Dean couldn't tell his father and he couldn't call Sam because neither needed him.

He couldn't bring himself to shatter Sam's perfect world and he knew his father wouldn't care enough to help out...so he went to the only person he could think of.

"Hey Bobby...I'm in the hospital and I...I can't get out by myself."

Dean could hear Bobby's anxiety over the phone and he wished there was something he could to do to make it better, but this time he needed help.

"Damn it boy, if your not able to leave then you screwed up big this time. I need directions..."

Dean gave him what he needed and sat back, smiling as the nurse took the phone away, "I can leave right...as soon as he gets here?"

"Sure thing Mr. Kowalski, we have to inform him on your situation and what to do to help you and then you can go."

Dean had to fight away the anger at her for calling it a situation...made him sound weak.

He didn't know how long he waited...time was pretty much lost on him now. Man he really fucked up.

"Dean you awake?"

Bobby watched as the younger man's eyes snapped open. At first Bobby couldn't really tell what was wrong with the hunter. His arm was in a cast but he didn't look to be hurt...that was until Dean look a little to the left of where he was standing, "Bobby?"

It took a lot to scare Bobby but suddenly he felt the blood rush from his face and he had to take a breathe to settle himself, "You...you can't see?"

Dean sighed his face contorting into a look of sad anger, "No...fucking blind. Doc's say I have a ten percent chance I'll get my sight back."

Bobby gulped...this wasn't what he had expected...but he could handle this because he loved Dean like a son and he was going to let anything happen to him.

" Who did it happen? You tell your Dad or Sam?"

Dean snorted and shrugged, " God damn car accident...drunk drive. I just got done fighting a werewolf and a fucking drunk driver."

Bobby felt his throat constrict at the anger, desperation, and hurt that slipped off each word in Dean's mouth. He could also tell that Dean hadn't called his father or Sam, "Well is the Impala totaled-."

"Nah I had a rental car, Impala needed a tune up and normally I would have done it but I was worried about the werewolf..."

Dean still looked mad and Bobby couldn't imagine how he had to be feeling, "How long have you been in here?"

"Two weeks..."

Jesus Christ...two weeks. Bobby shook his head, Dean had been by himself...terrified for two weeks, "Damn it boy you should have called me!"

Dean looked ashamed but shook his head softly, "I didn't want to bother you Bobby...besides I was out of it for a while and they did a surgery to try and save my sight but..."

Bobby wanted to slap the boy but instead he scrapped his chair closer, grasped the boys shoulder and gave him a slight shake, "You are never a bother...do you understand you stubborn ass."

Dean smiled, a ghost of his normal smile, "Look I just need you to sign some paper and help me find a hotel, then an apartment."

Bobby snorted, "Hell no! You aren't staying here, it took me almost half day to drive here. You can come back with me for a few days, then we will find you something closer to me..."

Dean almost protested but he found he actually liked the idea of not being completely alone like he had for the last two weeks.

"Okay Bobby...let's go."

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It took them a week to get Dean into a new house. An actual house that was cheap and came with most of the furniture in it. The landlord had given him to months free after Bobby had told him what happen, even though Dean had been pissed at the charity.

Bobby set up the salt lines, added some extra protection and then stood near the door. "You want me to stay for a few days? Help you get around and get your bearings?"

Dean tossed him a light smile, "I got this...but thanks Bobby...for everything...I..."

The older man snorted, "Don't mention it. I'll be done tomorrow to help with the job thing, and then Sunday, I'll being some dinner. Try not to fall down the stairs."

Dean flipped him off and waited until the front door to shut before he let out his breath.

It was weird...this new permanent darkness that he was stuck in. Sometimes in the morning when he would wake up the haze of sleep made him forget and he panicked.

He knew that it would take him a while to figure out the layout of his house but he had confidence. He could count steps and he and Bobby had some up with a great idea.

The doctor said his hearing would be heightened, wither it was a lot or just slightly varied from person to person, so he and Bobby put bells and fans, anything that would make noise in strategic around the house.

The knife drawer had bells, at the top of the stairs there was a fan to warn him not to fall and all boors had bells so that if anyone opened it he would hear.

He spent the rest of the day counting the bedroom and bathroom, which where upstairs. The only other thing was a closet and a spare room that they were going to turn into a weight room so he could stay toned.

His phone alarm went off periodically to alert him to the time and he groaned...he ignored lunch so now his body was grumbling and demanding food.

It took him an hour, three stubbed toes, a bruised hip, a burnt thumb and splintered fingers to make dinner and when he finally made it to bed, he sighed...fighting back the tears that threatened to spill...fucking drunk driver...

Nothing was fair for Dean and before the accident he had made peace with that...but now it was like he had to try all over again. He had to remind himself that this was what he deserved...and he had to live with this for the rest of his life.

That still didn't help when all he wanted to do was throw a temper tantrum and kick and scream, Why me!

So he rolled into a ball and pushed away his tears, because he was a Winchester and Winchesters did not cry.

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Time was Dean's enemy now. Not only did it seem like on his free time it might swallow him whole, it was like everything was taking up to much of it.

