Chapter 9 – It doesn't hurt so bad

His arm hurt. Dean was slowly drifting back to consciousness, his eyes starting to flutter open.

"Welcome back!" The nurse said. "Be careful, you don't want to get up too fast… You've been out for twenty minutes, so don't try to outdo yourself, sweetheart."

Dean tried to sit himself on the bed that was in the nurse's office - it was kinda like a hospital bed - he got half sitting, half lying down and looked around. He didn't remember walking inside the room ever. It was full of shelves that had medicine, other three hospital-like beds and one desk with a chair in front of it.

A shiver came creeping to Dean's body and he noticed he didn't have his shirt on.

The nurse walked up to him.

"Now, Dean… Are you feeling ok?"

Dean looked at the nurse, he had never talked to her before but she seemed nice. She had dark locks and was wearing a comforting smile. Dean glanced down to read her name tag; it read 'Nurse Pamela Barnes'.

"I'm good, Miss Barnes." He answered.

She looked at him suspicious.

"Oh really?" He nodded. "Then why do you have a patched up wound on your arm?" Dean didn't answer. "Why did you pass out?"

Dean decided he needed to talk, she wouldn't stop asking questions, and he couldn't have her finding the truth.

"O fell on my way home and got a stick stuck in my arm."

Miss Barnes walked closer to him.

"Then why didn't you go to the hospital? This wound is pretty deep. The stitches aren't bad but it's clearly not done by a professional…" She pointed out.

"I asked my brother to do it. I don't trust hospitals." It wasn't exactly all true, but it also wasn't exactly a lie… He didn't ask Sam, but it had been Sam who patched him up… That counted as half true, right? And he didn't really trust hospitals; once John had beaten Dean on the face and broke his nose, Sam asked Dean to go to the hospital and once he got there they started asking questions… and he couldn't have that. Who knew what his father would do if he found out Dean had told everything? So he told them he couldn't tell them. They agreed not to pressure him, but all too soon they were asking again and again. Luckily for Dean he didn't have time to break. John walked in the hospital and demanded that Dean got out of that place; he dragged Dean out and made him swear he would never go to one again. So, he was speaking one and a half true…

"Alright." Miss Barnes sighed. "I'm glad you at least came here… This wound would have infected... I had to take the previous stitches off of you and then I had to disinfect it, and then patch you up again." He sent him a sad smile. "You can't do any physical activity with your arm for about a week, or the stitches will break… Here, I wrote a note to your PE teacher…"

She handed him the note and placed a soft hand in Dean's neck.

"You need to be more careful." Dean nodded, to make the nurse stop talking. So far he managed to keep her to asking further questions, but one never knew what would come next… "Oh, and Dean… I suggest you thank your friend very well." Once the nurse saw his look of confusion, she chuckled softly. "You were falling to the ground when you lost consciousness. He caught you before you hit the ground and carried you in his arms to the bed. Despite you being unconscious, you were moving your arm, and I couldn't give you any anesthesia, because I had no idea if you were allergic to it or not; anyway… he hold both of your arms so that I could treat you… Not many people are willing to do that, you know… Most run away the second they see the nasty cuts, because of the amount of blood that comes with a wound… If it weren't for him you would be much worse now…"

"I'll make sure to thank him…" Dean muttered.

"Also Dean… I must inform your father about this…" She explained to him. "But I can't find his cell-phone number in your process… Can you give it to me?"

Dean's eyes went wide. His father would be so pissed that he wasn't man enough to handle a knife on his arm without passing out… He didn't even let himself think of the possibilities of what John would do to him.

"I'm sorry… But my dad knows… He was the one who took the stick out of my arm…" Dean lied.

"But I still need to inform him, Dean… You were unconscious in school grounds…"

"Please… Don't…" Dean didn't know what else to say… He couldn't have her talking to his dad, and he had no idea how to make her stop. "He is a very busy man, but if you want you can talk to my…" Dean thought for a few seconds. "…godfather, I'll give you his number, he will tell my dad when we meet up tonight." Dean lied through all of his teeth.

Miss Barnes thought that speaking to Dean's godfather was better than speaking to no one at all, and so she agreed.

Dean gave her Bobby's number and she called him.

Bobby answered on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Singer, I wanted to talk to you about your godson, Dean." Bobby huffed in the other side of the line. "He passed out on school grounds and he has a very serious wound on his arm."

"Is he alright?" Bobby asked worried.

"Yes… I got his wound treated and patched up properly, but I needed you to inform the boy's father about the situation; he said that his father was working and that you would talk to him later… So I wanted you to speak about this Mr. Singer."

"Of course… I will have a word with John…" Bobby said angrily.

"Alright… I wanted to warn you about Dean's condition; he can't work hard with his right arm so please make sure he doesn't get his stitches to break." Miss Barnes informed Bobby.

"Yeah… I'll make that idjit rest, don't worry about that…"

"This was all I needed to inform you, thank you very much for you time, and I hope you have a good day, sir."

"Likewise."

Dean had put his shirt back on and was waiting for Miss Barnes to give him some painkillers.

As soon as she gave it to him he left the room.


Searching for Charlie was hard. Dean really wanted to talk to her. There were loads and loads of people in the hallway, but her head was an easy one to spot. Her hair came into view and he ran up to her.

"Hey Charlie!" He greeted.

Charlie turned around with a smile; which faded as soon as she saw how pale –despite being a bit better now– Dean was.

"Geez Dean… What happened to you?" She asked. Her eyes glanced around his body and she saw that he didn't look like he had been beaten up. "Did he do something to you again?"

Dean lowered his head.

Charlie needed no further proof. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close; Dean accepted the hug and pulled her as close to himself as he could.

"This can't go on Dean… One day he could kill you…" She whispered. And Dean knew that, but he didn't know how to make John stop.

"I will do something… I just don't know how or when…" Dean admitted. "I need to talk to you…"

Charlie smiled sadly.

"I'm here for you Dean." Dean started to pull a bit away from her. "If you need a plan I can help you with that…"

"No… That's not what I need to talk to you about." Dean told her, glancing at her eyes. Charlie looked curious. "There's this person…" Dean didn't want to tell her many details… not at least he understood what was going on. "…who used to bully me, but he helped me out today… I was about to pass out and he got me to the nurse's office. And he stood up to Crowley for me…"

Charlie smiled.

"You got yourself a friend…"

"I don't know… What if he wants to hurt me even more?" Dean asked fearful. "Maybe he just wants some information about me to use against me sometime soon…"

Dean was almost hyperventilating, the possibilities could destroy him and he was scared that might be the case…

"Dean." Charlie called, placing her hand in his shoulder. "Calm down… Maybe he just wants to be your friend…" She started drawing soothing circles with her hand in his shoulder, trying to calm him down. "And besides, if he took you to the nurse's office, then he might really want to help you out."

Dean nodded.

"He also helped Miss Barnes when I was unconscious. I kept moving my arm and she needed to stitch my arm; he held both my arms so that she could do it…"

Charlie looked at Dean and grinned.

"Wow, Dean! Looks like you found yourself a boyfriend!"


A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They help me so much! I had writen this chapter and was about to publish it, but then I saw one review that reminded me I needed to add something! Thank you for reminding me! ^^ Thank you for reading this chapter. I've got the plan for the next chapter, so I might publish it tomorrow... :D