Title:Carly Richelle Winchester

Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…

Warnings: Nope.

Notes:Nope.

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Carly giggled as Dean's body covered hers and his mouth danced on her neck. "Dean…"

"Hey, hey," he replied, smiling also, "I haven't had you all to myself in over a year. And last I checked, you wanted more."

"Three times last night! Babe, three?! That covers the past year plenty." But she still couldn't help but smile and try to catch his mouth for an actual kiss.

"So you're kissing me because we've had enough sex to cover us a year?"

"Shut up," she whispered, colliding their mouths.

"I think I'm going to have to lock you in the bathroom with me, Carly Winchester."

She laughed as he swooped her up and started toward the master bathroom. "Not yet, Dean! I'm not a Winchester yet."

"It's taking you god damn long enough," he false complained.

She just rolled her eyes as he set her down on the vanity and went in for some mouth to mouth action. She whimpered against his mouth as his thumb started to trace ticklish circles on the inside of her thigh.

"What," he asked pulling away quickly. "Did I do something wrong?"

She shook her head no. "You're doing it all right, hon."

He smiled warmly. Good. He wouldn't want to remind her of either rape. "Well, let's see what else I can do very right then, shall we?"

She laughed as he kissed along her jaw line. "If we must…"

"Daddy," Austin yelled running into the master bedroom, not seeing his half naked mother and just barely clothed father partaking in foreplay just a mere six feet away. "Daddy!"

"Austin, close your eyes," Dean snapped quickly. Austin immediately covered his eyes with his hands in blind faith. Dean managed to slither into his night pants while Carly covered herself with her bathrobe since putting anything else on would take too much time. "Since when do you just burst in here, buddy," Dean asked, squatting in front of his son and taking Austin's hands off the boy's eyes once both adults were decent.

"Sorry," Austin apologized. "But Megan's swimming!"

Panicked, Dean looked to Carly before running out to the bathroom off of the hall. They didn't have a pool and Megan was sure too young to even think about taking unsupervised baths.

Not finding his daughter in the tub, Dean turned and snapped at his son, "Where is she!?"

"Kitchen."

Dean ran into the kitchen, only to find his daughter jumping in the puddles on the ground she had made with the sink hose. Dean shook his head, placing a hand on his forehead.

God help him with this family.

His girlfriend came over and pressed a kiss to his temple as she rested her hands on his hips. "I know, Dean; I know."

"Good thing I have you to keep me sane," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She laughed, "What would you do without me?"

"Crash and burn." And she would never know just how true that answer was.

Epilogue next!