John's Earth. St. Francis Memorial hospital.

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The room is dim and silent except for a soft beeping and the sound of quiet breathing. There are two people in the room, one laying on the hospital bed, hooked to IVs, oxygen, and the heart monitor; the other slumped in the rocking chair next to the bed with a slightly blood-stained bandage wrapped around his head.

There's an odd peace surrounding the two men, one that makes the nurses who check on them do so siently and either linger or hurry away. But even with that hovering peace the face of the man in the chair is troubled, as though he walks in uneasy dreams.

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Dean would be the one in the hospital bed, hooked up to all the machines, and pale as the sheets covering him. He looks like he should be dead, but the only thing that tells otherwise would be the machines, and that steady, insistent beep.

His eyes move underneath closed eyelids a moment, before weakly fluttering open.

He frowns, not knowing how he got here exactly, and is almost ready to bolt, until his eyes land on...

"Dad?"

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John starts and sits up to stare at him as though seeing a ghost, but then rubs his face and shakes his head slightly. "Yes and no."

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He frowns a bit, not quite getting it then...

"Oh..." he whispers, with a small, weak smile. "Dad...just not mine...right?"

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"Yeah." He quirks a slight grin of his own. "How're you feeling?"

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"Like I got ran over by a semi." he mumbles, raspily. Another tired grin.

"Don't suppose I'm lucky and I...look any better, huh?"

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John shakes his head, his eyes dark with concern under the bandage that partially covers one. "The doctor says you're going to be alright."

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He hasn't really noticed the ivs yet, so he points over at the bandage.

"Wha...happened to you?" he asks.

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"Grazed by a bullet." He shifts slightly in the chair, trying to keep his anger at the source of the wound from showing. Dean doesn't need to see that right now.

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He frowns, catching some of that anger with his senses anyways.

"What is it?" he asks.

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John looks at him quizzically, his weary, distracted mind not grasping the question.