I'm baaaack! And I changed my username because I'm on AO3 now! And someones-big-sister wasn't available on AO3 and I wanted to have the same name so now I'm coffeeaddict13, which is honestly very fitting for me. At some point, I will be uploading all my stories on AO3, but obviously, because I've been writing so long, it's gonna take me a while lol.

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"Mom?" Dean called quickly before shoving his head in the toilet gagging.

Mary stood in the doorway to the bathroom supervising her son. "Well, now I know you'll learn your lesson," she said curtly.

Dean tried to catch his breath. "Are you mad at me?"

Mary sighed. "I'm not mad, Dean, I'm just really disappointed in you. You know better than to do something so stupid."

"I'm sor-" Dean was interrupted by more gagging. "I don't like it! I promise I won't do it again. Just make it stop."

Mary knew he was starting to panic. She entered the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub next to him. "You'll be alright. You just need to get it out."

She sat there and waited with him until he was done. She had no idea how she was going to handle this one. She didn't even want to think about what might have happened if John was there with them.

Dean cleaned himself up and Mary followed him into his bedroom. He quietly climbed into bed and curled into a ball, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

Mary left the room for a moment and returned with a small trash can, a bottle of water, and a couple of aspirin. He would need it tomorrow.

"Sleep it off. We'll talk in the morning."

Returning downstairs, she went to the phone to call her ex-husband.

"Hey," she said when he answered. "Dean's with me."

"Oh," John said, totally oblivious on the phone. "Uhh, why? He's supposed to be here with me tonight isn't he?"

"He ended up with Tommy and they came home together," Mary explained. Not totally lying and giving a convincing enough cover.

"Tommy? I thought he was with his girlfriend."

John blew air into the receiver. "Well, saves me a trip tomorrow, dropping him off after you get Sam."

Mary smacked herself on the forehead. Shit, I gotta get Sam tomorrow.

"Uh huh," she said instead, playing it cool and hanging up the phone.

Dean was awakened by a bright light shining on his face as his mom threw open the curtains the next morning.

"Rise and shine!" she sang. Dean swore she was extra loud on purpose. "We need to leave to get your brother from summer camp."

"Nooooo," Dean whined. Trapped in a car with his ten-year-old brother while hungover? No thank you.

"Yup, you're coming with," Mary responded curtly.

"Is this part of my punishment?"

"It's not a punishment. You're just coming with me."

Bullshit. Definitely a punishment. Dean could handle himself for a couple of hours by himself.

"Mom, please," Dean begged, tears forming in his eyes. His head hurt so bad he felt like he could just start bawling from the pain.

Mary handed him the aspirin and water from his nightstand. "Take these, you'll feel better."

Dean fought back a sob as he watched her leave. He didn't even think he could move. He slowly sat himself up in bed, his head pounding the entire time. His whole body felt stiff and Dean was convinced for a second he was going to die.

He managed to pull off his jeans from the night before and toss on a pair of pajama pants, leaving the same shirt on. Swallowing the aspirin, Dean shuffled himself down the hall to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Or at least attempt to.

The first half of the drive was pretty quiet. Dean rested his head on the passenger window as Mary drove. She kept the radio at a pretty low volume and drove cautiously to avoid any sudden swerving, both of which Dean appreciated.

Mary shut off the radio. "Who else was drinking?" she asked suddenly.

"Everyone," Dean mumbled, not even opening his eyes.

"And who's everyone? You, Tommy, who else was there?"

Dean started listing names. "Josh, David, Micah, and Stephanie and her friends."

"And who brought the alcohol?"

Dean honestly didn't remember her name but it was one of Stephanie's friends.

"I asked you a question, Dean," Mary said impatiently.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I don't remember."

"How much did you drink?"

Dean couldn't remember the answer to that either. "I didn't think it was that much," he replied honestly. How was he supposed to know how much whiskey he can and cannot have?

Mary sighed. "I do not want you hanging around those boys anymore. They've been turning into bad influences lately and I do not want you caught up in that."

That's fair. Dean couldn't handle much shit from Josh anymore anyway.

"And I'm frankly not too sure I want you with Stephanie much longer either."

That one was too far. Dean lifted his head from the window and sat up in his seat. "No! Mom, why?"

"Because I don't know her and I don't want my son associated with people who are going to encourage him to do things he knows he should not be doing."

"But she didn't!" Dean argued. Not totally a lie. She handed him the cup, she didn't hold it to his mouth and force it down his throat. "Mom, please! I really like her!"

