The Perfect Crime [ABANDONED]

Risks

Dean's hands had blood all over them, and his body wouldn't stop shaking. Was he in shock? He had heard about shock, seen it in movies, read it in a couple of the books he couldn't avoid in class. Was this what it felt like? He felt a hand on his shoulder and flinched, his brain sending adrenaline to his body, urging him to run. He turned to see Sam standing there. His brother looked as bad as Dean felt. Sam's arms were covered with dried blood that he had clearly tried to wash off in the small hospital bathroom sink. His dark green shirt was darkened with blood, and Dean couldn't help but wonder who's it was. He held out his arms to his little brother, and despite the fact that Sam was far too large to still fold himself into his big brother's arms, he still tried.

"Who...?" Dean started. Sam sniffled in Dean's arms.

"Gabe," he managed to choke out before he started crying again. Dean pulled him closer and tried not to think about whose blood was covering his arms.

He didn't say anything more to his brother until the doors to the hospital waiting room blew open. Dean turned to see Michael and guilt swept through his body. His best friend's blue-gray eyes were wide with horror and fear as he walked to the front desk.

"My name is Michael Milligan. I got a call saying my brother was here. His name is Adam, he's blonde, fifeteen..." Michael started, voice slightly higher pitched with panic.

"I'm sorry, you can't see your brother yet," said the nurse behind the desk.

"I don't understand, why not? He's probably concerned as to where I am..." Michael started.

"Your brother is still in surgery," the nurse sad blankly. Michael stared at her.

"What?" he said in a voice that was basically a whisper. If Dean wasn't so busy with Sam, he would have rushed to his best friend's side.

"The doctors still haven't finished removing the bullet fragments from his skull. We don't have any news yet on how it's going," the nurse said. Dean could only see Michael's back, but he could imagine how his best friend's face crumpled at the news. Michael's knees literally went out on him and he would have collapsed if a guy Dean hadn't noticed enter behind Michael catch him. The guy, who Dean recognized as the singer from the party, wrapped one arm around Michael's waist and pulled him to his chest.

"Michael?" Dean said from the other side of the room. Sam unfolded himself from Dean's arms so the eldest Winchester brother could get up and go to Michael. He pulled his friend into a hug and the other boy gave him a thankful look before turning to the woman at the desk.

"My brother is Gabriel Novak..." the singer started.

"He just got out of surgery, he's on the second floor," the nurse said blandly, and Dean fought the urge to punch her in the face. These were human beings she was talking about, who had family that was concerned about them. He couldn't believe she didn't seem to care about any of them.

"Is he okay?" the singer asked, sounding just as panicked as Michael had. So this boy was the older brother of Gabriel, the guy his brother had been talking about.

"He was shot in the back," the nurse said as she shuffled papers. "The bullet clipped his spinal cord. It's unlikely he'll walk again." The boy grabbed the edge of the counter and took a couple of deep breaths, looking at the floor. He shot a look to Michael, which of course Dean caught because he was still holding the older Milligan in his arms. The boy grabbed Michael's shoulder lightly, and Dean watched as Michael looked up at him.

Dean hadn't ever really seen anything like it. He had imagined it, of course. It was that look that people were supposed to have in their eyes when they see someone they're in love with, that look of desperate wanting. Like knowing that the person in front of you is everything you wanted, but you can't have them. It's how he imagined it was supposed to be like when you looked at your soulmate for the first time.