Title:Nine Months: The Epilogue

Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…

Warnings: Nope.

Notes:Nope.

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"Dean," it's more of a gasp than a moan but he'll take what he can get. Right now, his head's between his wife's legs and he's kissing spots only he's allowed to touch. They're on the bed, her head on the pillows. And for some reason she's still wearing his shirt and he's still wearing those cotton boxers which suddenly feel a bit too tight. "Dean." There it is again. It's between a moan and a gasp, he decides. He'll ask her about it when she can think properly. "Again," she gasps/moans – he still can't tell which. "Do that again."

And he starts doing that little move he learned from the rated NC-17 movie when he was seventeen. The girls used to love that one – and his wife especially enjoys it now.

She lets out this throaty moan – that one isn't borderline gasp – and then she's almost there…

"Daddy," a little voice asks.

And that turns him off immediately, shutting all systems down except the screaming in his head, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"Close your eyes," he commands quickly and a bit harshly. The moonlight's enough to make him and his wife visible to their five-year-old son. He pulls down his wife's shirt, clothing her somewhat better.

"River," she asks, sitting up on the bed, turning on the bedside lamp now that they're decent: the only remnants being the stickiness between her thighs, "what's wrong?"

"I had a bad dream," he answers.

"Okay," Dean says, glancing at his wife and getting off the bed and picking up his son. Dean carries the boy downstairs and into the kitchen. He sets him in the chair at the table before going into the fridge and pulling out the milk. "What was the dream like," he asks, pouring milk in a saucepan to warm it.

"A scary person took me away."

"Where'd he take you," Dean asks. He'd been having this dream for the past few nights but River could never say exactly where he was taken to, and thus, could not fully get over the dream.

"I don't know, Daddy. It was scary though: dark and cold. And I couldn't find you or Mommy."

Dean simply nods, pouring the heated milk into a mug for his son before placing it in front of River at the table. He quickly rinses the dishes and leaves them in the sink before sitting at the table across from the boy. "No one's going to take you anywhere, River. I'm not going to let them."

"Okay, Dad," he says, smiling up at his father. He always placed his trust completely in Dean. Dean's come to realize it must be a Winchester trait.

Dean smiles back and ruffles his son's hair before asking, "What'd you see when you came in Mommy and Daddy's room tonight?"

"You were kissing Mommy's pee-pee." And though it's slightly funny, Dean doesn't even crack a smile.

Instead, he clears his throat and replies, "Yeah, Riv. But listen to me, okay?" River nods, obediently. "I uh- you can't kiss people there unless you're married. I'm married to your Mom; I love her. And she lets me give her kisses." He trails off for a second, not sure if he's scarred the boy for life yet. "So you can't kiss people there until you're married. Then, if you're wife says it's okay, you can."

River nods. He's always been pretty sharp. "Okay."

"So what'd I say," Dean asks, making sure his son won't go around kissing some random girl on her…

"I can't kiss people until I'm married. Then I can kiss my wife where she likes it." And that hits the nail on the head more than Dean can say.

"Uh," he manages, stunned slightly. "Yeah, River. You got it, kiddo."

Okay, okay. This family I really love. What do you guys think if I wrote a chapter story on it? I'd do these OneShots still but a second, separate story that would have an actual plot. Review with answer. If I get six votes for a chapter story I'll write it. (Keep in mind that I get about three reviews per chapter! So if you want this, please say so!) Well, I'm off to do more writing. Hope you're enjoying and let me know what you think!