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Sam crossed his arms and pouted as he sat on the edge of the bathtub. There was a lice outbreak at boy scout camp and Mary was not fucking around about it. She opened a jar of mayonnaise and Sam almost threw up in the mouth.

"Nooo!" he whined. "I don't want that in my hair!"

"It's not gonna hurt, Sammy," Mary said, hating it as much as he was. "It's gonna stop the bugs."

Sam continued to whine and kick his feet.

"Stop that," Mary ordered. "If you hold still, it'll be done faster."

Sam stopped moving and continued to angrily pout as Mary massaged the mayo in his hair. She tilted his head down so all he could see was the bathroom floor. To entertain himself, Sam started to count the tiles.

"Can I go to Tommy's?" he heard Dean ask as he approached the bathroom door.

Mary sighed. "I don't know, Dean."

That made Dean groan. "Come on, Mom. I haven't seen him all week!" Dean began to argue.

"We're not talking about this right now," Mary said, clearly referencing Sam sitting right there. Or the fact his mom had mayo all over her arms.

"Well, am I grounded or not!?" Dean asked, starting to get angry. That caused Sam's eyes to grow big in curiosity. Why would Dean be grounded?

Mary sighed again, sounding more exhausted than the first one. "I don't know, Dean," she repeated.

"Well, can I see any of my friends? Or at least call Stephanie?"

"Why don't you just give me a second and then we can talk about this?" Mary snapped. Dean was obviously pushing some of her buttons.

Dean mumbled something as he stomped away from the bathroom and slammed his bedroom door shut. Sam's not totally sure, but he wouldn't be surprised if Dean said a few words that Sam's not allowed to say.

"Is Dean in trouble?" Sam asked once his big brother was out of earshot.

"No, baby, of course not," Mary assured him.

"Then why would Dean be grounded?"

"Because Dean did something he knows he shouldn't have done."

"And he's not in trouble?" Sam asked, confused. "When I do something I'm not supposed to, you and Dad get mad at me and send me to my room."

"Well, Dean's in his room now waiting for me, isn't he?" Mary asked.

"What did he do?" Sam asked as Mary placed a plastic grocery bag over his head and tied it so it covered all his hair.

"How about you go watch cartoons and I'll worry about Dean?" she asked. Sam nodded. "I'll come get you when it's time to wash it out."

Sam scratched at the plastic bag. It felt itchy sitting behind his ears. Some of the mayo squeezed out and got on Sam's finger. "Bleh!" Sam said, grossed out. He wiped his finger on his jeans as he walked down the stairs to the living room. There was a Scooby Doo marathon he let play in the background as he sat at the coffee table and colored in one of his notebooks.

About twenty minutes later, Dean came down in a huff and switched the tv channels.

"Hey!" Sam cried. "I was watching that!"

"No, you weren't," Dean scoffed.

"Yes, I was!"

"Well, I wanna play video games," Dean said, setting up his controller.

"Change it back!"

"No!" Dean said, in the I'm-the-oldest-do-as-I-say tone. "Besides, Scooby Doo's for babies."

Sam's eyes started to tear up. He went back to his coloring as Dean laid on the couch behind him, the video game sound effects drowning out his sniffling.

After about ten more minutes of that, Mary came downstairs to get Sam. Sam threw his coloring on the floor, causing Dean to roll his eyes, and stomped up the stairs to the upstairs bathroom. Mary had already got the bath running and had laid towels everywhere. She instructed Sam to sit on the floor and lean his head back so she could help him wash all the mayonnaise out in the tub.

"Can I go to Daddy's?" he asked once Mary shut off the water.

"Why?" she asked, frowning at his request.

"Dean's being mean to me again."

Mary groaned. What am I gonna do with him? "No, you cannot go to Daddy's."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to risk you taking head lice to his apartment and it going home with Adam," she answered simply.

Sam continued to throw a fit as Mary towel-dried his hair, double-checking that she indeed got everything washed out.

"I'll talk to Dean. Can you go play in your room for a little bit?"

Sam nodded. When Mary released him, he went directly to his room and closed his door, knowing whatever was about to happen was going to get loud.

Mary went downstairs, finding Dean in the same position he was in just a while ago. She went over to the television and shut it off, causing Dean to jump up and call out: "Mom!"

"Now you know how your brother felt," she responded.

"God, you're being so unfair," Dean said quietly, throwing his controller on the couch next to him. Not quietly enough.

"Am I, Dean?" Mary challenged. "Was it unfair of me to bring you home? And look after you all night in case you needed something? And to not tell your father about it? Because it's not too late to change that!"

Dean looked at his feet and anxiously played with the strings on his hoodie. He felt small sitting on the couch.

"I don't want you to go to Tommy's or any of your friends right now because I don't like your behavior lately," Mary continued to lecture. "And I especially don't like the decisions you have been making. I don't want to forget or reward any of that, but I also don't think it's fair to formally ground you for something that had natural consequences but I don't know what else to do with you."

"Okay! Okay!" Dean said, hoping his mom would stop. "I'm sorry!"

"Are you?"

"Yes!" Dean said, fighting back tears. "And I already said I wouldn't do it again! But you won't let me talk about it and you won't tell me what to do! And it's summer vacation and I'm stuck here because you won't let me go down the street to Tommy's or go to Dad's so I can see Stephanie and it's not fair!"

"So what do you want, Dean?"

"I want to be happy!" Dean screamed out. He couldn't hold it back anymore. He rested his elbow on his knees and his head in his hands.

Mary was in total shock at his answer. "What do you mean you're not happy?" She thought back to all his outbursts and mood swings he had been having the last couple of months. "Is that why you've been acting out lately?"

Dean nodded, still crying into his hands.

Mary walked over from the entryway and sat on the couch next to him. "Come here, honey," she said as gently as possible. Dean threw his arms around her sides and cried into her chest. Mary just held him and rocked him back and forth. "I want to take you back to Dr. Lloyd," she whispered to him.

Dean tried to catch his breath and fight back. "N-No, I-I don't w-want to."

"He's really helping Sammy and I think he could really help you too. But only if you let him, Dean." Dean continued to cry and Mary continued to rock him. "Can you at least promise me you'll go back and try?"

Dean nodded into her chest. Mary smiled and squeezed him a little tighter.

"I'm sorry it feels like I'm being unfair," she added suddenly. "But fussing and fighting with your brother isn't going to help anything. Do you understand me?"

Dean nodded again. He was starting to calm down and pushed himself off his mom, quickly wiping away any evidence of tears, as if his face wasn't still red and splotchy.

"It's gonna be okay, baby," Mary continued to assure, running her hand through Dean's hair. "We'll figure it out, okay?"

All Dean could do was nod.

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