Hi, sorry for the pause. I've been working all summer long, I've had troubles with my knee, and I've worked on an original piece in my mother tongue.
I'm up to about 20 000 words by now... And my cousin is cheering me on...
Who knows? I might just publish a book someday in the future...?
(BTW, it's really freaking hard to write in Norwegian...)
As for this... None of what I post here has ever been edited...
My fanfic writing is mainly ramblings...
This is post Flagstaff. If you wondered...
Julia stared at the tall, dark and handsome one. He had been in the same homeroom as her since January. Dean. Dean Winchester.
Oh, God, she loved that name.
But he was different today. He had been gone almost two weeks, and now he showed up looking like he was a gallon short of his own blood.
There were dark circles surrounding his eyes. His usual happy-go-lucky smile didn't even begin to reach his beautiful green eyes…
He moved in a very different way than usual. Normally he'd whip around, almost making it look like he danced through the motions. Today he barely managed to sit down without groaning. His leg seemed stiff when he walked, it didn't seem like he fully trusted his left leg either…
He had kept his right hand guarded during the first break of the day, protecting it.
He looked like he was in an immense amount of pain.
Julia wanted to help. But how?
…
The bell rang for lunch-hour, 26 students shot out of their seats. Julia got up as Dean started struggling his way to a vertical position.
"Rough weekend?" she asked when everyone else had left. She could have slapped herself. What if he had been abused at home? What if she just made it worse? She was stupid!
He flashed her a brief smile. One that kinda said; Yeah, how'd you know?
Then he nodded.
"Are you all right?" she asked, concerned about his well-being.
"I will be…" he brushed it off like no big deal. Just another Monday…
She watched him slowly fight his way to his feet, grab his bag and take a couple of steps. Then his knee let him down for what seemed the billionth time that day.
His reflexes didn't save him this time, his body was too damn tired to do anything as he slowly fell to the floor. Right in front of Julia's shoes.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" she asked as she dropped to her knees beside Dean who was in obvious pain.
Dean managed to get around to a sitting position. His eyes were stinging, he was biting his teeth vigorously. His left hand were steadying his left thigh as if it would help. His right hand was cradled tight up to his torso.
She suddenly saw how swollen and bruised his right hand was, and her heart dropped below her ankle somewhere. She looked up to see his pleading eyes staring back at hers.
"Can I help?"
Dean just kept staring at her with those pleading eyes. Those pained eyes.
…
"Can you help me up?" he asked after what seemed like an eternity. His voice was shaky, trembling. He sounded much younger than he used to… More vulnerable…
Julia put both her hands out in front of her, and he grabbed one of them left-handed. She pulled him to his feet.
Her eyes met his. He was a good six or seven inches taller than her.
Pain flirted with his features, and it made him look even hotter. (Something she didn't believe was possible…)
He tested his left leg, and found that it would keep him up.
"Care to eat lunch with me?" he then asked, "I've got a couple of homemade sandwiches. I don't think I'll eat them all…"
Julia had her own lunchbox with her, but she sure could use the company.
"Okay, where do you want to go?"
"Where do you eat lunch, when you're not in the cafeteria?" he then asked.
She blushed a bit, she rarely went to the cafeteria. She didn't like it there… Too many people, too much noise and too few to talk to…
"I usually sit under the staircase…"
"Cool, can I join you there?"
She nodded.
SPN
She felt bad as they made their way through the hallway. Dean's limping was bad, it looked painful as the inner circle of hell itself. But they made it to her hiding spot.
They slid down against the wall, under the stair. Dean had his left leg stretched out in front of him, rubbing circles at the sides of his knee. No doubt it was painful.
"Can I ask how you managed to get so banged up?" she paused a few seconds before she added, "You don't need to answer, if you don't want to!"
He flashed her a brief smile. A tired smile.
"If I tell you, can you promise me to keep your mouth about it 'till I leave this town again, no matter how long it'll be?"
"You didn't murder anyone…? Did you?"
There it was, that smile again.
"No. No, I didn't…"
She nodded, giving him the signal to go ahead.
"I was supposed to look after my little brother, Sammy. Dad was gone on a business trip, and we had the apartment to ourselves the last month…" he swallowed a knot, "Monday, two weeks ago I woke up to find Sammy's bed empty… He had disappeared."
Julia couldn't do anything but nod.
"I searched for him for two days, couldn't find him… Then dad got home…" his voice cracked and a single tear rolled from one of his eyes.
"He was pissed!" he added when he got a hold of a little control.
Julia shifted closer. Her right arm touching his left.
"Did your dad do this to you?" her voice was hollow, and she couldn't believe her own ears when she heard her words.
Dean gave a minimalistic nod.
"Ouch…" she said in a voice just above a whisper.
He nodded again.
After sitting in total silence for a while he relaxed against her.
SPN
"How's your knee?" she asked after a couple of minutes.
"Good," he lied. Mostly out of habit.
She raised her eyebrows at him, questioning him.
"I don't believe you… Not after seeing you collapse like that in the classroom…"
He nodded.
"It's pretty banged up." he finally admitted.
"Have you seen a doctor?"
Dean shrugged.
"And said what? It's not like I can just waltz right in there and say my dad did this to me… He's the only parent we've got left. Sammy and I…"
Something struck her heart painfully. She didn't know that, but she should have picked it up from what he had said earlier…
"Sorry…"
"Not your fault…" he said. "Besides, I'm not the only one…"
His eyes locked on hers.
Her heart stuttered. Painful memories flushed back like a great tsunami of angst.
Did he know?
"Do you…?"
"know…" he filled in for her. "I know your parents. Dad knows them…"
He paused, pressing his lips together. Pushing through a wave of pain or something.
"I know you probably know about hunting, I know your dad is the same kind of drunk mine is…"
She nodded, Dean Winchester was a hunter… She should have known.
"His personality just flips…" she said in a low murmur.
Dean nodded. "Yeah… I know…"
"But how did you know?" she asked, a little more vibrant.
"I saw how you wore a long-sleeve top in Gym a month back… Saw how you winced at every touch…"
A tear trailed from her eye… Last time had been particularly rough…
She let her hand brush up against the outside of his thigh, and he folded his good hand around hers.
Hope you survived my writing, I know it's far from the best I've ever written...
