deal." Liza sighed then nodded, snuggling closer to Dean's chest. Dean sighed and placed a comforting hand on her back, turning to Sam. They were going to have such a long talk once Liza left. He could see it already in Sam's eyes. Fuck.

Dean, of course, didn't mean to overdose, he had never even thought about it before. He was just so fucking tired. He needed time to himself, actual time to himself. He loved Liza with all his heart but just... rest was sometimes needed. Dean was the mom and the dad, and while Liza had tons of aunts and uncles whom she loved, Dean set everything up. Dean made the play-dates, Dean made the food, Dean made everything in the background, along with running a business. Things could get... well, things could get to be too much.

So when Jo came and picked up Liza, shooting a stern look at Dean, he knew, oh god he knew he was in for hell. The minute the door closed was the second the yelling began.

"What the absolute fuck were you thinking Dean?! You could have died. You almost did! Liza was crying for hours Dean. Hours. They had to pump your fucking stomach, and when that didn't work they out you on dialysis! You went into cardiac arrest. They had to put you into a medically induced coma for you to live! God Dean, what the hell?!" Dean shrugged and looked down at the hospital bed, wiping his eyes.

"I didn't mean to."

"The fuck do you mean you didn't mean to? Of course you meant to! You had eight sleeping pills in your stomach Dean! How could that be by accident?"

Dean shrugged and laid down, breathing steadily then speaking after a few minutes. "I was tired. I hadn't slept, like, actually slept in days. I couldn't sleep, I was always on edge. So i took three at first... or i thought it was three. Anyways, I took them, and when the effects didn't come I took more. I don't know, i guess it had to be five, i thought it was two... or three or something. I wasn't really lucid. Then it kicked in and i called the hospital. I'm sorry." Sam stared at him a moment before taking Dean into a hug.

"If you needed rest that badly you should have told me. I would've taken care of Liza for you. Just... I'm glad you're okay. You should get some rest." Dean nodded and shut his eyes, falling into not a dream, but a very vivid memory.

ooooOOOO0OOOOoooo

The last time Dean was in a hospital was when he got a call from that prostitute, three months later. Hell, he had graduated already, now he was working at a Barista at a fucking Starbucks. He was in the break-room when he got the call that changed his life forever. He was at the hospital thirty minutes later, and was guided to light blue room where she sat.

"Dean. I'm pregnant. I know you're the father, so here's the decision. You pay for an abortion plus restitution or you pay for what i would've earned while working, plus restitution, and you take care of the kid." The world came crashing down on him, and god, he just... he couldn't handle it. The most important decision of his life and- "Any time really." God could this chick shut up?! "Dean, I need to know."

"Keep it!" The words were blurted out of his mouth and the prostitute smiled.

"See you in six months Dean." He was kicked out and six months later that whore was on his doorstep, a basket in hand.

"For you."

"Elizabeth."

He never saw her again.

I updated! Finally! Long story short shit happened and i decided not to post for a while to take away stress but I'm feeling better-ish so yeah. For you guys. Thanks for reading.