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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"Hollowness: that I understand. I'm starting to believe that there isn't anything you can do to fix it. That's what I've taken from the therapy sessions: the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mold yourself through the gaps"
― Paula Hawkins
Bobby and Dean both closed the distance to the house in seconds.
As soon as Bobby entered the house he forced Dean behind him and drew his gun from his waistband.
"Sam!" he called out, making his way further into the house slowly.
"Uncle Bobby hurry please!" Sam cried from the direction of John's bedroom.
Dean pushed past Bobby and ran ahead into the room. It took them both a moment to realize that Sam was in the bathroom kneeling next to John. Sam had tears streaming down his face.
"He won't wake up uncle Bobby."
Bobby swore and gently pushed Sam out of the way.
After he felt the reassuring pulse at John's neck he turned to the boys. "Dean your dad's got the stomach flu I think and the last thing you boys need is to get it. I need you to take Sammy into the living room and start one of the movies okay?"
Dean looked hesitant and Sam asked the question that he was wondering "Is he gonna be okay uncle Bobby?"
Bobby prayed to God that he wasn't lying to the boys when he assured them "He'll be just fine."
Dean held out his hand to Sammy and after a final sad glance at their dad they left the room.
Bobby stood and took a washcloth from the vanity and wet it with cool water.
After kneeling back down next to John he tried wiping his face to get him to come around.
After a moment of prodding it worked.
"John!" Bobby whispered harshly as he shook the older hunter "Come on you're scaring the boys."
John slowly opened his eyes and looked at Bobby as though he didn't recognize him.
He said not a word but tried sitting up.
Bobby took this as a good sign and after a moment's struggle he had John standing with one of his arms over Bobby's shoulder in a supportive gesture.
Bobby slowly walked John out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he sat the younger hunter down on the edge of the bed.
Bobby knelt in front of him.
"What's going on here John?" Bobby asked
John frowned at him "Going on?" He asked
Bobby sighed angrily now adding confusion to the list of John's growing symptoms.
John began to sag back but Bobby sprang forward and caught him and helped steer the younger hunter sideways so he was resting on his pillow.
John lacked the strength to even lift his feet so Bobby put his feet on top of the bed and moved back to study John for a moment.
He was flushed but his skin was hot & dry, and he was taking deep rapid breaths indicating a hard time breathing which didn't match up with his stomach symptoms.
John seemed to focus on him for a moment and whispered "Thirsty, so thirsty."
Bobby nodded "I can work with that."
He called out to Dean in the living room where the younger man was sitting on the couch with Sammy.
Dean entered the room only a second later as though he knew he would be summoned.
"Can you keep an eye on your daddy for a moment?" Bobby asked him "I'm going to get him some ginger ale from the fridge."
Dean nodded and sat on the edge of the bed next to his dad.
Bobby entered the kitchen and prepared the soda with a straw from a takeout cup in the fridge.
When he returned to the bedroom he smiled as he saw Dean quietly whispering to his father and running his hand through his dad's hair as John had done to him when he was younger.
John seemed to be shivering now despite the warmth to his skin.
He was conscious but it didn't seem as though he was aware of his surroundings which Bobby attributed to a high fever.
Bobby had Dean help him sit John up against more pillows that they'd taken from the couch.
As soon as he was sitting up, they tried to coax him to drink some of the soda.
John weakly shook his head "No don't wanna be sick."
"It's ginger ale." Dean told him "It'll help your stomach."
This seemed to get John's attention as his eyes focused more closely on Dean.
"You okay?" He asked him.
Dean laughed and wiped tears off of his own face "I'm fine dad it's you I'm worried about."
John closed his eyes but drank half the glass of ginger ale as Dean slipped the straw through his lips.
John seemed to settle further back into the pillows and Dean felt his skin.
"He feels cool now Uncle Bobby." Dean said confused
Bobby hurried to John and felt his forehead.
"I'm going to give Mack a call Dean." Bobby said "This is out of my control."
Dean nodded and walked to the doorway for a quick peek into the living room.
Sam was still engrossed in Pretty Woman. He turned back to Bobby "I think that's a good idea."
Before Bobby was able to get to the phone however, the doorbell rang.
Bobby left Dean with John and peeked through the curtain, swearing when he saw a police car in the driveway and what looked like two officers standing at the door.
He looked to Sam who was looking at him curiously and took a deep breath before opening the door.
He immediately recognized the doctor, Ed Nolan from the hospital and saw that the officer with him must be his brother.
"Whatever the problem you have gentlemen, right now isn't the time." Bobby said, trying to get them to leave so he could call Mackland.
Before Bobby could close the door the officer stuck his foot in it and told Bobby "I think we have a problem that we need my brother for."
Bobby, now intrigued opened the door and let the men into the house.
Ed looked around the living room, clearly searching for someone.
Bobby explained to the men that John was sick and Dean was in the bedroom with him. Ed walked toward the room when Bobby pointed to the door and Jack stayed to tell Bobby what had happened when he saw John earlier.
"His breath had a real funny smell to it and just seemed off to me." Jack was saying as they walked toward the bedroom "I remembered my brother told me they were warning signs but I didn't know for what until I picked him up from work and mentioned it to him. He insisted on coming over immediately."
When Bobby entered the bedroom he told Dean to wait with Sam and he found Ed Nolan removing John's shirt and wrapping a blood pressure cuff around his upper arm.
As soon as he saw his brother enter the room Ed told him to radio for an ambulance immediately.
Jack pulled his radio out and knelt next to his brother.
"What do I say?"
"We have a male mid-thirties with a BP of 90/60 he's tachy, with respiratory depression, blood sugar is currently 260." He replied.
He turned to Bobby and asked "How well is his diabetes controlled usually?"
Bobby was confused as all hell as he answered the doctor "He uh...he ain't diabetic to my knowledge."
"What did he have for breakfast?" Ed asked
"Orange juice, and pancakes with syrup. We gave him some ginger ale a while ago to help with the nausea he's been having."
As Jack was radioing the ambulance and Bobby and Ed were discussing things John's upper torso suddenly convulsed and he took deeper and louder breaths as he began to gasp for air.
"What the hell's going on!" Bobby yelled as he turned his full attention to the scene in front of him.
Ed was pulling his stethoscope out and removing the pillows from behind John's head to lay him flat.
John's mouth was moving and his eyes were open but he was drawing in no air.
Ed turned to Jack and Bobby "Screw that ambulance we need a med-e-vac here yesterday!"
John's body convulsed one final time and he release a weak sigh as his eyes remained open and he stopped moving entirely.
"Shit!" the doctor swore as he frantically moved his stethoscope around on John's chest, trying to listen for a heart that was no longer beating.
Dean had entered the room quietly behind the men and watched in terrified silence as the doctor began to bark orders to the men in the room.
He pulled John so he was straight on the bed and immediately locked his arms and began chest compressions.
He pushed down forcefully and with a purpose on John's chest. John's head bounced rhythmically with the compressions, the noise of cracking ribs was the only noise in the room as he counted to thirty.
He tilted John's head back and sealed his mouth over the man's giving him two deep breaths.
Bobby stepped away from the bed to rein his emotions in. He silently sent a prayer up to whoever was listening 'Please don't take away the only parent these boys' have left.'
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