Chapter Twelve

Dean was tired. He felt like he’d never been so tired in all his life. His bones ached, his muscles ached, his skin ached. The exhaustion was deep. Crippling. Suffocating.
“Go to sleep, boy.”
Dean’s eyes scanned over to Bobby, who was sitting to the side, looking like he hadn’t said a thing. The lights were off in the hospital. ( Read more... )

Chapter Eleven

Dean was sitting up on the edge of his bed, which was more than he’d done all day. It took the help of a nurse to get him in that position, but he was trying not to focus on the negative. Sam had stepped out while the psychiatrist came to speak to Dean. He was wound up so tight he was close to snapping. The knowledge that he’d soon ( Read more... )

Chapter Ten

The impala trundled over a pothole and Dean winced, letting out a whimper as pain shot through his back.
“Hey, Dean?” Sam said.
He’d been muttering things throughout the whole ride, squeezing Dean’s sore shoulder any time he started to drift off. It was comforting but also a little annoying, because his body so badly wanted to sleep ( Read more... )

Chapter Nine

Sam saw the headline and knew what his brother had done. Bobby drove while Sam read through the article and did a quick search on his phone.
“Greenlawn Cemetery, Bobby. That has to be where he’s gone.”
“Boy’s gonna do a salt and burn in his condition?” Bobby grunted.
“So, Professor Elliot was a lecturer at the local college for over ( Read more... )

Chapter Eight

Dean gripped the wheel tighter to stop his hands shaking. He’d managed to get out of bed, have a shower and get his clothes on, sneak past the nurses and out of the ward down to the parking lot, where he’d found an unlocked car, hotwired it, and was home free. Except his brain was foggy from the meds and his worsening cold, he was ( Read more... )

Chapter Seven

When Sam went to bed that night he was running over in his head the cost of Dean staying in hospital another week, when his next pay cheque was coming and how much he'd earn if he started working double shifts. Even then he'd need to work hard for tips too... Okay, that was fine. He'd work till late, hustle pool in his breaks. Shit ( Read more... )

Chapter Six

Bobby sat, reading a book at Dean’s side. He didn’t offer much in the way of conversation. There wasn’t much to say at this point.
Dean was bored out of his mind. All he had was a tiny TV for entertainment. The only reading he ever did was lore books, and he only did that when it served a purpose, a means to an end. He huffed. Bobby ( Read more... )

Genre: Sick!fic, hurt/comfort, Epic, Slightly AU

Category: Gen
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby, Cas, a few OCs
Warning: Very mild language. Descriptions of Hell. Can be considered slightly AU as Dean is not healed from his old wounds when Castiel raised him from perdition. Angst. Descriptions of panic attacks and mental health content.
( Read more... )

Genre: Sick!fic, hurt/comfort, Epic, Slightly AU

Category: Gen
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby, Cas, a few OCs
Warning: Very mild language. Descriptions of Hell. Can be considered slightly AU as Dean is not healed from his old wounds when Castiel raised him from perdition. Angst. Descriptions of panic attacks and mental health content.
( Read more... )

Genre: Sick!fic, hurt/comfort, Epic, Slightly AU
Category: Gen
Rating: T
Characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby, Cas, a few OCs
Warning: Very mild language. Descriptions of Hell. Can be considered slightly AU as Dean is not healed from his old wounds when Castiel raised him from perdition. Angst. Descriptions of panic attacks and mental health content.
( Read more... )