Please Don't Leave Me

Chapter 10

Dean POV

The next morning was a confusing one for Dean. He woke up still tired and in a place he did not recognize. He struggled to sit up on the side of the bed with a lot of difficulty. Looking around the room he saw that it was rather plain containing only the necessities. The walls were bare and painted a light beige color along. There was a small side table to the left of the bed. There was also, of course, the bed he was sitting on. The room did not seem like much to anyone, but to Dean it was a lot. Even if it seemed naked, it had a homey feel to it. One that calmed Dean's frayed nerves. 

After sitting on the rather comfortable bed for a while, he was able to piece together how he got to where he was, which was Bobby's house. Slowly, he stood up and made his way to the door with proved to be more effort it should had. There was a sharp pain in his lower spine that over powered the older wounds. Limping, he made his way to the kitchen where he heard voices speaking lowly. He couldn't make out what they were saying and that was a clear indicator that he would have to show his face in there to know what is happening. And Dean, being the curious boy he is, had to know what they were talking about that involved speaking in such hushed tones. 

As soon as he opened the door he regretted his decision. Everyone's head turned his direction making him more nervous than he was before. He let his gaze fall away from the scene in the kitchen to his feet. He did not know what he thought would happen when he waltzed in to the secret conversation, but this was not it. 

"DEAN!" 

Dean looked up just in time to see his little brother come flying at him. He knew the impact would hurt like hell but he couldn't bring himself to stop the oncoming moose child. No longer than the thought left his brain was he knocked off his already unstable feet. The hit was not what almost killed him, but the landing was. He couldn't stop the cry of pain that left his system when his back hit the ground. Immediately Sam was off of him and apologizing nonstop. He couldn't speak to tell him he was fine, nor could he get up to prove it. Tears were threatening to spill, but he wouldn't let them fall it would only make matters worse than they already were. 

He felt hands on his shoulders sitting him up, exactly what he did not want to do. Groaning in pain he tried to force the hands off of him. The pain in his lower region was a familiar one, but it was somehow worse today than it ever had been. He did not think he would ever get over this pain, both mental and physical. Still struggling against the hands on him, he let out another whimper of pain once they had him sat up. He knew they just wanted to help him, but they wouldn't let him go. "Please stop," he finally got out in a gasp, "It hurts." He had his eyes sewn shut in misery. 

"Dean." Oh, that voice. It was strangely like a warm comforting blanket as it engulfed him. "Please look at me."

Dean opened his eyes to stare into ocean blue eyes. They were soft and fully of worry, but there was something else hidden behind them. So many secrets that it distracted Dean for a moment. Long enough for him to wonder what exactly could cause such a haunted gaze in an innocent looking boy. 

"We, Bobby and I, are going to put you on the couch, alright?" Cas' gentle voice soothed him and allowed him to nod as an answer. 

Not looking away from him, Cas picked him up. So much for Bobby and I Dean thought. He could feel himself relaxing into the boy. He did not have it in himself to push anyone away. This is what he had craved for so long. Attention and affection of any kind. He hadn't had any form of kind human contact other than Sam and Charlie on such an extremely rare occasion that he couldn't even remember the last time anyone had spared him an extra thought. He decided right then that he was going to take advantage of this. 

Once Cas set him down on the couch, Dean couldn't help but miss the warmth on his skin. He didn't want to seem needy but he did not want him to leave. Pouting slightly, he ignored the needy feeling he had. It was a pointless thing for him to feel, he knew he should just take the affection he was getting and be happy with it. "Are you hungry? Wait...don't answer that. We all know that you are starving. I'll go get some food for you and you are going to eat it. Or else." 

Cas' small threat didn't scare Dean in any way. If anything it warmed his heart that someone would care so much as to threaten him if he didn't take care of himself. Again, it has been a while since that has happened.

"Hey," Sam's head poked around the corner making him realize he needed to get his act together.

"hey buddy." Dean made sure his voice was sturdy and showed no sign of his previous actions. "What's wrong."

"'What's wrong.' Really Dean? Is that all you have for me? I have been out of my mind the past 24 hours and that is all you say to me? I-I..," by now there were tears running down his face taking his ability to speak with them. Dean didn't know what to do to stop them either. He knew this was all his fault. If he had only hid or something, Sam would not have to deal with this stupid mess he had gotten himself into. 

"I'm sorry." Yup. That's all he had. There was no way for him to make up for all the trouble he had caused. He didn't deserve the kindness he was being shown here. He had done nothing to deserve it. All he did was cause pain and suffering. He knew right then he knew he had to go back home. The people in this house did not deserve the trouble that would be caused if he stayed. 

"Why are you sorry Dean?" Sam sobbed walking over to where Dean was laying. "I just want you to be okay. I should be the one saying sorry for not seeing what was actually happening behind closed doors."

"It was not, and I repeat, was not your responsibility to see or notice anything. You needed to be a kid and you still do . Do not let this come between you and your childhood. It is such a precious thing, and I did not want to be the reason you did not get to experience being a kid. Now that you know, about what was happening, let it go. Please. Be the kid I never was and live guilt free Sammy." Dean ended his rant, but he still felt there was something he needed to say to the kid sitting in front of him. He knew he was not good at expressing what he was really feeling. So he added a pathetic, " Please." 

Dean felt arms wrap around him as he heard Sam whisper, "Don't worry, I won't." To Dean those words meant more to him than anything else in the world.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I know I changed into 3rd person POV last chapter, but it is easier for me to get my point  across this way. I felt as though I was using the word "I" a lot and felt repetitive. Sorry for any confusion I may have caused.