• run away • |DEAN| - COMPLETED

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Next morning, Dean didn't come to breakfast. He didn't come to lunch either, or dinner. She passed in front of his room several times, but everytime, the door was closed and a nurse guarding it.

She only saw him three days later, at lunch table. She rushed to him. She felt guilty, maybe it was her fault something happened to him. She wondered what kind of disorder he had. Maybe that was a side effect of his meds.

She sat down at her usual chair, next to him. She looked at him but he wouldn't look at her.

"I'm sorry, I think it was my fault-"

"Shut up." He said, and she lowered her head.

"I'm sorry. I hope you're okay," she felt tears forming in her eyes, got up and left. How could a person be so bipolar?

After she came out of the cafeteria, Brittany seemed to be waiting for her.

"Luna, you okay?" Britt asked, a worried look on her face.

Luna didn't know what to say, so she just nodded and went to the balcony. She looked down the opened window, wishing she was small enough to fit it's size and jump down.

She heard the door open, and turned her head to look who it was.

When she saw it was him, she was ready to leave when he grabbed her by the hand.

"Look, I was an asshole but you don't need to give a shit about me, i'm okay. I just have these weirds attacks and I don't know why I'm explaining myself to you but yeah. Just stay away from me, you'll only be sad if you're around me."

"I wasn't sad when we were watching that horror movie," she blurted out, and looked down, regretting saying that.

"That wasn't the real me, I was probably under meds."

"Yeah right, I-" she started feeling dizzy. Her head was pounding, and she felt her eyes darken. The last thing she saw was Dean's scared face while he ran to catch her before she collapsed.

-

She woke up to the beeping sound of the machine next to her. She looked around and there he was, his head buried in his hands, his hoodie covering most of his head.

There were light knocks on the door, and then Matt entered the room with a tray full of meds.

"Don't worry, you're okay now. You just had miocardia, it's a side effect of your meds."

"I still don't know why I take those meds."

"Because you have severe depression and anxiety." He answered like it was obvious.

She pointed to a sleeping Dean, sleeping while sitting in the small couch, with her head, waiting for an explanation.

"I think he likes you." He said simply.

Dean? Likes her? Ha ha. Very funny. She wouldn't believe that in a million years.

"No he doesn't," she said while laughing.

"He was desperate, I think he thought you died or something."

"Me? Die? Why?"