"You can't be serious? Locking yourself in a coffin and going to the bottom of the ocean is how you plan on getting rid of Michael?" I asked angrily.
"Only plan I got." He said calmly.
"No! You aren't going to do that to yourself! I won't let you!" I yelled angrily.
"(S/n) is asleep." He said calmly.
"Yes I know! Dean you can't do that to our son! He needs his father!"
"He will have you and Sam."
"He needs you.... I need you!"
"It will be fine." He said as he shook his head.
"Fine? Do you even care about me and (s/n)?" I asked softly.
I heard crying and let out a groan. Dean stood up and I watched him walk to the door.
"We didn't finish Dean." I said as I stood up to follow him.
"For now, we're done. I'll go get our cryin' child for once." He said as he walked out of the door.
I shook my head and felt tears stream down my face as I covered my eyes. When the crying didn't stop I stood up and walked into the room to see Dean watching (s/n). I slowly walked up to him and gently touched his shoulder. He flinched and I walked up to the crib and picked (s/n) up.
"Thought you where going to take care of him?" I asked as I rocked (s/n) back and forth.
I turned to meet Dean's eyes and saw tears streaming down them.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly.
"What if.. what if Michael breaks free and he hurts him.... or you... what if he takes you away from me... I can't lose you, (y/n)." He whispered.
I gently put (s/n) back in his crib and walked up to Dean.
"Hey... it's going to be okay... I promise we will figure it out." I said as I gently touched his check.
He moved closer and I gently pulled him down into a hug. He clung to me as he sobbed into my shoulder.
"Michael isn't going to win... he isn't going to take you away." I whispered.