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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[Ellen hadn't known where to start looking for Dean. She hadn't wanted to intrude on Mary - that was a bit of awkward she wanted to avoid. But dammit, she'd taken care of those boys, and that meant she felt like she should do something.

Beyond hover over Jo, forever.

Still, she'd managed to overhear a receptionist complaining about a jerk refusing to leave, but at least the guy would be cute, if he didn't look like death warmed over.

Yep. That sounded like Dean. She found his room and pushed open the door.]

You gonna make me have to wait around for Rufus to tell me you're back this time?

[A weak joke, but that was all they had at the moment. She didn't know what this thing was, but she hated seeing Dean wrapped up in wires and monitors and not looking well at all.]

Since when do I willingly head to hospitals?

[He jokes back. Rufus isn't here and he doesn't want to think about that when it still sort of hurts to breathe.]

They put me in a dress.

[He says in mock-offense.] And like always the nurses aren't even hot.

How's Jo?

[Her foot hooks a chair and she drags it over to the bedside, sitting in it. Her mouth twitches at the dress and nurse comments.]

They're keepin' the hot ones away so you'll leave faster. Keeps you from overstaying your welcome.

[She leans her elbows on her knees.]

She's fine. Still adjusting. She... doesn't know about Carthage, but that's probably for the best.

Well, that isn't fair.

[He sputters a little and grabs a water bottle off the side table to wet his pallet.]

Carthage?

[Sorry, Ellen, he doesn't know about Carthage either.]

[She winces. She'd thought... sigh. So, she just shakes her head.]

If you don't know about it, don't worry. It's not important.

[Right now, anyway.]

You want me to bring you anything?

Just, uh, take care of Jo and Sam. Ben.

[He turns onto his side to give his back some relief. The pain and tightness is making it hard to breathe.]

I'm here t'keep everyone from gettin' sick with me... but there's more people out there with this thing. It's spreading.

[She can't help it. She reaches out and brushes a hand over his forehead and winces. That's not good at all. Still, she rubs a thumb over his temple. Yes, she'd begun to think of the Winchester boys as her own. They hadn't had anyone else, and God knew Bobby wasn't a Mom.]

Don't you worry about them. I'll help your Mom take care of everybody. Be just like at the Roadhouse; hunters rolling in, and me patchin' 'em up as best I can. Everything will be alright.

It's gonna take more than a flu to knock me on my ass.

[Even though from where anyone was standing Dean looked pretty bad. He wipes a hand down his face and shifts his shoulders again.]

Thanks, Ellen. I appreciate it.

Of course it is.

[She doesn't believe you at all.]

Hey, what else is family for?

[That makes Dean snort. It's nice to hear it, part of him needed to.]

Yeah, well I'm willin' to put money on you and Jo bein' the sanest ones in this family.

Oh honey, that's easy money.

[Seriously, your Dad.]

You die on her, she's gonna shoot you, you know. My baby girl's got a temper.

I know. I've seen her handle a shotgun.

Should remember her handling that knife of her Daddy's.

[She knows he's fighting, but she can't help but think... No. She won't.]

You just worry about gettin' better. Can't imagine your mama taking it easy on you.

[Dean starts to laugh but it only ends up sending him into a fit of wet sounding coughs.]

If this thing gets me there'll be hell to pay. I guarantee it.

[His mom didn't handle this kind of stuff lightly. Sure, he didn't know her from Adam anymore but what he did know made him pretty positive she'd be pissed.]

More ways than one, boy. Don't think for a minute I'll let you forget it.

[Because, she loves you, you dumbass. How much more does she have to say it?]

Yeah, well here's hopin' they've got more to offer than a place t'go stiff in.

[He's seen more bodies roll by on carts than he wants to talk about.]

Edited 2012-05-30 14:25 (UTC)

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

Near dinner time?

sounds good.

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