Dean Winchester | Supernatural | openwherever_i_roamJuly 30 2012, 22:47:04 UTC
The first thing he noticed when he woke was the distinctive odor of antiseptic that all hospitals seemed to have. He winced when he opened his eyes and took in the matching sterile environment that didn't do much to ease the worry gnawing at him. He didn't remember why he was here or really, even his own name when he really started to think about it.
It was like waking up with an entirely blank slate... only he was finding it hard to think about it too deeply when his head was throbbing as bad as it was now.
He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face before he slowly sat up, ignoring the wave of dizziness and nausea that washed over him.
"You should sit back." Castiel suggested from the corner of the room. The angel had been sitting there since Dean was first brought in to the ER. Cas almost didn't make it in time, He almost lost Dean Winchester.
The angel sat in the chair, as serious as ever with his hands folded to his mouth and elbows resting on his knees. "You will only end up vomiting if you force yourself."
Dean jumped and immediately regretted the sudden movement. He groaned and leaned back on the bed, laying down flat as he squeezed his eyes shut. He took a moment to just take in a few deep breaths and settle himself before looking over.
"Yeah, okay... wanna tell me what's going on at least?"
"You do not remember?" Castiel asked with a raised brow. That was strange. The angel stood from his chair and took a hold of a pitcher, pouring the water in to a glass. He set the jug down and with his free hand he picked up the garbage barrel and brought both to Deans bed side. "You were tortured by demons."
Pretty good! How about with you?wherever_i_roamJuly 31 2012, 22:52:32 UTC
He took the glass of water and started to drink slowly, really hoping he could keep it down. He watched Cas quietly. The demon thing startled a snort out of him and he put the glass aside carefully. "Demons... dude, are you sure you don't need to be the one in this bed?"
WELP, I broke my ankle yesterday DBholy_hand_printAugust 1 2012, 01:40:14 UTC
Well this wasn't good.
"... You do not know who you are."
What exactly did the demonds do to Dean? How could the hunter completely forget who he was? After everything he and his brother had been through. Castiel pulled the chair closer and sat down. He folded his hands together, chin resting atop of them.
"Your name is Dean Winchester. You have a brother named Sam who is on his way. My name is Castiel and I am your friend."
Ouch! I'm sorry to hear that D:wherever_i_roamAugust 1 2012, 01:45:47 UTC
"And demons like playing with me, apparently." He was really hoping this guy meant inner demons or something like that. Real demons? And he was totally calling the nurse in because there was a crazy dude on the loose.
"So.. Castiel, uh." God, everything hurt. He felt like he'd been tortured.
It feels a bit better so I'll be okay!holy_hand_printAugust 1 2012, 02:08:07 UTC
They were going to have to ease Dean back into the routine. When Dean asked about the inner demons Castiel frowned. This all seemed very familiar. The angel reached forward, grazin over the bandages gently before he stood from the sound of the bed.
"Now, if you'd like. I can take you to the cabin you and your brother are sharing."
That's good! Hope it heals fast D:wherever_i_roamAugust 1 2012, 21:02:09 UTC
"Yeah... actually, I'd like that," he murmured, tipping his head back for a moment just to get his bearings again. Still felt tired and achy now that whatever pain meds the doctors had given him were wearing off.
Thanks BB! I hope it will too!holy_hand_printAugust 2 2012, 04:52:48 UTC
Castiel's expression softened, be all be it unwillingly, as Dean agreed. No, the hunter didn't have a fondness for hospitals. Too many bad memories, and if they stayed here it was only a matter of time before the demons found him again. At least out of here Castiel could better protect Dean and his brother. They may have already been compromised here.
"I do not believe anyone enjoys this place. I know I did not." The angel made his way across the room, gathering up Deans clothes before bringing them back to the hunter and held them out for him. "Here. Do you require my assistance?"
He probably did need the assistance, but even like this, Dean's pride had him pushing himself up weakly to do it by himself. God, there wasn't an inch that didn't ache. "Just tell me where we're going's gonna have a lot of painkillers? I think I'm gonna need'em soon."
He had crap hooked into him and maybe he should have waited for the nurses or somebody to help him out here, but he didn't want to. He just started tugging all the stupid machine wires off.
"Yes." the angel answered, watching the man curiously before beginning. "Dean you should wait until I-" but no, Dean began to yank the wires from his arm by himself. Cas frowned. Even in Pain and memory loss Dean Winchester still very much as stubborn and stupid as ever. Sighing Castiel handed the hunter his jeans and boots before He opened the door and scoped down the hall.
"We need to hurry." he announced, gently shutting the door and made his way across the room to the large windows. Cas finagled with the locks before they snapped open (surprisingly easily) and started to pull the window open. Yeah. They are going down the fire escape. Like a boss. "Now that you are awake I am sure they have called the police."
