"Take it to him and make him eat it. I'll get something at Mom's." He was sure with his Dads and his Mini me that there was enough food in the house to feed a small army. He knew Dean hadn't eaten much since his tirade started. When he started down the hallway, her whispered call made him smile rather broadly. "See you later. Love you too."
Dean wasn't fighting his bonds anymore. Though he had worked the sock out of his mouth. The hospital was quiet enough that he could hear most of what was said. And he knew he was probably going to lose one of the two people he had left that actually meant anything to him. It didn't help his demeanor one bit. He was filthy. Parts of his face were actually black they were covered in so much dirt. His lips were cracked and dry, his chin bore a weeks worth of stubble growth. His left hand, having left his right just in case he needed to shoot something, black and blue, knuckles scabbed over and swollen with puss.
He watched the doorway waiting for Mary Ellen to show. But he didn't say anything.