"There will be plenty of other girls, Dean."

"But that's not fair!"

"You think I'm enjoying making these decisions for you?"

Dean couldn't help the temper tantrum he threw in the car. He rested his head between his knees, crying quietly into his hands. Why was his mom suddenly being so mean and unfair? He made a mistake! Isn't she supposed to be helping him, telling him it's okay and that teenagers drink sometimes, as all the moms on tv do? It's not like he hurt someone or drove a car or something.

Mary pulled into the driveway outside the cabin. Boy scouts ran around, chasing each other through the cars of other parents picking up.

Sam immediately came running over in his uniform. "Mommy!" he cried. He put his face to the driver's window and waved.

"I'm going to sign him out. Stay here," she ordered Dean. Carefully opening her door, she greeted her other son. "Hey, baby! Did you have fun?"

Dean listened to Sam's muffled voice start excitedly talking about his week at camp as they went inside the cabin to get Sam's belongings. Dean wiped his face and focused his attention on the other families. Other moms and dads picking up their sons who don't do stupid shit like drinking, happily greeting them after not seeing them for a week, waving goodbye to new friends they made, and loading the cars with lots of camp souvenirs.

Dean used to do that. He got bored with boy scouts once Sam got interested. Said he wanted to be just like his big brother. Bet Sam wouldn't want to be like him now.

"Dean!" Sam screamed as he threw open the door to the backseat. Dean winced from the loud noise right in his ear. "I made something for you!"

Dean turned around as Sam shoved a green and purple lanyard in his face. He gently took it, as if a plastic homemade lanyard was the most fragile thing ever.

"I noticed you don't have anything to keep your house key on," Sam casually explained, "and I saw one of the camp counselors kept his keys on a lanyard so I asked him to help me make you one."

"Thanks Sam," Dean mumbled, turning back around and rolling the lanyard around in his fingers.

Sam kept telling camp stories the entire drive back. Like how on the first day, one kid in his troop had to go home because he was homesick. And how one night everyone got to stay up late for smores. And how a group of older boys thought it would be funny to tell ghost stories and some of the boys had nightmares. At some point, he started going through every single song he had learned from a whole week at camp.

"Great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts!" he sang proudly from the backseat.

Mary magically tuned him out so she wasn't paying attention to what he was singing. She looked over to make sure Dean was doing okay. The lingering headache he still had was obviously not going well with Sam's one-man concert in the backseat. Mary could see he was very much still in pain as he rubbed his temples and scrunched his face. She suddenly felt like maybe she had come down too harshly on Dean earlier. Dean's a good kid. He's allowed to make mistakes. She knew she had been reminding herself of that a lot lately, but there was a lot happening in Dean's life right now. He just needed a little help every now and then.

"Hey Sammy?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Dean isn't feeling well. Can we keep the volume a little low? You don't have to stop singing, just do so quietly."

"Why isn't Dean feeling well?" Sam asked, worried for his big brother.

"He just has a headache," Mary explained simply. "Can you sing quietly, please? For the rest of the ride?"

Sam nodded and continued singing his camp songs quietly as he played with his stuffed turtle.

Mary looked back over at Dean, who looked very relieved at the drastic change in volume for his head.

Sam immediately passed out once he got home and got to sleep in his own bed. Too much excitement for one week at camp means no sleep for little ones.

Dean also tried to fall asleep. He wasn't tired but he did need to lie down. Forever, if possible.

Mary checked on him after about an hour. He had hidden himself under the blankets so he was in total darkness.

"Are you awake?" she asked quietly.

"No."

Mary sat on the edge of the bed. "I know I came down on you a little hard earlier and I'm sorry. It's my job to protect you and I was scaring myself by thinking of worse possible scenarios."

Dean didn't say anything from under the blanket.

"I called your father. He assured me that Stephanie is a very nice girl and he thinks it would be okay if the two of you kept seeing each other."

Dean's heart started racing. She called DAD?

"I did not tell him about the drinking," Mary said quickly, almost as if she could read his thoughts. "And if you promise me that you won't touch another drink until you turn 21, I never will."

Dean didn't know how to react to that. Obviously, his mom had his back, but he never thought she would help him hide something from his dad before. He thought he was fucked.

"Dean?" Mary asked, rolling the blanket down his face.

"I promise," he said quietly. "Thank you."

Mary kissed his forehead, and Dean thought his hangover was magically cured. "I love you so much," she whispered in his ear. She recovered his face and left his room, closing the door behind her.

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