"This is small…" Desirae muttered as she walked into the hotel room, shedding her sweater as soon as she got the opportunity. Jet followed her in and looked at the place, a very nice looking room with more amenities than any other hotel he'd been in.
"This place is awesome, what're you talking about?" He raised an eyebrow at her as she jumped onto one of the beds.
"It's small! It's like one sitting room mixed with two beds." She gestured to the whole suite and Jet kinda understood what she was getting at.
"Not used to anything but the mansion, huh?" Sam asked as he ruffled her hair, giving a light scratch behind her ears.
"No," she grumped and tried to fix her curls, "Other than my cage anyway."
"Well it's better than that, right?" Jet sat on the edge of her bed, helping her fix the damage Sam had caused before messing it up again.
They'd tried staying with Charlie who had gone to Michael's, but there weren't all that many options for sleeping. It only took one night for Sam to question the intelligence of letting his boyfriend sleep on a mattress on the floor. It took two nights to decide to move to a hotel instead. Jet didn't mind one way or the other; he was kind of in a shitty mood to begin with and everything hurt anyway. He would admit though that it hurt more sleeping on the ground than he thought it would.
There were no hard feelings about the move, Charlie said she'd catch them at the hospital in the morning and that was that. Jet looked forward to going back to see Dean and Cas, Dean was pretty close to being let go and it'd be nice to see him out of a hospital bed. Plus it put everyone in the same place again for a little while.
"I feel like leaving those two at the hospital was the best choice," Sam put their bags on the floor by the other bed, dropping onto it as soon as his arms were free.
"Charlie and Michael? I'm pretty sure Garth stops by-"
"Dean and Cas, you dork."
"Oh," Jet smiled sheepishly and shrugged, "Well yeah, of course."
"Are they gonna have kids?" Desirae perked up, "I heard that's what people do when they love each other."
"Well…" Sam's face scrunched up and he looked at Jet nervously, "That's not exactly how kids are born, Des."
She immediately frowned at him, "I know that! I mean adopting."
"Oh…" it was Sam's turn to be sheepish and Jet enjoyed every second of it.
"Yeah, Sam. Adopting."
"Shut up,"
Jet laughed and turned back to Desirae, "Maybe they will, but it'll take some time before they get to that point."
"Huh… well I bet they'd make good dads." She didn't seem all that fazed by the answer and hopped off the bed to go and look out the big window that took up most of the far wall. It was a decent view of the city; Jet silently reminded himself that she was smart and agile enough to not just fall off the balcony.
Sam looked at Jet for a second, an expression Jet didn't quite understand on his face. "Desirae, do you remember your parents?"
"No," she said nonchalantly, "I don't remember anything before being mixed with Cas' DNA. But that's okay, I don't need to meet them."
"How come?" Jet walked over and leaned against the balcony next to her, "You don't want to know where you came from?"
Her eyes didn't flinch and her expression remained calm as she shrugged, she really didn't seem to care. Jet gently touched her arm and she looked up at him, "Does it matter where I came from?"
He saw the hint of concern in her eyes then, flickering there like a flame ready to spread. He wanted to say that it didn't matter at all, but he knew that it did in some cases and to some people. He didn't want to step on toes or give a definitive answer because he knew that wasn't how the world worked. But Desirae wasn't just connecting normal life situations to that conversation.
"Well," Jet smiled and looked at her earnestly, "Medically speaking, sometimes it matters because different types of people can be more susceptible to different types of illnesses. But socially, that's up to you. I don't care where you came from or who you came from; but if you told me you wanted to know then I would care because it's important to you."
Desirae looked at him unchanging for a few seconds before her expression softened and she nodded confidently, "Okay, thanks dad." She moved and hugged his legs before he could get a chance to respond.
"You're welcome," he gently pat her head so as not to mess with her curls again. "Whattaya say we order room service and watch a movie or something?"
"Sounds good to me," Sam joined in and scooped Desirae up to hug them both, Jet nuzzled his face against Sam's neck.
"Awesome," he mumbled, relieved and happy he had Sam with him through all of that shit.
In no time at all it was late and everyone was in bed. They'd placed noise-cancelling headphones in Desirae's ears so she could sleep more soundly, it didn't deafen her but put her hearing at a normal level. It was Jet's idea and he was proud of it so Sam didn't even think to argue it.
Sam and Jet were lying in bed; the TV was on and playing infomercials quietly though Jet wasn't paying attention to them. He'd curled up against Sam and buried his face in the most easily accessible place he could, in that case it was just against Sam's chest but it did the trick. Sam's fingers slowly traced through his hair, just a silent, comforting touch to keep Jet calm. It worked and he found himself barely able to keep his eyes open.
Jet smiled to himself and pressed his cheek down a little bit harder as he adjusted his position to look up at Sam better. "I love you," he said softly and Sam smiled sweetly.
"I love you too."
"What do you think the cops will say when we go to them?" Jet asked quietly, hoping to keep it low so Desirae wouldn't wake up.
Sam shrugged and helped brace Jet; neither of them really trusted his new balancing abilities just yet. Jet didn't mind though, he appreciated the help from Sam. "They'll probably think we're crazy until we show them Cas and Des."
"I can't wait until it's all sorted," Jet decided to lie down again, less work for both of them. "I just want to find a new place, buy some cupcakes and move on with my life."
"That simple, huh?"
"Yeah." Jet said stubbornly, knowing full well it wouldn't be that simple. "Desirae can go to a school of some kind, you can start college, and I can go back and get a degree or something."
