Re: Who wants to be normal when We can be Special?
It was sad in a way, to watch the big kid. Not even old enough to buy a beer, and here he was in front of a bunch of strangers trying to somehow grapple with an event that would likely take years, if not decades to fully process.
Like an amputee waking up after a car wreck, he could follow directions. Roll over, swallow these pills, give me your arm. But in Deans case it was, drink the blood of this stranger, close the wound to hide your deeds from the world, don't freak out and break down in front of the few people that might possibly know that was going on. He obeyed because he did not know what else to do, and to start pulling on that thread was to risk unraveling everything that was keeping him upright.
When Tom turned away, it hurt. It hurt because Dean could not blame him for doing it. He also tried not to look at the man from whom he had just bit. Like the morning after a drunken one night stand, it was kind of weird now.
The big picture stuff was just too much. What had happened in the Jade Dragon, the memory of the burning out in the parking lot. It was easier to focus on the little things, like how his "fit bit" had stopped reading anything, and how he realized that he was not breathing. He had been subconsciously holding his breath, but it didn't matter, there was just no urge to do anything about it.
"You rescued me." Dean finally managed to say softly, looking first to their host, the charismatic bald man in the suit, then to Abe and Tom. It was obvious even in his shocked state that had he been left out there in the parking lot, he would burned right down to his bones. But he was here, wherever here was, and so they had somehow gotten him to safety.
He could have gone with "What the hell just happened?" or settled on just screaming his head off, but some part of him knew that he was in the presence of somebody incredibly important, and he damn well needed to make a good first impression.