The doctors called the next morning.
Dean woke up.
Energy shot through me. I rushed out of bed, got dressed, brushed my teeth and ran out of the house. No time for breakfast. No time to make myself look okay. No time for anything extra.
Dean was up.
I was in the hospital, ran up the stairs and skid across the tile on his floor, skuttling around the corner, showing them my visitor's bracketed and getting clearance to the room.
"Dean!" I shouted, perhaps it was a little much for him to handle. He looked so much better.
I leaped over to him and held him tightly.
"Dean!" My face was buried in his shoulder.
"I was so worried! I love you so much! So damn much!" I was so excited. I mashed my lips onto his.
And to my suprise, he peeled me off of him and wiped his mouth off on his sleeve.
...
"Who the HELL are you?!" He hissed.
"Dean... Dean it's me... Cas. You were in a coma and-"
He raised his hand to stop me.
"Okay, listen. I don't know who the hell you are, or what kind of sick thing you are trying to pull on me, but I am not a fool. And I am not a faggot, so whoever you are, just leave. I need to go him while to my brother." His voice was even and cold. It bit like a snake and the bright, familiar, friendly light in his eye emerald eyes was dim and glassy. It wasn't there. That wasn't how he looked at me. He was nothing like my Dean.
And he hollowed me out.
I slid the ring off and held it as it recoiled away. I held it in my fist and pressed it to my chest whereas the necklace dug in as well.
The circle means forever... but...
I left the room. The doctors brought me aside and explained what happend. His frontal lobe was damaged and it appears he blocked me from his memory. They told me that it is possible that it was only temporary.
But the way his eyes burned at me... that wasn't temporary.
He was long gone.
I lefy, dragging my feet.
All
The
Way
Home.
Sam called as I was shoving my things into the closet.
He said he tried to tell him I was "Legit." But dean wouldn't listen.
So he said he apologized and that he wasn't gay. And that he had no feelings for me.
He broke it off.
I left the house. Found a cheep flat. It was dirty and old and smelled of mushrooms. The wallpaper was peeling and moldy. It was cold and dark.
But I didn't care.
I had nowhere left to go.
