~Am I getting carried away with this one? Probably. Do I care? No. But do you guys care? -CharlieDean~
Chapter 5
Cas's POV
Charlie went in every few hours to check up on Dean. I had paperwork to fill out, but it was late and I couldn't stay focused. I would be writing one minute, and falling asleep the next. I had just decided to give up and call it a night when the phone rang.
"Hello, Doctor Novak speaking." It was obvious that I was tired.
"My name is Bobby Singer. You've got my boy over there."
"Okay, Mr. Singer, what's his name?"
"Dean Winchester, he's in for a-"
"I know. Yes, he is here. Were you planning to come in for a visit, or-"
"Can I just speak to him? I'm coming down tomorrow but I need to yell at the boy now." I didn't want to tell him that Dean couldn't speak on the phone, or at all, so I settled for the other excuse.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Singer, but it is three in the morning. Mr. Winchester is asleep."
"Wake him up." Mr. Singer was getting irritated, acting like this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Mr. Singer, even if he were awake yelling at him would only upset him and-" The line went dead. I sighed, grabbing my coat and getting my things together to leave. Just as I was about to open the door, Charlie came in.
"I'm clocking out. He'll be fine overnight and I need sleep. I'll be back at six."
"Okay, have a good night, Charlie."
"You, too." I waited a few minute, to give Charlie time to leave. I was sitting at my desk watching the clock when I heard a beeping heart monitor. I ran over to check on Ms. Mills, who had been admitted for a heart attack.
"Jodi? Are you okay?" I had run in shouting, not listening for the monitor. She slowly stirred awake.
"I'm fine," She snapped. "I was just trying to sleep. Normal people do that, you know." I stormed out of Jodi's room. I couldn't figure out what other patients had problems like this. And then I remembered. With as much blood as Dean had lost, if he got worked up over anything his heart would start trying to pump blood that wasn't there, which would lead to respiratory failure. I ran over to Dean's room, where, sure enough, the heart monitor was going crazy. Dean was tossing and turning and moaning. A nightmare. Nightmares weren't uncommon in suicide survivors, but they were particularly dangerous for Dean.
"DEAN! WAKE UP!" He calmed down for a second, and then started tossing around again. I didn't know what to do. I reached over and shook him, which made him lie still, opening his eyes seconds later.
Sam's POV
I wanted to go to bed as soon as I got home, but I had a message on the receiver. Actually, I had three. All from Bobby.
Message #1: "Boys, pick up the damn phone, I've got a case for you, it's urgent. Lilith urgent."
Message #2: "God dammit! Pick up the phone! It's there for a reason!"
Message #3: "Are you boys okay? Why aren't you answering? If you don't call me back by tomorrow, I'll be on the first flight out of Kansas."
I sighed and picked up the phone. Bobby needed to know about Dean. I dialed and it rang three times before Bobby picked up.
"What do you want?" His voice was exhausted and angry. It seemed kind of funny. "I'm sleeping!"
"Bobby, it's Sam."
"It's about damn time! What's going on?"
"It's Dean. He-well, he-" I broke, crying again.
"He did it, didn't he?" Bobby was starting to get emotional, though he wouldn't break as easily as Sam did.
"He tried to, I mean, he's alive, but-"
"Where is he?"
"The hospital. He lost a lot of blood and the doctor wanted to make sure that-"
"Which hospital?"
"Northern Medical Center. 603-555-7601." Bobby hung up, most likely to call the hospital. I decided to shower before I went to bed. I was running the water, ready to get in, when there was a knock at the door. I quickly threw a towel around myself and threw open the bunker door. It was Jess.
"Well, then, Sam." I blushed and ran back to the bathroom quickly throwing clothes on.
"It's really early, Jess. Why are you here? Well, I went to visit my mom at the hospital and I happened to overhear a doctor saying something about Dean. Is he okay, or should I be worried?"
"Honestly, probably both. He's alive, but he may never talk again. And why is Jodi at the hospital?"
"Jesus. I hope he'll be okay. Mom had a heart attack a few days ago. She's doing okay now, but the doctors are saying that it may not be too much longer before she has another. One that she may not survive."
