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

[mulletrock]

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.]

Comments

[mulletrock]

[Being propped on the chair isn't remotely comfortable for his back but he's curled up in them anyway like it's the biggest god send in the world when really if he'd stayed at home he would've been more comfortable.

He doesn't even notice his mom walking up at first, because he's drifting in and out of sleep, but the familiar voice catches his attention.

He'd shrink back at the tone if his last fuck hadn't left a while ago. Instead he just smiles tiredly her way.]

Did you bring my flask?

[He could use a drink right about now.]

[momchester]

[Mary hangs back for a second to squeeze Ben's shoulder and gesture him into a chair, then steps closer and kneels at her son's side.]

No. You need water, not alcohol. You can't dehydrate, it's dangerous.

[She feels his forehead, but quickly realizes she's a terrible judge of temperature, being feverish herself. Hell, even getting here was pure Hell- crushing fatigue and hurrying don't mix.]

Dean... what are you doing here?

[mulletrock]

The last thing I want is t'get anyone else sick.

[He admits. He glimpses Ben in the corner and is hit with more guilt. He swallows hard, coughing against the attempt to keep his lunch down.]

[momchester]

Don't worry about that. Some people are just immune- look at Ben. [She stifles a cough (badly).] Don't worry about me.

[Because she's already sick.]

You need to come home- or at least let me know when you're leaving. Don't scare me like that.

[Mary can't stop seeing him dying in the Darkness every time he vanishes like that. It's irrational, it's stupid, but she'll never get that memory out of her head as long as she lives.]

[mulletrock]

Sorry.

[He looks a little sheepish about the whole thing but he still doesn't regret it.]

You shouldn't have come. Now you're gonna be stuck here all night. It's not comfortable.

[momchester]

Dean, if you had any idea how much time I've spent here-

[Seized with a sudden idea, Mary kisses him quickly on the forehead then turns around and catches the eye of whoever's walking by. It turns out to be a nurse Mary knows fairly well, who pales at the sight of them together and sputters Mary's name. All it takes is looking the nurse dead in the eyes and a sincere request for a room for her son - yes, my son, Dean - for the nurse to promise to see what she can do, and hurry away. Mary turns back to Dean with a look.]

There. It might be a while, but we'll get you a real bed to sleep in. Maybe I can even sweet-talk someone to get you an IV.

[mulletrock]

[Dean smiles pathetically in his makeshift bed made out of chairs.]

You rock, mom.

[His eyes fall on Ben again.]

Make sure he gets somethin' to eat, okay? I'll be fine here if you guys wanna head down to the cafeteria.

[momchester]

[She returns that smile with an almost as-pitiful one.]

Don't mention it. We ate at home. I think I'll stay with you until you have your own room.

[She doesn't want to leave him alone here. It's pure paranoia- leaving him alone somewhere where they might mistake him for someone else. It's irrational, since she knows they're more professional than that, but fuck it. She's a mom and irrationality is her birthright.]

Are you thirsty?

[mulletrock]

Yeah, I'm thirsty.

[He was parched. It was why he'd ask for the flask, outside of his usual habits and need to drown his inner demons.

Dean sits up in the chair and lets the other one just hold his legs. He toes out of his boots.]

[momchester]

I'll go get you some water.

[While she talks, she reaches over to gently push his boots away from his feet the last inch or so that the angle of the chair won't allow. NBD.]

Alcohol would just dry you out.

[mulletrock]

Doesn't mean it wouldn't help.

[He's making light of his serious drinking problem. The fact that he carries it everywhere.

He sighs thankfully when she pulls off his shoes and settles back down into the plastic chair with a grunt.]

[carryonmywaywardson]

[Ben had moved to the chair that mary had indicated, and he shifted into it carefully, trying not to make noise. He could be a loud kid, but Hospitals were for quiet times. Look, Lisa taught him right. He had manners, sometimes.]

[He watched the two, picking up most the conversation, watching Mary go talk to the nurse, watching Dean look very sick. He didn't interrupt though. He wasn't hungry either. Mary said they ate, and he just nodded to that.]

[Oddly he was doing pretty good himself. No cold or sniffle or anything like that. He was a pretty fit kid with pretty much zero guilt, thanks.]

Is there... anything I can do to help?

[he asked at last, arm wrapped around a knee, foot in the chair, resting his head on it, the other swinging a bit over the chair edge.]

[momchester]

[Turning to him with a smile.]

Yeah- can you please go get us some water? If you go around that nurse's station right there and take a right, there's a water cooler.

[She indicates the nurse's station and the right direction as she talks, smiling at him kindly.]

Tell you what- if you make two trips and get all three of us waters, I'll order us a movie off pay-per-view when Dean gets a room.

[mulletrock]

[Dean smiles in Ben's direction, raising a hand to show him he at least recognizes what he's doing, but after a while he falls back into curling up in his makeshift bed and talking to Mary.]

He's a good kid. I told you... cool under pressure. His mom'd be proud.

[carryonmywaywardson]

[Ben wiggled out of the chair, pulling his jacket around proper and nodded. He glanced down to where was pointed out, repeated the instructions in a whisper, more to himself, then nodded again.]

Okay. I can do that. [He gave a weak smile at Dean in return. Clearly he was worried about the man, but he said nothing else, turned and went off for round one of water...]

[momchester]

[With Ben gone, Mary sort of flops on one of the chairs, lifting Dean's legs so they're across her lap. It's hard to hide how exhausted she is, how sick- she can't let them see it. She has to be there for them, not the other way around.]

Lisa, right? You told me about her before you vanished last.

[There's something a little familiar and fond in her voice, that said she knows more than she's letting on.]

[mulletrock]

[He told her about Lisa? That's weird. She was a passing fling and he was pretty sure she wanted nothing to do with him now. He tries not to think on it too much, just stretches out so the weight of his legs aren't on her as much.]

Yeah, probably one of the best weekends I've spent off the gig in a long time.

[He can still recall vividly the bendiest weekend of his life.]

Except she was a yoga instructor and she didn't have him yet. That was eleven years ago.

[momchester]

[Adkflskj. Right, he's before that now. She shakes her head a little with a "oh that's nice" expression.]

We may actually be the strangest family ever.

[mulletrock]

You're tellin' me.

[Dean leans into her as much as he can in the chair and rubs at his face tiredly.]

When we're not savin' people from monsters it makes us pretty bad company.

[momchester]

[She leans in a little too and rests a hand on his shoulder.]

Hey now, speak for yourself, mister.

[She looks round for Ben, who has to be coming back by now.]

[carryonmywaywardson]

[Yes, yes he was. With two cups of water, very carefully walking, eyes concentrating on them, so not to spill. He moved around one person who didn't seem to see him and...]

[came up to the two of them, wordlessly offering them each a cup of water. Not a drop was dripped.]

[mulletrock]

Hey, buddy.

[Dean gives Ben a weak punch to the shoulder and takes the water with a smile that says thank you without him having to. His lips are chapped and he needs it so he swallows it down no matter how much it hurts.]