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When Lynda saw the fear in Dean's eyes, Lynda closed hers, slowly began to count to ten as she started to do some deep breathing. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at her son more calmly while began to speak to him. She knew he still had a hold of her wrist, which was good. It stopped her from continuing to act on her impulses. 

"Sweetie, I have a sever case of  OCD," she told him.  "And right now, it seems to be getting worse. There have been triggers that I have tried to play off, so that you boys wouldn't worry, but it's all becoming too much," she confessed to Dean. "I thought that maybe coming to stay with your father for a few days would help but all I keep seeing is those rooms with so much clutter and rotten food on the floor," she said as she could feel her impulses trying to start up again. 

Lynda once more started to count to ten and soon the urges past. "Before you ask, yes I am on medication and I keep them in my purse so that I can take them at work, but I seem to have lost them," she said. "And I haven't been able to go see your Uncle Mark yet for a refill," she added in between counting. Finally when Lynda felt more in control, she looked at her son. 

"I need you to fill up a big bowl with ice so that I can get my hands cooled down. And once I get the sting of the burns out of my hands, I will need you to help me put something on them and wrap them," she told Dean. "Think you can do that for me?" she asked him. "And then I will explain everything and answer any questions you have," she added. 

Lynda smiled as she removed her hand and leaned over and kissed her son's cheek. Then start went over to start to wash her hands. "Well, there really isn't enough in there for you to taste, so that's why you never picked up on it before," she told him. "You're brother must have a perfect pallet if he could pick up on the sugar," she said laughing. As Lynda turned on the hot water, Lynda reached over and grabbed the bar of soap.

 

"And I already know I'm the favorite parent," she smirked as she continued to soap up her hands, even though they were so soapy that her hands couldn't see them. Then she let out a sigh as she continued to speak to him. "Besides, there is something I wanna talk to you and Sam about," she told him. "Though I think I'm gonna call your brother Angel and have him over to supper too. I might as well tell you all at the same time," she said.

She turned and continued scrubbing her hands as if she had just started. "Damn it...why aren't my hands getting clean?" Lynda said more to herself as she stuck her hands under the hot steaming water as if trying to almost burn her hands off. When Lynda pulled her hands out fromt he running water, they looked as if the skin was just melting off her hands as Lynda reached for the soap to do the whole process all over again. She kept muttering something about getting clean over and over again under her breathe.

"Well, Dean, I still make a mean spagetti dinner but yes I do put a little sugar in the sauce to help tame down the acid that is in the tamato sauce," she told Dean. "So, no you are not crazy, at least not when it comes to food," she said with a teasing laugh and gently touched Dean's face.

Then Lynda got serious as she looked at her son. "Say, I haven't made spagetti in a while, so why don't I make that for dinner," she suggested. "And I can also make a homemade apple pie with cinnamon sprinkled on the top crust," she said. "So what do you say you and Sam stay for dinner," she suggested.