Here is chapter six in it's all glory. I wanted to have this done earlier this week but I've been busy so sorry that it took so long to update. So again thanks for the reviews, likes and followers. Tell me what you think and don't forget to tell me your opinion obout this chapter or about this whole mess I've cooked up.
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We walk through the doors of ER me first Michael right behind me. Dad's expression is unreadable there is mix of rage, disappointment, worry and fear? There is a growing lump in my throat. Oh my freaking god, why do I always mess up like this. I wish Sam would be here. The geeky college boy would know what to do. Dad hauls towards me pulling me into a hug. "Dad, woah, what", I stumble with my words. Dad pulls away but still keeps hold on my hand. "Dean don't you EVER do this again to me or Sammy", Dad says voice small but full of rage. "You hear me BOY?". I nod and silently say,"Yes sir.". Dad eye's at me and after a minute he says softly," Let's get you checked out, okay kiddo?". I nod and I get led into a small examination room.
It appears that I am suffering for severe dehydration even though I drank three bottles water in a row but apparently it does not fix the amount water I've would've needed in three days that I slept (they don't know that yet). And I have lost weight with my puking spree and that's pretty much all. I think they are more concerned of my mental state now that it seems that I am physically okay, well not okay but not on verge of dying or something. Like I'd stay dead anyway.
I still got no idea how to explain my little adventure while dad and Sam as gone. So I've just stayed quiet when I've been asked where I was for at least three days. "Dean could you please tell me where you went for three days?", Michael asks me almost frustrated. 'More like a week', I think. "You were gone a week?", Michael says eye's widening. WHAT did I say that out loud, shit. "Umm, I guess", I whisper. "Okay wanna know why I was gone for a week?", I say little bit louder than before. Michael I just nod's so I can continue. "I wanted to you know do some wandering around, with out someone breathing on my neck all the time.", I say trying to figure out what say next," And I don't really know but umm", Shit what do I say. What do I say?!
"Okay, why didn't you take your medication with you? Or any change of clothes? Why did you just went out without anything with you Dean.", Michael asks with expression which is easily translated as 'trust me', "That is what worries us Dean. You just got out with nothing with you and came back after a week almost dead on your feet.". Woah man, that doc can make me feel guilty about going. Well actually I am feeling guilty about going and making Sam and dad worry because of a fucking unicorn book. Well, he makes me feel more quilty. "I went to my uncle Bobby's", I say deciding to tell the 'truth' where I was but not in hundred years I am going to tell why I was there. "And where exactly this uncle Bobby lives?", Michael asks. "Umm in Shout Dakota", Michael's eyes widen, "Can he confirm that you were there?", he asks and I nod for an answer. "And I didn't have my medication with me because I simply forgot to take it with me okay?", I say pleading in my mind him to believe me.
Michael goes outside the room leaving me alone to go to talk my dad. I decide to eavesdrop. "Dean says he was at this guy house umm, Uncle Bobby's?", I hear Michael say, "You know him?", "Yeah, yeah I know him alright", I hear dad answer him. "So I think I should call him to ask why in the hell he didn't tell Dean was there in the first place." I hear dad dialing a number and hearing how he puts it on speaker.
"Singer's salvage yard.", I hear Bobby's voice saying grumpily on the phone. "Hey Bobby is John I need to know was Dean staying at your house for the past week?", John says aqitated. "Yeah, well I'm not sure all week because he was gone before I came back from hunt", God damn it Bobby why wouldn't you just say that I was there all week with you. "But yeah did he find what he needed from that time traveling book I gave him?", Bobby says clearly forgotten our agreement not to tell my dad. Was there even an agreement?, gosh I don't remember, fuck. "Tell that kiddo I need it back and John why are you asking, he hasn't gotten in any trouble has he?", Bobby says worry clear in his voice. Shit, shit, SHIT. Now they won't believe me. I think I'm gonna die. I'm so gonna die.