Something in Dean just wanted out and it was urging him to do it as fast as possible -- if that meant ripping out some IVs and whatever the hell else they had him hooked to, he was doing it. "We're leaving through the windows? Dude, what do I do for a living? I'm not like... a criminal, right?"
He shrugged out of the hospital gown and grabbed for his pants to slowly ease them up, movements slow and weak still. Felt dizzy, dammit. He shrugged it off for now and nodded. "Okay... okay, let's do this before I pass out or something."
He slipped on his shirt next and then his jacket. They didn't have time to waste apparently.
"Well," Castiel paused at the window, half out of it already as he looked back at Dean. "I believe by law you are technically dead." No, Dean wasn't a criminal, he was a hero. His record didn't reflect that though. For a while Dean Winchester was hunter by the FBI, the name had quite the reputation attached.
...Castiel it isn't nice to stare, but of course Cas ignored such standard human practices. He just stared at Dean as the man undressed and dressed himself again. No sense of shame. When Dean complained about passing out however the angel offered his arm. "You can lean on me if you'd like."
Dean is so wrapped up in trying to process everything, he doesn't even stop to consider how weird it is that Castiel is getting an eye full of him while he changes. Little freaked out by how many bandages and crap he's got on his body too. Shit, what had he been through?
He moved to the other when he was dressed though and reached for his arm reluctantly. Didn't want to have to lean on him but that was about all he could do. "Okay, let's just... get out of here, okay?"
"It is a very long story." Castiel replied, taking Deans arm and slinging it over his shoulders. He pulled the hunter close, flush against the side of his body always the one to not care for personal space. "I assure you that the crimes you are accused of committing are not true."
Castiel paused for a moment to think about that statement with a frown. "Well, most of them at least." The angel climbed the rest of the way out, pulling Dean carefully along with him. With a surprising amount of strength the angel was practically carrying Dean down those rickety metal steps himself. "Yes, I believe that course of action to be best." And down the steps they went , toward the Impala that was parked below.
It was like waking up with an entirely blank slate... only he was finding it hard to think about it too deeply when his head was throbbing as bad as it was now.
He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face before he slowly sat up, ignoring the wave of dizziness and nausea that washed over him.
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The angel sat in the chair, as serious as ever with his hands folded to his mouth and elbows resting on his knees. "You will only end up vomiting if you force yourself."
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"Yeah, okay... wanna tell me what's going on at least?"
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"... You do not know who you are."
What exactly did the demonds do to Dean? How could the hunter completely forget who he was? After everything he and his brother had been through. Castiel pulled the chair closer and sat down. He folded his hands together, chin resting atop of them.
"Your name is Dean Winchester. You have a brother named Sam who is on his way. My name is Castiel and I am your friend."
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"So.. Castiel, uh." God, everything hurt. He felt like he'd been tortured.
"When do I get out of here?"
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"Now, if you'd like. I can take you to the cabin you and your brother are sharing."
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"I got a feeling I hate hospitals."
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"I do not believe anyone enjoys this place. I know I did not." The angel made his way across the room, gathering up Deans clothes before bringing them back to the hunter and held them out for him. "Here. Do you require my assistance?"
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He had crap hooked into him and maybe he should have waited for the nurses or somebody to help him out here, but he didn't want to. He just started tugging all the stupid machine wires off.
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"We need to hurry." he announced, gently shutting the door and made his way across the room to the large windows. Cas finagled with the locks before they snapped open (surprisingly easily) and started to pull the window open. Yeah. They are going down the fire escape. Like a boss. "Now that you are awake I am sure they have called the police."
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He shrugged out of the hospital gown and grabbed for his pants to slowly ease them up, movements slow and weak still. Felt dizzy, dammit. He shrugged it off for now and nodded. "Okay... okay, let's do this before I pass out or something."
He slipped on his shirt next and then his jacket. They didn't have time to waste apparently.
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...Castiel it isn't nice to stare, but of course Cas ignored such standard human practices. He just stared at Dean as the man undressed and dressed himself again. No sense of shame. When Dean complained about passing out however the angel offered his arm. "You can lean on me if you'd like."
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Dean is so wrapped up in trying to process everything, he doesn't even stop to consider how weird it is that Castiel is getting an eye full of him while he changes. Little freaked out by how many bandages and crap he's got on his body too. Shit, what had he been through?
He moved to the other when he was dressed though and reached for his arm reluctantly. Didn't want to have to lean on him but that was about all he could do. "Okay, let's just... get out of here, okay?"
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Castiel paused for a moment to think about that statement with a frown. "Well, most of them at least." The angel climbed the rest of the way out, pulling Dean carefully along with him. With a surprising amount of strength the angel was practically carrying Dean down those rickety metal steps himself. "Yes, I believe that course of action to be best." And down the steps they went , toward the Impala that was parked below.
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