Being Alone (D. Winchester)

2.41 Harsh Words

Back at the house. 

Dad put the sandwich on the table. 

Dean "This is stupid. My sandwich didn't do anything. I don't know what you think you're gonna find. "

Sam unwrapped the sandwich. 

Dad " There's something wrong with you, Dean. "

Dean pouted annoyed " Are you kidding? I'm fine! I -- I actually feel great. The best I've felt in a couple months. Cas? Black goo? I don't even care anymore. And you know what's even better? I don't care that I don't care. I just want my damn slammer back."

I walked over to him and put my hands on his cheeks to make him look at me. 

Me "hey, Dean, look at me"

Dean smiled and when he looked at me "hey, babe"

He tried to kiss me but i moved away from him "He's completely stoned"

Dad nodded " Just like the dinner rush back at Biggerson's. And everybody's loving the Turducken. "

Suddenly Gray goo bubbled out from the sandwich. 

Dean " I think you pissed off my sandwich."

 More goo bubbled out. 

Dean's eyes widened " That -- that's in me?"

 Sam "O-only half of it. "

Dad "Does that snot look familiar? "

Sam nodded " Okay, so whatever turned Gerry Browder into a pumpkin head... and is currently turning Dean into an idiot -- "

Dean" I'm right here. Right here."

Me "...Is in the Turducken Slammer at Biggerson's. "

Sam " Yeah. "

Dad nodded "It's in the meat. "

Me "yeah but i ate it too. Earlier for lunch. "

Sam shrugged "maybe your ability to heal yourself fought against the drugs or something"

I nodded "yeah, maybe"

Dean"If I wasn't so chilled out right now, I would puke."

  BIGGERSON's RESTAURANT.parking lot.

We were all sitting in the car.

Sam " How's he doing?"

I looked at Dean who had his head on my lap and sleeping like a baby. I think it's one of the rare times that he doesn't snore. 

I drove a hand through his hair " He's sleeping it off. Tryptophan coma. "

Sam "So, you think he's okay?"

I looked at Dean. 

Sam "Elena?"

I drove my hand through Dean's hair "He's fine"

Sam " So you don't worry about him? "

Me "What do you mean? Before the Turducken? "

Sam nodded "Yeah. Yeah, I kind of mean more like, uh... more like ever since my head broke... and we lost Cas. I mean, you ever feel like he's -- he's going through the Same motions but he's not the Same Dean, you know? "

Me "How could he be? he's lost so much-we all have"

Sam nodded " Right, yeah, but what if --"

Dad"What if what, Sam? You know, you worry about him. All he does is worry about you. Who's left to live their own life here? The two of you -- aren't you full up just playing Snuffleupagus with the Devil all the live long? "