In a few seconds Dean materialized in Audrey's room, her body felt so light. He looked down at her unconscious face, rage and pain filled his emotions. He wish he could comfort her, tell everything on his mind, but at this point they was no going back.
He walked over to the bed placing her down, he was about standing when she held on to his hands. "I'm sorry".
He turned to look at her, but she was still unconscious, but tears ran down her closed eyes. He couldn't leave with her wounds unattended to, so he disappeared from the room, then materialized back with a first aid box.
He sat on the bed next to her, opening the box. Her head wound wasn't that deep, but it was serious. Her head wound was already dried up, so it cut few balls of cotton, each dipping then in antiseptic. It took 8 cotton to fully clean her head. Everytime he dapped the cotton on her wound, he bloweed unto it, this was a whole different demeanor from his usual. His eyes softened, his touches light and gentle.
He finished her head wound with a little bandage on her head, he looked down at her face, till now her face was still swollen. He could ice it cause it'll wake her up, so he just applied ointment on the both side, he also cleaned her bloody nose. He wanted to apply ointment on her wrist but he couldn't bring himself to look at her body, her own cloth barely covered her body.
He stared at her for a while, even with her bruised face she still looked so beautiful in his eyes. He missed this, he missed her badly. He stretched his hand forward wanting to caress her face but he stopped midway, he couldn't. He couldn't let himself soften up, all those months of practice, restrainant, he couldn't let them go to waste.
He stood up and was about leaving, when he heard In a faint voice. "Please"
"Don-t leave m-e".
"Why do you still, you know the reason I do all what I do to myself", Audrey said, she couldn't lift her body because how sour and stiff it was.
"You come when I'm trouble, or when I want to die. Why don't you come when I cry, when I call your name. Why do you still hate me", she wept with closed eyes.
How strong could Dean stay, fighting so many emotions, so many uncalculated actions. The old Dean would pay her head and give her reassuring words, tell things would be ok. But that Dean is long gone, this Dean had responsibilities, so much weighed on his shoulder.
He turned to her, scanning her from Head to toe. Her whole body was cover, just her head was left out. "If I hated you, do you think I'd even waste a breath to come see you?".
"What do you want Audrey? Haven't I tried enough?", he said so stern.
"you were the one that said 'he's your father' and other stuff. Now I'm doing what he left behind, you whine. I don't have the whole time in the world.".
"The old Dean you knew is gone, I have people to put other control", he looked at her, she tried to sound harsh are rude but it just couldn't come. Her state wasn't fine, but knowing what she was he wasn't to worried.
"Bu-"
"Let's just not", Dean said, before she could say anything more he disappeared.
He materialized on his bed looking up, exhausted and so emotionally down.
"How was it?", Xavier asked.
"Not soo good", Dean replied.