Before either of them could say anything, not that they knew what to say, there was a knock at the door and it opened to reveal her doctor. He glanced at the both of them. "Is this a bad time?"
Mary reached out to Dean and drew him to her, he went willingly and easily, curling into her side clutching his stuffed kitty. "No, it's fine." she said. "How is Sammy?" In between everything she had managed to shakily sign the birth certificate, Samuel Michael Campbell.
She had been asked about putting a name down for the father, even an offer of putting Bobby Singer in that section if only to not leave it blank.
But in the end, she did leave it blank, just like with Dean's birth certificate.
She'd deal with that fallout later.
The doctor glanced at John for a moment. "Are you alright with discussing your son with him in the room?"
"I'm the father." John said bristly, tensely.
Mary nodded at that. "He's the father." she confirmed. "You can tell him too."
The doctor nodded and looked down at his notes. "The biggest issue Sam is facing is his breathing, his lungs aren't fully developed and as such he needs to remain on the ventilator. He's underweight but he continues to spit up the milk that we give him so another priority is him gaining a few pounds." he glanced up at them. "We may have to do a nasal drip to ensure that he doesn't have a chance to spit it out and that it will get into his system if he doesn't stop."
John looked at Mary and then nodded when he saw the look on her face, she could barely bring herself to speak as she listened to him. "Alright." he said simply. "Is there anything that we can do?"
"Well, other than Mary trying to pump some milk for him, not really." the doctor said. "All we can do is wait and if you're religious enough, pray."
Mary couldn't help her scoff at that, something John barely bit back himself. "I think we'll focus more on what you and the rest of the staff can do for him."
The doctor nodded and then glanced down as his beeper notified him. He glanced at the screen and then back at them. "I'll still be around for a few hours and after that I will be on call, Mary has my number if she needs to reach me." he said. "We're going to do everything we can for you boy." he nodded at them and left, already talking to a nurse that had been waiting outside the room.
Mary breathed out slowly, hand coming up to rub at her sternum, holding Dean to her with her free hand. She felt his eyes on her and she looked down, smiling as reassuring as she could.
"Is Sammy gonna be okay?" he asked her, curling more into her side.
"Yes." Mary told him, stroking back his hair, it was getting a bit too long. "He's going to be fine, just needs to get a bit better."
Dean rubbed at his eyes and gave a very put upon sigh, sitting up and looking at John as he bit down on his lower lip. "Daddy." he whispered.
"Hey buddy." John said in a quiet voice, smiling slightly at his son. He walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently stroke over his head. "Missed you."
"Missed you too." Dean replied, leaning into his touch. "Are you gonna stay?"
Mary looked away and John didn't look at her. "I hope so buddy." was all he said.
Dean looked a bit troubled at that, leaning more into Mary's side. He held his stuffed kitty closer to him and just nodded, his thumb sliding into his mouth as he stared down at the bed. He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. "My head hurts." he mumbled.
Mary turned back to him and reached out to gently stroke at the top of his head. "You want something to eat?"
Dean shook his head, moving down so that he could lay down. He turned so that he could curl into a small ball, just holding onto his kitty and almost ignoring the both of them.
Sighing softly Mary stroked over his back. "It's been...a bit of a stressful time for him." she told John softly.
"I bet." John said briskly. "What did you tell him?"
"As much as I could, which wasn't much." Mary said honestly. "I told him that the group that you always went back to after being with us wanted him too."
"So you tried to turn him against me." John said, staring at her. "You tried to make him think that I was the bad guy."
"Now you're putting words in my mouth." Mary shot at him, turning her head so that she could glare at him. "What was I supposed to say?"
"The truth, that mom got scared and decided to leave even when dad was going to work with her." John told her. "Or maybe you just shouldn't have run away at all."
Mary forced herself to take a deep breath and slowly breathe out. "I know you're hurting right now," she said tensely. "And I know you're lashing out, but that doesn't give you the right to talk to me like this and especially about things you clearly don't understand."
"I don't understand?" John repeated. "I understand plenty, you got spooked and decided, instead of staying and facing things together, that you'd just pack up and run away. Where were you even going? Did you even know what you were going to do or were you just going to wing it?"
"I knew enough." Mary told him. "Stop talking to me like that," she gestured with her head towards Dean who was starting to tremble, tucking himself onto his body as much as he could.
For a moment it looked like John was about to keep talking but then she could see how he practically physically reined himself in, letting out a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down.
"Right now our main concern is Sammy." Mary told him. "After that comes everything else. I would like to at least hold him before we deal with anything else, including this and us."
"And when that time comes what exactly is going to happen?" John asked. "Because the way I see it the same thing is going to happen again. Only this time instead of just one kid, you'll run away with two."
"I'm doing what's best for my children." Mary said through slightly gritted teeth. "I'm doing what's right for them."
"They're my children too Mary." John shot back at her. "Not just yours, mine too."
"Then act like it." she half snapped at him. "Act like they are your children and do what's right for them."
"What's right for them is not having their parents split up." John said. "What's right for them is to give them a family."
"And I'm the one trying to rip that family apart." Mary said with a snort.
"Your words, not mine."
Mary fought the urge to throw something heavy at him. "I think," she said slowly. "You should take a nice long look at who is really trying to tear this family apart and then realize who's side you should be on." she shot him one more glare and then turned back to Dean, stroking over his back. "Before it's too late."
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