He was unloading his bags from the trunk of the cab when he heard her magical voice.
"Come on, Carter. Daddy is going to be home any minute." Casey cooed at the puppy who walked alongside her without being attached to a leash while she carried a shopping bag. Dean squatted down as the cab drove off and Carter spotted him, sprinting towards the blonde.
"Hey, buddy!" Dean greeted, scratching behind the pug's ears affectionately as Casey walked up with a smile on her face. "I missed you." He murmured, looking up at her and she ruffled his hair.
"I missed you, too. Let's get all your shit upstairs."
"It's a suitcase and a duffle. Not all that much." He argued as he stood and she rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses.
"Most of it is most likely smelly and gross, so you can go home."
"I plan on it." He stated as he grabbed his bags and Casey pat her denim clad thigh twice.
"Let's go, Carter."
"You look nice in those jeans, Case. Are they new?" He asked as they all stepped into the elevator and she nodded.
"Thank you. I just bought them yesterday, actually."
"I'd love to take them off of you."
"Tonight, bunny." She assured, popping onto her tip toes to kiss him softly.
"I love you, kitten."
"I love you, too."
He was more than happy to just relax in the recliner with Casey sitting on his lap and Carter laying in hers. He wasn't even sure what they were watching, it didn't really matter to him. Obviously it didn't matter to Casey, because she had fallen asleep as soon as she got comfortable, and he wasn't far behind her. Sleep seemed like a really good idea to him, after sixteen days of being without her. But he continued to study her sleeping face, every so often checking on Carter as well.
"You're so beautiful."
"Shut up." She mumbled, pressing her face more into his neck.
"Let's go cuddle in bed, babe."
"That requires getting up, though." She whined and he rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Casey."
"Fine." She muttered as she carefully scooped Carter into her arms before standing up. A rapid knocking sounded on the door and Casey looked down at him before going to answer it. "Jay?"
"Adam got into an accident and is asking for you."
"Accident? How bad?"
"Could be worse, but still pretty bad. He wants to see you."
"Yeah, I'll go put on my shoes. Carter go lay down." She instructed as she put the pug down and slipped on her shoes, grabbing her coat and her phone before heading out the door.
"No, Casey, that's cool. I totally don't mind you leaving right before we were about to cuddle. I've only been gone for two and a half weeks, but you go on." Dean muttered aloud, knowing that only the pug who was staring up at him from his bed actually heard him. "Mommy can be inconsiderate at times, buddy."
'Is Adam okay?' She was a bit surprised that Dean would text and ask her about Adam, but replied nonetheless.
'He's been asleep since I got here, but he gave the doctors permission to talk to me and Jay about this since his girlfriend is wherever right now and can't be here.' She texted back, then decided to add her apology. 'I'm sorry that I just left like that.'
'I get it. Adam's special.'
'I wouldn't say special...'
'More important to you than I am, obviously.' Her eyes widened at the text and she looked over at Jay, who was half asleep with his head leaned back against the wall.
"I've got to call Dean, I'll just be outside."
"If he wakes up, I'll tell him you're here."
"Thank you." Casey mumbled, patting Jay's cheek lightly as she exited the room and leaned against the wall as her phone dialed Dean's number. "What the hell are you talking about?" She asked as soon as he answered the phone and heard him sigh.
"What?"
"Don't 'what' me, Ambrose. You know damn well what you just said and how incorrect it was."
"I don't see how it's incorrect. You're at his bedside, not home with me after I've been gone for sixteen days." He slurred sixteen. That's when she knew he was drunk and that their argument would be a waste of time, but she kept going.
"Do you hear how ridiculous you sound? After all the times I've sat at your bedside, sometimes for days, and you're bitching at me. I missed what could've been the biggest matches of my career sitting by your bedside."
"Why do you keep bringing up the job you don't have anymore?" That hurt. But Casey wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.
"I'm not doing this with you."
"Yeah, we'll talk when you get home."
"Whatever." She hung up on him, running her fingers through her hair and pushing it back, fighting tears. Be strong for Adam. You can deal with Dean later. She told herself as she squeezed her phone tight in her hand for a moment before she went back into Adam's room.
"Why does my Princess look so sad?" Adam asked, voice raspy, and she shrugged, slipping her phone into her pocket as she sat down.
"Nothing you should concern yourself with. I'll be fine."