sirenspull_logs | don't go around tonight, well it's bound to take your life.

Who: Dean Winchester, OPEN TO ALL.
What: Dean takes matters into his own hands.
When: Early afternoon of today.
Where: Skye hospital.
Warnings: Sick things. Cursing.
OOC notes: Family, friends, and ~~enemies~~ otherwise are welcome to forward-date visits to yell and/or console him (most likely yell) when he's actually situated in a room. IDK. ♥

[It's hard to slip out unnoticed in a house that has half your family and a kid you're responsible for but he managed it.

He's been on bed rest for the past few days, enough to have the cycle of people looking in on him memorized. So when he saw opportunity, he took it.

He sat curled up in a cab with a sweatshirt on instead of his Dad's leather jacket and took it to the hospital.

When he gets there he's still hunching his shoulders in a way that's pretty indicative of him being in pain. For the people that knew him.

He's spent the past five minutes arguing with the receptionist.] Look, I don't give a shit if you're busy I'm not gonna sit around and infect my family. I don't care if you have t'keep me in a friggen' linen closet I'm not leaving.

[He's pale, his lips are chapped, and he looks miserable. It only takes the subtlest of brushes from a passerby to knock him flat on his ass.

His hand goes to his head because the room starts to spin.] Dammit... [He didn't even like hospitals, but this was necessary.]

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I'm not worried sounds like the me they dealt with last time wasn't shootin' straight.

[Dean blows on the piping hot water, moving the steam, and then takes a long sip. He's lucky that it's the help he thought it'd be.]

Yeah, looks like great news.

[Nope, sorry. That particular bit of slang sailed straight over his head.]

How do you mean?

[Yosuke grimaces at that response, though, and sighs again. He can't blame the guy for that reaction, either. It's definitely unpleasant. In all honesty, it's been giving him panic attacks. Luckily, the rooms evacuated by the dead are always empty, so no one has seen him looking that uncool yet.]

[But he's good, at the moment. Trying to make ugly jokes, even. So he holds up an empty palm to the nurse, who is giving him a look from behind the desk. Yeah, yeah. Be right there. Don't worry, this guy is still alive, after all...]

Last time I was here I was wasted by darkness monsters.

[He puts a palm to his shoulder and rotates it. Setting the hot cup of water between his knees for a minute or two before its back to his lips.]

So now it's all expectations and micromanaging. Didn't think some of the people here were capable of bein' nosey nancies but I can't do anything without hearin' about it later.

Trust me, it's a pain in the ass.

Huh. You look old enough to take care of yourself to me. What are you, 30?

[It's just a playful jab, though. Nearly sympathetic, maybe. He grabs some gloves from a bin along the wall on his way, because they're supposed to take precautions about spreading infection.]

Cute.

[Dean's not really in the mood for cracks about his age or the fact that he's still living with his mom but he's gotta hand it to the kid for trying. He cracks a pathetic looking grin.]

She doesn't want me to go. Somethin' about holdin' onto me this time around and wise words from a friend.

Believe me, I've tried.

I think I understand. I'm not allowed to live in my own apartment right now either, even though I did fine at it before. Mostly fine...

[He walks back around the nurses station, pulling the gloves on as he goes. But he's clearly not the best multi-tasker. He ends up banging one knee against it in his distraction.]

Ow! Jeez. Anyway, if you want to know the truth, it's really lucky to have your mother here. Most people don't.

Might be okay for you, but guys my age shouldn't be stuck shacking up at their Mom's.

[It never looked good and forget about bringing any girls home. That idea died pretty quick. Especially with Ben as carry on.]

I know I'm lucky. [It's muttered pretty indignantly but it's just loud enough to hear.] Last time I saw her back home I was just a kid.

No wonder.

[He hops up on the nurses station, which gets another eyeroll from the nurse, and frowns.]

To tell you the truth, living alone sucks anyway. I tried that at first, but it was awful. Maybe your mom will let you move out if you prove you're responsible first? Isn't that what parents usually look for when it's time to kick you out?

[Dean bursts out laughing at that but it sounds dry and pitiful and he winds up sending himself into a fit of coughs again.]

Not in my family, kid.

[In his family they'd keep you for as long as they could taking overprotective to bold new levels.

He was more than capable of taking care of himself.]

I'm not a kid.

[This is an important clarification, as far as he's concerned. Though he winces a bit at the coughing fit, and fetches another cup of hot water, which he offers to Dean.]

But can she really force you to stay? What if you came home for dinners on Sunday?

[Dean ignores the correction. Sam was almost thirty and would still forever be a kid in his eyes.

Some things didn't change.

He takes the cup of hot water and brings it to his lips.]

Thanks.

[And obvious indicator that he wasn't gonna discuss this anymore. This wasn't the time or place.]

[Yosuke isn't great at subtle hints, but that one is blunt enough to make it across. Between that and a look from the poor overworked nurse behind the counter, he decides it's probably time to go prep that room. He gives a funny little bob, a lazy bow that wouldn't go over well in retail in Japan but is probably still too formal for North America, and excuses himself to do so.]

I'll go get your room ready while you fill out the papers. Don't do anything I have to clean up, alright?

[Dean manages to crack a grin in his direction. He was pretty good company, it just didn't help that he felt so lousy, and the last thing he wanted to do was spread it around.

Especially when this kid said Hazmat suits didn't seem to help.]

Not makin' any promises.

[But he watches him walk away anyway, he sees a small shred of himself at sixteen in Yosuke and the help's appreciated.

By the time he gets back Dean'll have gotten both cups in the trash and has finally nodded off curled up and holding his chest in his sleep.

This is probably the last they'll see each other but Dean's gonna remember enough to stop by and thank him later. No kid should have to spend his weekend around dying people.]

[Yep, transferring big guys to beds is way beyond his jurisdiction, so he let's sleeping Deans lie for the time being and wanders off to steal some mousse from the kitchen for a friend. It pays to know the jello kid sometimes. But don't worry Dean, you'll see him around no doubt.]

don't go around tonight, well it's bound to take your life.

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