Dear Addiction

Chapter seven

The first few minutes that Cas was gone were fine, Jack slept soundly in Dean's arms while he sat in the seat, watching the child in peace. He wasn't Cas's biological son, at least as far as Dean was aware, but the child had similar features, a sharp nose, the similar shape in lips, and was incredibly cute. The last one may have been Dean's personal opinion.

It was all going well, until Dean shifted a little too fast and the child's blue eyes fluttered open.

Tears immediately filled Jack's eyes as he looked up at Dean, his lips parting as he let out a sob. Jack pushed his arms against Dean's chest in an attempt to get away. "Hey, Hey Jack, it's okay." Dean whispered, in hopes of soothing the child back to sleep, or atleast to stop crying. "You're Dads going to be back soon, I promise."

"No!" Jack sobbed.

"Come on!" Dean begged as the child continued to scream against his chest. Thrashing and sobbing, despite his voice becoming scratchy. "It's going to be okay."

Dean shifted the child off his lap, placing Jack so he sat alone on the chair while Dean crouched in front. "Hey look," Dean stuck his tongue out at the child, though it did nothing, as Jack continued to sob. "Come on Jack," he attempted to make another face once again with no luck, "work with me here."

"Hey look, Jack look at this..." Dean frantically looked around the small office before his eyes landed on a stethoscope that was resting on the counter. "Look at this stethoscope!" Dean declared. He grabbed the object, showing it off to Jack for a second, before placing each ear tip into his ear, and then bringing the end to Jack's chest.

The child paused his sobbing for a second, looking up at Dean in curiosity. His cheeks were still a bright red and his eyes hazy with tears, but he'd become silent, and Dean considered that a win.

Dean slowly moved the piece from the left side of Jack's chest to the right. "What's that noise?" Dean questioned in a dramatic high pitched voice. "Hmm," He moved the pieces from his ears, placing them around his neck and letting the chest piece fall from his hand and instead hang at from his neck. "Something's goin' on riiiiight-" Dean lifted his hand, tapping a finger against Jack's chest. "Here."

The child looked down to Dean's hand. "Do you want to hear?"

"Yah," Jack barely whispered.

Dean took the stethoscope from his neck, and placed it around Jack's, helping the child place the earpieces properly into his ears. Dean then lifted the chest piece pressing it to Jack's heart. "Do you hear it?"

"Yah." Jack raised one of his small hands, using it to push away Dean's own hand, and grab the end piece of the stethoscope. He raised the piece up, pressing it against Dean's chest with a small smile. He giggled as he kept the piece pressed to Dean's chest, a small smile spreading across Dean's own lips.

Dean watched the child listen to his heart, until the sound of the door opening came, his head quickly turning to meet Cas who had just stepped in. He looked better with the blood washed off his face, almost normal if it wasn't for the bruising that covered his jaw, and the way he still held his right arm to his chest.

"Hey Bee," Cas greeted smiling as his son pushed passed Dean and ran to his dad. Cas's smile was wide, not like his usual small one, it was the kind that lit up his whole face, scrunched his nose, and crinkled his eyes.

Jack wrapped his arms around Cas's legs squeezing them tightly, while Cas attempted to keep his balance. "Thank you for watching him," Castiel said, finally looking up from Jack and towards Dean. His smile had faltered though the corners of his lips still were raised slightly.

"No problem." Dean stood back up and took a seat back onto the chair while Cas took a seat on the bed, leaving Jack to sit on the floor and play with the stethoscope. "So it's definitely broken?" Dean asked, which Cas nodded to in reply, "Shit, that sucks."