disclaimer- i get that a lot of people do not like that I am not telling you what is wrong with Dean. I am going to do it soon, i promise.
Just to clarify: this is not a death fic!!
Usual Disclaimer: i own nothing.
chapter 23
"Sam does not know this," Dean asked, trying to keep his mind off his own thoughts. Pastor Jim nodded. He looked troubled for a second. He bit his lip and brought his hand up
from his lap to rest on Deans bedside.
"I think, and your daddy does too, that it would be best for the common good if your brother does not know how close he came to dying." Pastor Jim shot Sam a guilty glance, as if
Sam could overhear him. Sam lay sleeping, overcome with the affects of the sedative.
"That 'common good' is really beginning to annoy me." Dean said lightly. There was a hint of sadness in his voice. Jim noticed and squeezed Dean's hand gently.
"Still, I agree with your logic. No one should be burdened with something like that, not him and especially not now."
Dean looked over to Sam. He searched his face and found it void of the sadness that had been all too evident for the last few weeks. Sleeping on the bed, Sam just looked
peaceful. Dean was glad.
"Jessica? His girlfriend?" Dean nodded as an answer. "How is he-"
"Jim," interrupted John suddenly. Dean felt his heart flutter slightly. John had scared him as he had not heard him coming back. He looked grim. But he looked determined. "Could I
have a minute with my son?"
"Of course." Pastor Jim got up immediately. He gave Dean a small smile before moving off. John sat into the seat Jim had just vacated. He did not say anything for a second. He
contented himself with looking at his son. Dean could feel himself squirming under his gaze. He felt like a kid who'd just been caught with his hand in a cookie jar. As the seconds
passed Dean felt himself willing the man to talk and break the silence.
"A wendigo, huh?" John asked casually. Dean got the feeling that his father was keeping something back. He had stormed off and now he was back, wanting a chat. Either that, or
his dad was possessed. He considered saying Christo for a second and ruled it out. It would probably piss his dad off even more. So, he decided on a more subtle move, he would
play along and see were it took him.
"Yeah." Dean nodded.
"What else did you boys hunt?"
"A woman in white and the ghost of a little kid who liked to drown people." Dean answered simply. He refused to elaborate, wanting his father to get to the point. "Why?"
"Just wondered," JOhn shrugged. Dean nodded, suspicious. He watched John for a second. The man seemed relaxed and upbeat. "I was just making conversation."
"Dad, you do not make ocnversation. What is up?" Dean asked, seriously.
JOhn laughed softly. He lowered his head and looked back at Dean. "I'm pissed off Dean and I am trying to calm down before I do or say something I regret."
"Why are you upset?" Dean wondered if he would regret that question later.
"You lied to me Dean 'it is just a bad reaction with the drugs they were pumping into me, combined with some infection. He said antibiotics would fix it up'. I am not stupid enough
to swallow that." John uttered. He watched Dean for a reaction. Dean stared blankly, not expecting the blow to come in this form. He was aware that his dad was watching him. He
was also aware that he needed to be extremely careful in his reaction.
Dean ignored his own fluttering heart. "Why would I lie!?"
"I have no idea. That is what scares me."
"Listen dad. That is what the doc told me. I am not lying. Believe me." Deans voice was expressive.
"Maybe we should call the doctor over, just to clarify things." John said innocently, watching Dean for a reaction.