"Time traveling book?", John asks sadly. "Yup", Bobby say's, "But hey John I gotta go now, take care of those boys will ya?". The phone call ended. I can feel how my heart rate picks up. Panic consuming me. What do I do? What the fuck do I do. I look around the room and to my bad luck I see that it is impossible to escape from here. If it were just Michael behind the door it'll be easy as riding a bike but with dad behind the door I'm trapped.
I try to eavesdrop again. "I can't sent him back in there Michael I can't", I hear John whisper, "I saw what it did to him and and I can't do that to him again I can't." Thanks to the lord and all mighty forces that dad doesn't want to sent me back to the nutvillage. "I understand your view John but he is danger to himself and best place to him would be in a institution", I hear Michael state sadly. No, no, NO Michael you don't turn my father against me. You won't!
"Institutionalised? No! I'll take him home and watch after him 24/7 myself is I have to.", John says firmly. I smirk because I know that dad's head won't be changed easily when his mind is set on something. "John", Michael starts but dad interrupts him."No that's final, you give me all med's and advisory that I need and I take my son home!". "Alright, alright John at least I can't say I didn't try", I hear Michael mumble. YES! No more mental hospitals. I want to kiss dad. Gosh, I was so afraid that dad'll ship me off like some nutcase.
The doorknob went down causing my stomach to drop. I know I won't be sent away but still I don't want to see the disappontment I can already imagine dad's wearing. I sit down on the hospital bed or actually I think it is a table. "Dean I called Bobby and he told me the reason why you were there", Dad says softly but clearly saying it like he would if I were a five-year-old. What do I say to that. I don't really have anything to say anything. "You are staying here for the night but tomorrow we'll head home okay bud?", he continues still talking to me like I'm five. "Yeah", I say with a small voice.
"Obliviously the last anti-psychotics didn't work for Dean so we'll have to try other ones", Michael says to dad like I'm not in the room. Dad nods. "We get them started right away and I have to keep having the weekly therapy sessions included with group therapy", Michael continues. Group therapy, hell no. It was worthless when I was with the psychos and it'll be worthless now. But I know I have to go. I know that I cannot not go because dad'll make me. Shit, fuck. My luck is just so freaking fantastic.
So the night went on me being dosed up with med's and sedatives after we had a long talk with Michael. With I mean dad and me. So know they think I'm more crazy than before. Yay. And more crazy I mean I tried to convince dad that I was from future and all but he was having none of it. I really didn't care what I let out of my mouth because hey they though I was already on my way to the one flew over the cuckoo's nest so why in the hell sugarcoat it. He was just looking at me really sadly which broke my hear a little. He really thinks that I am just whack job and talking nonsense. I wonder if I wouldn't have woken up in hospital wrists slit would've dad believed me? Or would've he just sent me on psych evalution or something. I'd like to think he would have believed me but well I don't know. It was just my luck to wake up in a fucking suicide watch.
You'd think that sedatives would knock you out for good but they just made me really uncomfortable. And I saw a dream of Sam, finally. This time Sam didn't have a message for me like the last times 'Go to Bobby's' thingy. I just saw him doing research on the same fucking unicorn book that I read at Bobby's. I wanted to laugh and mock him. I wanted to tell him that there is no use to translate it because all you know in the end of it, is how to capture a unicorn. But hey I got an idea maybe when I get back to the future me and Sammy can become unicorn hunters and create a black market where we sell them to big bad guys. What an idea. Maybe I should suggest that to him. Can this drug have an effect on the way you think in dreams cause I'm dreaming and at the same time I'm high. Hunting unicorns, selling em, the family business. I laugh. Can you laugh in a dream? No? Well I just did.
It's a noon when dad comes to get me. He has a back full of my med's and a nice thick stack of papers all about ensuring my safety and how to deal with me. "Let's go home kiddo", Dad says softly. Please don't treat me like a kid dad.
The car ride when quickly but in a sad tense silence. When we got to the apartment I realize that Sammy isn't there. "Where's Sammy?", I ask from dad. He looks at me a second and answers, "At school, he'll be back around two", "Oh yeah right, it's Monday", I say with a chuckle.
