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002: [Location: Winchester House] Twisting the arm of the injured.
There were some things that Mary couldn't ignore.
She wanted to pretend that Dean was a more well-adjusted version of herself; he had his own life, with his own friends and his own interests. He could have simply hated his job, whatever it was in his world, but she was starting to think that there was another reason why he hadn't mentioned having one. They had a lot of off-limits subjects, and she'd hit one right after the other while she tried to get to know the man her little boy had become. He wasn't giving her a lot to go on. It had become quite obvious to her that Dean was deliberately leaving out any detail that he thought she might not like.
Apparently he didn't realize that his reluctance to say anything about his life was a statement in and of itself. It made her feel guilty to think that she could use taking care of him to her advantage, but he'd been staying in her house while he recovered, and it seemed to be an ideal time to get a confession out of one of her boys. She could push a little, get some answers, and then distract him with food, or force him to take another nap. Toby had said that he was doing much better, and she believed him. But as his mother, Mary wasn't going to accept anything less than him being perfectly healthy again, and she planned to make sure that he'd recover as quickly as possible.
When she walked into the guest room, she was carrying a tray with two mugs of hot chocolate, and a plate of warm snickerdoodles. She'd dropped a few tiny marshmallows into his cup, but had also left a small bowl of them on the tray. "You're quiet today. It makes me wonder if you're feeling worse instead of better," she teased, setting the tray down in front of Dean. She picked up her mug and set it down on the nightstand, then moved to fix the pillows he had in back of him for support. "Everything alright?"
She'd get to her interrogation in a minute. Even she knew that Dean Winchester being quiet wasn't normal.
She wanted to pretend that Dean was a more well-adjusted version of herself; he had his own life, with his own friends and his own interests. He could have simply hated his job, whatever it was in his world, but she was starting to think that there was another reason why he hadn't mentioned having one. They had a lot of off-limits subjects, and she'd hit one right after the other while she tried to get to know the man her little boy had become. He wasn't giving her a lot to go on. It had become quite obvious to her that Dean was deliberately leaving out any detail that he thought she might not like.
Apparently he didn't realize that his reluctance to say anything about his life was a statement in and of itself. It made her feel guilty to think that she could use taking care of him to her advantage, but he'd been staying in her house while he recovered, and it seemed to be an ideal time to get a confession out of one of her boys. She could push a little, get some answers, and then distract him with food, or force him to take another nap. Toby had said that he was doing much better, and she believed him. But as his mother, Mary wasn't going to accept anything less than him being perfectly healthy again, and she planned to make sure that he'd recover as quickly as possible.
When she walked into the guest room, she was carrying a tray with two mugs of hot chocolate, and a plate of warm snickerdoodles. She'd dropped a few tiny marshmallows into his cup, but had also left a small bowl of them on the tray. "You're quiet today. It makes me wonder if you're feeling worse instead of better," she teased, setting the tray down in front of Dean. She picked up her mug and set it down on the nightstand, then moved to fix the pillows he had in back of him for support. "Everything alright?"
She'd get to her interrogation in a minute. Even she knew that Dean Winchester being quiet wasn't normal.