Can't hate you || e.d

Only a little love

Sun

I arrived at the address he send me and as he opened the door of the huge mansion, I covered my mouth with my hand. His messed up hair, his sagging shoulders, the dark circles under his red eyes and the wounds showed that nothing was alright. He let me in and I put my bag on the ground.

"Dean?!" I hugged him and my heart started beating faster.

He was shaking... he winced as I hugged him so I backed off very quickly. I felt so bad when I saw the bruises and purple spots on his arms and neck. His eyes were red and swollen.. he looked so broken that it made me emotional.

"What happened to you?" I asked him walking with him towards the sofa. "I'm cold.." was all he said and he was almost stuttering.. seeing him like this almost made me cry.. I've never seen him like this. He was always so strong, big and mean.. and now he showed me how he was when he was really broken.. he called me instead of anybody else.

I helped him to sit down on the black sofa. "Okay.. just sit down... I'll find a blanket.. or something that will keep you warm.." my eyes were wet because seeing him like this hurt. I never thought he would need me... "For now you can take my jacket!" I said taking off my jacket. I put it on him...

I had no clue where I could find a blanket. I've been there for the first time and I had no clue about anything in this house. I quickly looked around in the house that seemed like it was completely out of white marble.They also had fireplace and bookshelves with trophies and other stuff. Asking myself where his room was I kept looking around.

Then I sat down next to him trying to warm him up with my hands. My body was always warm. "Where is your room?" I asked him and he could barely open his eyes. "Upstairs... t-the third door..left" he answered. I looked up noticing the second floor.

I stood up and rushed upstairs. Then I opened the door and my heart stopped... black walls, black furniture, soft lights, his own bathroom.. so clean that it was almost awkward... no personal stuff. Everything was black.

Unfortunately here was no time to think about his room even if I wanted to check it out more. Being in his room made me feel really weird.. it felt exciting but I really didn't have time to enjoy that feeling. So I walked towards his bed and grabbed his also black and heavy blanket. I carried it downstairs and it was really big and heavy just like him.

I put it on him and helped him to lay down and put pillows under his head.. Then I sat down next to him and made it more comfortable for him, putting some pillows away and trying to warm him up. Then I put my hand on his forehead to check if he was too warm.

"Oh my god.. Dean you're so cold!" I said looking at him eyes widened. "... tired and hungry..." he continued and I had to smile. I hoped that it was going to make him a little more comfortable... my hand went down to his cheek..

"I need to tell you something.." he said. I furrowed my eyebrows a little worried and confused. I was scared that there was going to be more that would make me almost get a heart attack.

"I'm high.." he finally said and my jaw dropped. "You're what?" I asked totally shocked. I couldn't believe him. He smoked weed even though he was so damaged? Maybe that's why he was damaged.. or maybe he did it because he needed it to calm down because it was obvious that there was more than weed behind this all.. I wasn't sure why he did it and I was really mad about it. I was really shocked and disappointed but I wasn't going to say anything about him because that's not what he needed in that moment..

I bent down and kissed his forehead.

"It's okay. Don't worry. I'll make you tea... and something delicious, warm to eat. Rest a little bit.." I said smiling softly. He smiled and closed his eyes. I kissed his forehead again and stood up.