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A/N: So I just graduated Wednesday! So now I have like a whole two months before I leave. I hope to update as much as possible and publish a lot of oneshots. Also I would like to thank you for the reviews last chapter, but I only received three and would love to see more; now enough with my rambling and on with the story.
*= from episode 7x11 Supernatural (Adventures in Babysitting)
Previously
"We'll see you soon Dean."
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"Good morning Rachel."
Bustling through her office door with a coffee cup in hand Dr. Cranston looked up, "Good morning Sarah sorry about weekend duty again. Any new patients?"
Typing into her computer the young assistant looked through the files and found a new one, "Yes. Dean Winchester. He was admitted yesterday after a suicide attempt which it looks like resulted in a month long coma."
Shaking her head Dr. Cranston set her purse and mug down on the desk across from her assistant, "How old?"
Wrinkling her eyebrows she paged through the electronic file before finding the info, "It looks like he just turned fifteen."
Sighing the brunette added, "I'll do my rounds. See if you can't print that out for me." She said grabbing her white lab coat and clipboard before walking out into the ward that was like a second home.
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Dean woke up with a gasp. Rocketing up and grabbing for his chest he couldn't remember what the dream was about but he could feel the terror and heartbreak clearly.
"Hey kid. What you in for?"
Looking over he saw who appeared to be his roommate sitting under the window lit up only by the street light from outside. The roommate looked to be older then he was, maybe earlier twenties and scruffy in scrubs.
He looked away again trying to get his breathing back in order before laying back down and closing his eyes trying to get back to sleep and settle the upset stomach he was nursing.
"You wanna play that way. Fine by me." He heard his roommate yell before he heard the rustling of sheets coming from the opposite bed. He laid in bed trying to figure out what he had done to deserve this from his brothers.
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He woke up again when he heard the click of the door and soft shoes squeak across the floor to his bed, "Time to wake up Dean. We are eating breakfast now and then you have a meeting with Dr. Cranston afterwards."
"Ohhh little Deanie has a meeting with the big dog. You must've been really naughty." He heard the other voice taunting him from the other half of the room.
"That's enough Frank. Why don't you head on down to breakfast you have occupational therapy afterwards."
Rolling over he opened his eyes and found a middle aged man standing by the foot of his bed. Sitting up only worsened the stomach ache and he clutched his stomach.
"Is your stomach bothering you?"
Shaking his head he uneasily pulled the covers back and tried to stand but nearly collapsed from his weak legs. He could barely remember the last time he walked. He felt the nurse catch his elbows before he could fall to the ground and ushered him to the bed, "Let me get you a wheelchair to get you to breakfast and then we can work on getting you up and around."
He nodded but looked down embarrassed at his hands that he kept loosely clutched to his stomach and squinted his eyes against the light that was starting to irritate his eyes.
A few minutes later the nurse was back helping him into the wheelchair and soon they were moving from the room, "I suppose you are probably wondering who I am."
No he wasn't actually he was just wondering how he got stuck here.
"My name's Benny and I'll be helping you out."
That's cool.
"Don't mind Frank. He's kind of an asshole, but he's a lifer. I'm sure once another room opens up they'll move you."
I'm pretty sure Frank just hates me.
"Looks like we got here just in time to pick out the best spots; I'll get you set up and then get your breakfast."
He watched in false satisfaction as he was moved through the small day room/cafeteria as other strange faces watched him. Finally Benny placed him near the window at a small table big enough to fit two, "Ok I'll be back."
He watched as the friendly nurse walked away towards the window handing out trays.
He looked back outside and saw it was snowing and he wondered what Sam was doing.
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It was noon before either Tony or Sam woke up and wandered into the kitchen.
"Morning Sam. Sleep well last night?" Tony asked as he made grilled cheese and tomato rice soup for their lunch. He stifled a yawn and rubbed wearily at his eyes. He had slept like shit last night. He couldn't stop thinking about Dean and wanted to know how he was doing.
"I didn't sleep well at all." Sam grumbled as he flopped down on the kitchen chair and leaned his head against one of his fists.
"Well we don't have anything going this weekend so after lunch why don't we have a movie marathon. You pick."
