“Time of death: 10:41am.”
The words seemed to be heard sejak Dean and me, but not registered. Neither of us moved, and I felt unstoppable tears begin to blur my vision. This was Dad. He couldn’t be gone. Not now.
But he was, the voice in my head told me. And anda never gave him a chance.
I ignored the voice and returned to the unreal situation, I turned my head barely noticeably towards my brother on my left. I hoped he didn’t know I was watching him, but I knew what this could do to him, and how he’d felt about Dad. In my gut I knew that the pain I was feeling right now (although it was mostly dominated sejak guilt) couldn’t be any worse than my brother’s.
Dean had not moved an inch, and was staring emotionlessly at the meja, jadual where Dad lay, and at the doctors and nurses surrounding him. He was a very difficult person to read, but I knew him well, and I caught glimpses of disbelief and severe pain in his eyes. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who was thinking this was an impossible scenario.
I didn’t know what to do. I was completely lost. I knew how Dean usually reacted to close contact, but, right now, I felt that it was the right thing to do. I lifted up a hand and lay it slowly on his shoulder, then gripped fiercely. Dean jumped slightly and finally took his eyes off the meja, jadual to face me. I couldn’t translate the expression on his face; it looked like a mix of anger, desperation and denial. I let a tear slide down my face to let him know that it was alright to tunjuk weakness, but I knew that look. Dean wasn’t having any of it. He looked from me to the meja, jadual and back again, and then spoke quietly.
“Let’s go. We’ll get our stuff together and we’re out of here in five, anda understand me?”
I nodded, silently trying to get a little lebih out of him. Before I got the chance however, he walked past me and down the hospital corridor to his room again. I had practically nothing to pack, and besides, I knew it was ultimately better if I left him alone for a while. After all, it wasn’t like I didn’t have any problems atau pain of my own to deal with.
As soon as Dean left me alone, my defence walls immediately disappeared. The shock of what had just happened and the overwhelming streams of pain and guilt washed over me. I swallowed back lebih tears and walked across the corridor and sat down. Thoughts that suddenly seemed incredibly relevant came to the bahagian, atas of my mind. What had I last berkata to him? What had he berkata to Dean after I left, if anything? Had Dean known it was going to happen? In answer to the last soalan my hati, tengah-tengah told me that he hadn’t. Seeing his face a few minit lalu and seeing how he was Berlakon now was his way of expressing grief atau anger. I’d seen it a couple of times before, but this time was different. This had seemed to hit him really hard. I hoped he’d forgive me for what I’d berkata to Dad over the years. I hoped he’d let me help him get through this.
After a few lebih minit of thinking I got up and began to go to Dean’s room. I found him with his back to the door, now changed, in his leather jaket and jeans. It took a saat for me to notice that he was shaking as he stuffed various items in his duffel bag.
“Hey.”
Dean straightened up and composed himself in a flash. I knew he hadn’t wanted me to see him as anything he saw as weak, and that included crying. He turned to face me and slung his bag over his shoulder. If I hadn’t paused before speaking atau been with him the last ten minutes, I wouldn’t have known that there was anything wrong with him. I gave him a moment to reply, but he didn’t take the opportunity. I spoke gently again.
“Are anda alright?”
“I’m fine, Sam.”
The reply came as quickly as a bullet. I knew the sign to back off the topic.
“Are anda packed?”
Dean nodded and looked down at what he was holding, which I hadn’t noticed till now. In his hands was Dad’s journal. It was crazy to think that a mere few hours lalu I had been searching desperately through it to try and help Dean ditch a reaper. So much had happened in the last four atau five hours; it made my head spin. Dean looked down at the tattered leather bounding and flicked it over in his hands, as if he focused enough on it he could reverse the last jam of events. After a moment he shoved it in his duffel bag and threw it over his shoulder again, then walked over to me at the door. I stood still and waited for him to speak first, so what I knew I had to say seterusnya wouldn’t sound so harsh atau cruel.
“This is ours now. We’re going to finish it.”
I nodded in aggressive agreement.
“Look, Dean...”
Dean looked up at me, almost in acknowledgement that I was talking to him, but there was no expression in his face. I swallowed.
“He should go out like a hunter. We need –” the words got caught in my throat and I tried again. “We need the body.”
Dean nodded sharply and dismissively. He paused for a minute, looking Lost for what to do atau say. I dug a few coins out of my jaket pocket and tossed them into his hand.
“Get a bus atau hitch a ride to Bobby’s. The Impala’s there. I’ll catch anda up in about an hour, alright?”
“Thanks, Sammy.” It was barely audible, but I heard it. He pocketed the change and walked past me, down the corridor and out of sight. I sighed deeply, trying to hold it together.
