"On three Dean, 1-" Bobby popped it back in making Dean take in a sharp breath.
"Son of a bitch," Dean moaned lightly.
"How did you fall boy?" Bobby asked, questioning how bad this fall was.
"I was being stupid... again. I was standing on a hotel counter, my sleeve got caught and I slipped." Dean said casually.
"I'd think you'd learn from the first time you've done that, or second." Bobby replied disinfecting Dean's lip, as Sam just stared during this whole conversation. How many times has this happened? When Bobby left grabbing them something to eat, leaving the two alone Sam needed to ask.
"Dean?" Sam asked getting Dean's attention from spacing out the window.
"Yeah Sammy."
"How long as this has this been going on?" Sam asked worried.
"What? Me falling? You know me I'm accident-prone," Dean said giving a weak smile.
"That's not what I meant and you know it."
Dean sighed, "A couple of years now, it's okay I'm used to it" Dean said looking away clearly not used to it, it completely made him lifeless, only filled with pain and hurt.
"It's- it's not okay..." Sam said looking down, clinching his fists, starting to have hot tears run down his face.
"Woah! I'm fine, I'm a soldier, Dad's just training me." Dean lied, which he tried his best it came out like sarcasm.
"Dean this isn't right," Sam said hugging his brother making Dean wince in the pain.
"What isn't right?" Bobby asked coming back with bag of burgers.
"Hunting," Dean said, gaining an upset Sammy, who stormed out past Bobby.
"Well I agree with you there, what's wrong with Sam?" Bobby asked with Dean replying with pursed lips and shrug.
"I'm not very hungry," Dean said also storming out, thanks to Sam he was starting to fall apart.
Dean locked the door to the room was staying in behind him, falling onto the ground. Still weak from what happened the day before, he hated when he was like this, he felt more weak when he started to weep. Wiping his teary green eyes into his sleeve, also biting the side of his shirt so his cries were silent. He truly hated himself, he deserved this. That's all he could think, it was his fault, and how he felt weak for wanting to cry, show his emotions, and not be a soulless mercenary for his father.