Shark Teeth (Jean Hobbs)

Chapter 29

Dean's POV

I sighed happily as I lay in bed with Jack, his arms wrapped protectively around me as I traced small circles over his bare chest.

My depression wasn't gone.

It doesn't work like that.

But ever since I've been back here, I've felt so much happier.

I knew I shouldn't have gone to America. Sure, it was great to see Tim, but no other feeling can compare to how I feel when I'm with Jack.

I still kept a blade in my bag, just in case, but I can tell, I'm probably never going to use it again.

Jack pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I love you Deano."

"Love you too." I smiled back before moving into a more comfortable position which allowed me to wrap my arms around Jack.

We lay like that for a while, staring into each other's eyes. Those green eyes I've been missing for so long were right in front of me. I couldn't help it, I leaned in, kissing him on the lips. He smiled into the kiss, placing a hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. We eventually pulled away, gasping for breath. We lay in silence for a while before Jack spoke.

"I'll be back in a minute." He said, sitting up.

"Where are you going?" I whined.

He chuckled as he stood up.

"I'm just gonna go check on Daniel, I'll be back in a sec." He smiled, kissing me on the cheek.

I watched him walk out the door before settling back down in the bed.

Daniel hadn't been doing too good.

He was suffering major withdrawal symptoms.

He needed rehab, desperately. But he was still refusing to go.

"Dean!" I heard Jack shout.

I quickly stood up, sprinting out of the room and into Daniel's bedroom.

Inside, Jack was kneeling down next to Daniel, slumped against the wall and unconscious. Jack had his ear against his chest, listening for his breathing.

"Dan!" I shouted, running over and dropping to my knees on the ground next to him.

Jack looked at me.

"He's still breathing, not much though..."

I stared down at the ground, before a metallic glint next to Daniel caught my eye. I reached out and picked it up.

It was a needle.

Jack stared at me with wide eyes.

"Call an ambulance." I ordered him.

He nodded, quickly dashing out the room.

I pressed my fingers against Daniel's wrist, shuddering as I brushed against a fresh cut.

His pulse was weak.

I held one of his eyelids open, checking his pupils.

They were dilated.

"Fuck..." I muttered to myself, placing my hand in his.

He's overdosed.

"Dan, squeeze my hand if you can hear me!" I said firmly.

Nothing.

"They're on their way!" Jack said, walking back into the room now fully clothed.

My vision blurred as I stared at Daniel.