BrokenRobe

When Dean came to, he was in his bedroom with Doctor Fraiser looking over him.  Huh.  He figured they would have taken him to the hospital when they came stateside, guess not. Before he could say anything, the petite doctor shushed him telling him to rest.  Dean had to snort at that, isn't that what he's been doing. "How long have I been out?" Janet raised her eyes to his and told him three days. What? There was no way he was out for three days.  Daniel and Vala would have taken him to the hospital by the second day.  Before he could ask, Janet quickly reassured him that if he hadn't woken up, she would have personally took him to the hospi

So...breaking through fabric of reality, how does one do that? He should just ask Daniel, or Carter. She's smart, she'd probably ramble off a dozen theories and all he had to do was take notes. Easy peasy. Dean snorted.  Yeah, real easy.  He couldn't help it, he had to laugh and he did.  He laughed so hard his ribs started to ache. Daniel and Vala looked at him liked he lost his mind.  It made him laugh even harder.  They weren't that far off.  He was planning to break through the Veil to get to his imaginary friend just so said imaginary friend wouldn't be alone anymore.  Oh, and once he somehow managed to break through the Veil he had to f

The Doctor talked with him.  Interacted with him, saw him.  But it was a dream, of course the Doctor seemed real.  But the feeling of something was not right wouldn't disappear.  Twice now it happened.   Shrugging it off, Dean continued on with his new life with Doctor Daniel Jackson and Vala Mal Doran, his new "parents".  He had to laugh as his social worker described them as eccentric and brilliant.  She failed to mention that Daniel was also an archaeologist and that Vala was a thief.  For a year, he travelled around the U.S. with his new family and Dean found he didn't mind the constant moving.  It felt right.  Though he did put his foot

Two years after Dean’s initial dream of the Doctor, he and Sam lost their father.  The police called it a "tragic accident," and no matter how it's phrased, it sucked and it wasn't fair.  Their dad only went to the store for some ice cream and he got caught in the crossfire between the police and three armed robbers.  The police all offered their condolences but it meant nothing to Dean, he blamed them. Sam just clung to Dean like his life depended on it.  The memorial service was held in Lawrence, the one place Dean swore to never return to, but it made sense, to bury their father with their mother.  After the service, all of their da