Shark Teeth (Jean Hobbs)

Chapter 8

Jack's POV

I sighed as I pulled my shirt on. I didn't want Dean to leave, because I know I probably won't see him for a few months. Is there any way I could get him to stay here for a few more days? I shook my head. Why would he want to do that? He's living with his amazing boyfriend, why would he want to stay with me? I ran a hand through my hair. At least Daniel is staying here for a few more days, maybe we could figure out what's wrong with Dean together.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I said, standing up. Daniel entered.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yeah, of course."

He closed the door behind him and sat down on the bed, he placed his head in his hands.

"What's up?" I asked.

"What isn't up?" He laughed bitterly. "My brother goes missing for 2 weeks and when he eventually comes back, I find out that he's cutting."

"At least he promised that he'd try to stop..."

Daniel looked up at me.

"He doesn't mean it. I can tell."

"Well, we'll just have to make sure he tries."

"And how do you suggest we do that? He lives with James, we won't be able to constantly be with him."

"We could get James to try and help?"

He shook his head.

"I don't know why, but I just don't trust that guy."

"But if Dean trusts him, we should be able to trust him, right?"

"I guess..."

"Besides, what's the worst that could happen?"

He shrugged.

"I just think it would be better if we were the ones that make sure he stops."

"I suppose... But I'm sure James would help him more. James must be supportive of him, he wouldn't be with him otherwise."

"Yeah, you're right..."

The door suddenly burst open, Dean was stood in the doorway, pale.

"Did you say you were going to talk to James about it?"

"Uhh... Yeah." Daniel said, unsure.

"It's fine! Really! I promise I'll try to stop!"

"Does James know?" I asked, he shook his head.

"I don't want him to worry about me."

"Dean, he can help you through this more than we can, I mean, you live together! He'll be able to make sure you don't do it."

"I'll be fine!"

"He needs to know!"

Dean sighed, defeated. He turned around and slammed the door behind him.

"Why wouldn't he want him to know?" Daniel muttered.

"It's understandable, I mean, would you want someone to know?"

"True..."

He stared at the ground for a moment before snapping his head up to look at me.

"Did you get his blades?!"

My eyes widened.

"Shit!"

We both sprinted out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I searched the living room whilst Daniel searched the kitchen and dining room. No Dean.