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SILENCE
Dean stood in the too-quiet room. He was all alone. Sam wasn't ready to come in yet. He could hear with minute clarity the frenzy of activity going on just outside the door. The unmistakable sound of a gurney's squeaky wheels as it was pushed down the hospital corridor, people rushing about, talking too loudly, doctor's chatting, nurses giggling, normal people doing their jobs, going about their lives. He found it a strange contrast to the heavy silence. As if the rest of the world didn't know about this room. As if they didn't know he was there, as if it was just him. Him and the figure lying in the bed to his left. He didn't want to look to his left, but he knew he had to. He had to see him. Even if he would carry that devastating, heart-breaking image with him the rest of his life, he had to, he owed him that. But not yet though. He carefully picked his way over to the single chair by the bed, mindful to keep his eyes glued to the floor for the time being. He registered the cold metallic hardness of the chair as he sat down, and wondered if that was a cruel metaphor for what his life was about to become. Harder, colder, without the warm and comforting presence of yet another person he held dear. As his thoughts drifted, he momentarily forgot where he was and when his gaze unconsciously fluttered upwards, he wasn't ready. And yet his eyes had already seen him. He took a harsh intake of breath, and nearly broke down again right there and then at the sight. He looked down quickly, and fought to keep his emotions in check. He failed. One tear left his eye and started its journey down his pale face, as he forced himself to look back up. At that point, he didn't care who saw him, he didn't care about anything anymore. He reached out his shaking hand and rested it on other hand laying motionless on the bed. He let his gaze drift over to his surrogate father's face. He stared at that face, taking in every detail. Knowing he soon would only be able to see it from memory. All the lines of stress and worry had disappeared and in its place there was a serene, peaceful, almost blissful expression. As if, wherever Bobby's soul was going, he was thrilled to be going there. The thought suddenly popped into his head at how strange it was seeing Bobby without his signature baseball cap. He would have smiled at that, if he didn't feel so devastated inside. He slowly lowered his head to rest on Bobby's chest, breathing in his familiar scent of petrol, car oil and the strong odour of whisky, mixed with the clean, antiseptic smell of the hospital. He was still warm. It was then that Dean finally let go, releasing the dam that had been holding back this terrible, terrible flood of emotions inside him. He didn't make a sound. He just let the tears flow.
Is this the moment where I look you in the eye?
Forgive my broken promise that you'll never see me cry
And everything, it will surely change even if I tell you I won't go away today
Will you think that you're all alone
When no one's there to hold your hand?
And all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary rest your head
I'm permanent .
Song lyrics by David Cook. Song – Permanent.
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