Shattered
Synopsis: Dean overhears a conversation between his father and Bobby that wasn't meant for him. Will John and Sam be able to figure out what's wrong with Dean in time? Will his stubbornness hurt him? Dean!Whump, John&Sam Angst!
Setting: Pre-series. Just outside of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Dean is 14 and Sam is 10.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all associated content belong to Eric Kripke and the CW. If I owned the boys well….I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
A/N: Guys! Thank you so much for the amazing reviews/follows/+ Faves! No beta just me ^.^ mistakes are my own. So I took a little twist with this and…it's going to be a love or hate for you guys and I'm sorry but I'm writing this one for me. I miss Papa John!
"You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control."
― Megan Chance
John glanced down at his watch and saw that it was 8:15AM, he knew they were being discharged soon and couldn't wait to get out of this place.
Ever since Mary's death the places had creeped him out, but when anyone's life was in danger he didn't mess around; especially when it came to the boys.
After he and Dean had a long talk the night before John was hopeful that things would get better and that they'd get past this.
Bobby took Sam home for the night and they were meeting them at Denny's for breakfast once John called him.
Dean was tying his shoes when he looked up and noticed how faraway his dad's eyes were.
"Dad?" Dean asked as he sat back and looked at him "You okay?"
John snapped back from his thoughts and gave Dean a nod "Great kiddo but I'm more than ready to shake this place."
"Then let's go!" Dean said, impatient after being woken at 6 for more bloodwork and tests. Everything had come back normal and he was feeling worlds better than before.
John smirked when he noticed an orderly wheeling in a wheelchair.
Dean looked to the chair and then to the orderly.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Sorry kid it's hospital policy." The orderly informed him.
"Yeah, okay." Dean snorted and started to walk around the man.
"Dean." John's sharp voice cut across the still room. "You will do what is necessary to get us out of here."
Dean looked ashamed and continued his grumbling as he sat down in the chair. Doctor Nolan entered the room with the discharge instructions and told them both what would need to be done for the next few days.
"Plenty of fluids, rest, and proper nutrition." Nolan told them.
Dean looked to John and then asked "We're getting Denny's this morning does that count?"
Nolan laughed and patted Dean on the shoulder "After the day you had yesterday kiddo I'd say it counts."
John took over for the orderly after thanking Nolan and pushed Dean to the entrance where he would be bringing the Impala around.
After making a quick call to Bobby he left to get the car.
As soon as he heard the Impala's pur Dean stood from the chair and gave a parting wave to Nolan who was standing at the admitting desk talking to a nurse.
John reached across the seat and threw the heavy door open for Dean.
The minute his head hit the headrest Dean felt more comfortable than he had the entire night.
John looked over at Dean as they pulled out and laughed when he heard the content sigh escape his son.
"You two gonna get a room Dean?" John asked jokingly "Or should I pullover and get out?"
"Hilarious dad." Dean said seriously "But the choice is yours."
They drove the rest of the way to Denny's in a companionable silence.
The faint echoes of Zeppelin were thrumming in the background.
At Denny's the mood was equally as light. Bobby could barely contain Sam as the kid bolted out of the old truck and was opening the door for Dean and hugging him so tightly you'd be sure his ribs were breaking.
John stood next to Bobby as Dean received the Spanish inquisition from Sam.
"You gonna chatter all day princess or we gonna eat?" Bobby grumbled.
"I am not a princess!" Sam insisted as both John and Dean joined in on Bobby's laughter.
"No I think the term you're looking for is Queen Sammy." Dean joked.
Sam just stalked past the three of them and entered the restaurant.
Bobby ordered a sandwich and eggs, and Dean ordered something light since he didn't want to get sick.
Sam and John on the other hand had opted for the endless pancake buffet to see who could eat more.
John knew that he could smoke the kid but he wanted to give him a fair shot.
Who knows, the kid could have his mother's appetite and she beat John every time.
During breakfast Sammy was on his fifth pancake and John was struggling through his third when he began to feel weird.
He didn't feel right but he couldn't quite explain it and he didn't want to worry the boys.
"You okay dad?" Dean asked as he noticed his dad put his fork down after struggling through the last pancake he'd taken.
"I ate too much last night." John lied "Wasn't bad for hospital food."
"Then I win!" Sam declared and John smiled at him "Guess you did kiddo."
"Be right back." John said as he stood "Gonna hit the nail on the head."
As he stood the entire room tilted for a moment and he closed his eyes to regain his equilibrium.
Dean and Sam were talking but Bobby noticed the moment and gave John a questioning look.
John just shrugged at him as his vision came back into focus and he placed his finger to his lip indicating that he didn't want the boys to know what had happened.
Now feeling more normal John all but ran into the bathroom. The pain that erupted in his belly was like being shot, and he of all people would know.
He tried to think of something he could've eaten that would have caused this but all he had for breakfast so far was a large glass of orange juice and three pancakes covered in syrup which surely wouldn't have caused this.
The nausea that followed the intense cramping was the worse he'd ever been privy to and he had eaten at some pretty shoddy places over the years.
Once he was done clearing his stomach contents he rinsed his mouth out as best he could in the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He was flushed and sweating. Though he had just rinsed his mouth out it felt oddly dry.
After trying to make himself look as normal as possible he returned to the table.
Bobby was paying for the bill and the boys were standing up.
"Was I gone that long?" John joked and then panicked when he noticed the odd expression Bobby was giving him.
"At least twenty minutes." Bobby said "Was afraid I was gonna hafta come an' find you."
Twenty minutes?! John thought to himself. Surely that couldn't be right. He'd barely been gone for five minutes!
As they were leaving the restaurant John noticed that both boys were heading towards Bobby's truck instead of the Impala.
John was going to call out to them when he was interrupted by Bobby.
"What the hell was that in there John?" Bobby asked.
"Honestly I'm not too sure myself." John sighed "I hope I'm not coming down with something but I just ain't feeling too hot right now."
"And that's why I'm taking the boys to get some movies for today." Bobby told him "Dean has to rest and it ain't gonna kill you to do the same."
John wasn't even surprised that Bobby had offered this. The boys were like Bobby's sons and as much as John hated to admit it, the man did a better job at raising them than he did.
When Bobby stood near John he could smell something weird on his breath.
"You been drinking John?" Bobby asked quietly.
"What? No Bobby! I ain't been drinking!" John was offended; he hadn't been drinking nearly as much since the last scare in Phoenix.
"Your breath just smells funny." Bobby said puzzled before letting it drop. "We'll be back to the house in about an hour. Take a shower—you stink."
John smiled and shook his head "Thank's Bobby."
Bobby just waved the thanks away and hopped into his own truck.
John waved to the boys and waited until the truck pulled away before re-entering the restaurant to get a water to take with him. He just couldn't shake this thirst.
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