"I'm so sorry, Jess." I reached out and held her, and she started to sob. With everything going on with Dean for the last few months, it had never occurred to me to check on Jess. Even after Jess and I broke up, she remained very close, like a sister.
"It's not your fault. It must be horrible for you. To have lost Adam and now Dean is like this?"
"No one has bothered to ask if I'm okay. It doesn't really matter. There was a hole when I lost Adam, and it grew bigger as Dean got worse and worse, and it tore through me when I found him." I wasn't even crying. I was angry now. Everything that had happened, Adam going to Hell, Dean trying to kill himself, no one had ever stopped to make sure I was okay. They kept racing even as I was falling behind. But now, here Jess was, asking me how I felt. Not that it really mattered. Then the phone rang. I stared at it,not wanting to answer it. I knew who is was, but I wasn't particularly interested. Jess walked over and picked up.
"Hello?" I could hear mumbling from the other end of the line. "No, he is here. I don't really think he wants to talk right now." More mumbling. "All due respect, Mr. Singer, but you wouldn't want to either." Some yelling. "I'll let him know." She hung up.
"They wouldn't let him talk to Dean over the phone." She laughed. "I wonder why? He said he's going to fly down here tomorrow."
"Sounds good, I guess. He has just as much of a right to see Dean as I do." Jess nodded.
"Well, I'm going to crash on your sofa. You should get some sleep, too." It was my turn to nod.
"I'm going to finish the shower you interrupted first." We both laughed, realizing that the water was still running. It was the first I had laughed in months.
Dean's POV
Me and Sam. Sammy and me. We were locked in a room. It was dark. There were no windows or doors. I could barely feel Sam's shoulder brush up against mine.
"Sammy?"
"Dean, where are we?"
"I don't know. Do you see anything we could use for light?"
"I can't see anything, Dean." I spun around, trying to see something, anything. The darkness hurt my eyes, and I closed them. When I opened them, the lights were on, And I was tied to a chair, with three people in front of me. Sam, Jo, and my dad.
"Hey there, Dean." Jo batted her eyelashes and her every syllable flirted. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that they would be gone when I opened them. "Oh, sweetheart, we aren't going anywhere."
"Oh, no, Dean." Dad piped up. "We have to talk to you."
"Sammy, what's going on?" Sam just stared at me for a moment before answering.
"You did this to yourself, Dean. I can't help you."
Jo laughed. "No, he can't. It's quite funny, how its all backwards now."
"What do you mean?" What was backwards? I didn't understand. I could feel my heart racing. All of a sudden a loud beeping started in the room.
"What do I mean?" She laughed again. "We put our heads on the chopping block for you, Dean. And now, here you are, at our mercy."
Dad stepped closer to me, making me flinch. "Hell isn't very nice, Dean. You know that though, don't you?" He smirked. "But that's where I went for you. And then you didn't have the decency to keep Sammy safe."
"I lost my soul, Dean. I went to Hell. All because you couldn't keep us in line." Sam was angry, the tips of his ears were turning red.
"And then there was me, Dean." A look of sadness crossed Jo's eyes as she walked up to me and began caressing my face. "I died protecting you from hell hounds. And so did my mom. Dean, I loved you, and you just left me there to die. You let my mom die."
"I never asked you to do that for me!"
"You never had to Dean. That's the problem. People get close to you. They love you. They trust you. And then somewhere down the line you forget about them. You drag them behind you like a horse trailer, and they are getting stuck and dented with your reckless driving, and then somewhere along the road, you realize you lost them a long ways back, but you never turn around to get them."
"Why do you guys continue to do this to me? I know it's my fault, and I feel terrible, okay? But there is nothing I can do about it now, so why do you guys have to rub it in. I'm already dead, so why do you continue to shoot me?"
"Because, Dean. We need our revenge. You couldn't get it right, so it's our turn." All of their faces suddenly turned evil. A horrible, indescribable evil. Just as they all came toward me, someone opened a door. A door that wasn't even there, and they came running in.
"DEAN! WAKE UP!" Sam and the others disappeared, and I could make out the face of doctor Novak.
"Why are you here?" He didn't answer me. He just came up and shook the ropes off of me.
Then my eyes opened. I was in the hospital bed, staring into the eyes of Doctor Castiel Novak.
~THIS PART THOUGH -CharlieDean~
