Chapter 4
Still slightly shaken from the episode in the kitchen, Mary paused at the door, taking a moment to settle her nerves. She took a deep breath and summoned up the most motherly smile she could muster considering she was still shaken to the core. She entered the room.
"Here you go Sammy." she said brightly. "A nice fresh juice."
"Thank you mommy." Sam said reaching for it with his left hand.
"How about you use two hands" She said.
Sam looked at her sheepishly and reach out with both hands to tightly grasp the glass. Once Mary was sure he had a tight hold she let go.
"What happened to your hand Sam?" Mary asked, noticing the large band aid on his right palm. Sam just shrugged.
"I gots a bloods but Dean mades it all better."
"Oh really? Did he kiss it better?" she teased.
"I sure did." Dean said as he moved into the room, "Then Sammy made me all better too, didn't you?" he said pointing to the small cut on his forehead.
"Yep! Then we played scarecrows and I winned! And I hads a burger and nuggets and fries and apples and I gots this toy," He said briefly holding up a small plastic...something, "but I hads to have a juice. Dean wouldn't lets me have soda. Oh! And then I hads a bath with my undies on!" Sam said, giggling behind his hands
"A bath with your...a what?" Mary asked turning to Dean for clarification.
"Well he was covered in gunk from the hunt and I sure as hell wasn't bathing him naked." Dean replied.
"Oh, oh okay. Well it sounds like you had an eventful day. Are you sure nothing else happened...like the sky falling down?"
"Yeah," Dean said with a sigh, "he likes to talk. Once you get him started there's no stopping him really."
Mary and Dean spent the next couple of hours at the table entertaining Sam with games and drawing. When he started constantly rubbing at his eyes Dean immediately recognized the signs of him getting tired and left the table to prepare his room for sleep. Walking around Sams room, Dean removed any weapon or object that could pose any danger to his little brother. Reaching under his pillow to remove the knife Dean knew would be stashed there, his eyes fell on a picture of the brothers partially hidden behind the lamp. Picking it up, he smiled at the memory. The picture had been taken the summer before Sam left for Stanford. It showed the brothers standing by the Impala laughing at some shared joke. He replaced the picture before doing one last sweep for missed weapons then leaving the room to hide his collection in a lockable room where Sam wouldn't be able to stumble upon them accidentally.