Chapter 14! I don't know what to say, I don't know do I like this chapter or not but I hope you do. But yeah here you go.
Warnings: Mentions of suicide.
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My heart sinks. Dad left town. Dad left town, I hear my self laugh. He finally had enough. I can't be too surprised that dad got off on to the road. It's not in his nature to stay still when there are monsters to kill. Even though I feel like shit, I understand that this was the last drop, dad couldn't take this shit anymore. I get it, I do. I wonder what did he say to Sam or did he just tell him to back his packs and wait in the car. I hope that they would've said goodbye. "Dad left town, when?", I say voice shaking. Michael has a concerned frown, "Apparently he took of the night you came here into the hospital", Michael says carefully. "Okay.", I says silently. I hurts but I'm not gonna swim in self pity longer than I have to. "You seem pretty okay with the news.", Roger says eyes searching. I huff, "Well to be honest, I am surprised it took him this long to leave.", "It sucks but I knew it would've happened one day.", I say with a sad smile.
The doctors look at me puzzled,"You knew he would leave?", I Michael asks warily, sparing a glance to Roger. I nod, "The world doesn't get saved on it's own.", I say just making the shrinks even more confused than they were. "Saved?", Roger pushes. I can feel my lips curve into a grin, "He saves people.", I say. "From what?", Michael looks straight into my eyes. "From the things that hide in the shadows.", I say dropping the bomb I have kept inside all of the time I've been here. Even tough I last time told them, told myself that I wouldn't tell them what's really going on but dad left, I don't really find myself caring do they know or not.
"Your father hunts monsters?", Michael asks voice calm. "My father, me and Sammy.", I say staring at my hands. There are white bandages on both of wrists, covering the ugly stitches underneath . There'll be nice scars when the wounds would be fully healed. "It's kinda you know, a family business", I say looking up from my arms. "Why didn't your dad say anything about this?", Roger says eyes clear with curiosity.
"Well I have pretty clear picture that he would've found his way into a place like this after a reveal like that.", I say chuckling. Roger just nods but then Michael has a question. "But if you hunt monsters then why are you here Dean, why didn't your dad just take you with him and leave?"
I feel my insides go cold, I swallow. "Well apparently time traveling and angels were a bit too much.", "Why didn't your spell work?", Michael asks making me surprised with the question. "I don't know.", I say looking at Michael straight into his eyes. "I don't know what went wrong and why it didn't work, because it was supposed to.", I continue silently. I see from the corner of my that Roger makes notes. "Did someone tell you to do the spell, Dean?", he asks. "Well yeah Cas did.", I say looking at my hands again. "He said it'll work but clearly it didn't", I say bitterly. "Fucking angel." I see Roger looking at me amused. "What?", I spat.
"Nothing, I just it's weird seeing someone curse to angels and call God a dick", Roger says with a chuckle, " people with religious tendencies in schizophrenia usually adore God and angels but you clearly don't.", I just look at him tiredly. "Well I'm not like everyone else, you see, even in the schizophrenia world I'm my own special little butterfly", I say sarcastically. "We've noticed.", Michael says eyes on the note pad in his hands. "You know what, I used to think that angels, God, heaven and all that is just crap.", I say after a minute of silence. "What changed your mind?", both shrinks says at the same time. "Well seeing is believing, right.", I chuckle, "And Castiel kept screaming with his angelic voice breaking windows until the idiot figured that I couldn't understand him.", "But still even though they exist they are still full of crap, so my line of thought was never wrong, I just know more now.", I say. Gosh Cas where are you. "Interesting", Roger says clearly unintentionally. I just close my eyes, yeah interesting is one word to describe it.
I have been here for about a week and everything has been normal, well as much as close to normality you can get in a psych ward. But one thing has been bugging me out, no two things. Or actually hundred things is close to the truth but let's stay in the two. The first thing is that here is some serious electrical problems or they are something entirely else going on. I think it is the latter because two suicides in a week can't be coincidence even though we are in a mental hospital. I'm going to snoop around bit, find out what am I hunting. I'm kind of excited to get to hunt something even though it is probably just a plain old ghost in the need to move on.
And the second thing which had been bothering me is that I haven't gotten any medication, nothing. It's not like I'm complaining or anything because I'm more light headed and all. I maybe should ask about it but I'm kind of scared that if I do ask about it they will start pumping me up full of meds. I am in the day room once again, watching TV to kill time.
"Get off of me!", I hear a scream behind me, "You don't fucking understand!", I turn around and see a boy trying to fight off some nurses. "What's wrong honey?", One of the female nurses says shootingly. The boy is pale and trembling, "No, no, NO!", He shakes his head, tears falling down his cheeks. The nurses try to calm him unsuccessfully. "Wren was here.", The boy says through a sob. They sedate him and the scene is over. Now I'm pretty sure that yes, indeed we have ghost here.
Wren by rumors killed himself three months ago.