Mary closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, shifting slightly on the couch before letting her head fall back.
She was two and a half weeks into her bed rest and honestly, she was starting to lose her mind.
True to Bobby's word he tried his best to keep her busy, there was a large pile of books to her side and a radio plugged in that was just less than an arms length away from her. A bottle of water on the floor next to the couch and a constant delivery of food that either Bobby or Dean would bring to her.
Dean didn't leave her side, barely made it to use the bathroom upstairs. He had set up camp right next to her couch with his toys and books and stuffed kitty, reading his books to her as best as he could while she corrected his words as necessary.
It was a lot harder than she thought it was going to be to not be able to walk around, her limbs felt like they were made of lead and at times she felt like she was becoming a part of the couch itself.
She took her time when she went to the bathroom, relishing each and every step that she took as she reminded her body how to move. Even when she took a shower, warm not hot anymore, she had to sit in the shower. Bobby had gotten her a chair to keep in the bathtub so she could wash herself and Dean and not strain herself.
Bobby didn't really cook that much she learned. He was able to make basic dishes and anything else he ordered or went into town to get.
Not that she was any better, she was willing to put money down that between the three of them, Dean would be a better cook than the two of them combined.
It was discerning but something she had learned to accept at this point.
Dean was still a kid and no matter how much he loved her and wanted to help her and Sammy, he still wanted to move around and about and the living room only gave him so many options.
So, much to Bobby's hidden fear and reluctance Dean would trail after him as the older man worked. Whether he was working on cars or at the desk with the supernatural lore or cooking, Dean had all but imprinted on him and followed him around constantly asking questions about what he was doing.
With cars he told the whole truth, about the supernatural he told a very abridged version of what it was. Either way Dean was intrigued and toddled after him with question after question.
And Bobby? He looked terrified every single time he turned around and realized that Dean was staring up at him with another question.
It was still funny mainly because she'd take her amusement at this point wherever she could.
"Have you been hunting?" Mary asked him at some point. "How long have you been doing this?"
"Couple years." Bobby muttered, glancing at Dean who had fallen asleep by her side. "Why?"
"Because if this is how you look at a four year old kid I'm terrified to think about how you look at a vampire." Mary retorted. "He's just a kid and you look like he's worse than a supernatural being attacking you."
Bobby let out a small breath, gaze lingering on Dean before he looked away. "Actually...he's a hell of a lot scarier than any monster." he confessed. "Kids...they scare me."
"Why?" Mary asked, looking down at Dean. He always looked like a darling but especially in his sleep, his mouth was slightly open as he breathed and he was just a sweet innocent child, it's why she didn't want him to have anything to do with the supernatural; all that innocence would immediately be destroyed.
Bobby stared at them helplessly, rubbing at his face. "Kids and I...we don't really get along." he finally said. "It's...complicated."
Mary nodded at that, staring at him and lost in thought. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"When I saw the doctor in the hospital, I mentioned that I was living with you." Mary said. "He didn't really...seem pleased about that."
Bobby looked like he had swallowed a lemon, looking away. "I got a reputation in town." he finally said. "Not that many people like me."
"Why?" Mary asked, making a face of her own. Bobby was a bit surly and kept to himself but nothing that warranted a reputation of some sort.
Bobby sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "It's about how I got into the life." he muttered. "Didn't get in the best of ways and well...I've learned that people talk and gossip like a bunch of schoolgirls, specially when they don't know the full story but fill it in themselves."
"I'm sorry." Mary said softly. "For whatever it was."
Bobby nodded, looking away from her. He tried to move his arm a bit inconspicuously but she saw him brush it against his eyes to try to hide tears.
She didn't say anything about them.
"I'm gonna check on the soup." he muttered, immediately leaving to go back to the kitchen.
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