Carry On [ENGLISH]

Chapter 6 - Family

Dean hugged Ten. If at first the boy tensed up with surprise, he relaxed little by little, still hugging the hunter's T-shirt.

- You're... You're not angry?

- No! Of course not! Listen Ten, you have the right to cry or to put on nail polish if you feel like it, it doesn't matter! Is that okay?

- O... Okay, Ten nodded, sobbing again.

Sam, who had just arrived, had missed part of the conversation, and raised an eyebrow of surprise.

- Nail polish?

- Shut up Sammy.

Sam opened his mouth to answer, but immediately closed it again, rightly judging that this was not the best time to discuss wearing nail polish.

In Dean's arms, Ten had gradually calmed down until he fell asleep. The adult then carried him into bed and put him down, but could not get up because Ten was clutching his shirt like a shipwrecked man would hold on to a lifebuoy.

The adult sighed, before tying himself in half to take off his shirt, revealing his well-maintained muscles.

He then pulled the blanket up over the child so that he wouldn't be cold, before grabbing the first thing he could get his hand on to get dressed and not take it in his turn.

By chance, the first thing he grabbed was a beige trench coat, left on a chair by its former owner.

Dean didn't even notice it, unlike Sam, standing in the doorway, smiling.

- What? Dean said, seeing his brother's little smile and thinking it was a reference to the way he'd taken care of Ten.

I used to do the same with you when you had nightmares, he added.

Sam just pointed to his brother who looked at himself. He then realized he was wearing one of Cas's trench coats.

His face reflected the thread of his thoughts and a slight sad smile was born between his slightly damp cheeks.

- You quickly became attached to it, didn't you?

Dean didn't answer. To tell the truth, he didn't know if his brother was referring to his angel or to the little boy sleeping in the bed a little further away.

- By the way, Sam, could you do me a favor?

- It depends on what do you want.

- Ten doesn't exist at the registry office... Do you think you can fix it?

- Don't worry, I'll take care of it tomorrow.

- Thank you Sammy, said his elder brother as he hugged him. I'm going to miss you.

- I'm gonna miss you, too, Dean. But we'll be in touch.

- Of course we will. Go on, run along, Eileen's waiting for you.

- Thanks. Bye, Dean.

- Bye, Dean.

And Sam left, leaving his brother alone, standing in a trench coat that didn't belong to him.

After a sigh, Dean finally let himself fall on the chair on which he had taken the trench coat a few moments earlier, contemplating the ceiling.

He didn't react when Miracle entered and came to lie at his feet.

He closed his eyes and came to rub them with his hands, bringing the sleeves of the trench coat under his nose. The coat still had the smell of its owner...

It was at that moment that Dean realized that he missed Cas more than he wanted to admit.

He remembers the moments they had shared, the moments of complicity, the unsaid and the looks.