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.]

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[mulletrock]

[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.]

[inthejunk]

[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?

[mulletrock]

[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.]

[inthejunk]

[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.]