Chapter 5
Dean ran out of the room while the team checked on Clint. ‘I didn’t mean to do that to him, it was just instinct,’ Dean thought to himself as he desperately tried to find a way out of the unfamiliar tower.
He found a stairwell a just ran down as far as he could, exiting into lobby area and continuing to run out of the building, ignoring the odd looks he got from everyone and the flaring pain in his chest.
He exited onto the street outside and thanked all the God’s he knew that his Baby was parked just two blocks away. He raced to the impala and jumped into the driver’s seat, speeding off with the only thought in his head, ‘God, I hope Sammy’s ok.’
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Dean made it back to the school in 5 minutes to see Sam sat on a small brick wall with his head in his hands. He pulled the car into the parking spot closest to his brother.
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When Sam heard the familiar rumble of the impala’s engines, he slid off the wall and marched to the car grumpily. “You’re two hours late Dean,” He stated, annoyed, “Where the hell were you?” Sam asked while sliding into the passenger seat.
“Look Sammy, I’m really, really sorry ok? I will explain everything, just please don’t be mad at me?” Dean asked somewhat desperately.
“I don’t know Dean, I’ve been sat here for two hours, I think I’m allowed to be mad. Just tell me what happened.” Sam stated, not easing up on his annoyed tone.
“Fine,” Dean said defeated. He started the car and began driving, while explaining the whole situation to Sam.
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“Jesus Christ Dean, I told you, you should have gone to the hospital. Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t breathe properly?” Sam asked, still trying to take in all the information Dean had relayed to him.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal, sorry. Besides, why aren’t you focusing on the fact that I woke up in avengers tower and they saw the scars, we’ll probably have to move again?” Dean shuddered at that and panic laced his words.
“I’m sure it will be fine, it’s not like they know where to find you,” Sam stated, though he sounded a little unsure. “And we need to think of something to tell Dad about why we’re late.”
‘Fuck, I hadn’t even thought of that,” Dean thought to himself as more anxiety flooded into him. “We could just say that we had some project we needed to do and stayed in the library,” he suggested.
“Like Dad would believe that YOU stayed late at school to work on a project, but it’s the best we have,” Sam said with uncertainty.
Dean just stared straight ahead and swallowed.
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They arrived back at the house and Dean steered into the driveway. They both got out of the car slowly and made their way to the house even slower.
“You go straight up to your room when we get inside,” Dean said seriously.
“Always do,” Sam replied solemnly.
The brothers got to the front door and as soon as they stepped in, Sam was running up the stairs, leaving Dean stood in the entry way.
‘Great, I can smell the scotch from here,’ Dean thought to himself. Dean tried to make his way upstairs but was stopped by his father yelling, “Dean! Get in here now!” Dean took a deep breath and made his way to the living room.
When he entered the room the smell of scotch got a lot worse and began to sting his eyes. ‘Seems like he’s been drinking all day,’ Dean thought to himself as his father stood up from the couch and swayed a little.
“Why are you late?” John asked with malice. By the look in his father’s eyes Dean knew he was going to get a beating. His eyes were filled with anger and Dean tried to think back to a time when his father’s eyes were kind and happy. He could only remember one instance and it happened before his mother died. ‘I guess that’s when it all changed,’ Dean thought to himself.
“Answer me!” John yelled coldly but with force. Dean was forced out of his thoughts and tried to remember what he and Sam came up with.
“We were at the library working on a project,” Dean stated clinically and with no trace of emotion.
His father didn’t bother to speak again before a fist collided with Dean’s right cheek. Dean stumbled but didn’t fall. This seemed to aggravate John because the next punch was harder. Dean fell to the floor, but on his way down, he hit his head on the wall and his vision started to blur. ‘Don’t pass out again,’ he thought to himself as he struggled to stay awake.
His dad started to kick him in the stomach. Dean prayed that he wouldn’t kick his ribs, because he probably wouldn’t survive that again.
Dean was distracted when a sharp pain shot through his leg. John had stomped on it and it didn’t look great. There was a strange lump sticking out on his shin and he assumed it was his bone. The pain was tremendous, and Dean felt even more like he was going to pass out.
Another punch to the face and a kick to the stomach and Dean was gone. His vision started to fade, and he passed out.
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Sam heard a door slam and ran downstairs to see Dean passed out on the floor. “Oh shit, Oh shit!” Sam exclaimed as he rushed to his side. He dropped to his knees and placed two fingers on his throat. ‘Oh, thank fuck,’ Sam thought as he felt Dean’s pulse. ‘Thank god Dean taught me how to drive.’
Sam was deceptively strong for his slim stature, so he lifted Dean and put his arm over his shoulder. Sam dragged Dean to the car and lay him down in the backseat. He hopped in the driver’s seat and started the car, speeding out of the driveway and towards the hospital.
Sam sped down the road with Dean motionless in the back.
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He showed up at the hospital and left Dean in the car to go and get help.
Sam came back outside with two doctors and they helped get Dean onto a stretcher and wheeled him inside.
“what’s his name and what happened to him?” The female doctor asked. Sam panicked, he knew Dean didn’t want to be anywhere near hospitals, they might get suspicious.
“James, and I don’t know, I found him like this,” Sam lied easily. He cursed himself internally for not telling the truth, but he didn’t want Dean to get hurt that badly again.
“Ok, well, he has a broken leg and it seems a slight concussion,” The male doctor said. Sam just stared at Dean; he didn’t say a word.