Take The Heart I Never Wanted to Give

5

"Well," Naomi said, breaking the tense silence that filled the large room, "I think that's enough excitement for one night." She grabbed a cloth napkin on the table and gently dabbed the corners of her mouth and stood from her chair.

"I think I'll retire to my room. May one of you two direct me to where my sons and I will be sleeping?"

Dean raised his eyes from where they were staring blankly at his lap to look at Naomi, rage and fury evident in his emerald green orbs. He opened his mouth to snap at her, but was stopped when Sam squeezed his knee.

"I'll show where you're sleeping. Your rooms are on the seventh floor." Sam said quickly. His voice was still tense and angry, but he was calm enough to speak to his infuriating guests without making an attempt on their lives.

"Adam, why don't you let Dean put you to bed tonight, buddy?" Sam said to Adam, who looked close to face planting into his bowl of bisque, his eyes struggling to stay open. This was his chance to get Dean out of the room before he decided to murder one or all of Novaks. Adam nodded sluggishly and made grabby hands toward Dean.

Dean opened his mouth to protest, but closed it slowly and lifted Adam in his arms, quickly making his way out of the dining hall. Charlie was outside talking to Adonis, Crevan, and Valerie, who all noticed Dean storming out of the dining hall.

"Dean?" Charlie called out worriedly.

"Not now, Charlie," Dean replied so quietly that she almost didn't hear him.

Charlie eyes him worriedly and turned to her fellow servants, "I'm really sorry, but I need to—"

"Go ahead," Valerie interrupted, a kind smile on her face, "You need to make sure he's okay. We'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" Charlie asked worriedly.

"It's fine, Charlie. Go." Adonis said sympathetically.

Charlie hesitated briefly, but nodded in gratitude as she quickly hurried up the winding staircase to follow Dean.

"Dean!" Charlie called after him.

Dean ignored her and continued to descend quickly up the steps.

"Dean! Dean!" Charlie called again, her breath starting to come out in pants as she chased after him, "Jesus, you're fast." Charlie muttered breathlessly.

Dean stopped on the eighth floor of the castle and made his way down the hall wear his, Sam's, and Adam's rooms were all located.

Dean opened Adam's room and strode over to his bed and propped Adam upright so he could take off his dress shirt and pants. He let Adam fall back on the bed as he moved to grab an oversized cloth shirt and shorts to dress him in for bed. He propped him up again to put on the clothes and finally moved Adam into the bed and covered the sleeping boy with his large blankets and pressed a gentle kiss in his hair.

Dean turned to leave his room, but was blocked by Charlie, who was standing in the doorway, breathing heavily and struggling to get her words out.

"Charlie—" Dean started tiredly.

Charlie held up a finger and jabbed her thumb in the direction of his bedroom. Dean nodded in understanding and quietly shut the door to Adam's room and made his way to his room with Charlie on his heels.

They both entered the room and closed the door so that their conversation wouldn't carry out into the hall.

"Dean, what the actual hell?" Charlie exclaimed.

"Charlie, I really don't want to talk about this right now. I tell you in the morning, okay?" Dean said scrubbing a hand over his face, letting out a tired sigh.