Love in the Shadows ~ Dean Portman x OC

Ch. 21: Get Better Soon My Love

Pov: Morgan Tibbles, January 1st, 1995, Chicago, Illinois

I brought my guitar pick and the money for the hospital bills in my purse. I'm freezing and carrying a bag full of food. Most of it looks like kids food so that's a bit confusing but it's fine. We're walking through a pretty bad area in Chicago. Though with the snow it's hard to tell what's a good house or not. They walk up to this kind of beat up house in the middle of a long street. A couple of broken toys and dead plants are all that furnish the outside of the house.

"This is Dean's?"
"Yeah. Hold this while I knock"
He does just that and a couple seconds later, an older, taller, and grosser version of Dean answers. Based off of his voice I can assume he's Deans brother Sam.
"Yo"
"Hey Sam, got some more food from the restaurant. How's he doing?"
"Good. Who's the chick?"
"I'm Morgan. We spoke on the phone about Dean"
"Huh?"
"I'm paying the medical bills"
"Oh yea. You still haven't paid though"

I pull out the money and hand it to him
"This should cover it and a bit extra for yourselves"

Everyone looks stunned seeing as how I just handed some kid $30,000 like it was pocket change. "Can we come inside?" I break the silence "I'm freezing out here"

Sam lets us in and starts counting the bills. The house looks old on the inside with outdated furniture and the appearance that no one has thoroughly cleaned in months. I see a little girl sleeping on the old 2 person couch and my heartstrings get tugged at the sight.

Is this how Dean is living? Poor Dean.

We set the food down on the counter and the couple start to unpack as I ask Sam "Can I go see him?"
"He's sleeping off pain meds right now but sure. Don't wake him though. He needs the sleep"
"I won't"
"Up the stairs first door to the left"

I creep up the stairs as if one wrong move will wake him and go into the directed room. Dean is lying face up with his arms covered in bruises and his leg is covered in casting and supports. He's wearing a tee shirt and pants and despite his injuries looks handsome. He's so peaceful as he lies there and breathes. I kneel by the bed beside him and smile. I lightly take the non-beat up hand and rub it gently with my thumb. He looks so happy but his body looks so horrifying.

I pick up a pencil and paper from his bedside table and write a longer version of the napkin message but ending it with "get better soon love" instead of "yours" because it sounds better and it's more heartfelt. I slowly place the note next to his bed with the guitar pick I had picked for him and head back down stairs.

Sam is now ushering us out quickly with no explanation. I don't even have time to put my coat on before we're shoved out the door and into the cold. "What was that for?!"
"The dad woke up" Doug reveals
"And?"
"You don't want to meet him sweetie" Darla says leading me back to the restaurant.

W/C: 556