It took him a week to map out his house and stop stubbing his toes.

It took him four days to get the girl at the grocery store to have someone deliver him groceries.

It took him and Bobby three weeks and some pulled favors to get him a job at a garage.

It took him three months to stop longing for a hunt.

It took him seven months to stop wishing his life was different...

His new life was hard, but Dean actually found he liked the challenge...maybe not as satisfying as burning bones but still he found he was learning to like it.

The garage had been the trickiest aspect of his new life. They were all nice to him at the garage and helped him come up with a plan for when he was fixing cars.

The owner Dominique was especially hard on him but he could tell that the older man liked him a lot.

Dean was the old car specialist in town but all he really needed was the type of car and he could go from there. If he had a question he just yelled out one of the guys names and they helped him out.

"Bugsy! Come here!"

He heard a shuffle and then, "Winchester you lazy ass, what do you want?"

Dean smiled at the friendly banter. According to Bobby, Bugsy was a plump, slightly balding man, in his early forties with two kids and a really good looking wife, "Me...Lazy? Come on, I know you were sitting over there smoking a cigarette."

He heard footsteps and they where close enough for him to recognize them as Otto's, a red headed pyro who liked to dance, "You amaze me Winchester, you sure you're blind?"

Dean grinned, he loved how none of the guys treated him different, "I can smell it and I could hear him tapping on the steps."

Otto snorted, "Okay Ben Affleck."

Dean let out a chuckle, "Bugsy, tell me what this it...I can't tell but I think the problem with the lady's car has to do with her kids."

Bugsy started laughing and Dean knew he had been right, one of the lady's kids had some gotten a toy soldier under the hood.

"Whatcha laughing at Bug?"

Stevenson was the second in command and was attractive, apprently sexy with brown hair and blue eyes (the bagger girl at the grocery store told him so). Dean liked him a lot because he reminded him of Sammy...and even though it hurt, he felt the ache in his chest smooth out a little when he was around.

Bugsy laughed even harder and showed it to him, and Stevenson let out a laugh before clapping Dean on the shoulder, "I'll call Mrs. Johnson and let her know her car is all fixed."

Dean nodded his agreement, and reached to shut the hood but could feel Bugsy staring at him, "What is it Bug?"

The old man let out a small sigh, "I wish you could see the way Stevenson looked at you...you still all standoffish about dating him?"

Dean felt his throat go dry and he nodded, "Yeah. I got my reasons Bug. And standoffish? Really what are you ninety?"

He knew the thump was coming before it came so when he got the bump on the top of his head he smiled, "You got a ride home Winchester?"

He nodded his head and looked towards his boss's voice, "Sure do Dom, aww were you worried about me?"

Dominique's voice was low and rough and Dean could hear it farther away than everyone else's, which made him smile...it reminded him of his dad. "Can it Winchester, you make me money and I don't want you dying in some ditch...I'd be out a good chunk of cash."

Dean knew the man worried about him and he liked that because it reminded him of Bobby...who was becoming somewhat of a hero to Dean.

"Right, I'm sure that's the reason. Brandy is picking me up, she has my groceries."

He heard Otto's voice coming from a near by car, "Winchester ever since you got here you've been stealing all the woman's hearts...and even some of the men's too!"

He heard them all chuckle and Dean tried not to blush. It was true, Bobby told him all the time about how many people talked about him...

Dean heard Brandy's truck coming closer and he flipped Otto off and counted his steps out to the truck...Brandy always made sure she parked in the right spot, "See ya ladies!"

He really liked Brandy, she was happy and talkative, and always making him relax, which was weird because he normally hated chatty people.

It amazed him how much his new life had changed him, because now he couldn't see colors or shapes and he couldn't see the looks on people's faces, so he loved listening to Brandy talk because she over explained everything...she was a kindergarden teacher.

"Dean, how was your day?"

He grunt, but smiled knowing she understood, "Better now that I'm away from those yahoos."

She snickered as they pulled out, "You love them don't lie...So..."

Dean turned to look at her as her voice shifted from playful to anxious and he reach out to grab her hand. She squeezed it and took a deep breath, her words coming out a little rushed and quivering, "I am officially pregnant...and Chad...he...he said he didn't want anything to do with me..."

Dean felt his heart squeeze and he clenched his jaw, "So you want me to kick his ass?"

She sniffled and let out a small chuckle, "No...It just hurts. Do you think maybe...maybe I could stay on your couch... I wouldn't be long, I just don't want to move back in with my mother-."

"Brandy you can stay as long as you want. I'll get Bobby up to move all the weight stuff to the garage and we can set up a guest bedroom."

He could hear her about to protest and he waved his hand, cutting off her protest, "You can help me out so it wont be charity. I need rides to work and groceries; you need a place to stay."

Suddenly the sniffling was back full force, "Dean...your an angel."

He laughed, "Far from and Angel. Your my best friend Brand...it's the least I can do."

His phone rang and he smiled at her before flipping it open, expecting it to be, "Hello?"

"...Dean?"

Dean felt his whole body tense, "Sam...?"