Austin Samuel Winchester

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Chapter Six

They had driven a good two hundred miles before deciding they'd be safe for the night. So Dean had told them to stay in the car while he checked them in the hotel.

And he was only gone a second. But apparently that was enough time for something to happen.

"Carly," Dean called as he walked back to the Impala. His car was the only one in the parking lot. "Austin?"

Upon getting no response, he checked the car. Nothing. But a drop of blood.

That was enough to send Dean in a frenzy.

"Damn it, Carly. Answer me," he shouted. "Austin!"

Dean scanned the area around the car. Nothing out of the normal. Except over in the corner. There was a man pushing a woman into one of the hotel rooms. He caught a glimpse of the woman's face. It was Carly - no doubt about it.

Dean resisted the urge to run and knock the crap out of the guy. Instead, he opened the trunk, punched in the code to the weapon's locker, and grabbed his gun. He hadn't been carrying it on him because he'd let his guard down. I mean who would've thought that someone would try and kill his… girlfriend? ex-girlfriend? and his son.

Dean sprinted up the stairs to the second floor of the hotel, located the room, and kicked it open.

Not so smart. The man who had taken Carly and Austin was standing there, waiting for Dean.

He had dark black hair and shining blue eyes. If one didn't know better, you could easily say they were the eyes of an angel. The man had one arm around Carly's neck and the other held a gun to her head.

"Nice of you to join us," he said.

"Chris," Dean muttered, not dropping his raised gun.

"I take it you're Austin's daddy? Hmmm… Funny, Carly. See I thought I put my seed into you. I thought he was my son. At least that's what you told me, didn't you," Chris asked while tightening his grip.

While he rambled, Dean tried to find a place, any place, to blow a hole into this guy. But the dude was using Carly as a shield.

"Didn't you," Chris asked, angered. He shook Carly a little. She whimpered.

"Tell me, now," he almost yelled. "Tell Winchester the truth."

"Yes," she whispered and more tears began to roll down her face.

"See," Chris asked while looking at Dean. "I'm Austin's daddy. Not you. You're just an excuse."

Austin. Where the hell was Austin? "What'd you do with him," Dean asked, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Austin told me he liked to swim. Maybe when his body goes limp, he'll stop the flailing he did."

Dean's eyes narrowed. Did Chris have time to hurt Austin?

"He's in the bathroom, Dean," Carly shouted.

"Shut it," Chris responded and pushed the gun closer to her temple.

"Carly," Dean said in a soothing voice. "Remember when we…" He didn't really want to say it because it kind of showed a sensitive side to Dean Winchester. But he had to. There was no other option right now. Lives were in the balance. "When we danced that night your mother got hurt."

Carly remembered.

Carly's mom had just left to get the pizza dinner that the three of them were to enjoy, leaving Carly and Dean alone in the house.

"So what do you want to do," Carly asked her boyfriend who was sitting on the couch across from her seat in the lounge chair.

He gave her a wink and started to get up, but she stopped him. "Dean! My mom will be back soon!"

Dean sighed, "Alright then."

"Want to learn a dance?"

Dean wrinkled his eyebrows. "A dance?"

"Yes, Dean." Her boyfriend shrugged and stood up.

"How?"

"Here," Carly said and walked over to him.

She showed him five steps of the ten step dance when they got the call. Carly's mother had been in a car crash. They were needed at the hospital.

"Step three," Dean said. And Carly knew. Step three was a jump to the side. "On three."

Carly nodded as Dean counted down. "One… two…"

"What are you doing," Chris hissed. "Stop!"

"Three…" Carly jumped and Dean managed a shot right to Chris' heart. Death was instant.

As the limp body of Chris fell to the floor, Carly's sagged into Dean.

He put his arms around her and pushed her closer as she stifled a sob.

"Where's Austin," he asked. She looked up at him with terror in her eyes.

"In the bath."

Dean shooed Carly off him, walked over to the bathroom door, and with one loud bang kicked it open.

He looked to the right and then to the left, laying his eyes on his son. Austin's hands were bound behind his back with duck tape. His eyes were shut and the boy's wet hair and clothes hung to him tightly. There was a gag in his mouth.

He didn't stand a chance.

Dean dropped the gun that was still in his hand – which wasn't too smart as it could've gone off, but didn't. He knelt next to the tub, grabbed his son's body, and put Austin in his lap.

"Dean," Carly shrieked when she saw her son. Carly got on the floor next to the Winchesters. She cupped her son's face with her hand. "Baby, please wake up. Honey, please."

Dean's mind kicked in and he laid Austin on the floor, starting CPR.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Gasp.

Austin gasped for air before coughing up some water.

"Austin," Carly said before breaking down in tears. She pulled her son toward her and away from Dean. "Baby, it's okay."

Dean sat back, shocked. Maybe he shouldn't be here. Maybe all this was because of him.