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.
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"Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I've made
I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you."
-Linkin Park
On the way home John's nausea increased tenfold. He was insanely thirsty but he knew if he tried to down any more water that he'd be sick again.
He was less than a mile from the house when he had to pull over. The road in front of him had begun to blur and he knew he was swerving.
He tried taking slow and deep breathes with his eyes closed and he leaned his head back against the headrest.
He didn't see the unmarked police car that had been sitting along the road a mile back and had pulled out slowly behind him.
John failed to notice when the officer turned his lights on behind him and walked towards the car.
John was still trying to control his nausea when the officer knocked on the window.
He immediately opened his eyes and rolled the window down after realizing who was at the window.
"Anything I can help you with officer?" John asked
"License and registration please." The cop asked
John opened the glovebox and took out the insurance cards and his own license, not wanting to arouse suspicion with one of his fake ID's.
The officer looked at the license and insurance cards before handing them back to John.
"You're a ways away from Kansas sir."
John nodded "My boys and I lost their mother recently. We're staying in the Stanley's summer home while their down in Mexico for the year."
The cop nodded and tested John "Mark and Joan Stanley? Over on fifth ave?"
John shook his head "It's Mark and Joan's place but it's on Birch Lane."
The cop finally got to the point and asked John. "Do you know why I pulled you over sir?"
John answered him honestly "If I had to place a bet I'd say you saw me swerving and assumed I'm drunk."
"Are you?" The cop asked.
John tried to answer but before he could he knew he had to get out of the car because he was going to be sick again.
He didn't want to hit the officer with the door so he all but threw himself across the seat and flung the passenger side door open.
As soon as his knees hit the ground he lost the little bit of water he'd drank.
The cop had ran around the front of the car after seeing how green he'd turned and assumed that he was going to make a run for it since he'd been caught driving under the influence. He could smell the strong odor of something fruity on John's breath.
The officer stood and watched from a few feet away as John continued to heave though there was nothing left for him to puke anymore.
After a few moments John sat back against the car with a sigh and wiped his face with a shaky hand before turning to the officer.
"M'sorry about that."
"Sir how much have you had to drink?" The officer asked as he began to pull his radio out, sure that John was suffering from the effects of alcohol poisoning.
John shook his head, not wanting to be arrested but lacking the energy to make the officer understand.
"I haven't drunk anything except orange juice and water this morning." John said tiredly as he turned to face the officer.
"My brother-in law, my sons, and I got breakfast at Denny's not even an hour ago and I think something I ate is making me awfully sick."
The cop contemplated this. "I have to verify this." He said
John shook his head "I wouldn't think you're doing your job if you didn't."
The cop walked over to John and offered him a hand up. As he looked at the officer for the first time he saw his face and his name on his ID it read "Jack Nolan."
John knew why he looked familiar now. This guy was a shoe-in for the doctor that had treated Dean.
After John shakily got to his feet the officer walked him to his car and allowed John to sit against the hood while he got the breathalyzer.
"You aren't related to an Ed Nolan are you?" John asked
The officer stopped for a minute and looked at him "As a matter of fact I am. He's my older brother."
John shook his head and muttered "Small towns."
"You know my brother?" Jack asked
John nodded and shrugged his shoulders "My son was sick yesterday and your brother was his doctor. We were there last night and I saw your brother not more than two hours ago."
As Officer Nolan walked back to John he administered the test to him.
It took only a moment for the results to announce what John knew they would say: He wasn't drunk.
"Do you have anyone that can come and get you?" He asked, not wanting John to crash his car trying to get home.
"My brother-in law will be back to the house shortly with my boys, they went to get movies but no it's just me for the time being."
Jack bit his lip for a moment before reaching a solution. "Since the house is close by would you be opposed to me following you back? To make sure there are no incidents?"
John nodded his head "No, to be honest I just want to get in a cold shower right about now."
John entered the Impala and the engine roared to life as he started her back up. The officer did the same with his car and pulled onto the highway behind John.
John was ridiculously overjoyed when he made it the final mile to the house in peace. The officer pulled along the driveway but not in much to John's pleasure.
John exited the car and walked up to the cruiser. "I'm all set now."
The officer said "You take care now…" And trailed off as though he wanted to say something.
His brother had told him something before about smelling fruit on someone's breath and nausea but he couldn't place his finger on what it was so he just waved as John began to make his way to the front door.
The moment the front door opened John was grateful that this house had air conditioning. He frowned when he felt the full sensation in his bladder reminding him of his urgent need to take care of business.
He'd just gone at the restaurant and not even drank anything in between despite a little water that he'd thrown up.
He went to the bathroom attached to his room after he pulled out one of his old shirts from the Marines and a pair of basketball shorts that he'd acquired. After relieving himself he took a very brief shower to wash up. He kept the water as cool as he could stand it because anything that he associated with heat made him nauseas again.
After getting dressed and brushing his teeth he again got the stabbing sensation in his gut. He fell to his knees against the vanity and balled his fists into his stomach and tried breathing through the pain.
"God damnit!" He swore aloud, not caring if anyone heard him.
The nausea came with the pain this time and his stomach began to cramp violently as he again shoved himself urgently against the toilet.
After what felt like minutes or could have been hours of heaving John lay his head against the rim and faded into a light doze, thoroughly spent.
Bobby and the boys had picked out three movies for their movie day.
Dean's choice was Top Gun, Sam had gone for Pretty Woman, and Bobby had picked the classic "Rambo."
They had all been catching up on their way back to the house. It'd been nearly a year since Bobby had chased John off his porch with a shotgun and he was pleased to learn from Dean that John had been keeping more stability for them.
John was his best friend but the man had his moments.
Bobby was relieved when he saw the Impala in the driveway. He wasn't sure what was wrong with John but he had a hunch that they hadn't seen the end of it.
As soon as they got to the house Sam ran to the front door and opened it with no problem which concerned Bobby a great deal. John Winchester was always cautious, heck he was more than cautious so the door being unlocked was the first red flag.
Bobby walked slowly beside Dean to the front door since the young fellow still wasn't up to par.
The second red flag came when he and Dean were halfway to the house and he heard Sammy's shrill shriek "Daddy!"
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