Chapter 10

***SPNFAN- dang hold your horses. Maybe if people logged in and reviewed the chapters would be coming more… just a hint

Thanks to AGoodOmen

"Dean, Jimmy and I have something to tell you."

"Yes we do," Jimmy said making googly eyes at Mary. Dean felt like he was going to vomit. His mom and his doctor?! There was no way. "So as you know, your mom and I are both in the medical field and just clicked you know? So your mom and I have decided to get married! Happy birthday Dean!"

Dean jolted awake and looked around his room. His mom was sitting on the edge of his bed. He sighed in relief. "It's all a dream… it was all a dream." He whispered to himself.

"You okay?" Mary asked.

"What?" He asked dazedly; sleep still seemed to be calling him.

"I was just saying happy birthday... bad dream?"

Dean rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, something like that…"

"What about?"

"You don't want to know… I didn't even want to know."

Mary smiled at his comment. "Well alright, you have school in a little bit. Get ready. I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?"

"I'll give you a hint: Its food," Mary said leaving Dean to get ready. Dean lay back down for a few more minutes before deciding to take his shower. Since he still had his port, he had to make sure he cleaned it every day and covered it before his shower. He looked at his port. This was the only reminder that his cancer ever existed. His doctor had advised him to keep it in for a year. Mainly for precautions and easy access for another blood transfusion, like when he was shot. It had been a little over a month since his injury and his shoulder was about healed. He still had a little bit of stiffness but it wasn't anything that physical therapy couldn't fix. He felt good and he hadn't felt that in a long time.

After he was done with his shower, he got dressed in one of his plain grey undershirt with a dark blue flannel shirt and dark jeans. Halfway down the stairs, a sweet smell hit him. He knew what the surprise was going to be. Chocolate pancakes. His mom only made them three times a year: the first day of school, his birthday and the start of summer. Just those three days. Not even for Christmas.

"Why do you only make chocolate pancakes three times a year?" Dean said sitting down at the table. Anna was already sitting across from him eating a pancake.

"Dean, I'm a nurse. What do you expect? Having pancakes for every meal isn't exactly what I would call healthy. I told you: if you could eat a whole salad for me, that I would make them for you more often but as we all know, you can't. I know that you weren't allowed to eat salads when you were on treatment but you should try them now."

Dean frowned. "Yeah… I'm going to have to pass on that one. I think not being able to eat salad was the only good thing that came out of treatment."

"I don't get it… it's not like salads will hurt you. I love them. They're healthy," Anna cut in.

"Yeah," Dean snorted, "says the girl who's on her third pancake. Aren't you like a cheerleader or something?" He joked.

"Shut up," Anna said with an eye roll.

"I feel bad for all the people who have the pleasure of lifting you up," Dean said, taking a bite. His mom's pancakes were always perfect.

Anna's face brightened. "Then why don't you take my place Dean? I bet they could just fling you in the air with no effort at all," Anna smirked satisfied. Dean glared at her but was quiet.

"In all fairness, you did start it," Mary shrugged as she sipped her coffee. She let the joke pass; Dean wasn't one to get hurt easily. "Hey, Bobby called and he wants you to help him out today. I really don't want you to start working again but I know you do; so think of this as a birthday present. Now don't roll your eyes at this but I don't want you to overwork yourself. I know you tend to do that sometimes but your body just can't do that right now."

Dean slowly nodded. "I know." It was embarrassing when his mom said those kinds of things in front of Anna.

"After you drop Anna off for cheer practice, go straight over to Bobby's. I have to be in for two deliveries so I probably won't be home until late. Okay?" Dean nodded again.

"School. Anna. Cheer. Bobby. Help. Home. Got it."

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"Hey boy," Bobby greeted Dean, patting his good shoulder. He noticed how boney they still were. Really, how skinny Dean still was. "Dang boy, you need some meat on those bones."

"Trust me Bobby, I'm trying. You try to gain 5 pounds a week. It's harder than losing the weight."

"Yeah well I bet I could do that… so how're ya feeling'?" He asked.

"I've been feeling good, not so sore. Which is nice," Dean said. "There's only a small scar now."

"That's what I like to hear. Now, let's get back to business. I need your help."

