Notes: Haha, this is so short. Oh well. Thought I might as well post it, since I'm somewhat active here again.
Dean has been looking out the window for over an hour now. His head and eyes do not turn, do not stray from the world beyond this, because really, what would be different if he did? Would the white walls of this hospital have been changed, would the few pieces of furniture be new?
His arm is broken but it does not hurt, doesn't feel much at all. He's been out of it all day, but somehow he has the ability to keep himself awake, and for now this is good enough. He counts the hours that Sam is away, and now the number has added to six, and Dean is beginning to get worried.
Dean doesn't want to worry, but he worries about Sam, and his mind is frantic and he wants so badly to know where his Sammy has run off to. Is he in trouble again? What would he do if that were the case? Sam doesn't have his big brother around to protect him, not right now.
But maybe he's okay.
He relaxes a little and figures that he might as well get used to being in this place. This is the third time in two months that either he or Sam has been laid up in a hospital bed, but then, with their job it doesn't surprise him, not really. He anticipates it, the injuries. And honestly, he doesn't even need a hospital, because one way or another this stupid arm of his would heal.
But Sam advised it, Sam very nearly forced him into checking into the dammed place.
It has been an hour since Dean started looking outside, and in this time he's come to realize how strange humans truly are. In his life he's witnessed so much, yet he has witnessed more in an hour than he has in a year. There's a girl outside holding her Daddy's hand, or at least trying to, but Daddy swats her hand away because his phone call is too important. A young couple are fighting, faces red, and the woman is crying and shaking her fist at the man.
The man turns away.
Dean turns away.
It feels almost as though he's spying on these people's lives, like he is eavesdropping on every move they make, every facial expression, every gesture of the hand.
A nurse walks in and asks if he needs anything. He says that he needs to know if his brother has been by, and, with a smile, the nurse shakes her head and tells him no, no person has been in the hospital to see him since the last time his brother left.
Dean sighs and looks away from the nurse, and she's not so cute, anyway. Not worth looking at. She says that if he needs anything, to page her and she would come, and he nods but does not speak.
He doesn't want to say anything again until Sam comes back.
It is another hour before Sam arrives, and the man rushes into the room, nearly runs in, breathing heavily. And he is apologizing before he's got one foot past the door, explaining why he was gone so long and that he's so sorry for disappearing like that. He apologizes for making Dean worry, even though Dean has not mentioned being worried at all.
But Dean grins and says nothing, just mutters under his breath about how he wishes Sam would at least give a head's up before running off like that again, and Sam makes a face but it doesn't last long before this disappears, too. He pulls down the window blinds, then steps over to the bed and asks Dean if he is okay.
But Dean is already asleep.