Supernatural Death Note

Chapter Twenty-Four: Questions and Answers

Summary: Dean asks questions.

Eventually, Dean was moved to a private bedroom so he could rest in comfort.

It was dark when pain from his neck down his right side woke the man. Hearing a moan, he woke up, realizing it was his. He couldn't sit up. He was working on how to get out of the bed without hurting himself when he heard the knob on the door rattle. The hunter in him caused him to tense, which aggravated the pain.

Matt popped his head in. "Oh, you're awake. It's time for your medicines."

Dean hissed softly, trying to find a comfortable spot, but it hurt badly. "Y..ye..yeah...I think it is time."

"Figured as much." He came in with a small cup of pills and a bottle of water. "Hungry at all?"

Dean sighed, "Maybe? Hell, I don't know."

"I'll bring up a light snack, how's that sound?"

Dean's voice sounded tired. "Thanks, Matt. Seriously, thank you."

"Be back in a few." The red head ducked out.

"K...", the hoarse voice trailed off.

Matt came back a short while later with sliced fruits and cheeses. "Light but filling."

Dean's eyes opened quickly. "Thanks, Matt. Would you mind helping me find a comfortable way to sit up. It hurts like hell."

He stacked pillows behind him, than helped him to sit up and recline against them.

The majority of the pillows supported the injured side, and Dean exhaled softly, "Oh that feels better, thanks, Matt."

"You're welcome." He sat in a chair. "How're you feeling?"

The Winchester smile quirked for a slight second. "Well, I'll never say a woman doesn't hurt when she has a baby. How's that?"

He laughed softly. "That works for me."

"To be honest, I don't like feeling like I can't do anything. I'm so damn tired all the time. All I wanna do is sleep. I'm not really hungry, but I eat. It's the pain, and even when it's not a shocking one, it has a dull ache. It's never really gone. I just want to be back to normal. I'm not a good patient. Sam and Bobby could tell you."

"Keep eating normally, sleep when you feel you need it, and you'll find yourself back to normal. Most of us aren't good patients, truthfully, so we understand." Matt grinned at him.

"Well, just wait until the damn wounds start itching and I can't scratch," Dean actually had a normal grin.

"We could always do the old fashioned way of keeping you from scratching," he laughed.

Dean's eyes had the laugh lines showing around them. "Oh? And what would you consider the old fashioned way of keeping me from scratching? Or...do I wanna know?"

"Tie mittens on."

"Shit! No way on earth you're disabling my hands, man!"

He laughed. "It's miserable. They did that to me when I got the chicken pox and I thought I'd die from boredom."

Dean laughed, "That's cruel and unusual punishment! Sammy and I got them the same time. Pissed my Dad off big time. He was fixing to go out on a hunt, and me getting it from Sam meant I couldn't take care of him. He threw us in the back of the Impala and literally dumped us at Bobby's."

"How did Bobby handle it?"

"He was angry at Dad for doing that to us, but he called a doctor to find out how to care for us. He took care of us. I know I got a lot of baths in Epsom salts. Might have been baking soda, though. Hell, I don't know. I had a fever through most of it."