"Lead the way old man," Dean teased. Bobby rolled his eyes and led Dean to a blue car that was completely smashed. It looked like it had rolled down a mountain. Twice. "What the hell happened to this?"

"Oh, some dumbos gave their 16 year old daughter this for her birthday and well… she totaled it a week later. She's alright, just some cuts. Never give 16 year olds new cars."

"But, I got a car when I was 16…" Dean said 'as matter fact'.

"Yeah, but your car is from 1967, not from 2013 and definitely not an Escalade. And besides, you're responsible... enough." Dean smirked.

"I didn't even realize what it was…well it's gonna take a lot of work to fix this… four hands are better than 2 huh?" Dean asked as Bobby and he got supplies to start- or rather attempt to fix the car. Dean worked on the undercarriage of the car while Bobby worked on the body. Teamwork at its finest.

"Do you remember that time your dad and I took you on your first fishing slash camping trip?"

"How could I not? I swear those mosquitoes almost ate me alive."

***************FLASHBACK***************

Bobby Singer had just parked his truck in his sister's drive way when he heard his nephew's voice.

"UNCLE BOBBY! YOU'RE HERE!" Five-year-old Dean yelled as he ran over to his uncle giving him a giant hug then started dragging bobby to the house. "Come on! Mommy and Daddy are waiting inside for us." Dean stopped for a moment and looked at Bobby. "Oh and Anna. But she can't come cause she's too little."

"You ready to go?" He asked following Dean inside his house.

"I'm in the dining room feeding Anna," Mary yelled out.

"Hey Mary," Bobby said giving his younger sister a hug.

"Oh Bobby you don't know how glad I am to see you… Dean has been talking about this trip for days now."

"Has he?" Bobby said with a chuckle looking over at his nephew. Dean was making faces at Anna and she was giggling. "Where's Trevor?"

"Right here and ready to go," Trevor said, walking up to them. "You rented the boat right?"

"Sure did," Bobby confirmed.

"Aw look! All my little boys are going on a camping trip!" Mary teased. "Ok you two, I'm going to go down the check list one more time. You tell me if you have everything I say," Dean nodded an ok. "Toothbrush," she listed.

"Check," the two of them said

"How about clothes?"

"Yup," they both said again.

"Fishing poles and sleeping bags?"

"Check," Bobby said. "Already got them in the car and the tent."

"Matches and a lighter?"

Trevor nodded. "Just packed them."

"Ok I think you two are ready but I have just one more question for Dean…do you have underwear packed?"

"MOMMY…" Dean said embarrassed, face turning red. Both Bobby and Trevor chuckled.

"Okay, Okay… I was just making sure."

"I'm gonna go pack the car and put Dean's car seat in place. Meet me in the car in 5 minutes. Got it?" Bobby said taking the two camping bags.

"We better start heading out if we're going to make it by noon," Trevor said. After Mary said her goodbyes to Trevor she bent down to say goodbye to Dean.

"Come here Dean-o. Give Mommy a kiss before you go." Dean ran up to her and gave her a hug. Mary squeezed her first born tightly and kissed the top of his head. "Are you going to have fun?"

"Of course!"

"Are you going to forget about me?"

"Mommy, I would never! I'm only going to be gone for 3 days…" Dean dragged out, holding out three little fingers.

"Well have fun with daddy and uncle bobby. You behave," Dean only smirked at her.

Having made it to camp, they immediately set off to catch fish. Dean was set on catching the biggest one.

"Dean, I told you to hold on to your fishing rod!" Trevor said aggravated. Bobby was trying to hold back his chuckles. Dean had thrown his whole fishing pole in the lake, again. Trevor looked at the floating Scooby doo fishing device. This had been the third time.

"I'm sorry Daddy… here, I'll go get it," Dean said as he started to jump out. Trevor immediately pulled Dean to his chest

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Trevor said. "You cannot jump off the boat Dean. Daddy will go get it." Trevor used his fishing pole to bring the Scooby doo one closer. Once it was by the boat and at reach, Trevor grabbed it. "There."

"Thanks Daddy."

At the end of the day they had only caught a few fish but that was okay, at least they had fun.

On the second day, Bobby and Trevor taught Dean had how to start a fire and they went on a nature walk.

"See these berries here?" Dean looked up at his and nodded with his big innocent green eyes. "You definitely don't want to eat those," Bobby advised.

