Austin Samuel Winchester
I do not own anything you recognize…
Chapter Five
Dean had driven fifty miles when Austin fell asleep. That was fifty miles filled with the boy screaming AC/DC and Led Zeppelin at the top of his lungs. Dean was hoping Austin would loose his voice after ten, but he had no luck in that.
"Dean, pull over," Carly said from the backseat.
Dean complied and edged the car to the road's side. "What's up," he asked as he glanced back at her.
Austin's head was lying on his mother's thigh, so Carly was trying to gently move her baby. "Outside," she whispered to Dean.
Dean gave her a nod and walked around to her door. He opened it just in time to see Carly lay Austin's head on his leather interior.
Carly got out and Dean stepped back, watching as she closed the door behind her.
"Booty call," Dean asked her.
"Something like that," Carly responded before grabbing the edges of Dean's coat. She leaned against the Impala and pulled Dean to her. "I wanted to say thank you, privately."
"Privately," Dean asked before bobbing his head slightly. "Does that mean what I think it does?"
"Am I going to do you in the woods," she asked, referring to the forest to Dean's back. "No."
"What's it mean?"
Carly shushed him and pulled him in for a kiss. When she pulled back, she said, "You've been great, Dean. Thanks."
Dean shrugged. "I've always been great."
Carly rolled her eyes and pulled him in again, for a slightly smaller kiss this time.
Soon they had to get on the road though. And so they took off, Black Sabbath playing gently.
But little did they know: Chris was watching. And so was someone else.