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"Have you eaten yet?"
"Nope," Hannah responded happily, grabbing her little brother by the hand.
Dean blinked in surprise, clearly surprised by the action.
"Um, okay," he mumbled. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Bye, Mama. Bye, Papa."
Then he hurriedly retreated and quickly fled the living room.
"Where is daddy?" asked Hannah curiously, peering around the room.
Mary frowned at the question, not sure how to answer. Before she could come up with an excuse though, she noticed her husband standing in the doorway.
"Morning Dean," Bobby greeted. "Can I help you with somethin'?"
Before either parent could reply, Hannah suddenly gasped. Both parents followed her gaze, and they saw that Dean was lying across the couch in the living room. For a split second, Mary wondered whether he had fallen asleep there. But then she realized that he wasn't moving, and her heart sank.
"Is Dean asleep?" she asked worriedly.
"Yeah," Bobby replied. "Don't worry, I got him."
At Bobby's words, Mary glanced quickly over at her son. She smiled weakly as she saw the slight movement in his arms. She had never seen him sleep so peacefully, and she wondered briefly what had happened that had caused Dean to sleep so soundly. Then she remembered, and her expression darkened considerably.
"You needn't wake him," she mumbled, turning to face Bobby. "I will carry him upstairs myself."
The older man shook his head, frowning.
"Not possible," he replied. "Your baby needs his rest."
"But he doesn't have any painkillers," Mary argued stubbornly.
Bobby gave her a stern look.
"Listen here, Mary," he stated firmly. "If you insist on getting yourself hurt, then the next time your boyfriend wants to stay with you, he has to ask for permission first."
Mary sighed dejectedly. Bobby knew her too well.
"Fine," she grumbled.
She bent down slowly and grabbed one of Dean's arms. Her heart instantly clenched when she heard the groan Dean uttered upon her touch. The poor boy seemed to be struggling even to keep his eyes open. She winced in guilt.
"Come on, sweetie," she whispered, lifting him off the couch.
Once she managed to pull him off the sofa, he immediately latched onto her neck and wrapped his legs tightly around her waist. Her hands automatically reached up to support his bottom, as she maneuvered herself so that she could get her arms underneath his knees. Without further ado, she carried him bridal style up the staircase. Once the pair arrived in the spare bedroom where she slept on occasion, she placed him gently onto the bed. Then she walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a light blanket from inside. She wrapped the blanket around his body before pulling it up to his chin. A small pained gasp left Dean's lips the moment she tugged on the blanket.
"It's okay," she assured him. "You're going to feel better soon, sweetheart."
"Thank you," he murmured.
A moment later, he fell into a fitful sleep.
~*~*~*~
An hour later, Dean's eyelids fluttered open and he found himself staring up at the ceiling. He yawned loudly and attempted to stretch his stiff limbs. A strange feeling of hunger struck him. After blinking a couple times, he managed to focus his vision and see that he was lying in bed. He sat upright and rubbed his bleary eyes, noticing that Mary wasn't anywhere to be found. Dean furrowed his brows in confusion. Why was he in bed instead of downstairs eating breakfast like usual? He glanced at the clock to see that it was currently five o'clock in the morning. He stood up shakily and headed toward the bathroom to take care of whatever the hell it was he needed to take care of. As he entered, however, his suspicions were confirmed. A figure was standing beside the bathtub, gazing down at a piece of paper that lay crumpled beneath his foot. Dean approached silently, not wanting to startle whoever was standing behind the tub. When he was close enough to read what was written there, his mouth dropped open slightly.
DEAN,
YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT!
DON'T YOU DARE FORGET THIS
AND DON'T YOU DARE GO LEAVING ME AGAIN!
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING! I WILL ALWAYS HAVE YOUR BACK! WE ARE IN THIS TO THE END WITHIN OR WITHOUT YOU. SO STAY SAFE AND COME HOME RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME I WILL DRAG YOUR ASS UPON THESE FLOORS!
YOUR MAJESTY
DEAN SIGHED, TURNED AWAY FROM THE BATHROOM, AND STARTED BACK DOWN THE VACUUM LOBBY. HE WAS ALREADY ON HIS WAY OUT OF THE HOUSE WHEN HE REACHED THE DOORWAY. A sudden thought occurred to him and he turned around once more. Stepping back inside the room, he picked up the note again.
But then,end.