Dean looked up at his Uncle Bobby. "But why?" Dean asked. Bobby chuckled at the fact that Dean was still in the 'why' stage. Mary and Trevor were probably going crazy.

"Because it says so in this book. But you can't always base it off a book," Trevor explained.

"Are we gunna eat any good berries? I like berries," Dean said nodding his head.

"No, I don't think today Dean-O," said Trevor.

"But mommy says that if I eat berries, I'll grow up big and strong like you and Uncle Bobby," Dean explained.

"Well that's true but these are poisonous berries."

"Poisonous," Dean said slowly. He had heard it before but didn't know what it meant. "What does poisonous mean?"

"Well poison is something that will make you very, very sick," Trevor clarified.

"Is it like when I have a cold and mommy gives me tomato rice soup and sings 'Hey Jude' to me?"

"More sick than that. Like throw up sick."

"Gross! I don't want to eat those berries. No way!" Dean said making a disgusted face.

On the third day, it was time to go.

"You okay Daddy?" Dean asked, noticing his dad scratching his arms and his neck.

"Yeah, these mosquitoes got me good. Those darn things are everywhere."

Dean shook his head. "I don't think so Daddy…you have red spots on your skin and Uncle Bobby told me that there's a plant that makes you itch. Maybe you touched it."

"No Dean, don't be ridiculous, its mosquitoes," he argued.

"He could be right," Bobby cut in coming up from behind them. "Did you pick up any leaves or anything?"

"Yeah but it wasn't poison ivy, I checked in your great big book of everything." Trevor showed Bobby the leaves he had picked that morning. Bobby looked in his book and flipped through the pages.

"Idjit… well you didn't look close enough because there it is right here." Trevor looked at the page then looked at the leaf.

Shit, he thought scratching his arm again.

Dean began to laugh. "Daddy, you're silly."

***************END FLASHBACK***************

"I remember that poison ivy business. He was complaining the whole ride home."

"Your father was always a whiny one." Both Dean and Bobby chuckled. "All this laughing is making me hungry why don't you say we take a break and have a snack? We can work on this when we get back."

"Deal. You know what I really want right now?"

"What?"

"A cheese burger with everything on it," Dean said with a smile. Bobby just shook his head.

"You crazy kid," he said. "Well we can go to that burger place you like. That's if you feel like you can stomach it." Dean thought for a little bit.

"Let's do it. I can handle it."

In actuality, Dean chickened out on getting a burger with everything on it and opted for a burger with cheese instead. It was the first real burger he had had in over 6 months and it was great. Bobby had gotten a burger with caramelized onions and pickles; Dean had been envious for a little bit but knew he wasn't ready yet. Once finished, they went back to Bobby's house and began working on the car again. By the time 5 o'clock rolled around, Dean realized it was time to pick Anna up and said his goodbyes to Bobby. He and Anna got home 10 minutes later.

"Why is it so dark inside? Mom always leaves at least one light on." Dean noticed opening the front door.

"Surprise!" Anna yelled. Dean automatically went for his pocket knife and Anna had to hold him down. He hated surprises. "I know you hate surprises but this is kind of the whole point." Dean looked around at everyone. Sam, John, Garth, Andrew, Lisa, Bobby and more were gathered under a sign that said Happy 18th Birthday Dean!

"Happy Birthday Dean!" Mary cried emerging from the kitchen. "Dinner is almost ready." Dean didn't answer, he was still in shock. His mom had never thrown him a surprise party before.

"You threw me a surprise party?" He asked.

"Yeah, looks like it. I thought since it was your 18th and all, I would do something embarrassing. I bet everyone wants to talk to you, go on have fun."

*S*P*N*

"What was it liked getting shot?" Sam asked as he took a sip of his water.

"It hurt really badly. It was definitely unexpected because when I pushed the girl out of the way, I thought we dodged the bullet. I didn't even know I'd been hit until I tried to sit up and felt the pain."

"Well I'm glad you saved that girl." Dean just nodded. "So what's it like being in remission?" Sam asked. He hadn't gotten the chance to ask Dean, considering everything that had been happening lately.

"Well it's good. The only thing that's different is that I don't have chemo anymore. I still have all the pain, I still have to go to check up and I still have to take a shit load of meds. I swear if someone were to cut open my stomach, they would find a rainbow," Dean joked. Sam laughed and adjusted his hat.

