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Fallon lays on the floor, arms wrapped around himself; the floor is cold. He couldn’t bear the uncomfortable chairs anymore and didn’t want to go to bed yet. The bunker wasn’t exactly built for comfort, the comfort of a soft couch. His gaze stuck on the bookshelves across the room from him, counting each one.
A thudding set of footsteps approached him from the side. Looking up, he saw Dean and Finn. Finn holding Dean's hand, Dean looking very annoyed.
“Can I help you?” Fallon sits up, looking at the two. Dean huffs a bit, letting go of Finn's hand.
“Can you watch him for a bit?” He gets down to Fallon's level. “Renata and I are going out on important business, and she doesn’t fully trust the others to watch Finn anymore.”
Fallon sighs, looking over at Finn, who was playing with the bottom of his shirt. Nodding, he takes Finn's arm while Dean walks out, leading him into the next room.
“So, what’s up, little man?” Fallon sits in the chair in Renatas room, Finn's toys and such scattered on the floor. Renata hadn't had a chance to pick up before Dean whisked her away for something. Weird. She usually stays behind on any missions.
Finn picks up his stuffed shark and shows it to Fallon, who just stares at it blankly.
“Impressive.” Finn smiled at his comment, not realizing it was sarcasm.
“My dad gave it to me, his name is Fork!” Finn squeezed the shark a bit. Fallon gave him a pathetic thumbs up and sat back on the bed. Finn sat on the floor, setting fork next to him, before reaching over for a half-solved puzzle. Fallon sank more into the bed, watching the puzzle pieces move in Finn's hands.
“Finn, I'm just gonna... Close my eyes… for a second, okay..?” Fallon blinks slowly, wrapping Renatas quilt around his torso. Finn looks over and gives a little nod before going back to his puzzle.
Drifting to sleep, Finn starts becoming a blur before Fallon's vision goes black. Hours go by shifting in Renatas comfy bed, Fallon felt like the princess and the pea sleeping on her tower of mattresses. He turned over, feeling a sharp pain hit his side. Opening his eyes, he saw a blurry figure smacking at him.
“What the fuck?” He shoots up, looking forward. Tonya was standing at the side of the bed.
“Why are you in Renata's b???” She narrows her eyes at him. Fallon looks at her, confused, then over at the pile of blankets on the other side of the room.
“I’m watching Fin. Why are you here?” He returns her look. Tonya stands up fully, looking around a bit awkwardly.
“Renata asked me to come in anytime I needed.” Tonyalookeds down before glancing back at the finished puzzle. Fallon bolts out of bed and searches the room.
“Where's Finn???” Fallon starts moving things around., Tonya grabs him and whirls him around. “You need to calm down.”
The two look at the open door before running over piling over top of each other, not knowing what a curious child could harm himself with in a bunker of this size, scattering around the rooms searching. Tonya clears through the small kitchen, and Fallon tears apart the giant library. Tonya trips over the carpet, and Fallon jumps over her to the front door. Neither of them want Renata to find out they lost her son, despite being usually calm and collected, who knows how she would react to Finn's absence. Fallon pushes the entrance open. Finn is standing on a bar of the fence, looking up at the dark sky. Tonya rushes over and grabs him, seeing Dean's car lights in the distance.
They both fly down the stairs as if an axe-wielding maniac were at the front door, slamming into nearby chairs and setting Finn on the floor. Dean and Renata walk in, Dean muttering under his breath. Renata rolled her eyes and walked over to the group, waving hello at them.
“Hello, dears! How was Finn?” She turns her head slightly, bringing herself to Finn's level to embrace him with a hug. he clings to her, refusing to let go.
“O, he was fine…” Fallon asks, out of breath. Tonya just nods.
“Oh, good.” She picks him up and makes her way towards their bedroom. “Let’s get you ready for dinner, bud.”
Fallon reaches his hand out, balled in a fist. Tonya raises an eyebrow slowly and awkwardly returns his fist bump, the two sitting up and deadpanning as they see in front of them, sitting in a chair pointed at the stairs. Castiel. Hands together in his lap, legs crossed.
“Thank you for collecting, Finn.” He starts. “I let him play outside, was gonna collect him in fifteen minutes, but you two got to it before I did.”
With that, he walks away, following after Dean. Tonya and Fallon, both with furrowed brows, get up to leave, Tonya kicking her chair over beforehand with a huff.