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You’re going to be a brother. Again. -smiles softly;
-His brows shoot almost into his hairline.- Wha— Really? -Grins.-
Mhm. -puts one of his hands on her stomach; Might just be a little sister this time. But whichever it is, not going ot be loved any less, right?
So what’d I miss?
-leans to kiss his cheek; Morning sleepyhead.
-Smiles.- Hey, mom.
Hey. I’ve got some news for you.
Yeah?
You’re going to be a brother. Again. -smiles softly;
So what’d I miss?
-leans to kiss his cheek; Morning sleepyhead.
-Smiles.- Hey, mom.
Hey. I’ve got some news for you.
So what’d I miss?
-leans to kiss his cheek; Morning sleepyhead.
Coming right up. -kisses his cheek and heats up a piece of apple pie, then scoops a decent-sized scoop of vanilla ice cream onto it and puts it before Dean;
T’ank yoo, momma. -Grins, digging into the pie.-
You’re welcome baby.
Of course you can. You want a scoop of ice cream? -sets him down in a chair;
-Grins-
Pwease!
Coming right up. -kisses his cheek and heats up a piece of apple pie, then scoops a decent-sized scoop of vanilla ice cream onto it and puts it before Dean;
-carries him into the kitchen with her, keeping him close;
Can I has appwe pie, momma?
Of course you can. You want a scoop of ice cream? -sets him down in a chair;
That inky black gaze flickered to John, brows furrowing in curiosity. As he spoke, Dean bit down on the ball-sock in his mouth in an attempt to keep the control that had slowly started to slip as they’d all talked. His gaze dropped to the hand on his knee, and he swallowed hard around the ball-sock; body suddenly quivering ever-so-slightly. Dean screwed his eyes shut, John’s words sinking in slowly.
When his eyes snapped back open they were no longer black, back to their green color. There was a brokenness in his gaze that he couldn’t hide no matter how much he wanted to — Panic and regret and self-loathing shooting through him as always despite what John had said because how could he let this happen? Again.
John reached up pulling the ball-sock out of his mouth, hating how broken his son looked. “Dean look at me” he didn’t bother waiting for him to do as he asked, his voice still low, his words simply to reassure his son. “I’m proud of you, Dean, you have no idea. You are so strong all the time for me, for your brother - for your mother. No one expects you to be strong all the time Dean, everyone deserves a moment of weakness, especially when they are surrounded by family who loves them no matter what. Don’t ever think you have to go through this alone”
He stood running a hand over his face “Sam will you untie your brother” he moved past his youngest son and his wife making his way to the bathroom.
Sam nodded, letting go of his mother to move over to Dean. Speaking as he untied him. “Dad’s right. You keep all this in and this is what happens. You gotta let yourself by upset and angry sometimes. And we’re here for you when that moment pops up.” He walked around to face him. “We love you, Dean. There’s not a single part of you that’s going to take that away.” He wished he could relate to what his brother and father had gone through better. Just so he could understand why they felt the way they did. Sam offered his brother his hand, pulling him into a hug.
Mary’s eyes traveled - following her husband as he made his way for the bathroom. For once in her life, she was without words. Make no mistake of it, she was glad to have her eldest back to himself. Hated seeing that look in his eyes when he came back, but there was nothing he could have done. It wasn’t his fault. And honestly, there was absolutely nothing on this Earth he could do or say to make her hate him. He was her eldest. Her first born. She loved him with all her heart. That was easily enough seen in her eyes, on her smiles, also in that soft tone of hers. It was a tender moment between brothers that were thick as thieves. Swarming fear however, distracted her mind to a thought she didn’t care for. What if this hadn’t worked? What if she’d lost her eldest for good? Hand going over her mouth, she turned and walked away. The door opening and shutting lightly behind her. ((Need to be heading off to bed here, so this is my last post. SRSLY. LOVE YOU GUYS. <3~.))
*Looks highly amused at Balthazar’s pouting before his attention is on what John’s saying. There’s a flicker of something behind the darkness in his eyes before they go black again when John mentions Hell, and he makes a face before his attention is on Mary. He stiffens, letting out a rough breath through his nose, akin to a snort; head canting to the side as if saying ‘He’s listening but he won’t get out~’*
-John took Mary’s arm pulling her back slightly as he moved a chair in front of his son. His voice was low, just enough for Dean to hear, but the others would have to strain their ears- Alright look, I know what happened to you in the put, ok? I know what Alastair did to you, because he did it to me to. I know what it’s like to lay there on his table while he’s cutting into you and christ knows what else, I know what it’s like to wish you were dead or contemplate taking his offer.
I know that you think it was wrong to give into him but no one here blames you, not a single one of us. Look at them, do they look like they think less of you for giving into him? No, because we love you. You are forced to be the strong one day after day, you are allowed your moment of weakness. -he put his hand on Dean’s knee- It doesn’t need to be like this Dean, you can’t conquer this you can get over this. I’m not saying that it will be today or tomorrow or a week from now, but you can get over this because there are people who love you and are willing to help you.
Sam could guess what his father was telling Dean. He’d been lucky with his somewhat shorter stint in the cage. He’d only been tortured, not doing the torturing. Dean had endured both. He pulled his mother closer, wrapping an arm around her. He wished that Dean would accept that they were all flawed and broken in their own ways. It didn’t mean he should hide behind his darkness. They loved him regardless. But he was sure that John’s words would be more effective than his own.
Of course John would be the best out of this. He’d been in all this longer than any of them combined. So she didn’t seem too wounded when she was pulled away. And then she just flickered a bit of a smile at Sam. Slipping her arms around her youngest’s waist. Holding him close. She had a lot of lost time to make up for. Mary knew that much.
*Gaze flickers to Balthazar for a moment before he scoffs, as well as he can around the sock-ball, black gaze flicking between them all; a brow raising.*
-turns to Balthazar- Sit down and keep you smart ass remarks to yourself till we need you for something.
-looking to his youngest and his wife- I’m thinkin’ pain is a no go here, pain is the reason he’s like this. Thirty years of it screws a person up -he knew that he was giving away how long he had been in the same position but he didn’t really care- Only thing that I can see workin’ is trying to talk to Dean and get him to fight.
So appeal to the Dean we know. Well, I’d say bring in some apple pie and beer but I think it’s going to take a lot more than that.
-gives a nod, looking to John and Sam for a moment, before turning back to Dean and walking over, leaning in, she’ll place a motherly kiss right in the middle of his forehead; Dean, baby. I don’t need to tell you to fight. I know how strong you are. I also know you’re not going to miss any future chances of seeing me. Not when you just got me back. -last thought echoed in her mind;
