Chapter 4
Cas's POV
Sam took everything well. Really well. It was almost scary. He seemed to be stuck on the fact that Dean just hated me, and it wasn't a medical problem. I knew better. I couldn't help but worry that he would say something to Dean, which could be very bad. So I followed Seam into the room.
"Can I speak to my brother privately?" Sam was upset that I was following him in there, and in honesty, I would've been, too. But I had to see if this was medical or not. I listened for a while as Sam spoke, Dean never replying. I pulled Charlie outside.
"It's definitely medical." I was disappointed, I had actually hoped that it was just Dean.
"I figured it was when I tried talking to him. He was checking me out big time, and he didn't make any kind of comments."
"Sam knows know. I'm just hoping he won't say anything. We don't need that kind of panic going on in Dean's mind."
"He'll figure it out eventually. We won't be able to stop that."
"I know, but hopefully by then he will be stabilized enough that we won't have to worry about it."
"Hopefully. Until then I think we should keep them apart as much as possible. If there is no one for Dean to try to communicate with, it is a lot less likely for him to realize that he can't communicate."
"So do we just drag Sam out of there? I don't he'll approve of that idea."
"Give him a reason to leave, tell him that you are going to sedate Dean to see if the rest will help. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, that is a really good idea."
"Sounds good. I'll take care of that. Are you okay, Castiel?"
"I don't know, Charlie. If I had gotten him onto the table sooner, he wouldn't have lost as much blood. Now he might be dumb for the rest of his life, and it's my fault."
"You can't blame yourself, Cas. You did all you could."
"I know. I just wish I knew that more in my heart than in my mind."
"Don't we always?" With that, Charlie went into the room, and after a bit came back out with Sam.
Sam's POV
I could tell as soon as I walked into the room that Dean wasn't exactly Dean. Then again, how could he be? Of course, the doctor felt the need to come along, probably to make sure that I didn't tell Dean.
"Hey, Dean." He just stared at me. Like he wanted to say something. Just like the doctor described. "Talk to me, Dean. Why did you try to leave me?" I gave him a few seconds. I barely noticed when I started crying. The doctor was right. Dean might never talk again, or he might. There was no way to know. "Dean, the doctor says you'll be okay." I smiled a little bit, I had to convince Dean that it would be okay. After a little bit the doctor walked out of the room with the nurse. I wanted to tell Dean, and now was my chance. "Dean, there was a-" I stopped. the doctor said that this could drive Dean in the wrong direction, and Sam couldn't handle that. "-a time that you told me you would never leave me. Why- why would you go back on that?" At that moment the nurse walked in, and motioned for me to follow her to the door.
"I'm going to need you to step out for a while."
"Why?" I was not about to leave Dean. Not now.
"We are going to sedate him, to see if the rest will help him regain the blood levels he needs to be able to speak."
"Can't I just stay here while he sleeps?"
"Mr. Winch-"
"Sam."
"Sam, you have been here for hours. It's late. Go home, get some sleep."
"I can sleep here."
"We can't let you do that."
"Why the hell not?"
"Look, honestly, we really don't want anyone around for Dean to talk to. If there is no one for him to talk to, he won't notice that he can't talk." I didn't like it, but she was right. I agreed to go home, on the condition that I got to see Dean the next day.
Dean's POV
Sam finally came in. I had been waiting for this.
"Hey, Sammy." He didn't look at me until he sat down, and he didn't acknowledge that I had said anything.
"Hey, Dean." There is was. I smiled.
"I'm so sorry, Sammy. I should never have tried to leave, I-"
"Talk to me, Dean. Why did you try to leave me?"
"I was trying to explain, Sam. I guess I just never really thought about you, I'm so damn selfish." I noticed the tears on Sam's face and the way he was just holding his head in his hands, a far away look in his eyes. "Why are you crying? I'm so sorry, man."
"Dean, the doctor says you'll be okay" He smiled a little bit.
"See? Then you don't need to cry." Just then the nurse walked in and called for Sam. They talked for a while, and then Sam walked out.
"SAM!" Where was he going? The nurse walked over to me.
"Sam will be back tomorrow. You need to get some sleep."
"But I was just asleep." She ignored me, proceeding to inject a fluid into my IV, most likely a sedative. And then she left. "COME BACK!" She didn't. Why was everything I said being ignored? Why didn't anyone want to talk to me? Did I really mess up that bad? Sammy looked really hurt. I really screwed up, and now they wouldn't even listen to me. I was bad before, and then I messed up trying to kill myself, and now things were worse than ever. Why didn't I just get it right the first time? ow I was dealing with horrible backlash. I probably deserved it, but I didn't like it at all. I felt myself start to cry. I only sobbed for about five minutes before I was knocked out cold.
~I really like this one, though it isn't very Destiel yet. But it will be, I promise. Again, this fic is dedicated to Alisha, so if you could comment and thank her that would be great -CharlieDean~
