Six Month

Summary: It's a bad time in the life of Dean Winchester

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. All the amazing guy's belongs to Eric Kripke. Caleb also belongs to Ridley C. James and her wonderful creation of The Brotherhood. I don't want to make any profit with this. It's just my imagination ...

Autors notes: This is the first story that I publish. And I know that I suck at titles and the grammar thing

I tried to find a beta reader. But I wasn't very successful. So, sorry for all the mistakes, especially the grammar thing. English is not my first language. But I try to get better, I promise.

Hi everyone. Thanks again for the feedback.

moira4eku: This story takes place before Sam left for college. It's pre-season. Sorry that I forgot to mention it.

Now have fun with the last part. But beware, it's soppy.

Chapter03

Caleb met Bobby outside Sams room and began: "This isn't John." "I know, but what is wrong with him?" "I don't know. Where is he?" "In the waiting room and he's almost apathetic." Bobby explained. "I kinda talked to Dean yesterday and found out that John is in this state since six month, since this hunt in Minnesota. What did they hunt there?" Bobby brooded. After a few minutes he had the answer. "There was a coven. They tried to destroy it. And I thought that they succeeded. Caleb, what happened in there?" Caleb sighed. "Johnny went crazy. He tried to kill his son. And Dean told me that he is as cold as ice to him since six month." "He told it?" Bobby asked disbelievingly. "No, not really told me. He showed me." "What?" "He said that I wouldn't believe and that I should see his memory. Bobby, it was devastating. Everything Dean did, it was wrong. And John hit him again and again during the last six month. No wonder that he didn't want to live." "WHAT?" Bobby looked at Caleb aghast. Caleb swallowed. "The bandages on his wrists. He tried to kill himself two days ago." Bobby looked horrified. "WHAT?" he repeated, unable to say anything complex. "Bobby, I read his mind. The last six month were pure horror for Dean. John always told him that he was a failure. Dean couldn't do anything right. And when the last hunt didn't work out well he blamed himself for it. He thought that they would be better without him. And he cut his arteries. I found him in time but he lost a lot of blood. And now John beat him up really good. I hope everything is alright. And I want to know what is wrong with John. He's not himself. And when the last hunt before he went crazy had to do with witches, then maybe he is cursed or something." Bobby thought about it and came to a conclusion. "I check him, you stay with Sammy. I talked to the doctor and he said that Dean comes in his room after surgery." "Okay, thank you Bobby." "Nothing to thank for son." And Bobby left the room and Caleb alone with the youngest Winchester.

A few hours later the nurse wheeled Deans bed into Sams room where Caleb waited for the news on his best friend. "He's stable now. But he's beat up pretty much. One of his broken ribs punctured his lung and he got a heavy internal bleeding. But the doctors had repaired that and now he need to rest." the nurse explained. "He almost died in surgery. Technically he did once but we're confident that he'll make it." Caleb nodded and took a seat between the two beds.

Another two hours later awoke Sam. "Caleb?" he whispered. Caleb was startled and on his feet in an instant. "Sam, how do you feel?" "Dean?" Caleb sighed. He should be prepared for this question but he wasn't. So he stammered: "He's here … right next to you." "What happened? Dad?" "Yeah," Caleb throw a hand trough his hairs. "Yeah, your dad happened. He almost killed your brother." "But..." "I know Sammy, it's unbelievable. But he must be under a curse. Since six month and I didn't noticed it. I should have sensed it. But I couldn't. What a knight am I? I'm so sorry." "It's okay Caleb. It's not your fault. I thought that something's wrong but … I should have called you a long time ago. But I thought we could get to a solution ourselves. How's he doing?" "He will be alright. At least physical. But it would take time." Caleb repeated the summary that the nurse had give him a few hours ago.

Just when Caleb finished with his report the door opened and a deranged John and Bobby entered the room. Caleb was at alert but Bobby calmed him down. "It was a curse. John had a hex bag in his shoe sole. We found and destroyed it." the older hunter explained. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how to excuse." John explained. "Don't tell me, tell your sons!" Caleb stated before he left the room to get some caffeine.

