An alternate to what happens when Bingo dies out the front of the stationhouse.
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Dean walked into his house, he'd finished his shift a bit later than usual and grabbed some food on the way home. He locked his door again and turned, spotting his brother in the kitchen.
His little brother was sitting against the kitchen cupboards, chugging back some whisky from the bottle.
"Chase, what're you doing?" Dean asked sighing, running his hand over his face
"Drink'n" He slurred, his eyes fluttering as he tried to stay conscious
Dean shook his head, frustrated but concerned. He took a few steps closer to his brother, crouching down in front of him.
He grabbed the bottle out of his brothers hand, taking it quite easily.
"Hey" Chase slurred, not making any attempt to try and get it back, his body growing weaker from the alcohol
"What are you doing?" Dean questioned again, holding up the more than half drunken bottle to show his brother. He watched his brother slowly fade deeper and deeper into drunkenness
Chase's head lolled to the side, his eyes fluttering "Dean" he whined, his chest starting to rise and fall quickly, his colour had dropped significantly
"Ok, up you get" Dean said sternly, hoisting under Chase's arm pits. He needed to get Chase up and to the bathroom, before he vomited everywhere
Chase groaned out and shook his head, his hand placing on Dean's shoulder.
He groaned out further, shaking his head as he felt every regret of drinking suddenly flood through him. He forcefully heaved, turning to fall partly into the kitchen bench.
"Far out Chase" Dean commented, moving him slightly towards the kitchen sink and keeping his grip onto his arm, holding his brother up.
Dean ran a hand over his face, he was hoping to get Chase to the toilet but he was too far gone.
"D'n" Chase whined, breathing heavily over the kitchen sink. He lent his forearms over the sink, heaving.
"Deep breaths" Dean coaxed, tapping his brothers back. He shook his head frustrated, watching his brother lose reality
"Eugh" Chase breathed out, shaking his head before forcibly vomiting into the sink. He felt incredibly weak, barely able to hold onto the bench. He shakily turned around, his eyes fluttering as he could barely make his brother out in front of him
"Chase?" Dean asked, his eyes darting over him, concern taking over.
Dean grabbed his brother tighter, seeing him lose his ability to somewhat stand.
"Down you go" Dean said as he gently lent his brother down to the floor.
"Chase, you need to have some water" Dean said, gently cupping his hand around the back of his brothers neck
Chase barely shook his head, "Can't" he said quietly, a few tears glistening in his eyes
"Alright, I got to get you to hospital" Dean said simply, shaking his head worriedly
"I d'nt w't to" Chase slurred, letting out a whimper as nausea flooded him again. He sucked in a deep breath, hoping for it to pass.
He shakily sighed, turning and throwing up onto the floor.
Dean sighed and stood up, pulling out his phone and dialling for an ambulance. He spoke the operator, watching his little brother inventively
He hung up the phone, crouching beside his brother who was now lying down.
"Hey, sit up for me Chasie. The ambulance is on the way" Dean said, helping his brother sit up and lean against the cupboard
" 'm sorry" Chase said, sucking back a deep breath as he felt his brother cup his hand to his cheek
"It's ok, I just need you to stay earth side for me" Dean expressed, looking in his brothers eyes
Chase shook his head, throwing up in front of himself before his eyes fluttered and he started to lose consciousness
"Fuck Chase" Dean sighed, he grabbed his brother and moved him away, moving him into the recovery position.
"Chase, Chase open your eyes buddy" He said concerned, he ran his hand over his sternum forcibly, trying to get his brother to wake.
"Fuck" Dean swore, shaking his head.
He glanced up when he could hear his gate open, turning to see paramedics coming through
"Hey, in here!" He shouted out, alerting them to him
"What's happened?" One of the paramedics asked
Dean ran his hand over his head, reading their name badge 'Luke'
"His drunken ¾ bottle of whisky. I don't know the time frame, but I don't think very long" he explained as he watched them start to work on his brother
Luke nodded, "What's his name?"
"Chase Gallagher, his my little brother" Dean admitted
"Any reason why he would of done this?" Luke asked, strapping a mask to Chase's face
"He's had a couple of rough days, he saw a mate die" Dean explained, watching his brother start to come around again and squirm in discomfort
Luke looked up, noticing Dean's paramedic uniform
"Yeah, we heard about that. I'm really sorry" he said, briefly looking up Dean
Dean nodded, "Thanks" he said quietly, he returned his attention back to his little brother who was lying on his side, incredibly pale and clammy
"We will get your brother to the hospital and under good care, he will be ok" Luke said, smiling lightly, trying to ease Dean's concern
The paramedic turned to his colleague, "Let's load him up, keep him in the recovery position for vomiting. Get him straight there, bells and whistles"
The colleague nodded, standing up and getting the trolley ready
"Here, I can help you" Dean said, helping to lift his brother onto the trolley
He glanced down, seeing Chase's eyes flutter open again and meet with his
"You're ok, I'll meet you at the hospital" He said, gently tapping his brothers head
"No" Chase cried out, barely shaking his head
His whole body was shivering as he struggled to keep his body intact
Dean grabbed the blanket from the end of the trolley, draping it over his brothers body
"It's ok" Dean softly said, gently tapping his brothers head to provide some sort of comfort.
"We need to take him now, you can meet us there at the hospital" Luke explained
Dean stood back, watching his brother disappear out of the house. Dean cursed, resting his arms over the top of his head.
He shut his eyes momentarily, turning to see the mess his brother had created. He quickly went and got some towels, starting to clean up the vomit. Flushing out the sink to clean it all out as well.
Dean grabbed his phone, pulling it out and dialing to his boss as he walked into his room
"Deano" Vince answered
"Hey, you free for a quick chat?" Dean asked, rushing around his room to find some clothes to change into
Vince frowned, "Yeah, why do you sound out of breath?" he asked, raising his eyebrows
"I'm trying to get changed and get to the hospital quickly"
"Hospital?" Vince asked concerned, Michele glancing up from her desk as she looked at him.
Vince pulled his phone away, pressing the speaker button
"I've got you on speaker, Michele is here with me"
"Yeah, Chase had to be taken via ambulance" Dean said simply, placing his phone down on his bed and pressing the speaker as he hastily got out of his uniform
Michele raised her eyebrow, "What, is he ok?"
"Came home to him have drunken ¾ of straight whisky" Dean explained
"Far out" Vince commented, running his hand over his face and looking at Michele concerned
"Do you want us to come and wait with you?" Michele asked
Dean shook his head, pulling on his jeans and t-shirt "No, I just don't think I will be in tomorrow. Chase definitely wont, sorry guys"
His superiors both nodded, "It's fine, take the time you need. You need us to organise anything, just let us know" Vince told him, glancing at Michele worriedly
Dean nodded, grabbing his phone and rushing back out through the house, grabbing his car keys from the bench
"Thanks, I'll keep you both updated"