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Dr. Lloyd opened the door to the lobby.
"How did he do?" Mary asked.
"He was a little quiet today," Dr. Lloyd explained, "but he still seems like he's doing well."
"I don't suppose he mentioned anything about what happened last weekend?"
Dr. Lloyd softly smiled. "He did but you know I can't get into it."
Sam finally emerged in the lobby, sucking on another lollypop. He didn't say anything. Just stood next to Mary as she finished talking to Dr. Lloyd.
"By the way, I had a patient age out so I have room to take on Dean if he's interested in coming back."
Mary sighed. "He keeps insisting he doesn't want to do therapy."
Dr. Lloyd nodded in understanding. "See ya in a couple of weeks, Sam!"
Sam waved gently as Dr. Lloyd went back inside the office. Mary threw her arm around Sam as they walked out to the car.
"Soooo what did you two talk about?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? You two just sat in there for an hour?"
Sam shrugged. "We started a new puzzle."
Mary squeezed Sam's shoulder and pulled him into her side. She unlocked the car door. "Wanna ride upfront?"
Sam looked at her in surprise. "Really?"
"Why not? You're a big, bad ten-year-old now."
Sam squealed in excitement and opened the passenger door. There was SO much more room than the backseat. Mary showed him how to adjust the seat so he could safely see over the dash. He immediately started playing with the buttons and dials on the dash and Mary just smiled watching him have fun as they drove to Dean's school to pick him up to go to John's.
Mary parked the car in the staff lot. "I need to run in and get stuff. Wanna come with me or stay here and wait for Dean?"
"I wanna stay here!" Sam said, still taking in the excitement of being in the front seat.
"Of course. How silly of me to ask."
Sam watched Mary go into the office at Dean's school. He rolled down the window and propped himself up to scan the crowd for Dean. He was one of the last ones out. Sam saw Dean start to walk over to the car and ducked back down so he could scare him.
"Boo!" he said when Dean opened the passenger door.
"Very funny," Dean snapped. "Move."
Sam smiled big and shook his head.
Dean stomped his foot. "You're not even allowed in the front seat."
"Yes I am!"
"Since when?"
"Since today!"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on Sam, move!"
Sam crossed his arms. He was not leaving.
"Mom!" Dean whined as Mary walked back out to the car.
"Yes?" she asked, knowing exactly what he was about to say.
"Sam won't get out of my seat."
"Well, he is already sitting there."
Dean scoffed. Was she for real? "He can't sit there!"
"Why not?" Mary challenged.
"Because he's not old enough! I couldn't sit up front until I was twelve. It's not fair!"
"Well, Dean, Sam is a little bit bigger than you were at that age. Plus we're just going down the street to your dad's."
Dean looked back down at Sam, who was failing at hiding the biggest grin behind his hands. Dean slammed the passenger door shut and opened the door to the backseat. He chucked his backpack inside before slamming himself down in the seat. Sam continued to play with the buttons, specifically the radio, as Mary drove them to John's for the weekend. He skipped through enough stations that Dean knew he was just doing it just to mess with him and rub it in his face.
When they got to the apartments, John was out front waiting for them.
"Look Dad!" Sam said, throwing open the passenger door once Mary had shut the car off.
"Hey! You don't belong up there!" John said playfully.
"Mom said I could because I'm ten now!"
"Ah. I see. How could I forget?"
He watched as Sam happily grabbed his overnight bag while Dean grumpily gathered his from the trunk.
"What's up with you?" John asked Dean. Dean ignored him as he walked past him towards the apartment. "What's up with him?" he repeated, asking Mary.
"Oh, he's probably upset that he had to share with Sam."
"Can you not rile him up before you bring him to my place for the weekend?" John hissed.
Mary laughed loudly. "I've been dealing with that all week. It's your turn."
The family made their way to John's apartment. Mary made sure the boys had all their things and were starting to get settled before leaving.
"I love you," she kissed Sam's head, "don't murder your brother," she kissed Dean's, "and I'll see you two Monday after school, okay?"
"Bye Mom!" Sam screamed.
John nudged Dean's shoulder. Hard. "Bye," Dean mumbled.
"Sit," John demanded, more so at Dean than Sam. Both boys sat on the couch as John closed the door. He sat on the edge of the coffee table facing them. "I know we never really got a chance to talk about last week. Nothing is going on between me and Kate. And I'm sorry the two of you had to find us like that."
Neither boy said anything.
"Is there anything either of you want to talk about? Do you have any questions?"
More silence.
Sam spoke up after a while. "So you and Kate aren't dating?"
"No, Sammy, Kate and I are not dating."
"Do you want to?"
"Would you be okay if we did?" John asked. Sam shook his head slowly. "Then we won't. I don't want to do anything if either of you are not fine with it."
"Ha!" Dean snorted. "Too late."
That obviously was not meant for John to hear. But he heard it anyway. "Sam, go to the bedroom please." he requested, not taking his eyes off of Dean.
Sam hesitated at first but hopped down from the couch and went into the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.
"Have you forgotten how much trouble you are still in?" John asked Dean. Dean didn't respond. He squirmed in his seat and looked at the floor to avoid eye contact with John. "Because I can turn the two weeks you have left into four!"
Dean groaned. "Alright. I'm sorry."
"Are you?"
"Yes!"
"Because I will not put up with this attitude, Dean."
"I don't have an attitude!"
"What's this then!?"
No response.
"Dean Michael-"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Dean finally screamed. "I JUST-" He bent over on the couch and rested his head in his hands. John watched him as he continued to get more frustrated and pull on his hair. Dean usually doesn't get so worked up like this.
John started to worry. He moved from the coffee table to the spot next to Dean and put his hand on his shoulder. Dean teased up from the touch. "Did something happen at school today?" John asked quietly. Dean shook his head. "Did Sam do something?" Dean shook his head again. John moved his hand up and down Dean's back. After a minute, Dean took a shaky breath and started to relax. He looked up at John. His eyes were red with frustrated tears and he suddenly felt exhausted.
"Tell you what," John said, "I'll take Sam with me to go get dinner. Then you can have the apartment to yourself for a bit and calm down. Sound good?"
Dean nodded and let out a small whimper. John gave him one last squeeze before going to the bedroom to get Sam. When they left, Dean curled up in a ball on the couch and fell asleep.
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