In Memory (Epilogue)
Epilogue
Dean’s eyes fluttered open and he was aware of a dull far off pain coursing through his body. But he also noticed the soft bed underneath him, the blanket tucked around him keeping him warm and the hand squeezing his own. It had to be Sam’s. When his vision cleared enough to see, instead of seeing Sam’s mop of brown hair, he saw his father’s tousled salt and pepper hair right in his face, causing him to nearly jump with surprise. Then all the events of the past few weeks came back to him.
“Dad?”
John roused from a half sleep and smiled at Dean, relieved that he was finally coming around. “Hey kiddo, how you feeling?”
Dean shifted, letting out a pained whimper as his whole body protested the movement. “Peachy.”
“Nurse’ll be in with some pain meds in a few minutes,” John said, reaching up to feel Dean’s forehead, needing to touch him. “You’ve been out for a few days. Before I gotcha here, I thought…” he trailed off, unable to continue.
“I guess I’m alive and kicking, huh?” Dean said, grimacing as he settled against his pillow.
“Yeah.”
“You get Clara?”
John nodded proudly. “Yeah. Yeah we got Clara.”
“Good,” said Dean. “You know if Joey made it out of the woods okay?”
“He sure did. Went back and got his mom. Found me with you. She drove us here.”
“He’s a good kid. His mom should be proud.”
“He’s dying to see you. So is his mother. I don’t know how much longer I can hold them off.”
“Hmmmm.”
“You did good back there Dean.”
Dean smiled, pleasantly surprised at his father’s praise and gentleness. “Thanks.”
They both stared at each other, unsure of what to say or what they were supposed to do next. It was Dean who finally broke the silence.
“It’s weird.”
“I know,” John replied, understanding.
“I just…” Dean paused, wanting to say a million things, but knowing none of it would make a bit a difference. “It’s so damn strange without him here.”
John was silent, unsure how to broach the next topic. “I can call him, you know. Tell him what happened. He’d come rushing back in a second if he knew you were in the hospital.”
Dean thought long and hard, his heart pounding, wanting so badly to tell his father to call.
John waited, almost wanting, needing the excuse to call Sam, even if just to hear his voice on the answering message.
“No dad,” Dean said finally. “Don’t call him.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. We should let Sammy be.”
John sat back, regarding his son seriously. “He’s gone, Dean. Maybe for good. And if you want to join him… I won’t stop you. I won’t like it. But I won’t stop you.”
Dean shook his head, confident in his answer. “No. This is where I want to be. This is where I belong.”
John grinned, feeling lighter for the first time since Sam had left. “Kind of hoping you’d say that. I know it’s gonna take awhile to adjust… but… I think the two of us… just you and me… make one hell of a team. Whaddaya think?”
“Definitely,” said Dean, also feeling a little closer to normal.
“Good,” said John. “We’ll get you back on your feet, and together we’ll take out some more nasty sons of bitches. How’s that sound?”
“Perfect,” Dean replied, his eyes threatening to shut.
John absently smoothed down his son’s hair, noticing Dean’s heavy eyes. “Get some sleep. I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Me neither,” murmured Dean just before drifting off to sleep.
That’s All Folks!
Author’s Note: I have been writing fan fiction for various fandoms for ten years, starting with The West Wing and The Invisible Man and more recently with Supernatural. It has always been my saving grace and my passion. If I could write fan fiction professionally, I would. I love it that much. It is because of fan fiction that I’ve been able to realize my dreams of becoming a writer. I have recently self published my first e-book, Seven Minutes in Heaven. I was inspired by my favorite shows, like Supernatural and many others, to try and bring my own crazy little fictional world to life. If you are so interested, I invite you to check out my author's page over at amazon http://www.amazon.com/Carol-McNamara/e/B005PFI3CM/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1
Dean’s eyes fluttered open and he was aware of a dull far off pain coursing through his body. But he also noticed the soft bed underneath him, the blanket tucked around him keeping him warm and the hand squeezing his own. It had to be Sam’s. When his vision cleared enough to see, instead of seeing Sam’s mop of brown hair, he saw his father’s tousled salt and pepper hair right in his face, causing him to nearly jump with surprise. Then all the events of the past few weeks came back to him.
“Dad?”
John roused from a half sleep and smiled at Dean, relieved that he was finally coming around. “Hey kiddo, how you feeling?”
Dean shifted, letting out a pained whimper as his whole body protested the movement. “Peachy.”
“Nurse’ll be in with some pain meds in a few minutes,” John said, reaching up to feel Dean’s forehead, needing to touch him. “You’ve been out for a few days. Before I gotcha here, I thought…” he trailed off, unable to continue.
“I guess I’m alive and kicking, huh?” Dean said, grimacing as he settled against his pillow.
“Yeah.”
“You get Clara?”
John nodded proudly. “Yeah. Yeah we got Clara.”
“Good,” said Dean. “You know if Joey made it out of the woods okay?”
“He sure did. Went back and got his mom. Found me with you. She drove us here.”
“He’s a good kid. His mom should be proud.”
“He’s dying to see you. So is his mother. I don’t know how much longer I can hold them off.”
“Hmmmm.”
“You did good back there Dean.”
Dean smiled, pleasantly surprised at his father’s praise and gentleness. “Thanks.”
They both stared at each other, unsure of what to say or what they were supposed to do next. It was Dean who finally broke the silence.
“It’s weird.”
“I know,” John replied, understanding.
“I just…” Dean paused, wanting to say a million things, but knowing none of it would make a bit a difference. “It’s so damn strange without him here.”
John was silent, unsure how to broach the next topic. “I can call him, you know. Tell him what happened. He’d come rushing back in a second if he knew you were in the hospital.”
Dean thought long and hard, his heart pounding, wanting so badly to tell his father to call.
John waited, almost wanting, needing the excuse to call Sam, even if just to hear his voice on the answering message.
“No dad,” Dean said finally. “Don’t call him.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. We should let Sammy be.”
John sat back, regarding his son seriously. “He’s gone, Dean. Maybe for good. And if you want to join him… I won’t stop you. I won’t like it. But I won’t stop you.”
Dean shook his head, confident in his answer. “No. This is where I want to be. This is where I belong.”
John grinned, feeling lighter for the first time since Sam had left. “Kind of hoping you’d say that. I know it’s gonna take awhile to adjust… but… I think the two of us… just you and me… make one hell of a team. Whaddaya think?”
“Definitely,” said Dean, also feeling a little closer to normal.
“Good,” said John. “We’ll get you back on your feet, and together we’ll take out some more nasty sons of bitches. How’s that sound?”
“Perfect,” Dean replied, his eyes threatening to shut.
John absently smoothed down his son’s hair, noticing Dean’s heavy eyes. “Get some sleep. I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Me neither,” murmured Dean just before drifting off to sleep.
That’s All Folks!
Author’s Note: I have been writing fan fiction for various fandoms for ten years, starting with The West Wing and The Invisible Man and more recently with Supernatural. It has always been my saving grace and my passion. If I could write fan fiction professionally, I would. I love it that much. It is because of fan fiction that I’ve been able to realize my dreams of becoming a writer. I have recently self published my first e-book, Seven Minutes in Heaven. I was inspired by my favorite shows, like Supernatural and many others, to try and bring my own crazy little fictional world to life. If you are so interested, I invite you to check out my author's page over at amazon http://www.amazon.com/Carol-McNamara/e/B005PFI3CM/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1