Here's the next chapter...
For those of you who wondered what Sam's doing...
Enjoy!
The next morning Oliver wasn't able to hide his own limp any more. His knee injury from the island was starting to throw a colossal fit. It simply refused to bend more than about 25 degrees, and it also refused to straighten out too. His range of motion could be described as between 10 and 25 degrees…
His family knew he had problems with his knees every now and then, but they didn't know bad he really suffered. He was a huge fan of suffering in silence. Sometimes he got a bit grumpy though… When his knee(s) felt like they were about to explode for instance. He wasn't there just yet, thank God for that!
After he came home, he had started to be early in the mornings. He was usually the first one to arrive at the breakfast table, and since he worked nights mostly he was usually the last one to leave too. Today it was Dean who was the first one at the table, he sat at the same spot he did yesterday his bad leg stretched out in front of him.
"The knee is making life hard for you too this morning?" It was really more of a statement then a question.
Oliver limped over to the table and let himself let go of a hiss when he eased himself into his chair. Taking the same position as Dean, bad leg stretched out in front of him under the table.
"Yeah… Sometimes it just acts up for no reason…"
"Tends to do that…" Dean agreed.
There was a long pause before any of them spoke up again. This time it was Oliver who tried to start a conversation.
"May I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, of course…" Dean took a sip of the coffee he had gotten from the maid when he had showed up at the dining room (or hall, if you would).
"It's about last night…" Oliver warned.
"Go ahead…" Dean placed his coffee cup back down at the table.
"Who's Sam?" Oliver watched Dean's features carefully, taking note of response to this name. "You yelled for him when you dreamed…" he then added.
"Sam is my brother..." Dean said staring at his own hands, "The day I injured my leg, I was hunting this monster that had taken him…"
When Dean didn't make an attempt on speaking further, Oliver assumed the worst…
"I'm sorry…" Oliver swallowed hard, these kind of situations were the ones he wasn't comfortable with. He wasn't comfortable at all… "I didn't mean t…"
"He's alive!" Dean cut Oliver off…
"Ohh… Okay… Good to hear!"
Dean nodded.
"Bobby and another hunter searched for the monster's cave once I was admitted to the nearest hospital. They found it, they found Sammy. Only injuries he had was a mild concussion and a fractured collarbone…" Dean paused to take another sip of his coffee, "He made it back in time to be by my bed when I woke up."
Oliver nodded as he listened carefully to what Dean was telling him.
"It was clear from the very first moment that I wasn't going to hunt again, well… At least not in the nearby future…" A single tear rolled from Dean's left eye, he was quick to dry it off though…
"I told him that he should find himself a new hunting partner, I wouldn't let my kid brother wander off and hunt monsters by himself. He told me that he would… He made me promise him to go and live some 'apple pie life' now that I got the chance… So that's why I'm here in Starling City…"
"I think I understand…"
"I've been hunting, basically all my life… I've been looking out for Sammy all my life too… The thought that I'm useless now… It's overwhelming…" Dean said. His voice filled with utter despair.
"You're not useless…" Oliver tried to consolidate his new friend. Tried to make him understand that he was valuable even if he couldn't hunt any more. He forgot to think about how he felt when he was hurt himself… He usually felt completely useless when he couldn't be 'the hood'.
"Yeah, I am…"
"No… You're not! You can start out the same way as Bobby… Become a researcher!" Oliver argued, "I know for a fact that Bobby is very valuable because of his research skills!"
"Well… Yeah! He's one of the most important people I know! We would be screwed if we didn't have him!"
"See…" Oliver said pointing at Dean.
"But I can't ever be as good as Bobby!"
"In a few years I bet you're there!"
"No…" Dean stopped him, "Bobby has something I haven't!"
"And what's that? Except for experience…"
"Concentration!" Dean brought his hand down on the table, a bit harder then intended…
Oliver just looked confused by now… He didn't quite catch on to that last part.
"What?" utter confuse in both his voice and expression.
"I have a problem with my concentration…" Dean said, placing his head in his hands, "I suffer from a rather strong case of ADHD…"
"Really?! You TOO" Speedy was entering the dining room just in time to hear Dean state his condition. "Ollie has a bad time with that too!"
Oliver's jaws clenched at his 'secret' was revealed. It wasn't really a secret… Anybody who had spent more than a few hours with him usually figured that out quite fast. It was just too obvious to hide.
"So… What was you guys talking about?"
"Just that I think I'm gonna have a bad time studying to become a lawyer… Due to my lack of concentration…" Dean lied.
"Yeah… But you didn't have to tell him that I have ADHD too" Oliver stared at Speedy.
"Like I didn't know that already…" Dean joked and nudged Oliver.
"Yeah… Guess you have a point there…" Oliver played along.
So... Agree with my decision letting Sam hunt with another hunter?
What do you think about Dean and Oliver having ADHD?
(I'm sure Dean has it, I mean... Just watch him in Supernatural! The early seasons at least...
And I kind of have a tingeling feeling about Ollie too... It wouldn't surprize me...)
Did you enjoy it?