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Title - Visiting Hours
Is - Gen SPN
Is - Angst
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Prompt - SPN, Dean, Real Psychiatric Hospital
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“Sally Anderson.”
Dean looks across at Bobby. He’s been loitering around outside the very nice looking front foyer of Three Oaks Mental Health Facility for half an hour now and didn’t even hear the older man approach.
“What’s that?” Dean asks.
“First woman… first person I exorcised. Ended up in a place pretty similar to this.”
“Oh, really?” Dean is trying to sound neutral but he’s never been good at it. His emotions are too close to the surface, always have been. For all his bluster saying Sam is the girl in the family, Dean is all too aware that he’s the one people can usually get a read off if he’s not careful.
“Your first by yourself was bound to be rough. Least you didn’t kill her.”
Dean looks back over his shoulder. The girl had been eight and he’d wanted to wait for his father but he’d run out of time. He’d been reciting latin as the demon squatting inside Beth McCallister, all freckles and pig tails, had been trying to run off the edge of a building. It’s small consolation that the girl is still alive when it’s really only her body, going through the motions.
“Good chance of recovery with someone so young,” Bobby tries and Dean knows what he’s trying to do but it’s just not working. For the first time since his pain in the ass of a little brother walked out on their family six months ago, Dean wants him there. He spent a lot of time being angry but he’s willing to forget all that.
Maybe with Sam by his side he’d be brave enough to actually walk inside.
Title - Visiting Hours
Is - Gen SPN
Is - Angst
For -
lunardreamedPrompt - SPN, Dean, Real Psychiatric Hospital
Disclaimer - Don't own, don't sue!
“Sally Anderson.”
Dean looks across at Bobby. He’s been loitering around outside the very nice looking front foyer of Three Oaks Mental Health Facility for half an hour now and didn’t even hear the older man approach.
“What’s that?” Dean asks.
“First woman… first person I exorcised. Ended up in a place pretty similar to this.”
“Oh, really?” Dean is trying to sound neutral but he’s never been good at it. His emotions are too close to the surface, always have been. For all his bluster saying Sam is the girl in the family, Dean is all too aware that he’s the one people can usually get a read off if he’s not careful.
“Your first by yourself was bound to be rough. Least you didn’t kill her.”
Dean looks back over his shoulder. The girl had been eight and he’d wanted to wait for his father but he’d run out of time. He’d been reciting latin as the demon squatting inside Beth McCallister, all freckles and pig tails, had been trying to run off the edge of a building. It’s small consolation that the girl is still alive when it’s really only her body, going through the motions.
“Good chance of recovery with someone so young,” Bobby tries and Dean knows what he’s trying to do but it’s just not working. For the first time since his pain in the ass of a little brother walked out on their family six months ago, Dean wants him there. He spent a lot of time being angry but he’s willing to forget all that.
Maybe with Sam by his side he’d be brave enough to actually walk inside.