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"I will," she told him softly. "I will be laying on the couch, so just let yourself in," she told him softly as she got up and walked over to the couch and sat down. "The door is unlocked," she added as she laid backk and propped up her feet up. "I love you too Angel. I will see you soon baby," she said. Then they said their goodbyes and soon both Angel and Lynda was off the phone. 

After hanging up with Angel, Lynda put her phone on the coffee table and then laid back on the couch. She closed her eyes and did some deep breathing exercises until she fell sound asleep.

"Okay baby," she told her son. "I will see you very soon," she added as they were getting ready to get off the phone with each other. "You can just come on in," she added before getting off. "I'll just be resting on the couch for a bit," she added as she then told Angel she loved him and after he tells her he loved her back they said their goodbyes and huge up from each other. Lynda then put her phone on the charager and went over to the couch and laid down. 

Lynda could feel her whole world spiraling out of control. She was out of meds, her marriage to Ben  was in a very rocky and dark place, she's overworked trying to make sure everybody stayed health, and now she just couldn't take it anymore. So, while she was laying down on the couch, she couldn't help but start to cry uncontrollably as she felt both of her hands were throbbing in pain but at this point she really didn't care. 

"I'll explain everything when you get here  Angel," she told him as she could hear the worry and fear growing in his voice. "And yes your father is on his way, though it's gonna take him a few days," she added still not giving anything away. "But I promise I'm not going anywehre until you get here and I have all four of you boys in my house and safe around me," she added. "Oh and don't go to Ben's house. I'm over at the house John and I share. Ben and I are not getting along right now," she added. 

They talked for a few minutes more and then soon hung up. Once Lynda was off the phone, and managed to hang up, she put the phone next to her and while she sat there, hands in ice, she couldn't help but start to cry, wishing like hell that she didn't have to go through all of this and make it hard for the family. 

"Hey son," Lynda said, trying to make herself sound like she was okay and yet knowing she was failing. "Um...no...I'm not alright. I need you to come home for a little while," she said. "I have to talk to you about something very serious," she said and then she went on so Angel couldn't inturrup. 

"But before you come home, I wanted to tell you that yes I'm hurt at the moment, but it's nothing serious and I wasn't trying to kill myself or anything like that," she told her son, knowing that he would be extremely worried. "And I also want you to know that I have contacted your father and he's on his way," she said. "But until then, I would really like it if you came over to the Winchester home for a few days, so that I can talk to you boys," she told him, knowing that she probably already said that, but couldn't help it. 

Lynda let out a sigh as she knew the next part of what she was about to ask him to do was going to fill Angel's mind with questions. "And son, please make sure you are super clean. I know what I'm asking is a really weird thing for me to ask, but it's important that you are are super clean," she added. "Can you do all that for me?" she asked him.

After Lynda's little accident in the kitchen in front of Dean, she knew she had no choice but to get her other son over to her house to have dinner with her, John, Sam and Dean. He needed to know the truth about her, even if it meant him hating her. So Lynda, with a heavy sigh, took one of her hands out of her ice bath long enough to pull out her cell phone. Even though it was killing her hands, she continued what she was doing. 

After she got her phone going, she went to contacts and went to Angel's number and hit the green call button. As Angel's phone rang, she put it on speaker and placed the phone down so that she could quickly put her hand back into the ice bath. Her only regret was not telling her children sooner, though she knew in the back of her head, there was nothing they could really do for her. So, Lynda began to hum a soft lullabye as she waited for Angel to answer.