Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Bedtime Stories (5)

Bedtime Stories (5)

Kylie's POV

Dr. Garrison wasn't his usual self when Dean and I arrived at the hospital. His face was grey, his emotions were not even existent. He was numb. Losing a child had to be one of the worse things a parent could go through, but he held on for so long in hopes that his child could come to that she became a hateful and angry spirit.

"And the girl's okay?" He asked as he stared at the three of us. Despite losing his child, he didn't want to be the cause for another injury or death.

I gave a short nod. "She's fine." I promised.

"So." Dr. Garrison sighed as he shoved his hands into his white jacket, his lips pressed in a tight line. "It's really over." It wasn't a question but a relieved statement.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "All thanks to you."

The doctor looked torn as he glanced down at his feet. "Callie was the most important thing in my life." My heart broke wondering what it would've been like to be loved by a true father figure. "But I should've let her go a long time ago."

The three of us remained silent, unsure of what to say. Dean broke the silence after a minute or two.

"See ya around, Doc." Dean nodded.

The Doctor gave us one last look, letting out a shaky sigh he patted Dean on the shoulder, squeezing it for a moment. "I sure hope not."

We turned watching as he walked away back to a normal life. Little did he know that his life would never be normal again. His wife was gone and now his daughter. How could someone go on after such a hefty loss?

"You know," Dean started, "what he said? Some good advice."

I gritted my teeth while Sam gave his brother a harsh look. "Is that what you want me to do Dean? Just let you go?" He was angry, his words tight.

I didn't know if Dean could feel my angry looks, didn't know if he could feel the painful energy I was sending his way. If he did, he didn't give any indication. He simply walked down the corridor by himself.

I looked up at the taller Winchester as he stared after his brother, and my heart broke. It was all my fault that his world, his life, was crashing down before him. Although, I knew Sam Winchester, I probably knew him as much as Dean did, and I knew that he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Dear diary,

Tonight I worried about Dean. I've never seen him so exhausted in the time that I had been here. Sammy had a fever, one that medicine was barely touching. Dean was losing his mind as his brother cried and cried until he lost his voice and eventually fell asleep. I watched as he paced the room, hands in his hair as he called every person he knew to get a hold of his dad, but that was hours ago. Sam woke up again, his eyes red and swollen, Dean had finally fallen asleep on one of the chairs he put next to his brother's bed. I didn't want to wake him, so I scooped up the little boy and put him in the tub, the water was cooler than normal, but Sam didn't seem to mind. It even brought his body temperature down a point or two. It was nice to help out, but when Dean woke up to me rocking little Sammy to sleep I could tell that he was frustrated not at me but the world. He was probably thinking the same thing I was. Sam was a young boy and he didn't need kids to take care of him, he needed a parent.

"Hey."

I jumped and looked up at Sam looking down at me, the full moon lighting up his concerned face. "Why are you up?" He asked.

I shut the diary in my lap and glanced up at him. "Couldn't sleep." I answered as he plopped down on the cement next to me, our feet dangling from the second floor balcony. "I think the case messed with my head a bit." I admitted.