Crazy Mind -Destiel-

8- Vetus memorias

He sees the man in front of him tense, obviously hesitating before he spins around. "Dean?" Dean's legs go weak beneath him as the light hits the man's face to reveal the one person he needed to see right now.

"Bobby?"

Bobby grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him into a hug so tight that Dean feels light-headed but he's not sure if it's from the hug or the blood loss. Dean clings onto Bobby for dear life trying to hold back the violent sobs that shake his body. "Where the hell have you been?" He cries, gripping at the back of Bobby's suit jacket. The question is so simple yet so complicated. Dean has no right to ask such a question to a man who has no responsibility towards either him or Sam but he can't help it he needs someone to grip onto and pull him out of the crazy that has surrounded him.

Bobby pulls away from the hug to get a better look at Dean, still gripping his shoulders with a comforting hold. "Where'd you think boy? I've been searching for you and your brother ever since I heard you got in that accident."

Dean cast his eyes to the floor, sucking in a shaky breath as he tries to get his tears to stop falling. "What took you so long?" The salty water runs past his cheek and over his lips, falling from his chin before he can finish speaking. Bobby squeezes his shoulder pulling him in even tighter than before a gesture that Dean returns gladly.

They're stood outside for so long that Dean doesn't even recognize that he's still shaking and very much still bleeding from his wounds until Bobby's suit jacket skims over his arms. He flinches at the contact and Bobby instantly pulls back. He looks at Dean properly for the first time since they've been reunited and the somewhat contented expression falls from his face to be replaced with something unbelievably guilty. "Dean..." He sighs, swallowing down his previous question as realisation dawn's on his face. "Where's Sam?"

...

After taking cover in Bobby's - John's - car for warmth it had taken Dean roughly an hour to explain what had happened to him and Sam. "Damn." Bobby sighs, pulling out more bandages and disinfectant from his first aid kit. "And this Castiel he just showed up, out of nowhere?" Dean nods, flinching at the accusation in Bobby's voice. "He...he saved me." Dean answers. Castiel may have lied to him but he did everything he could to get them out of the hospital and keep Sam safe. For all Dean knows Castiel could be paying the price for it.

Wherever the hell he is.

Bobby regards him curiously before returning to fix Dean's wounds. "I get it, kid, you owe him one." Dean nods. Owe isn't the word he would use more like he has a life-debt to him. Dean sighs and turns to look out the window. "Hey Bobby, why were you here anyway?"

The older man frowns at the question. "I was coming here for a case," He replies. "It was kind of a dead-end but I was hoping that something interesting would show up." Dean considers the reply as he chews on his bottom lip. "I guess I'm just really lucky that you chose to show up." He says. Bobby nods curtly obviously thinking as his hands become a little sloppy with the bandages. He glances up at Dean.

"You don't think-"

"That this is more than a coincidence?"

Bobby's frown deepens as he carefully drops his hold on Dean's arm once again, the silence between them hanging in the air. "What was the name of that guy again?"

"Well, he wasn't really a guy he told me he was an a-"

Dean barely has time to hold out his hands before his face slams against the car seat. The car door swinging open with an ear-shattering squeal as it's ripped off of its hinges and crashes into a set of nearby trees. He shouts for Bobby, reaching out to grab him and only just missing the tips of his fingers as they are pulled in opposite directions. Dean claws at the ground to try and find some form of grip but only manages to grasp at blades of grass. His teeth click shut as he's pulled across the solid ground. The invisible grip on his leg digs it's claws into the tender flesh of his ankles and pulls, flipping him onto his back so that he has no choice but to be dragged kicking and screaming.