Two hours later all the hunters sat at Deans bed and watched over him when he starts to wake. "Let me explain to him. Maybe you should left the room." Caleb requested John. "No way. He is my son. I stay!" the older hunter explained. "Okay, then maybe you should take a step back." This time John did what younger man asked.

When Dean came around whit the nasal tube in his face he couldn't understand where he was. Caleb tried to explain but then John was too curios and came in his sons field of sight. It was then when Dean became nervous and tried to get away. No one could calm him down until Caleb grabbed his face in his hands an whispered: "It's okay Dean. He wouldn't come after you. I got your back. I got you!" And for the support he entered his friends mind and carried them away back to the ocean. "Dean! It's okay. Everything is okay. Nobody want's to hurt you. Nobody can hurt you here. Please, relax and let me explain." When Dean relaxed a little bit Caleb tried: "Your Dad was cursed. He was something like possessed. But it's gone now. He wouldn't do you any harm. He loves you. He's your dad again now. Not the monster that railed against you or that beat you during the last months. You remember this Minnesota hunt?" Dean looked disbelievingly at his friend but nodded. "The hunt went south and he was cursed. That's the reason why he hit you. That's the reason why he acted so weird. But now he is himself again and he loves you and he wouldn't take a hand against you." Caleb couldn't say anything more, brought them back to the hospital and let the space to the father and son. When Dean didn't flinch he thought that everything would be okay and gave the family a little bit more space but didn't leave the room.

After a really long explanation and many use of the word sorry a nurse could get the family to go to the motel until the next morning. When the brothers were alone in their room Sam started: "Dean, I'm so sorry for not finding out the reason. I should have known that Dad was cursed." "Not your fault. You couldn't know it." was the tired answer. "But at least I could have called Caleb." "Mh, maybe, but I had enough of the if and whens lately. All I want is to sleep for a week or so." "Okay, then rest well and have nice dreams." Sammy wished his brother. "Yeah. Hope so." and with that Dean was fast asleep.

When Sam awoke the next morning his brother was still asleep. So he straitened up in his bed and took a closer look at his brother. He saw the cut at his brow with the butterfly bandages and the wrapping around his chest. And he also saw the bandage around his brother's wrist. He tried to remember what Caleb told about the incident the day before. But as hard as he tried he couldn't remember him to say anything about broken or sprained wrists. So he decided to ask his brother who woke up just in this moment. "Good morning Dean." "Hmmmm..." "Did you slept well?" "Kind of..." Sam thought about to let his brother a little bit time to fully awake but he reckoned that his family would strode in soon. So he chose the direct way. 'Besides, there is no good time to ask him the question I'm about to ask.' So he started the conversation. "Can I ask you a question?" "Yeah." Dean rubbed his eyes and looked at his brother. "What's with your wrists?" "Dad got me." "No, Caleb told me what damage Dad did. And there was nothing with your arms." Dean sighed. "I got it hurt a few days ago when I was with Caleb." "How?" "I stumbled and fell." Sam mustered his brother's face. "No. Tell me the truth Dean, please." "I didn't lie." "Yes you did." "And you know that why...?" Dean asked slightly irritated. "Because you're my brother and I know when you are lying. So, what happened?" Dean sighed again. 'Am I this easy to see through?' He thought but gave in. His brother would find out anyway. "I slit it." When Sam didn't react he added: "On purpose." There it was, the truth about one of the darkest moments of his life and he couldn't look Sam in the eyes so he stared at his hands in his lap. After an eternity Sam asked: "But why?" He watched his older brother struggle with himself.

Dean tried to fight the single tear that wanted out but he failed miserably. The first one followed another and another until he cried open in front of his little brother. A thing that he never did - ever. "Sammy," Dean choked. "Sammy, I … he … I didn't know what else to do. I … he was right. I screwed up and as a result you got hurt. You almost died. And Dad was hurt too. And I couldn't help you. It was hospital-bad. And you didn't wake up and then Caleb brought me to Eureka. And ..." Dean cut of. "And the result was that you tried to kill yourself?" "Sammy..." "Don't Sammy me!" The younger Winchester was angry now. "You tried to leave me here with Dad? You betrayed me and your friends?" "I couldn't bare it anymore. I didn't want to hear again that I'm a failure. I always get the people hurt that I love most. You and Dad on our last hunt, Caleb a year ago, Bobby two years ago. I think that you were all better without me. And that's the reason why I'm gonna leave."

