Through Eyes of Insanity//Dean Winchester

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D E V I N 

It was the third day, and again, Devin found herself carefully walking towards room 1323B. The stark white hallway sounded with the strident beeping of heart machines and the nurses' quiet discussions. No one seeming to mind, the petite young woman walking nervously down it, clipboard in hand, and lips pursed in concentration.

Her eyes only veered off their chosen path, when they came across a young boy. Standing outside of a room, his cheeks stained with tears, and his arms crossed defiantly. He looked up, his round, doe-like eyes gazing upon his father, who stood in front of him. A hand placed gently on his shoulder.

"Is mama gonna' die?" He asked, his voice filled with innocence and hope, a hope, that Devin knew would soon be sucked out. She didn't pause to hear the father's bumbling reply. Knowing, all too well, the words that would be coming out of his mouth.

"Mama is.. Mama's going to go to a better place."

The force of this shook Devin to her core. Her heart twinging with a once-lost sensation. Sadness.

A feeling, she had felt, had been lost forever in the dark void that she had been sucked into. She shook her head slightly, forcing her mind to build up, once more, the hard barricades that it had grown so used to.

Devin had been in this hospital far too much. Watching family member, after family member, slip from her grasp like trickling water. Until all she was doing was grasping at air.

She had become an orphan at this hospital.

She had been forced to face the world alone, who, in its cruelness and anger, had then ripped the only one she had left from her arms, and left her alone to survive in its dark corners.

After that, she had learned it best to not love any person. She learned to harden her heart until it was stone, hard and cold. She had learned to push away her pain, until she felt nothing at all.

That's why, in a way, Devin had chosen to pick such an occupation. For, dealing with the problems of others, who weren't so broken as she, gave her a reason to wake up every morning.

She found herself, once more, pausing in front of the door. Doubting her reasoning of being there. Devin took a deep breath, raising her hand to knock on the door. Her breaths coming out, oddly erratic and short.

"I'm sorry, can I get through?" Came a voice, a voice that Devin had never heard before. She jumped, turning around abruptly and coming face to face with a broad chest. A man stood in front of her, about, what seemed to be, two heads taller, with long dark hair that brushed the collar of his worn flannel shirt, and dark hazel eyes that peered at her quizzically.

"Do you need in?" He asked, as he carefully manouvered his way around Devin's still form, and grasped the door handle.

"Um--no--no, I was just.. I think I left something back, in-- in my car." She stumbled over her words, wincing physically at her terrible lie. Holding up her clipboard and waving it slightly, as if to show him what was missing.

"Okay," he answered back slowly, and Devin could tell he didn't buy her lie, but didn't address it. "You're welcome in, whenever." And with those parting words, he opened the door, and entered casually.

The door swung close with a quiet, click. Leaving Devin standing out in the hallway awkwardly, seeming to forget what she had originally planned. She let out a small sigh, turning away and looking at her clipboard dejectedly.

"There was a, person, standing outside of the door, seemed like she was wanting to come in." A voice suddenly resounded from the closed room. Devin paused, leaning in closer.

"Yeah, some shrink-- she came the last couple of days, didn't say much, but was there" Came the reply, this voice, she recognized as Dean's.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to get here sooner, I was working a gig in Chicago, rugaru." Came the other man's reply. "Trust me, I wanted to come as soon as I heard, but I--"

"Yeah, the family business comes first, I get that." Dean snapped back bitterly, "not the literal family, first."

"Dean, look, I'm sorry--but you know how it is," the other man pleaded, at his words, Devin felt a strange pang in her chest that accompanied anger.

"No Sam, I'm sorry, I don't." Devin froze, what felt like a cold stone, settled in the pit of her stomach. Sam, she remembered that name, Dean had said it the day before in their conversation. 

His brother.

Neither brother spoke, for what seemed like hours, but, even from outside the room, Devin could sense the tension and anger building slowly.

"Well, I'm here now," came Sam's brisk reply, "I have to get something, I'll be back." His only reply was a small grunt of assent from Dean, and Devin barely had enough time to step out of the way and start walking speedily down the hall before the door swung open and Sam exited.

Her feet slamming loudly against the white, tiled floor and her breaths coming out in quick pants. Her mind reeled with strange names and struggled to work around the mystery that surrounded the two brothers. Something was brewing underneath their, otherwise normal, facade, and Devin was intent on figuring out what.

Oh Devin, what are you doing?

Oh Sam.. how could you?

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