Samuel didn't say anything as he moved around Marys bed, grabbing John's arm, and pulling him into the hallway. He could see the Winchesters glance at one another and Henry followed, Millie staying with Deanna and Mary.

"Mind not grabbing my son like that Samuel?" Henry asked, his voice tight. "Especially considering what you wanted to ask of me."

"Well excuse me but I want to know exactly why he thinks he has the right to just barge in and think that he has a right to be anywhere near my daughter like that." Samuel said, letting go of John's arm. "I understand that you two have gotten close but where did this come from?"

John breathed out slowly, rubbing at his arm. "We just got close, that's it." he said, not wanting to get into the truth without Mary, it wasn't fair to either of them. "I care about her and I want to make sure that she'll be okay."

"Son, as kind and nice as that is, your time here is coming to an end soon." Henry reminded him. "And you'll be returning home. I think this is something you should leave to her parents."

Johns jaw tightened and moved side to side. "Not if I decide to stay here." he said tensely, not looking at his father as he sputtered.

"You can't stay here! You have responsibilities! You have an obligation to the Men of Letters!" Henry exclaimed. "You've been here less than three weeks and you have decided to stay here?"

"Dad this is something personal that I can't get into right now." John said, staring firmly at the wall. "I'm sorry but I've made up my mind."

"John this is not something that you can decide lightly." Henry stressed. "You are in the midst of your initiation. You can't just leave the Men of Letters."

"Didn't you say that you were going to consider what I asked?" Samuel injected, his voice frosting over. "Or was that just something you told me to placate me?"

"No, I intended to talk to my wife and the others on the Men of Letters council to figure out if this is something we should even be debating about." Henry told him. "I told you that I would let you know, this isn't something I can decide on my own."

John finally glanced between both of them. "What are you talking about?"

"Just something that Samuel has requested of me." Henry said. "And that was before you lost your mind and want to throw everything you've worked for away."

"Just because I want to stay here doesn't mean that I don't want to be a part of the Letters." John argued. "Just that I want to stay here to help Mary. She almost had a miscarriage dad."

"I know, and I do feel for her, I do." Henry said, glancing back towards the room where Mary and their wives were. "But with all due respect she is not my child, you are."

"I'm also a grown man, I don't need your help to make my decisions." John said. He looked at Samuel once more. "And what exactly are you two talking about?"

Henry sighed. "Samuel has asked me to consider allowing you and his daughter to perhaps...court one another." he said, making a face. "The terminology is a bit outdated but the intent is there."

For a moment, John couldn't speak. "You mean for the two of us to date?" he asked, his voice cracking for a moment. "Officially?"

"Yes, with the two of you being together it would bridge the gap and possibly ensure that we would all work together." Henry agreed. "And unlike how they do it in Britain we could have an actual mutualistic relationship in which all parties benefit."

"But it's not a decision I can make alone, I need to bring this to the council and it needs to be discussed, it's not as easy as just allowing the both of you to date." Henry sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "But seeing as...you want to stay here it might work in our favor."

Samuel opened his mouth to speak but whatever he was going to say he stopped, looking over their shoulders. John turned as well, feeling his heart clench when he saw Dean there, his suit wrinkled, eyes puffy that he was rubbing at with a small fist. He looked at them but his gaze stopped at John.

Before any of them could move towards his, or at least Samuel could go to take his grandson, Dean ran forward towards John, wrapping his arms around Johns legs. John started to bend down to lift him but froze when Dean spoke.

"Daddy, is mommy gonna be okay?" Dean asked, looking up at him with wide eyes that were filling with tears again.

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