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The boys and Eileen were all on a hunting trip that I had decided to stay home for. It wasn’t that I don’t like going on missions with them it’s just they already had five people, and it as unnecessary for me to come. Also, I hadn’t had the bunker to myself in forever so I wanted some peace and quiet.
The first few days go fine and Dean texts or calls me every night with updates. Always around the same time as well so when he doesn’t and instead I get a call from Jack around two hours later I immediately pick up.
“What’s wrong?” I ask and there’s some shuffling and whispering on the other end before Sam’s voice comes through the speaker.
“Hey,” He says awkwardly.
“Sam what the hell is going on.” I repeat not asking this time and more demanding he tell me.
“Dean got hit by something magic on the hunt and he said it didn’t hurt that much and he was bleeding and then Cas tried to heal him and he couldn’t and he was kinda fine just quiet and then we got back to the motel and now he’s not fine and he’s crying a lot for someone who’s had a lot worse injuries, but anyhow through the crying he just keeps asking for you.” Sam rushes out.
“Not exactly what he was saying though,” Jack adds and I sigh putting two and two together on why Jack called immediately knowing that Dean was asking for his dada and not me by my name. I don’t know how Jack knew but the kid could be smart when he needed to be.
“Can you ask Cas to fly me ov-” Before I can even finish the sentence Castiel is in my room. We head to the motel that everyone was staying at and I go over to a still crying Dean lifting him into my arms and he clings to me. I sit us right back down on the bed and shush him gently.
“It’s ok sweet boy, you’re alright.” I say. “Does it hurt?” I ask and he shakes his head confusing me slightly. “Well then what’s wrong?” I ask gently.
“Only hurts a tiny bit but Cassie couldn’t heal it,” He explains to me quietly.
“Oh,” I say understanding now. “You’re scared cause you were hurt and Cas couldn’t make it all better?” I clarify and he nods. “And because of that now I get my little boy, huh?” I smile softly and get another small nod.
“What?” Sam questions and I give him a death glare daring him to say anything bad and he actually shrinks back.
“Well we’re gonna head to our room since it seems Dean will be fine now.” Eileen says taking Sam and bringing him out the room we were in and back to theirs. Cas and Jack go back to their room as well leaving me alone with, a luckily only sniffling now, Dean.
“I brought your bag since I had a feeling you were little.” I tell him. “You want your paci or anything?”
“Want Scooby.” He says and I take the stuffed dog out the bag handing it to him seeing him grab it smiling.
“Acty paci too please,” He says his words sounding a bit smaller as he sinks deeper into his headspace.
“Of course sweetheart good job asking so nicely.” I say handing it to him and he smiles at me popping it into his mouth and sucking softly as I run a hand through his hair the other hand wiping the last of the tears that ran down his face.
“When’s the last time you had some water De?” I ask. I figured out very quickly being the little’s caregiver two things. The first being when he’s little he much prefers being called De over Dean and cute names like sweetheart and things like that and the second being the man was always chronically dehydrated. He shrugs and looks up at me.
“You want a sippy?” I ask and he nods. I fill one of this blue sippy cups with some water and bring it back over to him making him take a few sips before he puts it next to him.
“Hey dada?” He asks.
“Yeah?” I reply as he cuddles back into my side clutching Scooby close to his chest paci back where it should be.
"Can we watch a movie before bed?" He asks looking up at me with those big green eyes that I could never say no to.
"Of course baby, what do you wanna watch?" I ask already knowing the answer as he points excitedly to his Scooby-Doo stuffie. “Every time?” I ask.
“Uh yeah!” He says like it was obvious. “There’s like a million billion movies and the show and he always is like ‘scooby-dooby-doo!’ and I love it.” He rambles and I smile softly.
“Alright but before I put a movie on lets get you in some comfier clothes, ok?” I say not pointing out that the ones he has on now still have blood on his sleeve from his arm. I know Sam probably wrapped his arm when they returned before his freak out since Cas couldn’t heal him since it’s Sam but there was still some blood from before he could. I didn’t point it out not wanting Dean to remember why he was upset and worried in the first place but I also did not want him sleeping in it.
“KK dada,” He agrees easily.
I help him change into his favorite pjs, a soft set that he always liked on little nights, and put the bloody clothes away in a bag to wash later and make a mental note to get some stain remover since I’m pretty sure we were out back at the bunker. Dean settles back against me, Scooby tucked under one arm and his sippy cup ready to go. I pull up one of the many Scooby-Doo movies on my laptop, knowing this will help him fully relax after the stressful evening.
We're only about twenty minutes into the movie when I feel Dean's head getting heavier against my shoulder. I look down to see his eyes drooping, paci moving slowly as he fights to stay awake. Knowing he needs the rest after today's events, I carefully adjust us so we're lying down properly.
“De, sleep.” I tell him.
“Gotta watch movie,” He mumbles.
“You’ve seen it, you know how it ends and we can watch it another day.” I say softly.
“Promise dada?”
“I promise sweetheart,” I smile at him even though his eyes are closed and he doesn’t see it and within minutes he’s fast asleep snoring softly.
I close my laptop and set it aside, making sure not to jostle Dean as I do. Looking down at his peaceful sleeping face, I can't help but smile, grateful that despite the scare earlier he's now safe and content. Tomorrow we'll have to deal with explaining things to Sam and the others, but for now, this quiet moment is exactly what we both needed.