Summary: A parent always worries about their child's well-being. To Dean, it happens a lot frequently after Blake attempted suicide.
Most people don't know this about Dean, but he worries a lot. It comes with the territory of being him and having a cousin/son that was fourteen.
He worries about his friends' well-beings; he even worries about Dolph at times. Sometimes he finds himself texting them if they were okay, at the ungodly hours (1:00 to 3:00 in the morning, Dean's mind supplied to him.) He worried about how they felt about that.
He felt better when he overheard Dolph saying that he felt great to have someone worrying about him.
He worries about his job and if he was a great wrestler that he thought he was.
He also worries about his dad and worries that he'll end up dead.
There was his mom and he worries that she might get killed because her husband is racist.
He mostly worried about Blake attempting suicide and cutting again.
So there he was, lying awake in the hotel bed, at one of the ungodly hours. It was 1:40 in the goddamn morning.
He just lied there, wondering if he should ask Blake if he ever needed someone to listen to him. He realized that it would be a bad idea, since Blake has to get ready for school in four hours.
"You're worrying again," Seth said and smacked Dean with a pillow.
Dean shot up in bed and looked at Seth. "What the fuck?"
"You're worrying about something," Seth said and sat on the hotel bed.
Dean would've asked them, 'how do you know,' but decided not to. He figured that he must have some look on his face or do something with his hands to show that was thinking about something.
"What are you worrying about?" Roman asked, sitting down on the bed too.
Dean figured that it won't hurt telling them. "I'm just worried that Blake would try to attempt suicide again."
Roman and Seth looked away.
"I'm sure that he won't do it again," Seth stated.
Dean wasn't sure what made him say, "I once overheard him say that he still wants to commit suicide."
Roman winced again and Seth looked away.
"Can you please…?" Seth started to say but trailed off.
Dean frowned, "Please what?"
"I lost my train of thought," Seth stated and frowned.
Dean looked at Seth, "You should get that checked out. Lapses in memory are a bad thing." He started touching Seth's hair, for something.
Seth started slapping Dean's hands away, "Stop that." Dean stopped and sat back down.
"I mean, I see your point on being worried. I'll be worried too." Roman said, "If my kid attempted suicide." Dean just nodded.
Seth looked thoughtful, "We're all worried about him. He's like my nephew and finding out that he's suicidal, worries me a lot."
Roman nodded, "Even Dolph is a bit worried about Blake."
Dean nodded, "Memories of one of his friends succeeding in committing suicide."
Seth and Roman looked at Dean.
"It's like you attract death," Roman stated.
"I also attract gay people," Dean stated. "It's like I have a magnet attached to me, that attracts gay people."
Seth and Roman looked at each other, and then back at Dean.
"Who says shit like that?" Seth asked.
"I do," Dean replied.
"Go to sleep." Roman said and turned the lamp off.
Dean found himself rocking back and forth on the floor in the corner of the room. It was 2:50 in the goddamn morning.
His mind decided to replay Blake's suicide attempt. There was the blood and the mostly empty bottle of pills.
Some might say that he's being overdramatic about it. He would tell them to find their closest cousin had attempted suicide by cutting their wrists and swallowing pills in the bathroom. Perhaps Dean would've throat-kicked them about it first.
His heart was still beating rapidly and he rubbed his eyes. He hated nightmares, especially that Rocky Road UFO. He wasn't sure what the hell was up with that dream. Now that he thinks about it, the Rocky Road UFO was dragging out the word 'Yum.'
The lamp turned on and Roman was squinting at him. "The hell is wrong with you now?"
Dean shook his head, "Nothing. I just enjoy rocking on the floor in the dark."
Roman gave Dean a weird look. "Are you okay? Your cheeks are red and puffy." Roman got out of bed and sat next to Dean.
"You know that I found Blake in my bathroom when he attempted suicide. Sometimes when I worry about him to much, my mind replays him lying on the floor…" Dean explained and trailed off. "There was blood on the floor, he was pale and cold. He also cut his wrists."
Seth made a shocked sound, as if he found out that Catering had made nachos. Roman and Dean looked at him confused. Seth was looking straight at them, "That poor child." Roman nodded and put his arm around Dean's shoulders. He gave him a squeeze. "You know? Sometimes I have weird dreams about Native Americans dancing around a bonfire, while chanting in a foreign language. I keep thinking that they're wishing death on me."
"Sometimes I have weird dreams that involve Theodore Roosevelt, Abraham Lincoln, and me hunting down zombies with baseball bats, while the song Everybody Was Kung-Fu fighting playing," Roman offered.
"That or you both ate Jolly Ranchers before you went to bed," Dean said.
Seth was looking at them, "That is why half of the guys think you two are dating. John Cena is betting two hundred dollars that you're both bi and going to come out next week by saying that you're dating. The other half says that you two are really close friends and the others say they should mind their own business."
Roman and Dean just looked at him.
"That explains so much," Roman mused.
Seth threw a pillow at them. "Now that we're done sharing this emotional crap, get your asses to bed."
A/N: I have some pretty strange dreams about zombies at times. I remember Theodore Roosevelt appearing in one of my dreams holding a wooden baseball bat to help kill zombies.
I have other weird dreams after I eat Jolly Ranchers before bed.
I kind of figured Dean would have some nightmares after finding Blake half-dead on his bathroom floor.