The morning after Sam’s life was tilted on its axis (for the third time in two weeks) was oddly anticlimactic.
Dean took one look at Joan’s black eye and bruised cheek and declared that she would be staying inside for the duration and learning how to properly shoot a sawed-off as soon as possible.
He went for a food run, Joan fed Billy and got ready to give him a bath, and Sam half-heartedly began researching for the next job, his attention more on the girl in the bathroom.
“Are we going to talk about this?”
“Talk about what?” Joan glanced up from the baby lying on the bathroom vanity. “He needs a bath. This is the best way to do it.”
“Yeah, that’s not what I meant.” Sam watched as Joan flushed and turned back to the baby. “You talk to God. Seems like a big deal.
” That Dean knew about this and believed was another big deal, but he wasn’t planning on having her around for that discussion.
He got up and stood in the bathroom doorway so he could see her better.
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