Dear Addiction

Chapter thirteen

"Have a good day kids, don't get in any fights, eat all your lunch, I'll be here to pick you up," Dean said, his one arm rested on the back rest of his seat, as he watched John get out of the car. The boy only gave a small wave, though Dean took it, at least he was acnologying that Dean existed. "Are you getting out?" He asked, after John had closed the car door, and Ellie hadn't moved.

"No," she raised her fist, coughing loudly into it. "I'm sick,"

"Are you sure?" She made another fake cough, followed by a sniffle. It was the fakest, most bare minimum act Dean had ever seen, though he really couldn't care enough to convince her to go, it was the third Friday of kindergarten, what would she be missing, colouring, and sing alongs. "So if your dad asks when he gets home, you're still going'ta be sick?"

She nodded, giving the loudest cough she could muster, "well then I guess you're sick."

When they got back to the apartment Dean dropped his coat onto the table, before digging through Ellie's backpack for her lunch. "Do you want anything to eat?" Dean yelled to the young  girl who had run off to the couch, already flipping through the channels.

"No!"

"Are you sure?"

"I want a tea party!" Dean sighed, he pulled open the refrigerator door throwing in the lunchbox, before he slammed it shut.

"You have one set up in your room."

"I want you to come"

Dean's mouth gaped open, as he stared at the young girl. "You want me to come to your tea party?" Dean asked, which Ellie nodded to, giving him a look as if it had been the most obvious thing ever. His eyes glanced across her face, studying her soft feature that could easily be seen with her haired pulled. He waited for her to take the offer back though when she never did he finally allowed himself to smile. "Of course."

Together they walked to Ellie's room, where they both sat at the small table, Ellie on one of the chairs, while Dean sat on the floor. He couldn't help but smile as Ellie asked for tea, Dean nodding, pouring the invisible liquid into her small plastic cup. He then continued to do the same for the stuffed animals that sat on the rest of the chairs, each one with their own plastic cup. "Cheers? " Dean asked, he raised his cup, pinky finger out.

Ellie giggled, lifting up her own cup and attempting to mimic the way Dean had raised his pinky. "Cheers," she replied, clicking their cups together.

"So, Miss.Winchester," Dean asked. He raised his voice lightly as he talked, before taking a dramaticized sip from the plastic cup. "How has work been?"

"Crazy!" She replied, she placed down her cup to raise her hands, shaking them around. "The man keeps, he keeps, the man wants the paper. H-he needs the paper, for the briefcase. The office is goin' crazy."

Dean laughed as Ellie talked. She was mimicking Sam and his own latest work problems, the case he had been writing up taking much more time than he had expected. He had been complaining about at least once a day, spending every free hour he got, at work, and home editing it, or reading it out to Dean to find mistakes.

"Wow, there must be lot's of pressure from your boss."

"Yah! My Bob's going crazy too!"

He lifted the cup to his lips, taking another sip. As the silence fell Dean's smile dropped, the muffled sounds of screaming, becoming clear. "What?" Dean muttered. He placed the tea cup down, as he stood up from the ground, walking slowly to the wall where Ellie's bed was pushed against. He leant closer, the noises becoming more clear the closer he got until he  had his ear pressed to it, the words loud but muffled except for the occasional swear.