"NO!" was all that Sam could answer. At the look at his brothers face where the tears flowed now freely the younger brother climbed out of his bed. "What are you doing? Please stay in bed. I don't want to be responsible for anything that happens to you when you got out because of me. Dad would kill me." But before Sam could explain anything Dean added: "But maybe this is a good thing. So I cannot harm anyone." Dean was so devastated that he didn't bother to wipe away all the tears that stream down his face. Broken was the word that plopped up in Sams mind at the look at his brother. So he made it slowly over to his brother's bed and crawled in beside him. He slung his long arms around Deans shoulders and hugged him tight. "Please don't say this!" he begged. "This isn't you!" "Sam, the first time since … the accident … I'm myself. I can't do this anymore." "Yes you can. I know this is your life. You love it!" "But what is with you?" Now it was Sams turn to sigh. "You hate this. And you want to do anything else. You want to go to college and then you leave me here alone." "You always have Dad." "Yeah … But maybe you guys would be better without me." "What makes you think this?" "Sammy, please, you were around the last few months. I did everything wrong!" Dean almost screamed but didn't break the hug. He silently sobbed into his brothers shoulder now. "I almost got you both killed. You're better without me."

Sam sighed again and tried to collect himself for his next statement. "Dean, please, you have to believe me, okay?" After a moment that felt like an eternity Dean nodded into his shoulder. "You are the one and only anchor that this family have. Ever had. If it wasn't you who keeps us together we never would have come this far. You rescued me and Dad a thousand times from the supernatural and our self. And from another. You can't quit. We need you like the air that we breathe." "And nevertheless you will go to college." "Yes, but I'm only able to go because of you." "And that should help me why ..." Sam almost grinned at the comment. "Because you raised me to an independent person who always know what I want. And you always said to me that I can get anything that I want." "What a great job that I'd done." Dean sarcastically answered. Sam broke the hug at the statement of his brother and took his face in his hands. Slowly and carefully he wiped the tears away. "Dean, you always was more a father to me than Dad was. You gave me food, brought me to school, helped me with my homework, brought me to bed, read me fairy-tales. You watched over me when I was sick and you band-aided my bleeding knee when I fell. You was the one that always watched over me. You raised me and now I beg you to let me go like any other father let his kid go to college when it's time. It doesn't mean that we couldn't see each other. Far from it! I want you to come around from time to time. Think about all the college girls and what you could do with them." Sam grinned now at his big brother.

Dean looked Sam in the eyes. "Maybe you're right. It would be a lot of fun to blame you on campus." A grin crept on Deans face and it didn't take long to reach his eyes. "Thanks Sammy, I guess I needed this speech. And you should know that I love you. And I'm proud of you." "Love you too. And now we should go to sleep for another hour or two, I guess." "Yeah." But when Sam was about to leave his brothers bed Dean stopped him. "Sammy?" "Yeah?" "I know that you would blame this one on me for the rest of my life but … can you stay here a little bit?" "Sure" was all that Sam answered and Dean was already asleep and couldn't see the huge grin on his brothers face.

It felt like in the middle of the night when Caleb started with a groan to a sitting position in his bed. Then the vision caught him. He saw the brothers arm in arm talking before they fell asleep in each others arms. He got out of bed and woke up Bobby and John and begged them to go to the hospital. 'They should see this! Good to know that everything went right. I hope that it would be so for a while. We all need a break.' he thought and when they arrived Caleb could stop the other two men to storm into the room. "It was a little bit unfair to get you out of bed because of nothing but I thought you should see this." With that Caleb opened the door and let the others have a look at the brothers huddled together and peaceful sleeping ...

The End

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