Chapter 4 – The silence is peaceful… Except it isn't
Dean made his way through the hospital, Carmen had already texted him the room number. He found the room and stood in front of door for a few minutes, composing himself, before he pushed the door open. His heart sank when he saw Bobby lying in the bed, pale and weak. His eyes were frantically moving beneath his eyelids, as if he was having a nightmare and a tiny sheen of sweat covered his forehead. Dean couldn't help but marvel over if Bobby was actually having a night in his coma-induced sleep. Dean hadn't even acknowledged anyone else's presence, when he moved over to stand by the bed. He hesitantly grabbed Bobby's hand, cramming the slightly smaller hand in both of his. A lump formed in his throat as he kept his gaze on Booby. Dean gritted his teeth as a few tears gathered in his eyes. He wasn't gonna let them fall. He wasn't. Because that would mean that something was wrong and there was absolutely nothing wrong. Everything was fine.
'Denial isn't just a river in Egypt ' a voice in his head said. He had no idea where he had heard it, but it kinda stuck. Dean had never understood why people where in denial, things were as they were, making yourself believe otherwise wasn't gonna change the reality of it. He had never understood it... until now that is. He found comfort in telling himself that this was all fake, a nightmare and that he would wake up any minute now.
He hadn't realized that the tears had started streaming down his face until a stray tear rolled down his face and continued down his throat. He let go of Bobby's right hand in order to reach up and dry the single tear that had made its way to his collarbone before reaching up and drying his cheeks. He stood motionless for what felt like hours, before being pulled out of his trance-like state as two smaller arms sneaked around his waist. Carmen rested her head on his shoulder and pressed a tentative kiss to his neck.
The rest of the day went by in a blur with the others leaving and returning to the room multiple times, Dean only left the room once when he had to use the restroom, but even then he had been reluctant to leave Bobby's side. Carmen tried comforting him a few times, but he couldn't focus on anything other than Bobby's still form. After he'd cried the first time he hadn't cried any more, but the lump in his throat had yet to subside.
He at some point looked around in the room, other than Sam, he was the only one left in the room.
"Where did everyone go?" said Dean, his voice hoarse from lack of use.
"Mom went home, and Carmen and Jess just left as well." Sam said, without looking at him.
Dean took a closer look and saw that his baby brother looked like shit. His eyes were red-rimmed and bags where forming under them. His cheeks were slightly puffy and wet from the crying. Dean was perplexed as to how his brother could sit beside him crying without Dean noticing. HIs brotherly instincts kicked in as he stared at his sibling. He couldn't stop himself from being worried about his younger brother, even if it was something as small as scraping his knee or hitting his head against a solid surface when they were younger, Dean had never liked it when Sam cried. He felt as if he had failed in protecting him somehow, when he saw tears brim from his brother's eyes.
"You should probably get going too." Dean said softly, barely above a whisper.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna stay here." Sam answered, still not looking at Dean.
"Yeah," Dean ran his palm over his face. "Me too."
The room was silent for a few minutes, before Sam broke it with a frustrated sigh.
"I can't believe we're here again." he ran his hand through his - too long - hair.
"At least this, we don't know the outcome of. He could...He will wake up. With Dad…, "Dean's voice cracked a little. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some control over his voice before he continued. "He was already gone..." he trailed off, not able to finish what he had initially wanted to say.
Dean woke up as rays of sun shone through the window. He had a crook in his neck from sleeping in a sitting position. He looked to his right and found that Sam was in the same predicament and odds were that his neck would be even more of a bitch than Dean's was, because of the way his tall frame was crammed into the small chair. Dean didn't have to wait long before Sam started stirring beside him.
"Morning," Sam said groggily.
Dean simply nodded curtly as an answer.
Around noon the silence got too much for Dean to handle and this was the longest the brothers had been in a room since Sam moved away. He wouldn't let the opportunity of bonding with his brother pass him by.
"So," he drew the word out. "How are things with you and Jess."
Sam threw his brother a fatigued look and sighed. "Dean, please don't try and make conversation. Just because we're both here, doesn't mean that we are obligated to talk. I have been with Jess for two years and not once have you asked me that. You obviously don't care, so how about..."
Dean had been shocked by his brother's accusation, but his focus had quickly shifted to the movement outside of Bobby's room. He looked through the windowpane in the door and saw the girl whom he'd seen in the salvage yard, standing outside Bobby's room. She was still wearing the same as at their last encounter. Her eyes were on Dean. He felt a chill go through him when their eyes locked.
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