Here ya go chapter 13 in it's all glory. I'm sorry it took so long to do this but I simply haven't had time to do this and to be honest I got a writersblock. I'm not sure is this a good chapter but I hope you like it anyways.
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Warnings: Nope nothing to warn about.
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I wake up in a bed which is kind of weird because I am pretty sure that I fell asleep against the wall. I shrug, does it really matter, I have bigger things to worry about, like what the fuck is going on. I am still attached to an IV and as much as I'd like to take it off, I wont. I know that I am still weak so I don't want to pass out or anything. I know that I am in the psych ward and let me say it sucks. I'd like to be angry, throw some stuff around, scream a bit but like it would change anything. This situation is one of the worst things that could've happened. Because I would've handled dying but being in a psychiatric hospital for the third time in my life, I just can't. The first time was okay and manageable because Sam was with me and we were there on a hunt but now and the last time there are no Sam's with me no nothing. Being a Winchester sucks.
"Good morning Dean how did you sleep?", the nurse from the last time I was here comes trough the door big goofy smile plastered on his face. God what was his name? "Fine, I guess?", I say voice dry. "Well that's good. You ready to get up and eat something?", he asks and now I remember why I liked this guy, he was always so nice and he didn't treat me like I was some kind of nutjob, he treated me like we we're in a school or something instead of a pshyc ward. I kind of wish it were. It would be a lot of easier. I just nod and we slowly make our way to the cafeteria. He sits with me while I eat and we don't really talk. "So are you my babysitter or what now?", I say bitterly. "Something like that", he says smile playing in his face, of course, his name is Thomas I suddenly remember, he told me his name when I showered for the first time when I came here. "How long?", I ask, mouth full of the weird wanna-be-potatoes. "How long I'm going to be your personal babysitter?", Thomas says eyes challenging. I nod. "Dunno, probably a week, maybe two", he says and smiles, "I am pretty sure it just all depends on you." I just shrug, well if it would depend on me I would be kicking Castiels ass right now.
"So has anything exciting happened while I was gone?", I ask out of boredom. Thomas seems to think about it but then I see him decide not to say anything and he just says: "Nothing worth to mention for." So something really happened here, and I'm gonna find out what. Not that I am really interested but just to kill time. "Yeah right.", I say with a shrug.
The day went on like it went when I was last time here expect now I have a babysitter tailing me and watching every move I make. Oh my god I am so bored. The people are the same with couple new ones and I think that at least one is gone so there is not much strangers. Not like I got to know anyone while I was here but now that I'm back I actually got couple 'hey mans' and high fives. I don't really think that getting back to a mental hospital is a situation where people should be giving high fives to each other but I went with it.
"Dean.", Thomas says taking my attention from a nature document I was watching just to kill time. "You have a session with Dr. Lawson and Dr. Swerd in five minutes.", I look up to him. "Dr. Swerd?", I say questioning cause who the fuck is that. "He is working now on your case with doctor Lawson.", Thomas says dully. Oh great now I am getting fucking shrinked by two shrinks instead of one. Great my life is getting better and better every minute.
"You know I feel really uncomfortable you staring me like that", I say when I sit in front of two shrinks. They just sit quietly both looking at me like I am something from outer space. Well I guess to them I am some kind of alien. "Are you doing this on purpose?", I say after couple of minutes, Michael doesn't react but the other man quirks his eyebrow,"you know making me uncomfortable?", I say looking straight at Michael. "No.", the other shrink, Dr. Swerd I recall says. "Whats your name?", I ask from him. "Roger Swerd.", he says, writing something down.
Well then. The shrinks are quiet, I am quiet and it's killing me as I am not the most patient person in the world. Why they won't get to the fucking point of this. And like an answer to my prayers Michael starts speaking, "We are trying to figure you out.", I feel my eyebrow going up, they are trying figure me out, I let out a dry laugh. Michael takes a deep breath and asks, "So how does it feel to be back?" I shrug, "Great, love to be back", I say voice full of venom. I know that it's no their fault but I can't help feeling pissed off.
"Dean we just can't figure you out to be honest", Roger says kindly, "you show all the symptoms of schizophrenia but you are too functioning.". "Well ever thought about of the possibility that I don't have schizophrenia?", I ask curious of their answer. The shrinks writes something down and Michael speaks up again, "What I saw on our car trip convinced me even more that indeed you have a schizophrenia", Michael brushes his hands together, "you were talking to Castiel right? Where is he?", "Good question, that's what I want to know too.", I say it pointing it to Castiel.
"So you don't know where he is?", Roger asks voice implying 'trust me'. "Nope", I say popping the p. "Dean we want that you are completely honest with us from now on, no lies, nothing", he says with an authority. "And why would I do that?", I ask, "Why would I be honest?". Michael studies me, "Why wouldn't you be?". "Cause gentlemen I don't want to spend rest of my life inside padded walls, okay?", I look at them with seriousness. "Meaning?", Roger asks. "Angels and time traveling are just a scratch from the surface, hell if I think about it, those are not even the craziest things that has happened to me."
"So you're saying that there is a lot of more going on", Michael asks voice sincere. "Yeah", I say tiredly and wipe my face with my hand. "But I already said to much, when can I leave?", I am so sick of this. "You can leave when we get on bottom of this and find the right ways to make you better.", Michael says quickly. "I meant when I can leave to my room but yeah it is nice to know that I am gonna be stuck here for awhile.", I say sarcastically. "Seriously can I go? I am still fucking tired from the blood loss I suffered not so long ago."
