Having someone else, an actual adult, know the truth and their secret was almost like a breath of fresh air and relief, that someone else in on it and she could confide in someone else. Get some advice, or just talk to the other person about it.

That being said.

The fact that it was her mother was something that made her a lot more nervous than she should be.

Dean came back to her side almost the moment she came back to the living room. He was overwhelmed and he couldn't really handle everything so she excused the both of them to eat in the kitchen instead of the living room, giving them some sort of privacy.

Rubbing at his back Mary slowly fed him the vegetable soup having a bite herself here and there, it was better than she expected, as he clung to her, not saying anything.

"You alright baby?" Mary asked, moving back enough that he could look up at her.

Dean rubbed the side of his head. "Head hurts." he mumbled. "I wanna...I wanna go to daddy."

"I know, I want to too." Mary said softly. "But we can't baby, remember? We're playing the game that says we can't."

"I don't wanna play anymore." Dean whispered, moving to curl into her chest again, his hand settling on top of the bump on her stomach. "I don't wanna play."

Mary closed her eyes and just held onto him. "I don't wanna play too." she whispered, her voice soft. "But we need to, for daddy."

Dean whimpered and curled more into her, just holding onto her. She could feel him shaking slightly and from how damp her shirt was getting he was crying too.

Mary felt her heart twist hard enough that she had to bite back a small gasp of pain at that. Swallowing hard she stood up, holding Dean close to her, and went back to the living room. Her parents and John looked up at her and she held Dean protectively.

"I'm going to take Dean home." she said softly. "I think he's just overwhelmed right now and we're going to go."

She didn't bother to say anything else or wait for them to say goodbye, quickly leaving her parents house and taking a deep breath once they were outside. Dean didn't want to let go of her and quite frankly, neither did she. Driving carefully she managed to get them home, driving with one hand and the other holding Dean.

Once they were home, Mary just went straight to the couch, laying down and curling around Dean as well, just holding onto him.

This wasn't fair, this wasn't fair to Dean and he didn't deserve this. It was painful for them too but that didn't matter, Dean didn't ask for any of this and he had no idea how to deal with it. He shouldn't have to go through this, he shouldn't have gotten caught up in their shit like this, not understanding anything and suffering for it.

She wasn't sure when but she was crying then, crying and just holding onto her son. Dimly she became aware of a small hand on her cheek and she looked down at him. There were dried tear tracks on his face as he looked up at her and leaned up, kissing her cheek.

"Love you mama." he whispered, curling into her once more.

A choked sound escaped her and she just held onto him. "I love you too baby." she whispered. Taking a deep breath the both of them held onto one another on the couch, she wasn't sure how long they stayed like that but it had to be long enough that eventually, their stomachs growled once more.

That and when she sat up her back arched and cracked, making her groan as her body worked out the kinks of staying in such a position for so long.

Dimly she tried to remember what else she had in the refrigerator that she could just throw together quickly and with no effort. Even though she had looked into it in the morning it already felt like days ago and she couldn't even remember what her kitchen looked like, let alone remember what food she had in it.

She gave a small groan when she heard someone knocking at her door, looking down at Dean who seemed to be caught between somewhere of being tired and almost asleep along with being hungry enough that he wanted to stay awake. He looked up at her and rubbed at his eyes, leaning against her.

Moving slowly she went to her door, no longer caring enough to look into the peephole to see who was there. Words on the tip of her tongue disappeared the moment she opened the door, eyes widening and a sudden shot of adrenaline going through her.

Because John was standing right there in front of her.

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