Austin Samuel Winchester

I do not own anything you recognize…

Chapter Two

Dean had just made Austin and his friend, Danny, mac and cheese. They cranked up the Led Zeppelin tapes and were singing as loud as they could.

"Austin, my man, do you know how to play air guitar," Dean asked as he cleaned up the now empty bowels of macaroni.

"I do," Danny shouted as he put his hand in the air.

"Danny's on air guitar. Austin, wanna join him? I'll be drums."

Austin nodded and turned to watch Danny who was already playing. Austin soon joined in and Dean stood behind them, playing drums as the last chorus of the song was sung.

Carly caught this show of trying to be manly men. She rolled her eyes and smiled as she turned off the music.

"Mom," Austin said. "We're playing!"

"Austin, take Danny and go in the other room. Dean and I need to have a talk," Carly said.

Austin sighed, "Come on Danny. See you later Dean."

"Later kid," Dean replied as he watched the young boys walk out of the kitchen and into the living room. "What's up, Car?"

Carly sighed at the nickname, "It's Carly."

"What's up, Car," Dean replied with a smirk as he leaned against the counter. "Wait, its Ms. Winchester now, isn't it?"

Carly rolled her eyes, "Dean, I just used your name because it's Austin's. It made everyone think we were divorced."

"We were never married, Car."

Carly sighed and went to clean up the rest of the table, "We should've been. We had a kid."

"Jolie and Pitt," Dean said.

"They're famous. It's different in real life."

Dean rolled his eyes, "No, it's not."

"Really? Tell me, Dean. Why didn't you come to visit us if it's the same thing? Cause I can name plenty of famous parents who visit their kids."

"You know why," Dean said as he stood up from the place he was leaning on the counter.

"Hunting?"

Dean shot Carly a look, "I tried. I called and sent money. I know people who don't even do that."

"He doesn't need that Dean. He needs a Dad."

"Look around," Dean said as he face edged closer to hers – it was now inches away. "Your house isn't haunted. A shape shifter isn't after you. Because of me."

"That's not fair. They weren't after me in the first place," Carly whispered harshly.

"I got rid of them before they could touch you. And you know it," Dean whispered back.

"Am I interrupting something," came a voice.

Dean and Carly turned quickly, only to find a young woman about twenty-eight standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She was obviously pregnant from the maternity clothes she was wearing.

"Hi, Sandra," Carly said as she walked away from Dean.

"Sorry, Austin said to just go inside. I didn't know you had company," she apologized.

"Don't worry about it," Carly said as she took Sandra into the living room to get Danny's stuff.

Dean muttered something under his breath before he walked through the living room and into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.