'Sammy?' Dean whispered as he awoke. He had his arms wrapped around his brother and Cas. He carefully removed them and lifted himself up off the bed. Dean made his way down to the library and stared at the still form behind the desk.
'Oh, Bobby.' Dean's voice was pained. He padded into the kitchen and glanced at the clock. 10:50. Too late for school then. He searched through the cupboards until he found what he needed. He reentered the library and tried to stop the tears from spilling as he covered Bobby in cloth and wrapped it tightly around him. He tied the cloth together and began to drag him out into the salvage yard. Light rain fell around him as he set Bobby down. He dug a deep hole and pushed the corpse into it. Dean couldn't prevent the tears from dropping as he covered the body in soil. He shouted towards the sky, letting his emotions take over. When his voice was hoarse, he fell to the floor and shook.
'Dean! Why didn't you wake me up?!' Sam shouted down the stairs.
Dean was cradling a coffee mug whilst sat at the kitchen table. His eyes were red and had purple bags underneath them.
'Dean.. Where's Bobby?' Sam asked softly as he entered the kitchen and saw the state Dean was in.
'I er.. I dealt with it.' Dean coughed and looked away, staring blankly at the wall.
'You didn't have to do that..' Sam whispered, feeling sick.
'Yeah actually, I did. Hey, Sammy, would you mind not telling anyone about this? I don't want to move again..' Dean's voice was scratchy and faint.
'Of course I won't.' Sam leaned against the wall and watched as his brother took a sip of his drink. He spotted the half empty bottle of alcohol next to Dean. He assumed that not all of the liquid in Dean's cup was coffee but he didn't comment on it.
Sam could hear Cas jogging down the stairs, dressed in Dean's clothing.
'Cas, I need to talk to you.' Sam said as he walked out of the door, he bare feet becoming damp as he walked across the wet soil. Cas followed him out, leaving Dean to continue staring at the wall, wrapped in his own thoughts.
'Why do you wish to speak with me?' Cas asked, shivering slightly.
'Dean had to bury Bobby.'
Cas gasped, thinking about the emotions that were likely to be playing around in Dean's head. 'That's.. Awful.. Should I comfort him?'
'I think we need to leave him alone for a while..' Sam looked through the window at his brother.
'Of course..' Cas turned and entered the house, Sam followed and soon they were all gathered together in the kitchen.
'So you guys.. You guys were talking about me, huh..' Dean's speech was slightly slurred. He gazed into his now empty cup, eyelids heavy. He brazenly poured the alcohol into the mug and took a large gulp of the golden brown liquid.
'Dean.. I think you should go back to bed.' Sam murmured, becoming scared at the amount of alcohol Dean was consuming.
Dean slammed the cup down and refilled it once more. 'Fucking say it.. To my.. Face.' He spluttered out, his mind numbing as he drank more of the fluid.
'You are not well, please come upstairs.' Cas moved towards Dean and held his arm.
'Get the fuck.. Off me, Cas-chel!' Dean roared as he tore his arm from Cas' grasp. Cas jumped back, scared by Dean.
'Dean! Calm down!' Sam shouted.
'Tell me to fucking calm down! You fucking waste of space!' Dean stood up and wobbled slightly, 'You can all die, just like everyone else in my family.' Dean smiled drunkenly and staggered up the stairs.
Cas and Sam were rooted to the spot. Tears were escaping their eyes as Dean's drunken words sunk in.
'He doesn't mean it, Sam.' Cas whispered.
'I know.. Does it hurt less when you tell that to yourself?'
Cas shook his head, sat on the chair Dean had previously occupied, and put his head in his hands.
Dean woke up with a excruciating headache. He gripped his forehead and then sat up, feeling nauseous. He looked around noticing that he was alone and in the dark.
'Sammy? Cas?' Dean called out. There was no reply. He groaned as he stood up, vomit rising in his throat. He managed to keep it down as he shuffled out of his bedroom door. He moved through the dark and made his way to Sam's room. Slowly, he opened the door and found Sam tucked up in his bed and Cas lying on top of some covers on the floor. Dean hobbled over to Cas' makeshift bed and lay down beside him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He breathed in Cas' freshly washed hair and gradually sank into unconsciousness, completely oblivious to what he had said earlier on.
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