John slowly turned to look at the other man, Bobby Singer, completely. Bobby did the same, straightening up slightly when he realized that John was sizing him up.
He held a bag out to him. "I got some of Marys and Deans things, so that she doesn't have to stay in that stupid hospital gown."
John felt like snatching the bag from him, Singer had no right to be holding any of Marys or Deans things, but forced himself to reach out slowly and take it from him instead.
Bobby stared at him for another moment before he turned back to look at Sammy, he didn't seem to be in any rush to say anything else.
"I can feel you drilling holes into my head." Bobby remarked. "So get it off your chest already, it's annoying."
"You hid her. You hid Dean." John finally managed to say. "You had no right to do this."
Bobby rolled his eyes and John felt his fingers twitch in the desire to punch him. "Yeah cause there were a lot of choices there." he said. He turned to look at John once more. "Mary meeting up with me was an accident, she was running away and her car broke down. By luck it was in my area and I was the one called to get it."
He ran his fingers through his thinning hair. "I don't have to tell you that it's been a hard pregnancy so I managed to convince her to stay until the baby was born. That's it."
Despite how little the Men of Letters had to do with the hunters, they kept track of supernatural beings and attacks.
Especially demons.
So he had read Bobby Singer's name before, and had seen his name in a report that transcribed a possession, by his wife Karen Singer. A hunter by the name of Rufus Turner had come to exercise the demon but as a result, Karen Singer had been killed.
"Or maybe you saw an opportunity." John couldn't help but spit out. "A woman that needed help and a kid with a heart as big as anything."
Bobby's face smoothed over but his fingers twitched. "Mind your tongue." he said lowly. "I'd be careful about what you say right now, very careful."
"I know all about you, I've read what happened." John spat out at him. "I know exactly what happened to your wife and that you had gone on a date with Mary. and now all of a sudden this window of opportunity comes along and you just-"
He was cut off when Bobby reached out and grabbed him, turning him so that he could half slam him into the wall and not the window. John glared at him as best as he could, the back of his head smarting from the hit.
"Don't you dare talk about her, or me, or think that you know a damn thing about me." Bobby warned lowly. "Or I'll be putting you in this hospital."
He let him go after a shake, stepping back and shaking his head. He glanced at Sammy once more and moved away. He muttered under his breath about coffee and after shooting John one more warning look walked away.
John took a moment to straighten himself and his clothes out before he pushed away from the wall, looking into the window once more to make sure that Sammy was alright. The baby was alright, barely moving as he laid there oblivious to what was happening around him.
"God this is a mess, isn't it Sammy." he murmured. "Hope you didn't hear any of that kiddo."
There was no answer, of course there wasn't an answer, but nevertheless the silence was just a bit calming.
"I'll be back soon Sammy." he promised his son softly before tightening his grip on the bag and started back towards Mary's room, unsure of what he was going to find there.
What he found was Mary alone, he had no idea where her parents had gone but judging by the look on her face he could guess that they had an argument of some kind. She looked up at him, eyes going to the bag in his hand. "Bobby was here?"
"Yes." he said simply, not wanting to say anything else about the other man, putting the bag on the bed for her to rummage through. She pulled out a stuffed cat that John recognized as Deans favorite toy to cuddle, and set it beside him as he lay sleeping beside her.
"So, where do we go from here?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He saw her tense up but she kept her gaze on the bag, looking through it. "What do we do now?"
"Now, I just want to be able to take Sammy out of the hospital without the risk of losing him." Mary told him. "And then deal with everything else after that. I don't give a shit about anything but the kids right now."
That was convenient and truthful, he had to agree with that, but at the same time; the longer they were together like this, the more they had to talk about this. This elephant in the room, the growing gap between them.
"Are you going to run away again?" he asked instead, watching her get more tense with each word. "What was even the plan with that? Run away to Bobby Singer? Or run away to somewhere else?"
"Stop bringing Bobby into this, him being a part of this whole damn thing is a coincidence." Mary told him. "I had to stay with him due to circumstances, he didn't ask to get dragged into this."
"A big coincidence, especially since apparently you've gone out with him." John said, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice. "Really convenient."
He knew that he was being ridiculous, he knew Mary enough that she wouldn't do this to him, or if not him then at least Dean, knew that he was taking things a bit too far.
But at the same time, he was tired and pissed, anger growing with each remark and protective word that Mary was saying. He was grasping at straws, being completely absurd, but combined with everything, as well as the notion that Mary hasn't yet confirmed that she wasn't going to keep running with Dean and Sammy, he couldn't help it.
Mary slowly brought her head up and glowered at him, her gaze pinning him in place. "Nothing about this was planned and even thought about with Bobby." she said. "It was just the time and place where it happened and he wanted to help me. End of discussion."
Whatever he was about to say about that was cut off when Dean shifted on the bed, hand coming up to rub at his eyes. They slowly opened and he smiled when he saw his stuffed cat next to him, reaching for it and wrapping his arms and body around it. When he sat up Mary wrapped her arm around him, holding him close to her side.
He rubbed at his eyes once more, leaning into her and holding onto his stuffed cat before he looked around the room, eyes widening when he saw John.
"Daddy?" he asked incredulously.
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