The Rumour- Collab- 35

Jack’s P.O.V

I watch as Dean sleeps, cuddling into the sheets of the hospital bed. He’s completely healthy; the only reason that the doctors have kept him in hospital is because they are perplexed.
The boy came back from the dead for god sakes!
I’m overjoyed that he did, I don’t know what I’d do without him. I’ve only known him for about two months but he’s already stolen my heart.
I never believed in love at first sight, but how could I not fall for Dean from the very instant I laid eyes on him?
He’s perfect.
He tosses in his sleep, his eyes flutter open.
“Jack… Were you watching me sleep?”
“Maybe…”
“You’re such a creeper!” He laughs which makes me laugh too.
“Oh but you love me.”
“Yeah, I do.” He says, smiling sheepishly at me. I lean in slowly, brushing my lips against his.
“Your hair looks funny.” I laugh, ruffling it and pulling away before we could actually kiss properly.
“You’re one to talk! Your hair is like a mop on your head!”
“That’s because I didn’t have time to style it, I was too busy watching you sleep.”
“Which brings us back to the point of you being creepy.” We both laugh loudly, probably disturbing all the other patients but we were too happy to care.
I love him so much.

“Two kings.”
“BULLSHIT!”
“This game doesn’t work with only two people!” I laugh, both Dean and I had half a pack of cards in our hands, we really can’t play properly. How am I supposed to get away with placing two ‘kings’ in the middle when Dean has all four?
“We should probably play a different game.”
“But then I wouldn’t have a reason for swearing loudly.” Dean pouted at me. I leant forward and kissed his pout softly.
“We could always play Arsehole.” I murmur against his lips.
“I’d love that.” I collect the cards and start to shuffle them; just before I can deal Chris and PJ walk into the room.
“Hey Dean, you feeling better?” Chris asks.
“Yeah, it doesn’t feel like I was dead this time three days ago.” PJ’s face goes pale and his cheeks look flushed. He starts shaking a little, his eyes are wide.
“Y-you died?” PJ asks quietly, the question barely above a whisper.
“Well… Yeah. That’s why I’m here instead of at home.” PJ covers his mouth with his hands, a small gasp passing his lips, tears glazing over his eyes.
“You seriously didn’t know?” I ask. I thought it was common knowledge amongst our group of friends that Dean had died. It’s certainly common knowledge for every doctor and nurse in this hospital. Hell, even the janitors know, one highly religious one makes a point of holding his cross every time he passes Dean’s room.
PJ started crying. Actually, not just crying but full on sobbing his poor little heart out. Chris wrapped him in his arms and started whispering things in his ear, too quiet for me to hear. PJ slowly started to calm down and soon his sobs turned into soft whimpers.
“I’m so sorry Dean, this is all my fault.”
“No it’s not, it’s your dads fault, but it doesn’t matter, I’m alive now aren’t I?”
“H-how long?”
“Pardon?”
“How long were you dead for?”
“I was declared dead then five minutes later I was alive again.”
“I’m glad you’re not dead.” PJ says, a hint of a smile on his face.
“I’m happy you’re not dead.” Chris says, his face splitting into a grin.
“I’m ecstatic you’re not dead.” I laugh, relieved that the mood has lifted.
“I’m elated I’m not dead.” Dean quips.
“Overjoyed.”
“Thrilled.”
“Jubilant.”
“Euphoric.”
“Rapturous.”
“Enraptured.”
“Delighted.”
“Joyous.”
“Elated.”
“That’s already been said you twat!” Chris laughed at PJ.
“Well it’s true!”
“You ruined it.”
“You destroyed it.”
“You wrecked it.”
“Since when did we all become thesauruses!?” PJ half yelled, half laughed.
“Since I decided I liked saying words.” Dean said, matter-of-factly.
“I hate all of you… Except foe Chris, I could never hate Chris.” Chris aww’ed then hugged PJ, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
“Suck up.” Dean muttered underneath his breath, making me laugh. The room fell into a comfortable silence as we all just stared at each other, reveling in out own happiness.
“I’m just so content right now.” Chris sighed.
“Faggot.” Dean laughed.
“Oh, honey you know it!” Everyone in the room lost it. We all started laughing and none of us could stop.
Dan and Phil chose this moment to walk into the room. They looked rather confused but soon joined in on our laughing. It was just like how it was when we were kids. Talking, joking, laughing for no reason.
The only difference between now and when we were six is that now we have Dean. Our maturity levels certainly haven’t changed.
Soon we all calm down enough to form actual words.
“So, you guys up for a game of Arsehole?”
“Nah, how about we play Mafia instead?” Phil suggested.
“Yeah, Mafia is the best!” Dan and Chris said at the same time.
“What’s Mafia?” We all looked at Dean, not even attempting to hide the shock on our faces.
“You’ve never played Mafia?”
“No.”
“You haven’t lived!”
“On the contrary, I have. Twice.”
“Shut up and let me explain to you the rules.”

“Dean was walking through the Sahara desert when a group of ninja llama’s came out from behind a cactus and stabbed him with the horn of a unicorn, he died instantly, his blood spurting out of his body in all the colours of the rainbow.” Dan narrated.
“Accusations!”
“I accuse Jack!” Chris shouted.
“Reasons!”
“Just look at his hair, if that doesn’t scream murderer then I don’t know what does.”
“I second!” Phil shouts with enthusiasm.
“Jack, defense?”
“I would never kill my Dean! I love him too much.” I smile sweetly at Dean.
“Votes, should we kill him?”
“Yes.” Everyone says in unison.
“Jack, the people have spoken. You are now dead. Reveal your card.” I flip my card to reveal the king of hearts.
“Jack how could you!?” Dean screams indignantly.
“I’m sorry babe, I had to.” I lean in to kiss him but he turns his head away.
“You stabbed me with a unicorn horn, I am NOT going to kiss you.”
“Fine.” I say huffily. We were joking of course. Every thing that has been said in the last hour has been a joke.
We continued our game, only stopping when the doctor entered the room.
“Dean, we can see no reason to keep you here any longer, so once you’re ready you can leave.”
“Thanks Doc.” Dean says with a smile.  He jumps out of bed straight away, grabbed his clothes and headed into the toilet. He re-entered the room fully dressed and ready to leave.
“C’mon guys, lets continue this back at my house.” Chris says. We all jump up from our various spots in the room. I was in the chair next to deans bed, Chris and PJ were sitting on the windowsill, Phil was sitting cross legged against the wall and Dan was sitting in the middle of the room.
We all leave, I was holding Dean’s hand, Dan was holding Phil’s hand and PJ was holding Chris’s hand.
If I had to describe how every thing is at this very moment with one word, that word would be perfect.