Sam sat a little straighter for that, "I would really like that."
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Coming back over to his young patient, Benny held a tray of what appeared to be eggs and toast, "Hey got you something good. What do you want to drink?"
Setting down the tray he turned to face Dean, but he didn't receive a reply and the teen continued to look outside at the busy city street that lay beneath the window. He rambled on, "Ok. I'll get something that I think you will like."
He came back a minute later with a glass of orange juice and sat across from the teen. He watched as the dull green eyes squinted against the bright light coming from outside and the slight hold he still had on his stomach, "You feeling alright kid? I can get you some medicine if you want. No use in suffering if you don't need to."
Dean didn't reply but shook his head before looking down at the rubbery looking eggs and soggy toast. He pushed it away before looking around the hall.
Benny had seen Dean's file when he was assigned to help him. The kid had been through a lot in his short life. Moving cross country every couple of months, losing both of his parents, being an unofficial caregiver for his younger brother, severely bullied. Kid had been to hell and back and damn it he looked the part. Dean seemed to lack the spark that was present in kids his age. He was pale, skinny with cheekbones and ribs sticking out at sharp angles, his eyes were dull as if they were dead. Looking from the small chest he saw Dean looking out the window, "You like that don't you? The snow."
He paused waiting for an answer but didn't get one.
"I'm a Louisiana boy born and bred. Never did like the nasty stuff."
He watched the teen continue to ignore him and saw the time realizing they had to leave soon, "I know the food doesn't look all that appetizing but you gotta eat it. At least take a bite for me?"
There had been a note in the file that said under no conditions was Dean allowed to miss meals, "Come on kid. Just a bite." He pushed the tray closer and hoped for the best.
Dean looked away from the window and took the glass of orange juice and sipped it until it was gone. Setting the glass back down he looked at Benny for confirmation.
Seeing he had at least gotten some much needed calories he nodded, "Good enough. Now let's get you to Dr. Cranston."
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Rachel Cranston stepped into the small office where she met with patients and made sure it was ready for her new patient, Dean.
She made sure the small couch was cleaned off and her chair was equally spaced from the couch so as not to scare the boy. Dean was the youngest patient on the ward and she was worried about the effect it would have on him and she wasn't really use to dealing with adolescents as she was more accustomed to adults.
Brought from her musings by a knock on the door and Sarah sticking her head in, "Benny is here with Dean."
Nodding her head and walking out the door to greet her favorite nurse and new patient, "Benny why don't you bring Dean in."
She watched as the nurse pushed the wheelchair into the room and helped settle Dean into the couch before following him out closing the door behind her, "Benny, is there anything I should know before going in there?"
"What do you know already Doc?"
"Previous suicide attempt. Catatonic state. He just lost his father a couple of months ago. Basically I know what you know. I also know that he isn't diagnosed yet." She answered watching the southern man as he shifted to lean against Sarah's desk, "Have there been any behaviors this morning that I should know about?"
"Been acting funny been holding his stomach and squinting like he's got a headache or something. Didn't eat at breakfast and only drank his orange juice."
Rachel sighed but nodded in answer, "Alright thank you Benny."
Watching as Benny tried to leave she called out, "Take the wheelchair. He'll be walking by the time you get back."
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"Dean. How are you feeling?" Rachel asked as he sat herself down in the comfy armchair she occupied in her sessions. She found in comfortable settings like this her patients found it easier to open up.
"I heard that you weren't feeling well during breakfast when Benny brought you down? Do you feel sick?" She asked bringing her clipboard and started making a list of possible symptoms and she already had a few possible ideas of what could be affecting the teen but she wasn't going to be making any final decisions until she was sure.
Dean sat watching her or rather looking at the painting above her head but he didn't make an attempt at conversation, "I suppose I should have introduced myself first. My name is Dr. Cranston and I want you to be able to talk to me. Would it make you feel better to call me Rachel?" She asked in hopes of getting some kind of reaction from the boy.
He shook his head before his eyes strayed towards the window.
"I'm worried Dean. If you aren't feeling well then I want to help you. Are your stomach and head bothering you? I can get you some Tylenol if they are."
