Yes I know I said no more short chapters but I failed that, and wrote a short chapter am sorry about that. Its just that I am making this up as I write, this is kinda short but please enjoy this, also I tried not to repeat any words so sorry (again)
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DISCLAIMER- I don't own anything in Supernatural (Characters etc), what I do own is my phone and the plot
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-Chapter 3-
Dean is about to grab a new book from the table since the other 5 books didn't have crap on the Empty wasting the past hour, or 2 hours? Or 4 hours? He doesn't know, sighing for the millionth time today lifting up his right arm too fast just reach over the table, a sharp hot pain spreads all over his shoulder a bit of the pain going up his neck.
'Crap'
He can feel the rest of the stitching breaking out and the wound reopening again, putting his arm down immediately and turning to look at the bandages, the blood from previously has dried up in large patches, he can now see more blood coming through and even trickling down his collarbone, it can wait Dean just repeats to himself he knows it can wait he's had worse before.
'I need to find Cas, I need to do something without destroying it..'
There is one problem though, he needs a drink, he has already drank both of the bottles and there is still no numbness, nothing.. not even in his fingertips. The emptiness in his stomach has been growing bit by bit and without alcohol to numb the feeling it might eat him whole, putting his left elbow on the table then rising his hand to let his head rest on it, his fingers crossing over his eyes, thinking to himself.
'I need Cas, need him, I need to save him, Cas oh man if you can hear me please come back i know we don't have are profound bond or whatever but please come, I need you man, crap I just need to hear you, see you, hold you, but now… I fucking can't, is it me? Is it my fault? Cas.. ITS ALL MY FAULT YOU LEFT FOR NOTHING! IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME!'
While saying this to himself, he has moved his hand to his forehead, resting his palm on it and using his fingers to grip the front on his spiky hair. He can feel the tears overfill his vision, Dean shuts his eyes just to hold them back but one tear falls down his cheek then down to his chin, finally falling down onto his lap, leaving a tear stain.
Then Dean hears something, its sounds like tiny little taps echoing in the hall, Dean immediately recognises it. Its Miracle's paws tapping off the floor, Dean takes his hand away from his face then lifts his head and turns to look at the library entrance, and of course he sees a middle size curly blonde haired dog running up to him, Miracle does give him some comfort but it's very very little but he appreciates it.
'If Miracle is up then Sam is definitely up'
Dean thinks, Miracle who has ran up to Dean's chair and started to whinge while pushing his wet nose into Dean's sweat pants, Dean puts on a weak smiles and goes to lift his hand to pet Miracle rubbing his hand on top of Miracle's fluffy head.
"Ohhhh hello big boy, you probably need the bathroom if Sammy hasn't let you out"
His voice sounds rough and scratchy, and his throat is a bit dry from the whiskey he drank a while ago, trying to lift himself off the chair, his body feels heavy and his vision is blurring, 'and why did it get so hot in this room?' He's sweating even without a shirt or socks on, he's really warm.
After a moment he is standing then he sees black spots dance around his vision.
'oh crap not now please not now, it can wait it can wait'
Pushing his chair back and putting his right hand on the chair beside him to hold him, he is breathing heavily and then he hears muffled voices it sounds like Sam calling him, he doesn't know, and asking where he is, using the last of his energy to make himself talk back.
"Am…here..Sammy.."
Sam hears a weak voice call back from all his screaming, it sounds like Dean 'oh thank god', he goes to the voice which leads him to the library, he sees Dean standing beside on the chairs with one hand holding on to a chair leaning into it, Dean doesn't have his shirt on, only in his sweat pants but Sam is horrified to see that the bandages are bloody with some bits of blood going down his chest.
"Hey Dean are you okay?!"
Sam slowly starts to walk towards Dean with a concerned face, getting a closer look at Dean he notices something, he can see a bit of Dean's ribs that's strange, well when he was patching Dean up he was very tired and it was very dark. He can ask him later about it, the main focus is Dean.
"Heya… Sammy…"
Dean can't hold it anymore and gives into the blackness, his knees shaking start to unbuckle. Sam starts to run towards Dean to catch him, hugging Dean's face to his chest, Miracle started to bark but Sam tells him to stop which works.
"I gotta, I gotta Dean don't worry"
Now both of them are on their knees, Sam can feel Dean's warmth sticking to his shirt, now Sam can really feel a bit of his brother's ribs he thought that Dean has been eating since Dean did tell him, shaking his head he needs to force.
Trying to lift Dean heavy body and himself up, Miracle did try also to come towards them but Sam had to shoo him away which he felt bad for, after a life time Sam has himself up and Dean having his head on Sam's shoulder. Sam turns Dean around then wraps his arms underneath Dean's arms pits, trying to causes has little as possible, Sam turns his head over his shoulder then starts to walk backwards dragging Dean, Sam keeps dragging him until they both get to Dean's room.
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Finish!! I actually didn't know what I was doing (I sorta now), I am winging this as I write, I hope yous enjoyed this as much as possible!! The next chapter will be out soon (I hope)