Broken wings || Destiel

Chapter 8

~Eight moths later~

"Come on, Dean! Get up, go outside, do whatever you want, just do something! Dean!" Sam's face was red with anger as he watched his brother laying in the bed, beer in his hand, his hair straggly, his eyes empty.

He didn't even bother looking at Sam. Deep down he knew his brother was right, but he couldn't find the strenght to get up. Why should he, after all. There was nothing to get up for. The only thing that was keeping him sane was his love for Cas. No Cas, no sanity.

Every day was the same. He woke up, Sam came to his room begging him to start living again, but after a while he gave up and left. Then it was just him. All alone in a bed that felt too big, all alone with the memories he was trying to drown in alcohol. Days went by and he became numb. He didn't feel the pain in his chest whenever he thought of Cas, he didn't feel guilt whenever his little brother looked at him with dissapointment.

He felt empty. Cold.

One day, things have changed. The door to his room opened, but it wasn't Sam who walked in, it was Bobby.

He gasped when he saw what Dean has become. "Dean..." he shook his head and sighed, sitting on the bed next to Dean.

"Look, I get it. You lost someone you loved and you're broken. I know how that feels, trust me. I've been there too. When...When my wife died, I became just like you. Trying to ignore the pain, hoping one day I'll wake up and it won't be there anymore. But you know what? That's not gonna happen. The pain will stay with you, making you cherish every moment you spend with your loved ones, because you'll know how fast these moments can be over. The pain will make you stronger. But you need to get up. Not for me, not for your brother. Do it for him. Imagine Cas would see you now. Dean, I promised him I'm gonna take care of you two idjits, and I always keep my promises. So I don't care if you're hurt, I don't care if you feel like you wanna die, hell, I don't care whether you want to or not, but you're getting your ass out of this bed."

Dean couldn't help but stare. He never saw Bobby talking like this and he realized the older man was right. He has to do this for Cas. He owes him.

Dean hugged Bobby, not really caring how it looked, he just needed to show him how much he helped him.

Bobby smiled and pulled away, looking at Dean. There it was, that little sparkle in his eyes that was gone for so long.

"Thanks Bobby" Dean said quietly, his voice shaking.

"Come on, you need a shower" the older man replied and laughed as Dean got out of the bed and almost ran down the stairs.

Dean's steps suddenly stopped when he saw his brother sitting at the table, a wooden black box in front of him. Sam's eyes widened when he saw Dean and he quickly shut the box close, but not quickly enough for Dean to miss what was inside.

"Dean, I can explain..."

"Yeah? I'd really like to hear your explanation for having a box full of black feathers, brother."

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