When she didn't receive an answer for medicine she figured it was just a symptom of the depression, it wasn't all that uncommon for people to suffer from nausea and pain.
"Why did Benny bring you in a wheelchair? Can you walk?" She asked because she hadn't seen any notes about paralysis.
He nodded his head and stood up on shaky legs to demonstrate that he was capable of movement and walked over to the window.
He must have been too shaky this morning to walk down to breakfast, "You like looking outside don't you? Do you do any sports outside? Does your brother take you camping?" She asked getting up to walk across the room to stand a safe distance from the boy.
It was silent for a minute before she asked, "Do you remember what happened Dean?"
He froze before he shook his head and looked at her with lifeless eyes.
"You tried to kill yourself Dean. Luckily your brother found you in time-"As she said this she finally got a reaction from Dean but not one even close to what she was hoping.
At the mention of his brother Dean freaked out. He started for the door and tried to pull on the locked door. Scrambling to get the door open, scrapping nails against the hard wood and prying into the edges of the door.
She quickly went into motion and started to pull Dean away from the door and lowered him to the couch, but he was still struggling fear clear in his eyes, "I need you to calm down or otherwise I'm gonna have to have you taken back to your room."
He didn't calm down completely, but he stilled some. She continued after that, "Tony found you and brought you here. You almost died."
After Rachel finished taking she felt him relax completely, "Your brothers' love you and that's why you're here. They only want what is best for you. They just want to help you."
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He had been with Dr. Cranston all day. Benny was leading him back to his room after he had managed to get a granola bar for supper as the kitchen area had closed hours earlier.
He had been so scared when he had found out his brother had found him. He remembered hazy thoughts of wanting to be by himself and not wanting anyone to be there. He was so scared he would have permanently scared Sam for life if had seen him nearly dead on the floor.
"Well kiddo this is where I leave. I'll see you tomorrow."
Looking up he saw Benny holding his door open for him and he slipped through listening as the door clicked shut behind him. He wandered over to his bed and lay down and pulled the hospital blanket close trying to ward off the cold filling the room. He missed his brothers and Gibbs and the team. He just wanted to go back.
"Hey kid. How you doing?"
He didn't want to see Frank. He didn't want to hear Frank. Maybe if he just ignored him he would go away.
"I'm talking to you kid. I'm only trying to help you."
Letting a seed of doubt grow in his brain he turned over and snuggled deeper into his pillows and blanket watching his roommate as he sat on the edge of his own bed.
"I know we didn't start that great, but life isn't always great," He saw the figure rise and stalk closer to the bed, "I'm going to give you some advice: get over it. I don't know why you are here, but just get over it. Decide to be fine till the end of the week. Make yourself smile because you're alive and that's your job. And do it again the next week.*"
He closed his eyes and let it sink in. Could he just 'get over' the death of his father? Could he just 'get over' everything that had happened to him? He wasn't so sure. He didn't know if he could and he wasn't so sure he was willing to try because he didn't want to forget two of the people he loved most in the world.
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Rachel sighed as she sat down at her desk and switched on the desk lamp. It was nearing midnight and she had just finished her first session with Dean. He hadn't said a word, but she couldn't help but pepper the boy with questions trying to figure out how she could help him. She had come up with two diagnoses, but she needed to get a statement from Tony.
Picking up her phone she quickly dialed the number on file and let the phone ring into her ear before she heard a muffled voice on the other end, "Hello?"
Sitting up straighter she pulled her clipboard closer, "Yes, hello. This is Dr. Rachel Cranston and I'm sorry for the late hour, but I have some questions regarding the treatment of Dean Winchester. That is your brother correct?"
"Rachel Cranston?" She heard the puzzled and somewhat sleepy voice question from the other side.
"Yes. Do I know you?" She couldn't remember ever meeting a Tony Winchester.
"I work with your sister Caitlyn Todd. I actually made an appointment with you for Dean back before the incident."
She smiled, "It's a small world after all."
"So what did you want to know about my brother?"
"I just need to know how he was acting until his attempt. Include anything you feel is important." She waited until she could hear the man on the other side starting to talk and leaned back taking the occasional note.
This case was going to be hard to crack, but Dean was worth it.
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I promise Dean will talk next chapter.