The bosses baby.

Breakfast

(Zaya POV) I cling to Dean tightly feeling slightly out of it. I feel so exhausted, weak, sore. My ribs hurt when I breathe in I lay my head against his shoulder as I feel slightly dizzy. He hums softly as he carries my through the house. I try to keep track of every room we pass. I know I need to leave, I need to get back to Chase. Hopefully he understands I didn't leave him intentionally. I need to find him before he finds me. I start to panic feeling like I can't catch my breath. I feel myself being sat down in a chair but my mind is jumbled. I hear someone calling out but it seems so distant "I can't breath, why can't I breath" I think to myself so deep in thought. Tears run down my face I hate having panic attacks.

I feel a hand on my shoulder "Zaya kitten you're okay" the voice sounds closer now. I feel another hand on my chin making me look up. I see concerned blue eyes looking down at me slowly breaking me from my thoughts. "Deep breaths baby, breathe in. Breathe out" Dean says I listen to him slowly starting to calm down. "Do you feel better baby" he asks softly making me feel semi safe. I nod slowly looking back down at the ground. He kisses my head before petting me gently. I flinch at the touch and he immediately removes his hand making me feel almost sad. I didn't mean to flinch I'm not used to kind touches it actually felt good. "Sit tight I'm going to make you something to eat. I have some pain medication for you as well to make you feel better okay" he says before walking away. I look up once I can't hear the footsteps anymore.

I see I'm in a decent size room with a big dining table. There are paintings hung up on the wall and a large window shining light through into the room. I don't dare get out of my chair not feeling strong enough to stand just yet. My ears twitch as I hear noises coming from the other room. Clatters of what I think our pots and pans. I bite at my finger nail nervously wrapping my tail around me. I can't sit back in the chair all the way as when my back touches the wood it stings slightly causing pain to pulse through my body. I don't hear Dean as he walks in looking down at my feet as I continue to chew on my nails.

"That's a very bad habit kitten" I jump at the sound of his voice causing my to bite my finger instead of my nail. I hiss slightly at the pain whimpering softly. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you. Let me see" he walks up to me kneeling down so he is closer to my level. He takes my hand looking my finger over. "It looks okay but let me kiss it better" he says before lifting my hand up and kissing my finger. I smile slightly. "There all better." He says before standing back up.

"I have breakfast cooking but I need you to take your medicine okay kitten?" I look up at him seeing he is holding a little cup with red liquid in it. I make a face as he hands it to me. I sniff at it pouting as it smells gross. I whimper looking at him. "Go on you need to take it. It will make you feel better" I whimper looking back down at the cup. I quickly down the liquid. I gag and cough it taste disgusting. "Good girl" Dean praises me before taking the little cup away walking back to what I can only assume is the kitchen.

Moments later Dean emerges from the kitchen carrying a little plate. He places it down in front of me. The plate is pink with red polka dots on it. It looks like it's meant for a little kid. It has three little compartments on it. The biggest section has a pancake already cut up. The two smaller sections have what looks like syrup in one and raspberries and blue berries in the other. He gives me a small fork with the same pink and red polka dot pattern. "Oh almost forgot" he goes back to the kitchen carrying his plate in but also a purple sippy cup. I make a face as he sits it in front of me. "We can't have you making a mess now can we baby" he says. "I'm not a baby" I think to myself grumbling. My belly growls as Dean sits down beside me. Hungry I look at the food on the plate. Although it's not ideal I start eating off the babyish plate but refuses to touch the sippy cup.