Chapter 7
"So Deano!" John said "What do you want for breakfast buddy? You can have pancakes, cereal, fruit whatever you want." Dean did not respond but instead just stared down blankly at the table.
"Come on son…talk to me" John pleaded to no avail. "We can even go out to breakfast if you want. McDonalds…you like those sausage biscuits remember" he asked the little boy who did not seem to have even heard him. Dean was still silent and John was beginning to get a little aggravated.
John exhaled and took deep calming breaths to control his temper. This was beginning to be too much. Dean needed to start back talking soon.
"Talk to me \Dean" he demanded again. His voice was soft, but the little boy flinched at the request none the less yet still did not say a word.
"He won't speak to you John" Susan said as she entered the kitchen. She walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a bright blue bowl, she then walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk before fetching the cereal box that was on top of the fridge. She walked over to the table and placed the bowl down in front of Dean and proceeded to prepare a bowl of his favorite cereal.
She filled the bowl halfway and turned back to look up at John "but he likes a bowl of cornflakes in the morning and a spoonful of sugar" she said as she scoped a spoonful of sugar from the sugar bowl and put it in Deans cereal and Dean silently begin to eat.
"And you buddy' John said softly while looking at Dean. "Couldn't just tell me that you wanted cereal." Dean did not respond just kept on eating his cereal.
Susan frowned Dean was not doing well and she had wanted to discuss this with John for a while now but before there had never been a good time.
"Look John" she said softly and the man looked up from his on going stare at his son and gave her his full attention.
" I was talking to a friend of mine the other day and her son in law died recently in a car accident…anyway, I was telling her about Deans situation and she said that her grandson responded to his fathers death in a very similar manner…She uh, she gave me the number to this therapist that she used. She said he was really good."
John shook his head. He wasn't really the therapist type" "No Shrinks" he responded. His voice was soft but still held a non nonsense tone.
Susan walked closer to John and placed her hands on his shoulder. Well…Dean, Dean is not doing so well and I don't know what else to do so…"
John shook his head no again. , then looked down at his little boy. "No, no shrinks. Dean will be fine he just needs a little time to adjust" he said.
That was it. His son would be fine as soon as he got use to the fact that he mother was gone now for good. "He'll be fine" John said again and ran his hands softly through he's son's hair.