"I wish I was in remission… doc just told me that I might need a bone marrow transplant."

"Well if it comes to that, I'm sure they'll find you a donor. Don't worry."

"Easy for you to say," Sam sighed.

"You will. Well have a party when you're better."

Sam grinned from ear to ear. "I'm holding you to that."

"Okay guys the birthday pie is ready," Mary informed the group. "Come on up."

"Birthday pie? Really Dean," Garth asked him turning away from Andrew, who he'd been talking to.

Dean turned to Garth, "What have you got against pie?"

"Nothin', it's just that normal people don't usually have pie for their birthday."

"I don't think you could consider me normal," Dean said with a smirk.

"Are any of us?" Andrew commented.

Dean laughed. "Touché my friend, touché."

"Okay, I want everyone to start singing when I push record," Mary told them. Dean rolled his eyes. His mom always videotaped both his and Anna's birthdays every year. The birthday song was off key but Dean wouldn't trade it for anything. The apple pie tasted like heaven to Dean. Pie was also something his mom rarely made, if he wanted pie he had to go get it somewhere else.

By the time everyone was done eating, there were only a few small pieces left and it was time to open presents. Dean always told people that they didn't have to buy him anything but they always did. Lisa had gotten him jacket, he had received weights from Andrew with a note saying he needed to "buffen" up. Garth had painted an AC/DC picture for him and Anna had given him new headphones, since she had broken his last pair. Mary had given him a new guitar and Bobby had promised to change the impala's wheels and fix his speakers. Sam bought him an amulet and Dean received a Led Zeppelin cassette tape from John.

"Thanks for coming guys," Dean said as people were getting ready to leave. Lisa gave him a kiss goodnight and told him that she would text him later. It was almost 12 o'clock when the party ended. The only people left were Sam and John. Anna had gone to talk on the phone in her room and Dean and Sam were watching TV. John was helping Mary clean up.

"Hey can I talk to you privately?" John asked Mary.

"Sure, it's kind of cold out but the porch is the most private it's going to get. We could get out coats," she suggested.

"That'll be perfect," John said grabbing his coat and following Mary out to the porch.

"So what's on your mind?" Mary asked.

"Uh well the doctor said that the new medicine is working a bit faster but they're still keeping Sam on the list. He doesn't want to do it still, doesn't want to think about it even. We haven't even talked about it outside of the hospital. His doctor told him that they would have to clear all the cancer out with some pretty intense chemo and radiation so I think that might have scared him a bit. I mean I don't blame him I would be scared too. He's gonna be sick for a long time," John said. "My biggest concern is what if we get Adam tested, and he's not a match. It will be devastating for Sam, and me."

"Well then he's not and you move on. John, anything could happen," Mary told him as she put her hand on his back to comfort him. "Who knows? He could be a perfect match."

"Everything happens for a reason right?" John said quietly. They were both quiet for a moment until John broke the silence. "How do you always do that?"

"Do what?" Mary asked confused.

"Make me feel more at ease with something that's so… so foreign, so unpredictable?"

"You and me, we need to stick together so we can be strong for our families. Oh and because I'm just that good," Mary responded with a smile. John had the sudden desire to kiss her. He couldn't ignore his feelings anymore. He put his hands on the side of her jaw and brought her face closer to his lips and placed a gently kiss on her lips. All the pain that Imogen had put him through didn't matter. At that moment he realized that he would be alright. Kissing Mary made him realize that he had been hiding his feelings for her within himself so he could keep the past pure, like it had been. "I'm sorry I just… I've wanted to do that for a long time. I don't know what else to say…"

"Then don't say anything," Mary said kissing him back. John pulled away for a moment.

"I can't ignore these feelings anymore… Mary I- I alls I want is you and I see myself loving you. I know this is a lot to take in and it sounds crazy and all but the truth is that I haven't felt like this in a long time. I have blamed myself for a long time now for everything bad that has happened to Sam but you made me feel something other than worthless. I was wondering… or rather-"

Mary kissed him again. "I'll go out on a date with you."

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"I don't want Sam to know, he needs to focus on himself right now. Last time I checked, he's not doing so well."

"He's going to find out."

"No he won't, not till I'm ready to tell him."

"It's your decision."