Supernatural Death Note

Chapter 108: Dean Rebels and Faces the Consequences

"We were just teasing with you, love."

"Okay. Everyone ready to go? Where's Bobby and Ben?" Dean headed to the driver's seat.

Lisa stared at him, eyes wide.

Dean looked back at her. "What, Lisa? I said okay. Let's get going. We've wasted a lot of time joking."

"All right, Love."

Bobby and Ben came out with the cooler. "Got it dad!"

Lisa heard Sarah mutter, "Are we fixing to have a war?" Sarah looked at Sam as Dean got behind the wheel of his car. Bobby's eyes grew large, and he muttered, "Shit. Dean don't need to be driving."

Sam leaned over the window. "Shove over. Remember our agreement?" He knew his brother was tired and needed to nap.

Dean stared at his little brother, forgetting everything at that moment, except he was the big brother. He forgot Sam had been taking charge at his request, and he forgot that Sam had learned to take him on. He also forgot how tired he was.

"I'm wide awake, Sam. Believe me."

"Let me try for a while, ok? You still look tired." He was worried about him.

"I said I'm fine, Sam."

Bobby softly said Sam's name in a tone of voice that gave permission.

"Shove over, Dean," he said to him, pushing him gently but firmly to the passenger seat. Dean slid over but went out the passenger door, coming around to the driver's side. "What the hell are you doing, Sam?"

Sam had taken a seat, keeping Dean from taking over. "Doing what a good little brother should. Now get in shotgun and shut the cakehole."

Dean turned red. At this time, Bobby stepped in. "Dean Winchester! Get your ass in the back seat with Lisa. It's what you agreed to. NOW!"

It grew suddenly quiet as Dean stared into the eyes of the man who was father to him. "Yes, Sir," was softly heard. Dean climbed into the back seat as Sarah rode shotgun.

The younger brother sighed, hoping Dean wouldn't be pissed with him. He was worried about him.

Bobby watched Dean sit stiffly on his side of the car, shook his head, and walked to the doctor's office. He told the doctor about everything. The lack of sleep, forgetfulness, not eating right, and what happened today. He asked the doctor to step in and help Dean. He explained what was planned for the weekend. They did not want Dean to miss out, but he did need some help.

The doctor listened seriously before walking out with Bobby. "Dean, would you come here a moment please?"

Sam looked at his brother's face. Dean was in a panic. He jumped out of the car, stumbling as he did so. He quickly approached Bobby and the doctor.

The doctor braced him. "Take a deep breath slowly, hold it for the count of five, than exhale on a six count."

Dean had stiffened when the doctor grabbed hold of him. He made eye contact and did not break it as he followed the doctor's orders.

"Again, keep on until you feel the panic subside."

Sam watched his brother breathe in deeply and exhale. He did it several times and slowly calmed. Dean waited on the doctor, knowing he was in trouble.

"How do you feel, better now," the physician asked him.

"I'm not panicking any more, Doc. Am I grounded?"

"Are you?" He checked him over, taking a wrist to check his pulse.

"Am I what? Panicking or grounded?" Dean was nervous, his pulse was high. "Look, Doc, I got major plans for this weekend. I can't be grounded."