**Farren North – MEC – Buck**

Farren woke up the next morning to Dean trying to stick his finger up her nose, and then twisting his fingers in her hair and involuntarily ripping out a few strands. “Ow…” she mumbled, frowning with her eyes still closed. But since she’d made a face and noise, Dean smiled and grabbed her cheeks, pulling on them. “Wake up, momma,” he said cheerily. Farren smirked and opened one eyelid, taking in the sight of her son before smiling. “You need a bath, monster,” she said tiredly. “Yay!” he said happily, always loving baths before he tried to climb over the railing of the hospital bed. “Wait!” Farren said, her son suddenly forcing her awake as she caught him before he tumbled to the tile floor. Sighing heavily, she carried him with her arms under his towards the bathroom, the boy smiling all the way with no idea she’d just saved him from busting his head open.

They went ahead and took a shower together, killing two birds with one stone, but getting Dean dressed again was always a nightmare. Farren just let him run around the room naked while she dug through their bag. She pulled out all the clothes and found the least used ones, setting them out to wear while she went back in the bathroom and began scrubbing the old ones, throwing them over the shower door, bathtub, and any handle she could find to dry. She came back and Dean ran up to her. “There’s a big man,” he said simple, pointing at the closed door. In the time she’d spent messing with their clothes, her son had scooted items in the room in front of the door and created a precarious tower he’d obviously climbed to look out a small round window near the top of the door. Farren’s heart raced but all she could do is shake her head and sigh. “Yes, honey, that’s Buck. We met him last night. He’s nice, don’t worry. But we’ll get to meet him again after we get dressed okay? It’s impolite to say good morning naked,” she teased him, grabbing him and the cleanest clothes, setting him on the bed and helping dress him in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve polo shirt that was yellow and blue. She managed to get socks on his feet but not shoes before he was dashing off. “Wait! Mommy has to get dressed, right?” Dean sighed, hand on the door handle while Farren put on some flared jeans and tucked in a loose white button up shirt with a light brown cardigan over that. She hadn’t put on shoes or socks yet when Dean opened the door behind Buck and yelled “GOOD MORNING!” happily. Farren smirked and sighed, already exhausted again in a way before just letting the shoe thing go and following up behind her son.