Austin Samuel Winchester
I do not own anything you recognize…
Chapter Three
Later that night, Dean skipped dinner with Carly and Austin and decided to stay in his room to look at the things Austin had made for his 'Daddy'.
There were a bunch of pictures. One stood out from the rest though. It was an obviously child drawn picture with stick-figures of Carly, 'Daddy', and Austin. On top it read, 'I miss Daddy'. Dean opened all the nicely wrapped presents. He had a tie, Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and a coffee mug.
Dean thought it was funny that he wouldn't exactly use them – but liked them anyway.
"What are you doing," Carly asked. She was standing in the doorway watching Dean go through his presents.
"Just looking," Dean replied and cleaned up everything that was spread on his bed. He placed it on the dresser before turning to Carly. "Sorry about before."
"What? Fighting over what type of Dad you should be? I'm already over it."
Dean smiled. He had always liked the fact that Carly could never stay mad. No matter how bad he messed up.
"Good," he said cockily. "Because I was wondering if I could stay in your room tonight. Ya know this bedroom; it's nice but brings back way too many memories."
Carly shot Dean a look as she thought of all the memories that were in this room.
"Where's your Mom," Dean asked as he started to trail kisses down Carly's neck.
"Business trip," she answered as they started to back up to her room – the present day guest room.
Carly managed to open the door before they both fell onto the floor. Dean lifted his head and gave Carly a cocky smile.
"You want it on the floor," he asked.
"No! Dean," she exclaimed as she playfully hit his chest. "Stop!"
He laughed and rolled off of her, "Just asking."
She laughed at him before rolling onto him, "Do you want it on the floor?"
"Where ever you want it, babe."
She smiled before kissing him hard on the lips.
Carly's face turned a shade of pink as Dean started to step closer to her.
"Austin told me your bedroom had a big bed," he said in her ear. Dean put one hand on each side of her waist before wrapping them around her completely. He pulled her to him.
"Is that true," he whispered.
"Dean," she scolded. "Stop. Austin is asleep in the other room."
"Even more a reason to head to your room. He might hear us in here."
Carly pushed him away from her, "No, Dean."
Carly started to walk out of the room and into her bedroom. Dean followed. He knew she wanted it as much as he did; otherwise he wouldn't have gotten to hold her.
"Carly," he said with a smile as he walked into her room. She was already locked in her bathroom.
"Stop, Dean," she said through the door – he could tell she was putting up a front.
"Fine, I'm leaving," he said. He walked toward the entrance to her door and closed it – him staying inside. He hid behind the dresser and waited for her to come out.
When she came out, she looked both ways as if deciding it was safe. As soon as she walked past the dresser, Dean jumped out and wrapped his hands around her waist. She leaned her back into him.
"I knew you were there," she said. "You always were a bad hider."
He smiled and started to kiss her neck.
"Dean, what if Austin finds us?"
"Worry about it then," he said as he turned her around to face him.
She looked up to his face before deciding that it would be okay. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard.