Maybe If You'd Behave

Where's my friend?

Chapter 28

Wednesday, 5:42 am

In the bunker

Dean's POV

I'm in the kitchen, making coffee, when I hear small footsteps coming towards the kitchen. They're way too small to be Sam's or Jay's, Claire walks way faster than that, so it's gotta be Krissy. But she spent all last night, before she finally went to bed, complaining that she was tired. It was about 10:30, when she went to bed, after complaing about being tired for about an hour. So what the hell's she doing up at almost 6 in the morning? The kids don't have to be up until 8, when their online classes start. She walks in, looking tired and pale. Please don't be sick. I really don't feel like dealing with a sick kid today. Teenagers are mean, as they are. But sick teenagers are brutal.

Krissy: Dean? She calls as she walks over to me.

Dean: Hey, Sweetheart. You ok? It's a little early for you to be up.

Krissy: I'm fine. I'm just, um, I can't go back to sleep.

She doesn't sound like she's gonna say anything mean. But I can never tell with these three.

Dean: You feeling ok?

Krissy: No.

Dean: You wanna tell me what's wrong?

Krissy: No.

Dean: Then why'd you come looking for me? If you don't wanna tell me what's wrong?

Krissy: I don't know. I just felt like it.

Dean: Alright. Well will you at least take some medicine? If you won't tell me what's wrong, at least let me help you feel better.

Krissy: No. I'm going back to bed.

She starts walking away.

Dean: No. I grab her arm You're gonna take some medicine, and then you can go back to bed.

Krissy: If I don't actually have a choice, then why'd you ask me?

Dean: Because I was hoping you'd take it.

Krissy: I don't want to.

Dean: You only have to take it once, and then you won't have to take it again, unless you start feeling sick again. Ok?

Krissy: Fine. I just wanna go back to bed.

I get the cold and flu medicine from the cabinet, and hand the little medicine cup to Krissy.

Dean: Take that, and then you can go back to bed.

She rolls her eyes and takes the medicine. I give her a bottle of water, and she drinks most of it. Without saying anything else to me, she leaves the room and heads back in the direction of her room. If one kid's sick, then I should probably check on Jay and Claire. One sick kid is bad enough. Three? I'm NOT in the mood to deal with three sick kids. I don't think anybody's ever been in the mood to deal with three sick kids.