Title: Human Again

Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz

Info: The boys reconnect after escaping their time in solitary. Tag to 12x09 "First Blood" Light Dom/sub, Top!Dean Bottom!Sam comfort, a little schmoop, and mostly plot free. Dean/Sam

Author's Note: Just a teeny, awkward little moment the morning after with mom, as per several requests. ROFL

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did…they'd never get dressed. Heh heh heh

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Chapter 2 or…
The morning after the night before…

Dean yawned his way into the kitchen, eyes closed, and banged into the counter. "Ow."

"Morning, Dean."

Dean's eyes shot open and he gave an awkward smile to their mother. "Morning. Uh… coffee?"

"In the pot." Mary turned back to the stove and the bacon she was trying not to burn. "So, uh…"

"Burning bacon is like a cardinal sin around here," Dean interrupted and informed her as he sniffed the air. He chuckled at the scathing look she gave him and poured two cups of coffee. "Turn the heat down."

Mary rolled her eyes but did as he said. It was a little galling that her son was a better cook than she was. "So… nightmares?" she asked into the silence and tried to ignore the uncomfortable squirming in her gut.

"Huh?" Dean grabbed the bottle of Sam's super-sugary creamer from the fridge and filled the other half of his brother's cup with it. He smirked; Sam would take it black as often as not, but Dean knew damn well he enjoyed the sugary crap. "What do you mean?"

"I, uh… screaming. There was…" Mary turned back to the pan and stared down at the burning bacon. "Sammy was… calling for you. I think."

The bottle of creamer slipped out of Dean's hand to hit the floor, splattering his feet and across the tile. He cleared his throat and flicked one glance at the back of his mom's head before turning away. "Uh… that was… he had…" He shook his head and picked up the coffees.

"You can… I'll clean it. Don't… don't worry about it." Mary swallowed around the lump in her throat and pointlessly poked the bacon in the pan. "Sam, he's…" she stopped, unable to ask what she really wanted to know and not sure she even had a right to question it. "He's alright?" she settled for instead.

Dean heard the unspoken question. He picked up the mugs of coffee and bravely met the glance his mom shot him with an unflinching stare that said 'this is none of your business, but I still love you'. "Sammy's fine. I take care of him."

Mary didn't look up again until she knew Dean was leaving and turned in time to watch the back of his weathered bathrobe leave the room. "Yeah. I got that."

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The End. Lol