Both doctors looks at me shocked, "What, do I got something on my face?", C'moon let me fucking go. Michael coughs and just says, "Yeah sure you can go." As I leave the room I can hear how Michael and Roger starts chat vividly. Fuck my life. "Hey Thomas, I gotta take a nap.", I say when I see Thomas leaning against a wall. "You need a nap? Last time you were here I recall you saying something like Winchesters don't do napping.", he says huge grin plastered on his face. "Oh shut up.", I say with a small smile, I'm too tired to do anything else.
I feel like I am starting to lose pieces from my memory. Memory from the time when I was really eighteen. I don't have the memory of me getting the impala for my 18th birthday. That's not a memory anymore, I just know that's what happened but then again it didn't. I'm starting to think that me being here is chancing the plot of my life. Maybe that's what Sam meant by saying that the memories are changing. But how, why? Really I don' care if I end up with two sets of memories but what if everyone else forgets the original memories. What if me being here changes everything.
I'm sitting on my bed thinking, tiredness forgotten, replaced by worry. My head throbs and it feels like I have thousand needles poked into my skull. I gasp for breath.
I see Sam sitting on a chair eyes focused on a laptop. Why does he look so normal? His phone rings and he picks it up, "I don't know, it's like he just disappeared.", Sam says with a frown. "Dad, I know, I know, okay , yeah see you then.", The phone call ends. Sam stands up and walks over a fridge and says with a sight, "Were are you Dean?". The vision ends.
What the fuck. What an actual fuck is going on. And Dad? Dads not even alive anymore. It strucks me. The future has changed. God damn it the future has changed. I can't breath. I feel something getting up my throath and I end up puking my guts out. Nurses come in. "Don't touch me.", I whisper when they try to get me moving. But they don't listen. They don't listen my pleads to leave me alone. They don't understand that I don't want them here or if they do they don't care. I feel the memories fade even more, like the future doesn't even exist. I feel tears go down my cheeks, I feel lost. I am lost.
"Castiel. I've tried to scream to get your attention but you won't answer. Please I need you. Something is wrong. Something is wrong Cas and I don't know how to fix it. The future has changed, the future is different. I saw Sam Cas. He, he was umm he looked different, more alive I guess. I hate to admit this but I'm scared, I'm so afraid that I can't go back. And I'm scared that if I do get back, that the world I left is not the same. Please help me Castiel.", I mumble silently as I feel a pinch of a needle. My vision gets dark and I fall asleep as the sedatives kick in.
I wake up headache pulsing painfully. I want to close my eyes and fall back asleep but I force myself to get up on a sitting position. My vision is blurry and spotty because I got up too fast but I don't care. I don't care anymore. I don't even know what to think. I don't want to think. I put my head into my hands wiping the tears that are threatening to come. "Are you crying?", I hear a young voice asking a little bit mockingly. I look up and see a boy who can't be more than sixteen. "Uh, no the headache makes my eyes watery", I blurt out. "Yeah sure", the boy says and drops on the bed next to me. "You caused nice scene yesterday.", he says looking at my reaction, has the day already changed?. "Oh well, someone had to.", I say biting my lip. "You know you could ask some pain med's for that.", the boy says clearly seeing the pain I'm in. "Yeah well we'll see", I mumble.
The boy gets up and looks at me expectantly, "Wanna come eat with me?", "Sure", I say to the kid and follow him with slow steps to the cafeteria. We eat in silence and I see Thomas looking at me surprised. Apparently they didn't think I was going to get up for breakfast. I eat slowly and see that the boy only eats couple of bites and seems to be finished. "You're not hungry?", I ask looking pointedly at the boy. "No uh, I don't really like eating", he says with a shrug. I just nod, the boy is just utterly weird. As I am done the boy gets up and takes a grasp from my wrist and leads me to the day room. Gosh he is really weird. "Want to play a game?", he asks excitely. I just nod which causes my vision to go black for a second. "You okay man?", the kid asks. "Yeah, yeah, just hold on a sec.", I hear myself saying. I regain my vision and sit down and start playing monopoly with the kid.
"How do we play this?", I ask looking at the board. The kid's jaw drops, "You have never played monopoly?", he asks horrified. I shake my head, no."Seriously?", he asks voice high, I nod, "Have you lived in a box or something, okay let me explain it to you." The kid explains the game to me and we start playing and let me say it's not the worst game I've played.
We play and the kid ends up winning. And actually I'm glad he did because he got all happy, so if me losing makes someone else's life less miserable then I'm all in. I see Thomas looking at us smiling. The boy glances at a clock and says, "Oh I gotta go, my therapy session is starting, see ya", I don't even have time to say bye because the boy is gone so quickly.
It was nice to have something else to think about for awhile but now I'm again all alone with my thoughts. I walk back and worth in the day room trying to figure out what to do but my mind is blank. I really would like to know where Castiel is but there has been no sing of him yet.
My therapy session starts again and I decide ask something I just now realized. Dad hasn't visited. "Umm do you know when my dad is coming to see me?", I ask warily. Michael's face gets a shade paler, "Dean, I don't now how to say this.", he mumbles making my heart race. "Say what?", I ask voice raising.
"Dean, your father left the town".