Mending- a sequel to Broken Masks

Chapter one

𝐴𝑦𝑦𝑦 𝑚'𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠!
𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙 😳😂
𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 - 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓- 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠!
𝐴𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.
𝐼 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠, 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑢𝑢 🥺🖤
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑚𝑙 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 <3

"Dean- Dean, I'm back.
I brought the pie-"
Sam Winchester stopped talking, his blood going cold at the sight of Dean lying still in the hospital bed, his eyes closed.

The ever present panic roared to life in Sam's mind, numbing it.
He dropped the platter of apple pie and threw himself forwards a few steps, dropping to his knees once he got close enough and putting an ear to  his brother's chest.

Dean's heart was beating.
The also ever present tears filled Sam's eyes. He blinked them back furiously.

It had been three days since- since Dean tried to fucking kill himself.

But Sam still panicked every time he saw Dean sleeping, or his brother made a dark joke or refused to eat or looked thoughtful (or smiled) or so much as coughed.

Well, good.
Dean deserved to know- no, he had to know someone cared.
Even if it was to the point that they panicked about stuff like that.
Hell, that was probably better!

Sam tried to even out his breathing.
"Sammy?
Again, man?"

Dean groaned, his voice husky from sleeping. He sounded mildly amused but Sam was too busy trying not to break down to join his light mood.

"Dean- I, uhm-"
he swallowed hard.
There was nothing to say that he hadn't already said repeatedly.

"I'm sorry."
"Sammy.
How many times do I have to tell you, man, you've got nothing to apologize for!
I'm the stupid ass who should be -"

"Hold on, Dean!
We've talked about this.
You're not stupid.
End of discussion."

Sam had been researching depression over the past few days but he still wasn't sure if he should hug his brother or shake him.
No matter what he tried, Dean couldn't seem to comprehend that not everything was his fault.

Sam mentally cursed himself out again.
How the fuck had he been so blind?

Everything Dean did or said (and a lot of things he didn't) made it so clear.
Crystalline.
Sam had been with his brother basically around the clock for weeks but too wrapped up in his grief and rage over Jess' to see any of the signs.

"Look Sam, all I'm saying is if you're gonna sleep like that you've gotta lay down before I pass out, okay?"
Dean sighed.

Sam automatically opened his mouth to respond that he had not, in fact, intended on sleeping at 1:30 pm.
That he had been bringing pie for his brother and panicked-completely flipped out - when he found Dean sleeping.