The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 15. T is for Trauma

"She's on her way." Sam informed Dean, Castiel and Jack who were sitting at the library table with their faces engulfed in worry and sadness.

"You're sure you can't do anything more?" Dean asked and turned to angles in front of him with his hands over his face, rubbing aggressively.

"I am sorry, Dean. Jack's powers are not back yet, and I am not strong enough to heal her properly."

"Why can't shit just for once go smoothly?" Dean shouted and swiped the books to the floor that were spread out on the table. "I just can't stand seeing her like that anymore. I don't know if you guys can hear it, but she's screaming at night. She hasn't slept in two days; she hasn't eaten anything."

"We called for help, Dean. It's going to be okay."

"For us maybe, but will she ever recover from horror Duma put her through? Remember how long it took me to recover from hell?"

"Well, you are a different story when it comes to emotional damage and recovery," Niamh's voice travelled through the room. She stood hunched over at the entrance to the library, leaning on the wall to keep her posture steady. The pills she was taking for the pain made her dizzy and the low blood pressure due to heavy loss of blood didn't do her health justice either.

"What are you doing up?" Dean exclaimed, jumping from his seat to aid to Niamh.

"I am fine, you don't need to buzz around me like a clingy mother."

"You're not fine, Niamh!"

"Thank you for being supportive," she replied sarcastically and sat at the mahogany table, tracing her fingers on the shiny surface.

"How are you feeling Niamh?" Castiel wondered.

"I am fine, really, those bags under my eyes are quite cute if you look on the bright side." She joked making Dean roll his eyes at her silliness in this serious situation.

"Could you stop joking for a second here?"

"Would you rather me crying and screaming in pain?"

"Well, you already do that."

"Dean!" Sam warned.

"You're right, I'm sorry." Niamh bowed her head in shame and picked on bandages on her broken fingers.

"Stop picking on that. It will take ages to heal."

"Will you stop babysitting me, please?"

Dean just sat next to her and looked at her and observed her bandaged wounds, some of which soaked the white cloth in slowly oozing blood.

"Jack, you got your powers back. I am happy for you," Niamh happily exclaimed and high-fived him across the table, earning an ear-to-ear smile from the boy.

"Thank you. I am happy too. But they are not back completely."

"Don't worry, they will come back." She sent him a genuine smile and winced in pain as her cheek injury sliced her in pain. "Guys, have you managed to decipher the instructions while I was on vacation." She joked again making everyone chuckle except grumpy Dean who did not find any of this funny.

"Actually, Dean found a letter from your grandfather." Sam said and dug through the drawer of a cupboard nailed to the wall. He grabbed the letter and handed it over to Niamh whose cheeks turned red for she thought they surely thought she hid it from them on purpose. She stared at the envelope addressed to her in her grandpa's handwriting, still scared to read it.

"I don't know if I want to read it," she said and chuckled, scratching her temple in indecisiveness.

"I think you should." Sam supported and walked over to her and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, careful not to cause her any discomfort.