Gaurdian Angel

Chapter Five

Sam's
POV

I was in my room when there came a thud and a crack, followed by Dean's voice in a barely controlled pained sound. I ran to his room, eyes wide. He was standing next to the wall, cradling his right hand in his left. His hand was covered in white plaster powder. The wall was cracked, a hole about the size of Dean's hand broken into it. I put it together quickly and whipped out my cellphone. "Who are you calling?" Dean asked, slightly panicked. I clicked into my contacts and hit the number, then the call button. "I'm calling uncle Bobby." He sighed, but he knew it was the smartest decision. The call picked up after a couple rings. "Hello?" I sighed in relief. "Uncle Bobby? Dean punched a wall and broke his hand. It's his right hand so he can't drive. Can you come get us and take him to the hospital?" ten minutes later we were out the door and in uncle Bobby's car. He was driving, and all the while he was yelling at Dean, clenching his teeth and cussing softly under his breath in between "what the hell were you thinking?!" 's and "Damn Idjit!" 's Dean just stared at his hand in shame, flinching when the car bounced too hard. I sat silently, eyes on Dean. Something was wrong, something he wasn't telling me... He looked stressed, his eyes dull and his mouth turned down into a frown that I could tell was from much more than just pain. What could've been so bad that he would do something he knew would hurt him...?

Dean's POV

Damn it.. I can't believe I did this.. Bobby's obviously pissed... Sam's looking at me like he's trying to read my soul... We were only minutes away from the hospital, something I avoided at all costs... Damn it.. Bobby pulled the car up to the entrance and hit the unlock button. We got out of the car and went into the hospital. 'Well.. This'll be fun..' I thought sarcastically.

-two hour time skip-

Two hours later, and I'm on my way home with my entire forearm wrapped up in friggin plaster. Apparently, I broke my wrist too. Bobby took Sam and I back home, and after about twenty minutes of him yelling at me, he left. I was pretty tired. It had been an eventful day, but I knew it wasn't over. I knew by the way Sam was staring at me while Bobby went off on me. He wanted to talk, and he wasn't gonna let me avoid him. I took a few deep breaths as Sam walked into my room and sat down in my desk chair. I was sprawled out on my floor, eyes fixed on a crack that ran across my ceiling. "Dean, we need to talk." I sighed. "Look Sammy, I'm fine. I was just upset about the day I had at school and the stress got to me. No big deal, it won't happen again." I said, trying to get him to buy the 'I'm fine' card. He just shook his head. "Do you think I'm dumb Dean? You look like crap, you keep staring off into the distance. Oh and you punched a frigging wall! When you get stressed about your day, you go for a drive. You go down to the arcade and play some damn video games. You go find some random chick to make out with!" I flinched, and I think he may have noticed. He continued "You run around the block, what you don't do, you don't punch a hole in your wall!" I sighed quietly, biting my lip hard. "Alright Sammy. Something is wrong, you're right. But I'm not even sure if what I'm thinking is right and I don't know if this is something I can talk to you about." Sam's angry eyes softened into worry. "You can talk to me about anything Dean, I won't judge you." I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face in my hands. I hadn't realized that my hands were shaking until they touched my face. "Sammy.. Dang it Sammy I don't know what to do!" I dropped my hands into my lap, wincing slightly as my arm bounced off my thigh. "Remember me asking about that guy earlier..? Castiel..?" I looked at him, scared. He looked back at me and nodded. I took a deep breath before continuing. "I... Can't stop thinking about him... And I'm thinking things... That I shouldn't be thinking... And I think... I might have a crush on him... God Sammy.. I think I have a crush on a dude!" I said, my voice strained. once I started talking, I couldn't stop. I told him everything. About every time I'd ever thought a guy was cute. Every thought I'd had about Castiel all day, even about my thoughts of kissing him. Sam just sat and listened while I ranted, words pouring out without end until finally, I stopped, breathing heavily from my rant. Sam looked at me, confused. "Dean, why are you so stressed about this?" I looked at him, eyes wide. "Umm.. Because I'm not gay? And even though I'm not gay, I can't stop thinking about making out with some random dude I ran into earlier today at school?" Sam sighed. "Dean, there's no need to be so freaked about that. It's okay to want to be with a guy. You're not gay, but you could be bisexual. Or even just straight with a special thing for one certain guy." I stared down at the carpet, eyes fixed on one spot. "But wouldn't mom be disappointed in me? Or Dad?" I asked. Sam shook his head. "Dean, Dad wouldn't care, he'd probably congratulate you. And mom.. Well you know mom. She accepted everyone, no matter what. They love you Dean, and in the end that's all that's going to matter to them." I let my lips twitch into a small smile. "Yeah.. Maybe you're right Sammy.."