Would Dean get through this?
The words seemed to be heard sejak Dean and me, but not registered. Neither of us moved, and I felt unstoppable tears begin to blur my vision. This was Dad. He couldn’t be gone. Not now.
But he was, the voice in my head told me. And anda never gave him a chance.
I ignored the voice and returned to the unreal situation, I turned my head barely noticeably towards my brother on my left. I hoped he didn’t know I was watching him, but I knew what this could do to him, and how he’d felt about Dad. In my gut I knew that the pain I was feeling right now (although it was mostly dominated sejak guilt) couldn’t be any worse than my brother’s.
Dean had not moved an inch, and was staring emotionlessly at the meja, jadual where Dad lay, and at the doctors and nurses surrounding him. He was a very difficult person to read, but I knew him well, and I caught glimpses of disbelief and severe pain in his eyes. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who was thinking this was an impossible scenario.
I didn’t know what to do. I was completely lost. I knew how Dean usually reacted to close contact, but, right now, I felt that it was the right thing to do. I lifted up a hand and lay it slowly on his shoulder, then gripped fiercely. Dean jumped slightly and finally took his eyes off the meja, jadual to face me. I couldn’t translate the expression on his face; it looked like a mix of anger, desperation and denial. I let a tear slide down my face to let him know that it was alright to tunjuk weakness, but I knew that look. Dean wasn’t having any of it. He looked from me to the meja, jadual and back again, and then spoke quietly.
“Let’s go. We’ll get our stuff together and we’re out of here in five, anda understand me?”
I nodded, silently trying to get a little lebih out of him. Before I got the chance however, he walked past me and down the hospital corridor to his room again. I had practically nothing to pack, and besides, I knew it was ultimately better if I left him alone for a while. After all, it wasn’t like I didn’t have any problems atau pain of my own to deal with.
As soon as Dean left me alone, my defence walls immediately disappeared. The shock of what had just happened and the overwhelming streams of pain and guilt washed over me. I swallowed back lebih tears and walked across the corridor and sat down. Thoughts that suddenly seemed incredibly relevant came to the bahagian, atas of my mind. What had I last berkata to him? What had he berkata to Dean after I left, if anything? Had Dean known it was going to happen? In answer to the last soalan my hati, tengah-tengah told me that he hadn’t. Seeing his face a few minit lalu and seeing how he was Berlakon now was his way of expressing grief atau anger. I’d seen it a couple of times before, but this time was different. This had seemed to hit him really hard. I hoped he’d forgive me for what I’d berkata to Dad over the years. I hoped he’d let me help him get through this.
After a few lebih minit of thinking I got up and began to go to Dean’s room. I found him with his back to the door, now changed, in his leather jaket and jeans. It took a saat for me to notice that he was shaking as he stuffed various items in his duffel bag.
“Hey.”
Dean straightened up and composed himself in a flash. I knew he hadn’t wanted me to see him as anything he saw as weak, and that included crying. He turned to face me and slung his bag over his shoulder. If I hadn’t paused before speaking atau been with him the last ten minutes, I wouldn’t have known that there was anything wrong with him. I gave him a moment to reply, but he didn’t take the opportunity. I spoke gently again.
“Are anda alright?”
“I’m fine, Sam.”
The reply came as quickly as a bullet. I knew the sign to back off the topic.
“Are anda packed?”
Dean nodded and looked down at what he was holding, which I hadn’t noticed till now. In his hands was Dad’s journal. It was crazy to think that a mere few hours lalu I had been searching desperately through it to try and help Dean ditch a reaper. So much had happened in the last four atau five hours; it made my head spin. Dean looked down at the tattered leather bounding and flicked it over in his hands, as if he focused enough on it he could reverse the last jam of events. After a moment he shoved it in his duffel bag and threw it over his shoulder again, then walked over to me at the door. I stood still and waited for him to speak first, so what I knew I had to say seterusnya wouldn’t sound so harsh atau cruel.
“This is ours now. We’re going to finish it.”
I nodded in aggressive agreement.
“Look, Dean...”
Dean looked up at me, almost in acknowledgement that I was talking to him, but there was no expression in his face. I swallowed.
“He should go out like a hunter. We need –” the words got caught in my throat and I tried again. “We need the body.”
Dean nodded sharply and dismissively. He paused for a minute, looking Lost for what to do atau say. I dug a few coins out of my jaket pocket and tossed them into his hand.
“Get a bus atau hitch a ride to Bobby’s. The Impala’s there. I’ll catch anda up in about an hour, alright?”
“Thanks, Sammy.” It was barely audible, but I heard it. He pocketed the change and walked past me, down the corridor and out of sight. I sighed deeply, trying to hold it together.
Would Dean get through this?
