--You guys got lucky, my flight was delayed! Figured I'd squeeze this in before I go!--
"Dad, Dad I' sorry..." Dean whispered sadly. "Please, Dad please don't." Lauren opened her eyes, thankful when she saw Dean laying next to her. But her relief turned to worry when she heard what he was saying, and how pain-soaked his words were. "Dahad." Dean moaned, nearly sobbing. "Please Dad I'm sorry."
"Dean wake up baby. It's just a dream." Lauren soothed, shaking his shoulder.
"Dad..." Dean sobbed. He sounded so crushed, so scared. "It hurts Dad please...stop."
"Listen to me Dean! It's just a dream! Baby I swear, you're right here with me, with Lauren, it's okay." She shook him harder, although scared she would hurt him. Dean's eyes flew open, their green filled with an anguish Lauren couldn't understand. He hugged her tighter and buried his face in her shirt.
"I keep tellin' myself it's not real." He whimpered. "That what he said's not true."
"Shshhh. It's not baby. Edward's just a sick sonuvabitch." Lauren said.
"All I hear is his voice. Tellin me how worthless I am." He rasped.
"You aren't worthless Dean." Lauren kissed his temple. "You aren't. I don't care what anybody says. They're wrong." Dean didn't reply. Lauren held him, running her hand through his hair. Making sure he was one hundred percent okay before falling back to sleep.
Other than a few incidents like that the rest of his and Sam's days of recovery went fairly smooth. And by day four, Dean was going stir crazy. He didn't say a word but Lauren knew how he was.
"Alright," He said, starting to sit up. "I am in desperate need of a shower." Before Lauren could protest he stood up. He faced away from her and stretched his arms above his head, his back muscles tightening and loosening again. Lauren's mouth was half opened, eyes wide and starting to sweat. Dean shut his eyes.
"Hey Lauren?" He said.
"Hm?" She replied, still distracted.
"I'm not wearin' anything, am I?" He asked. Lauren shook her head.
"Uh-uh." Dean pursed his lips and nodded. He reached behind him and grabbed the cover sheet, wrapped it around his waist and faced Lauren, a stern look on his face.
"You knew didn't you?" He asked.
"Yup." Lauren said, smiling.
"Why exactly didn't you say anything?" He asked. Lauren shrugged.
"My own personal benefits." She grinned. He rolled his eyes and smiled back. He walked into the bathroom and Lauren giggled.
"Can I come?" She asked sweetly. Dean's head appeared outside the door and he smiled that cocky Dean Winchester grin.
"What kind of question is that?" He asked. He disappeared back into the bathroom. Lauren looked up.
"Ah sweet normalcy."
"Honest to god."
"Yup. Swear on my mother's grave."
"Uh-huh. In a row."
"Wow Maggie." Sam said, unsure if he was impressed or not.
"Yup ten shots in one minute." Maggie said proudly.
"Damn." He laughed. Sam, unlike Dean had asked for his bag before he took a shower and was now talking to Maggie, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed a few feet away.
"Yeah, I was drunk off my ass too. Lauren had to drive me home before some shady dude named Mick did." She giggled. Sam laughed too. There was a knock on the door and they turned.
"I'm knocking to avoid my eyes being burned." Dean's voice said. "If you two are sucking face tell me and I'll come back later." Maggie stood and opened the door.
"You're hilarious ya know that?" She said. Dean shrugged.
"I try. Um I actually wanted to talk to Sam, if that was okay." He said. Maggie nodded and let Dean pass, shutting the door behind her as she left the room.
Sam half smiled at Dean. This was the first time they'd seen each other since they got here, the first time they would talk about what happened and hopefully the last.
Dean looked at his brother's wrapped up hands and then his face.
"You doin alright Sammy?" Dean asked, sitting down next to him. Sam nodded. He looked at Dean's bruised cheek-bone.
"Yeah, you?" He said. Dean nodded.
"Sam where'd he take you?" Dean whispered. Sam had been afraid of this, it was the last thing he wanted to discuss with Dean. He knew he'd have to tell him though. Dean wasn't one to let up.
"A box." He said. Dean's eyes grew. "It was about the size of a coffin. It had these spikes in it so I couldn't move. I was about out of air when Maggie found me." Dean's breathing deepened, his jaw flexed, clearly pissed.
"Bastard." He spat. "Are you okay?" Sam nodded.
"Yeah, I just don't wanna be in dark, small spaces for awhile. What happened to you?" He asked, indicating to his badly bruised face. Dean looked down.
"He did some sort of demonic crap and...made Dad. And Dad kicked my ass, would've killed me. He kicked my ass for what I let happen to you." He said, still not looking at his little brother. He could almost see Edward cutting him, causing him to scream.
"Dean you can't blame yourself for what happened. You didn't know what Edward was going to do. There was no way in hell you could've known it was a set up. This isn't your fault."
"I was told to look after you Sammy and I didn't. I let you get hurt. You could've died." Dean defended.
"Yeah and so could you. Now drop this or I tell Lauren to make you drop it." Sam threatened.
"You wouldn't." Dean said. Sam smirked.
"I would." He smiled. Both brothers laughed. Dean put his arm around Sam's shoulder.
"I'm glad you're okay Sammy." He said.
"Yeah. I'm glad you're okay too Dean." Dean removed his arm. They sat in silence for a few moments.
"So where are we headed after this?" Sam asked.
"We gotta go up to Utah. Some witches have been causing some trouble out there. You up for it?" Dean said.
"I'll go. Can I ask one thing though?" He said slyly.
"What?" Dean asked warily.
"Can Maggie come?" He grinned. Dean shoved his brother's head and laughed.
"As long as you guys don't do anything in my car."
"Yeah you better."
--Once again I want a round of applause for my friend darksupernatural. This fic would be impossible without her! I tip my hat to you my friend. Tell em if you enjoyed the ending. I got another one lined up: "Babies R Winchesters" The title is a little self explanatory. God Bless and behave!--