"Dad", I start getting his attention ,"Umm, can we talk?", We sit down around the kitchen table, "What's up kid?", Dad asks probably waiting and expecting the insane talk. "I know you don't believe me dad and I understand why", I chuckle, "If I were you I wouldn't believe me either but", I ran my hand across my face, "But dad we're not normal people, we hunt monsters for living so why is it so hard to believe that some time traveling is possible?". Dad's face get's sadder. Please stop pitying me. Stop it."Dad please, I have to get back there cause Sam is out there all alone in a wrecked world", my voice cracks, "There is no one there with him, no one there for him, dad everyones gone and I can't do that to him dad , I can't.", "You know the day when mommy died you told me to get Sammy out of the house, that day I knew he was my responsibility, that day I promised him that I'll keep him safe, that I won't ever leave him and now I am breaking that promise because his all alone and fragile." I inhale, "I've screwed up so, so fucking many times dad that you'd probably hate me if you'd hear all of it. But now I need you to believe me, now I need you to help me get to Sammy. I need to go and save the world I broke with my selfish actions.", I am sobbing now like a baby but I don't find myself caring.
Dad comes and takes me into a hug. I'm crying my eyes out. I'm exhausted and wanting so much him to trust me, have some faith. He rubs my back and eventually I calm down. God I'm such a baby in a age of forty. Sam would never let this go. "Dean, I'm sorry but I can't, I just can't believe you on this", Dad says making the man who sometimes seems to be hard as a rock to be more like chubby man with a toy pony collection. I chuckle at the tought dad as a chubby toy pony collector. Dad ignores my chuckle and continues. "You can't believe how much I want to believe you on this kiddo.", "Then believe me dad", I say that quiet I was surprised that dad even heard me.
Sammy came home a little bit after two launching himself towards me giving me a hug. I saw dad giving him a warning look but I hugged him even tighter when Sammy hesitaded. Does dad really think that hugs are gonna kill me.
We ate spaghetti o's for dinner and let me say I never ever get bored of Sammy's rambling. "Want to know funny fact shortie?", I say to Sammy smirking. "I'm not short but yeah shoot", Sammy says clearly not annoyed of the fact that I called him shortie. "Well as I hate to admid this but you are actually going to be a lot taller than me when we're older", I say seeing Sammy's eyes widen."Really? How'd you know?", Sam asks earning a warning look from dad. Me being me and pressuring on it I say, "Well Sammy boy, did ya forgot I am from future?", I say flatly, "You're gonna be a giant", I smile.
During the day I notice that the knives from kitchens has made themself invisible, the front door has gotten an extra lock. And I can only imagine what other safety things dad's going to install because of me. "Dad when I'm gonna go back to school?", I ask as I realize that Sammy's doing homework. All I get from dad is a shrug and 'don't worry about it'. Yeah dad I wouldn't worry about it but in hell I'm staying cooped up in this apartment every day or I'll lose my sanity.
In the end of the day I take a shower in the lovely lockless bathroom. I wash my face realizing that I should shave a bit and after not finding any razors I shout dad to give me one. And ladies and gentlemen what did mighty John Winchester give me. Well he gave me a safety razor. "Dad what is this?", I ask looking at the razor like it's from space or something. "It's a safety razor", he says like it's just a regular thing to say. "A safety razor?", I ask dumbly. I want to ask him why in the hell do I need a fucking safety razor but I keep my mouth shut.
That night I decide to pray. "Castiel I know you don't know me just yet but in future we will be like best friends," I smile, "I just want to warn you that I'm gonna get your ass summonded soon if I don't get my dad on my side. I don't know though how I am going to summond you because you haven't taken the Novak guy to be your vessel yet but I think'll you'll figure it out", I chuckle, "Night Cas, hope you have fun in heaven, following the rules like a good little soldier you are."
I get weird glances from dad and Sam but I ignore them. Falling into a pleasant dream.
So I noticed that I had a couple mistakes here when I re-read this after posting. So sorry if you get another email or smt because of I fixed em. But yeah remember to tell me about any mistakes I make. Thanks!