Shattered Hearts
Dean shifted in a daze. He stretched his painfully cramped limbs and sighed, wiping the few tears that had trickled down his cheeks over night from his face.
He looked around, eyes catching the digital clock on the dashboard. It was ten o'clock. And still no one had come to bring him home.
It's not like they could use the excuse they forgot again, Dean gazed out of the Impala's window.
It was painfully obvious, and it hurt to realise. They just didn't care.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. What was he supposed to do now?
Did he go back and pretend he didn't hurt? Did he pretend they hadn't ripped his heart out and carved it into tiny pieces?
Did he run away from the pain? No, even if Sammy hated him, Dean wouldn't leave him vulnerable to attack. Running a shaking hand through his hair Dean tried to stop the spinning of the world.
His hang over was worse than usual and somehow it didn't matter, he wanted to walk right back into that bar and do it again, because it made the pain go away.
He screwed his eyes up before opening the door and climbing out of the car, regretting his decision to collapse in it last night, or was it this morning?
Either way, it hurt his limbs, but not as much as the throbbing heart, that sinking feeling only he seemed to know.
Readjusting slightly in the seat he put the key in the ignition. The hum of the Impala beneath him was almost comforting…almost.
The motel was further away than he'd thought when he'd left his father and Sammy he must have driven further than noticed.
Strange, but it was probably safe to say that he'd been too caught up in the moment to notice the time pass.
The crunching of the tires on the gravel at the motel snapped him back to reality. Gathering himself together he shut off the ignition and climbed out, fumbling with the door keys as he went.
Taking a deep breath he stepped into the motel room.
--- Hours Earlier ---
Sam stared at the place Dean had been standing not two minutes ago. He couldn't believe it. How could this have happened?
How couldJohn have let this happen?
Fury bubbled under his skin until he couldn't contain it a second longer and he spun to stare at his father.
"What the hell was that?" He asked, "You're his father, how could you forget his birthday dammit?!"
John's face turned livid in response, "Me?!" He shouted, "Just last week, I wasn't a father! I was a drill-Sergent and you were telling me how you two don't need me, and NOW I'm suddenly a father again? Suddenly my responsibility is it? What were you doing kiddo? Huh? He's you brother!"
"I…I was distracted." Sam said, seeing the failure of his argument and wondering why he'd made the outburst. He didn't actually blame John, he blamed himself. But he needed to take his anger out, and the first available target had been his father.
As for his father, John was feeling guilty as hell. He'd promised himself it wouldn't happen. But the demon, it had said that it had been years since they last remembered.
How could it have come to this?
Scowling he grabbed their things and headed to the truck, assuming Sam had the intelligence to follow.
"Now what?" He asked as they climbed into their respective seats.
Sam glanced at him and shrugged. "Give him some time to cool down; he probably went to a pub."
"So we give him an hour to calm down and then we go find him?" John asked.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, about that."
Plan made they headed to the motel.
"Why'd he run off like that anyway?" John asked irritably.
Sam shrugged.
"It was careless," John continued, "the demon could have come back whilst he was gone and killed us."
Sam twitched with fury again, "We forgot his birthday dad, give him a break!"
John sighed and sat down, an air of defeat washing over him, "How did it come to this?" He whispered.
Sam's lips drew together, "We'll fix it. We can go get him something? Take a week of or something like that?"
John nodded, wondering what Mary would think of him now.
"Let's go find him." Sam said. It had been less than an hour, but somehow he didn't want to give Dean any more time.
--- Later ---
The motel room looked dark and empty from the outside.
Dean wondered briefly if they had gone and arranged a surprise party or something.
But then he realised, it wasn't worth it, knowing that Sammy and John would remember just because the demon made them.
A lone tear slipped down his face.
What had he done?
Birthdays weren't worth this much.
His happiness wasn't worth anything. It shouldn't have mattered; he shouldn't have left them there. The demon could have come back.
He was just the tag-a-long in the family; he had nothing without them, why should he expect from them?
He walked into the motel room to find it empty, there was no truck, no Sam, no John, just their things.
He looked around, why did they leave?
Maybe they went to look for him. He snorted, yeah right Dean, they probably went out to celebrate, Dean was gone, at least for a little while.
Resigning himself to his imagination as he saw John and Sam sitting in a bar somewhere laughing and joking, unaware of Dean's loneliness.
Feeling guilty for thinking that of his family, he was pretty sure they wouldn't do that, he backed out of the room again locking the door as he went.
He wandered aimlessly for a moment into the car park before heading to the road, letting his feet carry him where they pleased.
Several things happened then that were too fast to comprehend.
Screeching tyres.
A scream.
Someone calling his name.
Something cold hitting him.
Pain.
A red splatter on the floor beneath him.
The vague thought of whether it was his or not.
Blackness.
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