[Gasping softly, her hand tightened in her skirt. That was deplorable...how anyone could treat a child like that she'd never understand. He could have died so many times...no wonder he doesn't eat food someone else cooks.

And now she felt a little bad about everything that had happened between them. It also meant that she should tell Dean to go a little easier on the kid. After everything he's gone through, he didn't need anyone giving him any unnecessary grief.]

You don't need to worry about that anymore. I promise...and if anyone tries to poison you again, I'll deal with them myself.