I did try to update again... but life happened :/ And life went south... :(

Chapter 10- healing

It was a while before Dean and Reid were able to leave their allocated rooms. But of course Dean was allowed out first, quickly becoming a constant vigil next to Reid's bedside, along with Sam who had been flitting between the two on his daily checks.

For some reason it had become more awkward whenever Dean was around, as he seemed to be concerned about something that he wouldn't share with Sam or Reid.

So there Dean sat, a few days after he was allowed to leave his room (with the assistance of a wheelchair whilst his leg healed- he was not pleased about having to be pushed around by Sam). Sam was half asleep, laying his head on Reid's covers, his head nearly on-top of Reid's feet and snoring slightly making Dean chuckle slightly at the almost child-like behaviour.

Then there was an emotionless silence -neither of the men uttering anything- both caught up with their own thoughts. Reid yawned, breaking the silence, and smiled up at the tense looking Dean who was leaning over onto his bed. "So..." Reid began looking anxiously at Dean, concerned about what Dean was about to say or do. Maybe their cover was broken? - that could be why Dean was so jumpy and over-protective all of a sudden.

"It was my fault"

Dean finally stated, worrying his hands and looking up at Reid. Dean couldn't help himself from staring at the numerous wounds he could visibly see, criss-crossing the once pristine skin.

Reid sighed in exasperation and glared at Dean. "What the hell Dean?" Reid began throwing his hands up in the air. "You couldn't have stopped this. We were miss-informed. Plus if you want to blame anyone you should blame the whatever-it-was that decided to shove me out the window!" Reid cried staring at Dean and smiling slightly.

Dean just looked back and frowned. "But what if I had been there. What if we were more prepared?" he inquired.

Reid just chuckled and looked meekly at Sam, still sleeping peacefully beside his feet. "These are all what if's. You know we had no choice. If in every case I thought 'what if I thought that sooner' I would be insane by now!" Reid exclaimed frowning down Dean.

Dean, for the first time smiled. The tense atmosphere dissipating, and he grinned looking at Spence. "Huh," he murmured glancing at Reid.

"What?" Reid demanded, unsure whether Dean was in an argue-until-i-annoy-everyone mood, or whether he was in he-made-a-fair-point-I-have-to-make-an-annoying-comment-now.

Dean just glanced back up at Reid and smirked slightly. "I used to give you these pet-talks you know Reid-y boy," he stated deciding to ease the tension between the two of them instead of holding onto that meagre worry.

They smiled to each other until finally Sam stirred awake, glaring at his two brothers and looking confused. "Did I do something? Or did you?" he began groggily rubbing his eyes. Dean snorted in reply and Reid just chuckled. "Did I miss something?" he asked calmly, very used to their antics together.

Dean just burst into laughter seeing Sam's confusion. "Nothing to worry 'bout Mr. nosy," he stated leaning further back in his chair. It was the first relaxed position he had been in since before that bar, which felt like it had happened weeks ago, but in-fact it had only been a few days.

The team wouldn't even realise anything was up unless they went to his house. Yes, he hadn't texted or called like normal, but Morgan had probably told them he was out of town with a group of friends... He wandered whether they would all believe him? Reid didn't normally talk about his friends- well most of them were to do with the hunter profession, so he preferred to keep them as safe as possible. He made sure nothing was left which could be linked to them. He had memorised all their numbers and anything which could be traced. That was a high-light of having such a good memory... he really didn't want them to find out unless it was under his terms- and Reid never wanted them to find out wherever possible. They might think he had got schizophrenia, or they might believe him if they saw something in a case. That would be the best way for them to learn. But he really doubted that would happen as Reid wasn't the luckiest one in the team. It might even be shown in a case... that would be fun to explain...

Reid was finally snapped away from his daydream by the call of "Anyone for Jell-O," from a woman standing by the door. She was one of the many nurses on the ward who had become to be rather fond of all three men (especially Reid- because they usually were). It was probably because they were constantly near each other, not very concerned with anything else from whether they were all okay.

Reid grinned and accepted happily, remembering that this was the woman who had managed to get them extra sharing's, she knew by now that Reid liked anything sweet. He was nothing without coffee, and he needed something instead of his daily dosage of sugar.

Now they only had to wait until they would be allowed out of this hospital, and Reid knew that Sam and Dean were definitely dreading by now that they would have to call Reid in sick. (Reid refused to do it as it was their job.)

There we go, there may be a few errors near the end as I was straightening my hair at the same time... so... that was fun (I didn't burn myself! Surprise surpirise!)

Well, plz review, as the more people do the more likely I am to update. As I saw I didn't get many so updated some of my others before...

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They are made of cake, and cookies and coffee... and maybe Jell-O (I've never had that TBH)...