Shark Teeth (Jean Hobbs)

Chapter 22

Daniel's POV

I opened my eyes to be met by a burning white light.

I shifted in the bed slightly, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my chest. I flinched as the horrific memories flooded through my mind. When I first attacked James, the way he ran towards Dean, how easily he broke Jack's ankle, being thrown at the wall.

I looked over to see Dean sat next to me, asleep, gripping my hand tightly. Like he going to lose me if he let go.

"Dean?"

I nudged him. His eyes shot open suddenly. He relaxed a little when he realised that it was me.

"Dan! You're awake!" He smiled, flinging his arms around me. I winced as he put pressure on my ribs.

"Oh shit! Sorry..." He said, sitting back down.

I shook my head.

"It's fine."

I looked around to see that Dean wasn't alone. Jack was lying on the sofa, fast asleep. His ankle was in a cast. I sat up slowly, groaning at the pain.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, frowning.

"Yeah, I guess so. What happened to me?"

"Two broken ribs, a collapsed lung and a bullet to the shoulder." He sighed. "They said you weren't gonna make it..."

"You guys can't get rid of me that easily." I laughed weakly.

My smile slowly faded.

"Have they caught him yet?" I muttered.

Dean stared down at the ground.

"You called the police, right?"

He shook his head slowly. I gently took his hand in mine.

"You should call them. They can stop him from doing this ever again."

"What if he gets away with it though?"

"He won't." I said sternly. "We have enough evidence..."

"He's right Dean." I heard Jack say. He hobbled over and sat down on my bed. "They can help you."

"What if they don't have enough proof that it was him that did it?" He sighed.

We were silent for a moment before Jack spoke up.

"Dean? Has- Has James ever done anything else other than the stuff we saw at the apartment..?"

Dean froze.

"W-What?"

"I mean- Did he- Is there anything that you haven't told us?"

He was cut off by Dean bursting into tears. Jack wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly.

"Shh, It's okay."

"I- He- I didn't-" He stuttered. Jack pulled away from him and rested his hands on Dean's shoulders, staring into his eyes.

"Dean, it's okay. Just tell me what happened."

"He- He raped me." He said between sobs. I flung my arms around him.

I felt sick. How could James do that to him?!

I looked over at Jack, his face was extremely pale.

"Dean... I promise I'll never let him anywhere near you again." He said, grabbing Dean's hand and squeezing it tightly.

We sat in silence for about five minutes before a nurse walked in, looking concerned when she saw Dean crying.

"Sorry, is everything okay?" She asked, unsure.