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Dean and Alec were in the infirmary, and Sam, Jack, and Castiel were hanging back, watching in anticipation. It had been roughly 5 weeks since the death of Asmodeus, and Alec’s eye had been healing slowly, sure, but it had gotten better and better. Now it was the moment of truth, either the eye was healed and Alec would be able to see properly again, or it had failed and they needed to call Rowena again.
Alec was sitting on one of the beds and Dean was slowly and carefully removing the eyepatch. He stood with one leg between Alec’s knees and took the younger man’s chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting his head up to get a better angle. He then peeled off the dressing, to which Alec hissed a little, the dressing having been dried stuck to the eyelid. Dean started to clean the eye carefully, keeping a stoic expression throughout the whole process.
“Can you open it?” He asked gently.
Alec complied and carefully opened his left eye. Dean took in the sight. No matter how many times he’d seen it before, it always made his stomach do a nervous flip. It looked really bad. The cursed weapon left a definitely permanent scar right through Alec’s eyebrow and down on his eyelid. Luckily Duma had only grazed the eye itself and it had now completely healed, in the physical sense at least. Dean flashed a light right into the eye, Alec flinched.
“Good! Your eye is reacting. Can you see?” Dean asked.
“Well you just blinded me all over again, so no.” Alec scolded.
“Quit being such a baby. You flinched, that’s good news. Just blink a couple of times and tell me what you see.” Dean instructed in a stern voice.
Alec did what he was told, but scowling at Dean nonetheless, who kept a serious face. After the light started to fade he closed his right eye and concentrated on his surroundings. A couple of days ago he could see shadows, very vaguely but still. Now he looked at Dean and could make out his face close range at least, it was a little blurry, but the effect seemed to fade away.
“It’s a little blurry but I can definitely see you.” He muttered.
“Good! Guys, we have a seer!” Dean called over his shoulder to the men watching.
“Oh, thank God.” Sam breathed out. Both Jack and Cas lowered their shoulders in relief as well.
Dean turned back to Alec who looked really sad. Dean’s expression immediately showed concern. “What’s wrong?” He asked the younger man.
“Nothing. Just glad to see the depth of your handsome face again.” Alec said with a half smirk.
“Don’t flirt with me, kid.” Dean scolded, serious expression back in place. “There’s something else, tell me.”
Alec glanced over to the men standing behind Dean, then back down on his lap. Dean took the hint.
“Guys, can you give us a minute?” Dean asked over his shoulder.
The other three men nodded with a smile and left the infirmary, closing the door behind them.
“Now you wanna tell me?” Dean asked while cleaning up after them.
“We haven’t really talked since after hell, and I-I just…” Alec trailed off, not making eye contact.
“What do you mean? We talk everyday.” Dean shot back, not stopping what he was doing.
“Yeah like acknowledgements at breakfast, or questions about a case… I mean like a real talk. About us, about what I said and about what I did…” Alec responded calmly.
Dean sighed but walked over to the shadowhunter. “I know.” He said, putting his hand on Alec’s shoulder.
Alec looked up into his eyes. “You know? That’s great then!” He said sarcastically, exhaling through his nose in frustration.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I just…” Dean went down on one knee, looking up at Alec. “I have thought about what you said. And I get it. You were upset and hurt, it’s okay to be.”
“Yeah, but that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have pushed you away like that, I should’ve-”
“No. Alec, it’s okay. I think it would benefit both of us to stop thinking in past tense. What could’ve been done, what should’ve been done. As my brother have pointed out numerous times, it’s not healthy. Let’s just try and move forward.” Dean told him with a smile.
“But, just, do you forgive me?” Alec asked a little carefully.
“I forgave you last week when you and Jack ‘accidentally’ drenched those sandwiches in mayo and made Sam spill all over his favourite shirt.” Dean said with a chuckle.
Alec chuckled with him and smiled. Alec leaned in but Dean stopped him gently.
“I’m not saying no, Alec. I just need a little bit of time.” Dean said sadly.
“Oh. I-I’m sorry, I just thought you meant, when you said you forgave me, and…” Alec stuttered out, a blush on his cheeks.
“I meant what I said. I just want to make sure that you are in this, 100 percent. Both for your sake and mine.” Dean said with a comforting smile. Alec nodded. “Now let’s put that healed eye of yours to use, I think I heard Sam mention something about a nest of vampires!” Dean added, standing up. Before walking away he offered his hand to Alec who took it with a wide smile.