CHAPTER ONE
It was a nightmare of epic proportions expelling Michael from Dean. Sam was worried that it had killed Dean until his hand flew up and gripped his shirt collar.
"Dean!" Sam replied worriedly as Dean seemed to stare right through him.
Dean opened his mouth to try and say something then passed out.
"Oh Dean!" Sam whispered his voice cracking.
A familiar soft laughter behind him interrupted his thoughts. He stood and turned around to stare angrily back at Michael who was now back in his old vessel.
Castiel who had a hold on him growling and punched him hard in the face knocked him out cold.
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A week later Dean had woken up but wasn't there. He didn't talk and seemed to stare blankly into space. He didn't move on his own accord Sam escorted him everywhere and sat him down in various chairs. He didn't want to eat anything and only accepted an occasional bottle of water.
Whenever someone tried to talk to him he'd just stare right through them wide eyed then they'd seem to dart all over the room as if he were searching for something. When Sam put him to bed he would lay down with him so he wouldn't be alone.
Castiel and Rowena tried a couple different ways to heal him but they both said that Dean would eventually come around they just didn't know when. Jack all the while was doing research on PTSD. When he read about all those old asylums and all those quack medical treatments he quit and managed to get ahold an acoustic guitar and was teaching himself to play.
Sam looked down at Dean as he put his arm in his and began humming a Metallica song. Dean seemed to lean into him more. Sam smiled down at him as they reached the war room then Dean stopped short. Sam saw Dean's eyes widen and Sam followed his gazed. Their mom and Bobby were on the other side of the table kissing.
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