Sam ended up falling asleep in the passenger's seat, slipping away between one song and the other that Dean had playing on the radio. Dean glanced at her periodically to make sure that she was still asleep and to assure himself that she was in fact in his seat once more.
Reaching the bunker Dean carefully parked the car and got out, the kid following him. The kid shifted uncomfortably for a few moments, glancing at Sam in the passenger's seat but Dean moved forward to carefully and gently pick her up from her seat, carrying her bridal style.
Sam didn't stir as he moved her, she did move a bit closer to his chest as he carried her and Dean felt his throat close up for a moment, just so damn happy that she was home where she belonged.
The kid followed him, a few inches away and keeping his distance from him as best as he could while still being able to see Sam. He was also the one to go a bit farther up and open the door to Sam's room for Dean to take her in.
He placed her on the bed and removed her shoes and socks, putting them down on the ground quietly. He moved her cell phone to the nightstand from the desk where he had kept it charging and placed her wallet next to it as well. Everything he had kept safe for her once she was going to come back.
The kid was in the room as well and just stayed quiet, looking around and seeing the bits and pieces of Sam that was there. He did pull the blanket up over her to cover her a bit better and let out a small breath, watching her for a moment before he looked up at Dean.
Dean stared at him as well but then looked back to his sister, his hand going out to stroke her hair for a moment before he pulled back and turned to leave the room. He could hear the kid following after him and then the door closed to let Sam sleep peacefully.
Dean turned to look at the kid for a silent tense moment, the kid looked up at him as well but looked away, unable to look him in the eyes. Dean cleared his throat enough to get the kids attention on him again and then motioned with his finger for the kid to follow him as he walked towards the kitchen, certain that the kid came.
Once he reached the kitchen he reached into the refrigerator grab a beer. For a moment he debated to get something stronger but ruled against it, not wanting to get drunk or tipsy anymore for the time being.
He opened the bottle and drank from it, listening to how the kid sat down at the table. He looked into the refrigerator and stared at the other bottles.
"Do you drink beer?" Dean asked, his voice a bit rough.
"...I'm three and a half weeks old."
Dean turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "So is that a yes or a no?" he asked.
The kid hesitated but then shrugged. "I don't know, I haven't drank any yet."
In an answer Dean opened another bottle and set it on the table, taking the other seat. He watched the kid gingerally take the bottle and sniff into it. He tilted the bottles contents into his mouth and coughed, making some spill over his lips. The kid wiped at his mouth and made a face, putting the bottle to the side of the table.
Despite himself Dean couldn't help but laugh at the disgusted look on the kid's face, feeling as if a small weight was lifting off of his chest the more he now watched the kid.
The kid threw a dubious look at the bottle of beer and then got up, going to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water instead, drinking from it as he sat back down.
"Its bad." he mumbled to Dean, drinking his water.
"It's an acquired taste." Dean told him, recalling how Sam had told him the same thing about coffee. "What do you like?"
The kid shrugged and looked around the kitchen. "Fruit." he said quietly. "And...cheese."
The kid most likely didn't know how to cook, nor would he have tried to get Dean's attention on him in anyway and trying to do something in the kitchen would do that. Dean also hadn't been cooking this entire time either so that left whatever was already made in the kitchen or things that didn't need to be cooked.
"Do you need to eat?" Dean asked him, drinking his beer slowly.
The kid shrugged. "I think I do. I like it." he mumbled, his eyes on the table. "If I don't my stomach hurts so I guess?"
Dean nodded at that, looking at his drink in silence. "You lied to Sam." he said, noting how the kid flinched at that. "About me. You told her that I was taking care of you."
"You are." the kid protested lightly. "I'm here, safe, and there is food."
"Kid raise your bar, it's not even high enough to trip on." Dean told him. He rolled his eyes at the confused look on the kids face. "You're putting too little necessities, there's a lot more things you need than just safety and food."
The kid rolled his water between his hands. "Like what?"
Dean breathed out slowly, averted his eyes. "Like people listening to you. People not punching you." he reached out and slammed his fist onto the table, watching the kid flinch back and pull away from the table. "Not making you feel like you need to do."
The kid swallowed hard, shaking slightly but didn't bolt out of the room. "So...I'm not being taken care of?"
"Not like how you should be." Dean told him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he hated doing this but he also knew that he had to do it. "Kid, I'm sorry."
The kid tilted his head to the side. "For what?"
"What Lucifer did to my sister, to your mom...it's horrible. There aren't enough words to describe how bad it is." Dean told him. "And that's how you came into being, Lucifer hurting her created you inside of her." He had no desire to be the one to give the kid The Talk so he was going to be as vague as possible and hope he didn't ask too many questions.
The kid nodded. "Lucifer is bad." he said. "I heard him a lot of times, he threatened mom and you and grandma."
Dean wasn't sure if he wanted to know what Lucifer had been saying back then and pushed forward. "Exactly. But he's not here-"
"Because of grandma." the kid offered, nodding with a smile.
"Because of grandma." Dean agreed. "But that just left you and me and well…." he sighed and ran his fingers through his short hair. "I was frustrated, I was angry, and I was most of all needed someone to blame. And unfortunately, there was only you."
Dean took another deep breath. "And I took it out on you and that's not fair, it wasn't right and it was far from what you deserved. I'm sorry but you don't need to accept it, you don't need to forgive and forget, you can hate me for the rest of time if you want, I know I deserve it and I know that it's the least that I can-"
He was cut off when he suddenly felt a pair of arms go around him, loosely but undeniably a hug. He looked up and saw the kids face, apprehensive yet at the same time a bit determined. When Dean didn't move to return the hug or push him away the kid tightened his arms around him, leaning in enough to press his forehead to Dean's shoulder.
"Its okay." he told him, his voice soft. "I forgive you."
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