Sorry for the wait. I have been hooked up on this show called Gilmore girls. Many of you probably know it. And gosh young Jared Padalecki! So you should check it out!
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John's POV
Mary would think I am a failure. I've been so focused on hunting the evil and trying to find the yellow-eyed son of a bitch that I haven't noticed that my eldest son is sick. No sick is wrong word but he has you know lost a grip of the reality. I sit in the kitchen hearing how Sam and Dean sleeps somewhat peacefully.
I look at the stack of papers Michael gave me and to be honest I want to burn them but I can't. If this is the way I get my son better then I follow it. I look at the medication pack wanting to flush them down the toilet but I can't. Mary you can't imagine the pain I feel when I said to Dean that I can't believe him. I want to, I do but Mary he tried to kill himself. The same day he tried it he started to go crazy about time traveling and that's how I knew that it is just in his head.
It is 3 am and I am still going trough the papers, reading. And I think I can't do this. There is so much info that are simply just bull. Don't leave patient (Dean) alone with other people without adult supervision because patient might get violent. Dean hasn't been violent and probably won't be and sure I can leave him with Sammy right. Dean would never ever hurt Sammy. I sight, I'm so exhausted. I hope Dean won't put up a fight in the morning when is it time take his med's because those pills are freaking huge. Looking back I think there is little bit of schizophrenia in my family line so it isn't a miracle that Dean might have it too.
I decide to go to sleep when it is 5 am knowing that I'll get only couple hours of sleep because Sam has to be awoken early for school. Before I know it the alarm clock goes off and I start the day waking Sammy up and telling him to let his brother sleep a little longer. I make pancakes and when they are ready I sent Sam to go wake Dean. I could see that Dean was really tired because he ate his breakfast eyes closed. When Sammy went out of the door I knew that I have to give Dean his medication. I inhale deeply, here goes nothing.
"Hey Dean here is your med's", I say as I dump the pills on Deans open palm. Dean looks at the pills for a second and bursts out,"Hell no I'm taking these", "Dean!", I say warningly, knowing that he eventually would take them on his own. "Dad, I don't need to take these there is nothing wrong with me.", Dean says trying to be assuring. "Dean you know that you need to take those so don't be a brat and take them", I say frustrated. "They don't help me dad none of it will", Dean says clearly pissed off, "Okay I'll take these but let me tell you these won't help", He swallows the pills in defeat. Oh god Dean I want to believe you, I want to.
Michael said that the pills should take on their effect in couple of days so here we are trying to get Dean use to them. "Dad 'm feeling sick", Dean comes to me looking really pale. I help him to sit down and give him glass of water. "It's the drugs dad, they only make me sick instead of helping me, don't you see", he says in a accusing tone. "Dean Michael said it'll take few days to get you body use to the drug.", I say trying to be assuring. Michael also told me that at least the next week Dean will try and convince that his delusion are real. Dean falls asleep for the third time today. One of the side effects indeed was sleepiness. I called Michael to make sure that it is normal.
Dean's POV
I wake up from my third nap. I am so tired and I feel so sick. Fucking drugs. Fucking time travelling. Fuck everything. I get up and look around and see that dad has fallen asleep in the kitchen chair. He must be exhausted from all this worrying. I would like to be just mad at him for not believing in me but I'm not. I understand his point of view but why does he have to be so stubborn. I walk around and heat up some left overs for me to eat. I eat in peace until dad jerks up violently from his sleep. Looking around, eyes searching for something, probably for me. Dad's eyes stop at me and I can see relief washing over him. "Dad you should sleep more", I say as I stuff rest of the lasagna in my mouth. I put the dirty dishes in the sink and start washing them.
Dad goes to fridge, "How're you feeling?", he asks. "Better I guess", I say as I place the cleaned dishes back where they belong, "Good", dad mutters and closes the fridges door taking nothing with him. "We need to do some shopping", dad says and I shrug for an answer. "We'll leave in five okay?", dad says taking his car keys (my car keys) in his hand. I nod and go get my coat. "We'll be back before Sam's back", dad says as we head out of the door.
