AUTHORS NOTE: HEY PEOPLE! So here is the seventh chapter of Blinded Abandonment; I really hope you guys enjoy:) Please forgive me for the long wait for a blinded abandonment update….again….
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Chapter 7. Stupid. Deans Pov.
"Do you know how stupid you're being right now?" Bobby asks, handing me a beer and sitting down next to me on the couch. "You can't hide this from Sam."
"Don't you think I know that?" I take a sip of my beer and lean back.
I don't know what I'm thinking, but Sam is going to be here any minute and Bobby caught me trying to hide my cane and audio books. I know I won't be able to hide the fact that I'm blind for long, but I just have to try for a little bit.
"Well good luck son because he's gonna be here soon." I take another sip of beer and push myself up from the couch.
"I'm gonna start making dinner." I say as I walk the familiar path to the kitchen. I'm too nervous right now to just sit and wait for him to get here, I have to do something.
"Just to let you know when he finds out that you're blind I'm going outside so I don't have to listen to him bitching you out." I laugh nervously as I brush my hand along the wall.
"Coward!" I feel for the handle of the fridge and open it; grabbing some green peppers, onions, tomatoes, and the already cooked ground beef before closing it again. I set everything down onto the counter and go to grab the cutting board and a knife. Just as I start to dice the green peppers I hear a car outside. And so it begins…
"Sam it's so good to see you kid!" I hear Bobby say in the other room. "Wow you've gotten tall!"
"It's good to see you too Bobby." I almost drop the knife when panic shoots through my stomach. I can't do this! I can't do this! I can't…"Dean?" I hear his voice from behind me and I raise my head up. I set the knife down and turn one hundred and eighty degrees to face him.
"Sammy!" I plaster a smile on my face, hoping that he buys it. I hear him walk towards me and a moment later his arms are wrapped around me. "Wow you've gotten taller, what are they feeding you at college? Steroids?" he laughs and the sound warms my heart a little.
"It's good to see you Dean." He pulls away. "Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors?"
"I have a pretty bad headache and light is making it worse." I knew that if he saw my eyes that he would be able to tell right away that there was something wrong, but with the sunglasses I can actually hide it for a bit. I give him one of my bullshitting grins. "But enough about my awesome fashion choices, tell me about college." I say, then turn back to the peppers. If I'm busy doing something he wont be able to tell that something's off; he wont be able to tell that I can't see him.
"Well what do you wanna know?" he asks, and I can hear a chair scraping along the floor.
"Who's your girlfriend?" I ask, a small grin coming onto my face at his annoyed groan.
"You haven't changed since the last time I saw you have you?" he asks, and I stop cutting for a brief second.
"Nope not really." More then you could ever imagine. I reach for the bowl to the right of the cutting board and scoop the green peppers into it.
"Well…" I cut him off.
"I knew it! Who is she?"
"Well her name is Jessica…" and as he goes off to tell me all about her I walk to the cupboard to look for the frying pan, taking advantage of the fact that he's too distracted to take notice in my blind search. After few moments I find the frying pan and I set it onto the stove top. As I turn the stove on I reach over to the bowl full of vegetables and dump them in.
"Hey Dean?" I bring my head up a little bit as I reach for the cooked beef, dumping it into the frying pan.
"Yeah?"
"Are you ok?" I swallow the lump in my throat.
"Yeah why do you ask?" I open the drawer and reach for a spoon to stir the food with.
"You're acting strange…" he trails off and I can tell he's watching me.
"I'm acting like I always do."
"But…"
"Sam, why don't you go an bring your things to your room?" Bobby's voice booms through the room and I jump back slightly.
"Yeah good idea Bobby; dinner should be ready when you're done man." I say turning my head to face Sams general direction. I can tell Sam has his 'what should I do' face on.
"Ok sure." I hear him get up and walk out of the room, and I breathe a breath of relief.
"How's hiding the elephant in the room going?" Bobby asks once I hear Sam go upstairs.
"Not as good as I planned…" I admit, stirring the food one more time before turning to face him.
"Of course it's not Son!" he exclaims. "You need to tell him."
"Please just give me a little bit, please." He sighs.
"Fine, I'll be back in a minute." I hear his footsteps leave the kitchen as I walk to the fridge to grab the sour cream and salsa.
I don't know what I was thinking, just…FUCK! Why does everything have to be hard? Why did I have to become blind? Why me? When Sam finds out he's gonna be pissed, then he's gonna baby me, then he's gonna act like I'm an invalid. I actually feel like a normal person here, and Sams gonna go and ruin the peace that I've had for two months.
"Need me to do something?" Sams asks, his voice coming from the entryway.
"Why don't you set the table?" I can tell he's nodding.
"Sure. What's for dinner?"
"Tacos." I hear the cupboard opening and the clanking of dishes.
"Should I be scared?" he asks with mock fear.
"Dude, I can cook." He laughs as I hear dishes being placed on the wood table top making a gentle 'thud' as they hit the surface.
"Sure you can cook, but is it edible?" I turn off the stove and grab the pan handle.
"Of course it…" and that's when everything goes to hell.
I lift the frying pan off of the stove and turn ninety degrees to take three steps towards the towel rack. On the second step my face connects with something hard and I shoot jerk backwards, sending the food in the pan flying. As I take a step back my foot slips on something wet on the floor and I'm thrown backwards.
"DEAN!" Bobby's voice yells as I fall to the ground. I hear two pairs of rushed foot steps come towards me and a second later a pair of hands grab onto my shoulder. "Shit son are you ok?" the pan is taken from my hand.
"I'm fi…" I'm cut off by…
"What the fuck was that Dean!" Sam asks in a panicked voice and then I hear a startled gasp, and it's then that I realize that my sunglasses have fallen off and Sam can see my eyes. "Oh my God what's wrong with your eyes?" he asks. I bite my lip nervously.
"Um…I can't see anything Sammy."
END OF CHAPTER! So what do you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Review and let me know!
P.S. Forgive any grammar mistakes. I gotta go to bed and I'm too lazy to edit this chapter.