Sam hummed and kissed the top of Jet's head, "Alright, any other plans?"
"I don't know, once my arm heals all the way I'm getting a prosthetic." Jet looked at his stump, unable to bring up any emotion regarding it. "A good one. The best one."
"Sounds like a good plan to me." Sam was gentle whenever that topic came up, Jet didn't blame him either. It was a sensitive topic, it'd happened very recently and Jet still wasn't sure how he felt about it. Sometimes it made him angry or helpless, other times he didn't care at all and could deal with it one way or another. Moving was still a chore sometimes.
"Good night," Jet leaned up and left his boyfriend with a quick kiss. Sam returned it and adjusted alongside him until they were both comfortable. A click of the remote shut off the last light and silenced the room.
Jet flinched when he felt the small dip in the bed but decided not to move, he was safe because Sam was right there. Then there was whispering, Sam was talking to Desirae and Jet heard a distinct 'be quiet, he's sleeping.' It made him smile but he held still all the same, he didn't want them to think they'd woken him up at all.
"Can we go see Cas and Dean soon?" Desirae whispered as best she could with her morning energy, though it sounded more like a normal volume with a 'hushed' filter.
"Later," Sam was way better at it; Jet would barely wake from that on most days.
"But I'm bored and the sun's up already." She grumped and Jet felt her hand nudge his leg.
"Desirae," Sam's tone was scolding and her hand retracted.
"But he's already slept a lot."
"If he needs this much sleep then let him rest, we shouldn't push him yet." Sam sounded a little more comforting but Jet knew he'd just caught a glimpse of 'Dad Sam.'
While it was all very amusing he couldn't just let them argue about it, "It's okay," he mumbled and lifted his head, "I was already awake."
Sam didn't look at all convinced but Jet still received a good morning kiss. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah," Jet kissed Sam's cheek and started to stretch, "Gotta say, money makes a big difference on hotel experiences."
"Morning!" Desirae jumped onto Sam and carefully crawled over to Jet to give him a hug. Jet cradled her with one arm and grinned, as Sam had to catch his breath from the sudden pressure on his abdomen.
"Mornin' kiddo, you eat yet?"
"Nah," she knocked her head against his chin lightly, a small affectionate head-butt for him. "Sorry I woke you up."
"I was already awake," he lied and kissed the top of her head, "Let's grab breakfast on our way back to the hospital then."
"Sounds like a plan," Sam kissed the top of Jet's head too, mimicking what he'd just seen and getting a pretend-glare for his efforts.
The trio stopped by a McDonald's on their way, Jet's request to Sam's dismay.
"She's tiny, she shouldn't be eating this garbage."
"The McMuffin's have a real egg, what do you want from me?" Jet argued as he dug into the bag of junkfood, his knees holding it still for him. "It's just once, okay?"
"Yeah," Sam softened up and handed Desirae's share backward, "Try not to spill, Dean would kill me."
"Okie dokie," she half-heartedly promised, distracted by the smell of whatever it was she was about to eat. Sam would've insisted it wasn't food at all despite Jet's claims of 'real egg.'
There was a small crowd near the hospital again, people mostly lurking but trying to be discreet about it. Eyes watched the Impala as it pulled around, recognizing the old car as something involved with the winged guy. Jet groaned and looked back at Desirae, "Stay close to us, Rae."
She nodded and they all climbed out, Sam took over the main role of defender and broadened his shoulders, trying to look bigger. Jet held Desirae's hand and hoped they could get inside without any issues.
"Guys!" Charlie called from the front door and waved excitedly, Garth was at her side waving a little more animatedly than she was. But just a little. Bobby was there too but he didn't do anything more than tip his hat.
Sam got them to the door, glaring down the few that dared to attempt an approach. "What's going on, Charlie?" he asked as they got into the air-conditioned building, his facial features shifting back to his usual kind look.
"What took you guys so long? We've been here for like two hours." She poked a little fun and Jet tried to shoo her away.
"Bug off, I was sleeping in." He grinned and looked down at Desirae, "More or less, anyway."
"You said you were already awake." Rae stuck her tongue out at him and he just laughed.
"I was, but I still slept in." Jet looked up to see Cas and Michael walking over to them, "Dean in a test again?"
Cas shook his head, "Not quite," he moved his wing and Dean was standing behind him.
"They said I'm good to go," Dean grinned and Jet couldn't think of anything else to do but go and hug his best friend. One armed or not, it was still an emotional moment and goddamn it he needed to express that.
"So where's your oxygen tank?" Jet joked as he backed off, giving Dean a light tap on the shoulder.
"Don't need it," Dean lifted a large white bag, "Filled this with prescription drugs, painkillers and refills for my inhaler."
"He's also got a small oxygen tank for emergencies, it's temporary." Cas added and gave Dean a peck on the cheek.
"So you're okay then?" Jet confirmed again in disbelief, "You're out of here, that's it?"
"Yeah, got a few check ups here and there, return the tank, but otherwise we're good." Dean gave a thumb's up, a gesture that Castiel copied immediately.
"Well shit, let's get you out of here then." Jet felt his spirits lifting; it was great to see Dean up and about again. He even felt like he could take on some of those lurkers in the parking lot. If any tried to get their hands on Rae or Cas he'd get to see how well he could handle himself. Though in a group it would probably be pretty easy.
Sam handed over the keys to the car, "What do you wanna do first?"
"Eat, let's go." Dean snatched up the keys and headed out the door.