We weren't long in the store but I'm glad we went because spending a day between four walls is suffocating. Me and dad we didn't talk much but I could see that dad needed a llittle breath outside. "Thanks dad", I say as we drive home. He looks at me dumbly clearly having no idea what I'm thanking for. "Thanks for being there for me you know", I say seeing emotions flashing in his features. "And even though you are giving me wrong kind of support but yeah thanks", I continue with a chuckle. He just ruffles my hair.
The days go slowly because all I'm doing is staying in the freaking apartment, then couple times a week a session with Michael, then the useless group therapy and the staying in the apartment day after day. I can't go to school, I can't do anything. And dad still doesn't believe me. Or I think his gotten softer around the edges but still not believing me.
Yesterday I saw Sam again for the first time in months which made me want to do something useful. Of course I have tried to find useful information on the time traveling but I have gotten none. I'm wasting my time. But yeah Sam seems to be okay. In the vision? Sam was talking on the phone clearly with someone who's working in a hospital because he asked them is there any John Doe's with my description there. So he doesn't know where I am, awesome. I am so thankful that the vision didn't occur when dad was in the room. It didn't help that Sammy was but better that than dad. And I made him promise not to tell dad. I'm not so sure if his going to tell it to him, probably because he is still really bad at lying.
I haven't acted like the med's have had made me better. Actually I have told almost every single day that I still believe I'm from future. So I hope once I keep it going long enough dad'll see that no medication can make me stop saying that and that he'll realize that I am from future. But I'm not sure is that going to happen but I have my hopes up.
I have been here back in the past little over 8 months. 8 months wow. I came here 16th octouber 1996 and now it is 19th may 1997. I have made a decision that if dad won't believe me in the end of the month I'm going to get the angels into the play. I'm not sure do I want to but I don't see any choice's here. And you know what I forgot to mention Sam is 14 now. We really didn't have a party but we ate pie. And man let me tell you the pie was amazing. I would like some pie.
"Dad can we go to the diner where we ate couple weeks back, food there was amazing", I shout to dad from the room I share with Sammy. "Yeah sure", I hear dad mumble back to me. YASH! The cheese bacon burger was so good that I already can taste it in my mouth. We would go there when Sammy comes from school. I hear key in the lock speak of the devil. I hurry to the door taking Sam's backpack, "Lemme take th for ya", I say throwing it on the sofa. "Dean what?", he looks at me with shocked expression. "Out of the door Sammy were going to a diner", I say pushing past him. "Daaad", Sam whines. "Sam were going", dad says as he goes trough the door too.
Oh this burger is sooo good. Better than sex. Gosh. I eat the burger with a pleasure getting embarassed looks from Sam and annoyed looks from dad but I'm expert of ignoring them. I eat happily until I see familiar looking guy. I stop. Everything stops. There is Cas sitting couple tables away eating. No, no not Cas, it's Jimmy. The Novak guy. I gulp. "Dean are you okay?", I hear dad saying. Fuck I spaced out. "Yeah?", I say continuing my eating. "You spaced out, you okay?", dad says worry hovering in his tone. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I stare at Novak. Cas is a human now in the future. Novak is long gone but there he is happily eating his burger. "Dean", dad is now full on father mode, "Dean what is it, what do you see?", I notice that Sammy is not sitting there. "Where is Sam?", I ask ignoring dad's worried questioning. "Bathroom but Dean really tell me what is wrong?", dad says. "Nothing", I answer as I get up and go sit in the car. Dad and Sam follows me and we drive away.
At home dad pressured on me telling me what it was in the diner and I to be honest did not want to tell him but I did. "It was Castiel", I whisper, "Castiel the angle?", dad asks. Yes but he wasn't Cas. I wanted him to be Cas but he was just Jimmy Novak a guy who will be a vessel of an angel in a future. Ignoring dad's worry I went to sleep.
I didn't pray but I said it out loud, "Castiel be ready to be summonded tomorrow", I was in a verge of falling a sleep, "Good night Sam, good night Cas", I hope they take care of each other.
