A Good Kind of Different [Destiel]

Chapter 23

The doctors called the next morning.

Dean woke up.

Energy shot through me. I rushed out of bed, dressed, brushed my teeth and I shot out of that house. No time for breakfast (not like I ate, anyway). No time to make myself look okay. No time for any 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 braclet and getting clearance to the room.

DEAN!

"Dean!!" I shouted, perhapse it was a little much for him to handle. He looked so much better. Sturdy. Lively.

I leapt over to him and held him tightly.

"Dean!" My face was burried in his shoulder.

"I was so worried!! I love you! So much! Just so damn much!" I was so excited. And I mashed my lips to his.

And to my surprised, 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 the hell kind of sick thing you are trying to pull on me, but I am not a fool. And I'm not a faggot, so whoever you are, just leave. I need to go home to my brother." his voice was even and cold. It bit like a snake and the bright, familiar, friendly light in his emerald eyes was dim and glassy. It wasn't there. That wasn't how he looked at me. He was nothing like my Dean. This wasn't my Dean.

And he had hollowed me out.

I slid the ring off and held it as a recoilded away. I held it in my fist and pressed it to my chest whereas the neclace dug in as well.

The circle means forever... but...

I left the room. The doctors brought me aside and explained what happened. 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 they way his eyes burned at me... That wasn't temporary.

I was long gone.

I left, 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 hear it.

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 cheap flat. It was dirty and old and smelled of mushrooms. The wallpaper was peeling and moldy. It was cold and it was dark.

And I didn't care.

I had no where left to go.