Chapter 16
When Dean walked into the living room, hair still wet, he saw Tony pacing in front of a calm looking Steve.
He stopped for a few seconds and took a deep breath before walking in.
Tony had stopped and turned at the sound of Dean’s footsteps. He watched as the teenager walked into the room and hesitated in front of the husbands.
“Sit,” Tony said firmly.
Dean went over to the couch and sat a few seats away from Steve.
“So,” Tony began.
Dean looked up at the man standing in front of him.
“Tell us what happened.”
“I think you already know what happened,” Dean answered dully. Tony sighed and closed his eyes. “Dean,” he said warningly. Dean still looked up at him, defiantly.
“We think we know what happened, but we would like to hear it from you,” Steve added calmly.
Dean turned to look at the super soldier sat next to him. “I freaked out and ran. Then got drunk, took a random pill and did a random girl,” he stated blandly. Tony’s lips tightened and he looked away from Dean.
“Why?” Steve asked.
“Why What?” Dean questioned.
“Why’d you freak out?”
Dean shrugged and remained silent.
“Dean,” Steve said, keeping his calmness.
Dean averted his eyes and looked at the floor while he answered, “I don’t know,” Steve raised an eyebrow, “Thor hit me in the back and I know that it didn’t mean anything but it made me think of things and then you came closer and I thought you were someone else so I freaked out and just started hitting and then I realised what I was doing and freaked out again so I ran,” he said this very quickly and quietly so Tony and Steve had to strain to hear him.
Their eyes softened and they turned to look at him. “So you had a flashback?” Tony inquired. Dean shrugged and remained silent.
“Why did you drink?” Tony asked.
“I walked for ages, found a club and thought ‘fuck it’,” Dean answered.
“Language,” Steve admonished.
Dean and Tony rolled their eyes but then Tony asked, “And the drugs?”
“The girl I was dancing with offered it and again I thought…” Steve raised his eyebrows, “Well, the same as before,” he finished. Tony’s small smile went unnoticed.
“The girl?” Steve asked finally.
“Well, by then I was kinda out of it, so it kind of just happened,” Dean answered.
Tony and Steve stared at Dean for a while and he shifted under their gaze. “You better not do that again,” Tony said seriously. Dean nodded. “Alright, go find your brother, he’s worried about you.”
Dean stood up and exited the living room to go find Sam, leaving the husbands to talk.
“I think we should get him help,” Tony started.
Steve nodded, “I agree.”
“So, I’ll get in touch with a few therapists and we’ll find the right one together.”
Steve nodded again, “That’d be great.”
Tony left to go and look for one while Steve went to the kitchen to make lunch for the team.
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Dean knocked on Sam’s bedroom door and heard quick footsteps on the other side. The door opened with force and before Dean could react, he had an armful of worried younger brother. “You're idiot,” Sam said but it was muffled.
Dean put his hands on Sam’s back and tightened his hold, “I know,” he responded.
Sam backed away and lightly punched Dean in the shoulder, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Dean shrugged for what felt like the millionth time and answered, “I’m stupid?”
“Obviously,” Sam snorted.
Dean looked at Sam, “So you’re not gonna ask about what happened?”
“You got drunk and high,” Sam responded, “I don’t need to know anything else because you’re safe.”
Dean smiled and put his arm around his little brother.
“Just promise you won't do it again?” Sam asked softly. Dean smiled slightly and looked Sam in the eyes, “Promise,” he answered. The two sat in silence on Sam’s bed.
Dean thought about why he freaked out and did what he did. He realised that he was angry. At his dad. At the world. At life. And he realised that going to shoot a gun wasn’t going to help in the long run.
He needed to hunt.