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"Sam?" Dean ducked his head into the kitchen, keys jangling in his hand, eyes pointedly glancing over Castiel and Jack.
"Yeah I'm coming," She smiled, "I'll just be a second. Wait for me in the car."
Dean pursed his lips almost, ducking back behind the wall.
"Mommy?" Jack frowned, getting up from his seat, "Where you goin'?"
"I'm going put with Dean," She explains, which was... a mistake.
"I come!" He yelled, "Jack come! Please!" He gripped onto Sams dress with all his might, which was a lot, half angle and all.
"No, Jack." Sam sighed. Maybe she should of snuck out instead. "You're staying here with daddy," She explains, hand in his hair, "You'll be fine."
"No mama!" He responded, arms coming up to wrap around her neck, squeezing her close.
Cas finally stepped in, rubbing Jack's back, convincing him to loosen up and let her go. They both knew speech regression was one of the first signs before a meltdown and, well, nephilim meltdowns were not... preferred.
"Mommy will be back soon," Castiel explains, Sam slipping away, "She loves you very much,"
"Are you ready?" Dean pipes up, looking more pissed off than anything, grabbing the attention of all.
Including Jack.
"Go 'way, Dean! My mama! Mine!" He calls, and Sam is always grateful that Castiels strength is something that never waivers, as he holds their angry son back.
"Watch it, kid," Deans eyes are hard, "She's not yours."
"Dean," Sam warns, "What did I say? Go and sit in the car!"
"My mommy!" Jack calls again, angry tears rolling down his cheeks faster than his daddy can wipe them away.
"I'm your mommy," Sam assures, "Not Deans mommy. I'm Deans sister."
If she'd been paying more attention, she'd of sworn Deans face fell.
"I love you and I'll see you later," And with that, she turned and they left. Finally.
"What the fuck was that, Dean?" She hissed, "You dont have to antagonise him all the time,"
"I was waiting for you." He's stiff, staring ahead, "He got the attitude, not me."
"He's a baby, Dean. You have to be the grown up here and not pick fights with a toddler who had seperation anxiety." Her eyes were hard, softening when she took his own features in.
"Look," She sighed, breathing through her nose, "I know this is hard for you, too. But he doesnt know what happened. He's so little." After a breath, "You're turning into dad, just without the good parts. I have no problem protecting my son if you want to go that route."
"You wouldnt." Dean snapped his head to her,
"I would. Do you know what he could do in the wrong hands? One little bit of trauma to warp his perception for good? He needs to be raised around good people, Dean. Your aggression is the opposite of that."
They sit in the car at a red light, engine thrumming under them.
"Do you even want to do this?" Dean asks, voice smaller than before, "I mean, spend the day with me. I can drop you back and do it myself."
"Of course I do," She holds her head in her hands, "I love you both. This isnt you versus him. I just want a day with as minimal drama as possible."
He nods, light turning green, "I'm sorry, Sammy."
"Its fine. Watch it next time." She sighed, eyes closed. God, it was going to be a stressful few years at this rate.