Austin Samuel Winchester

I do not own anything you recognize…

Chapter Eight

Dean, Carly, and Austin were on their way to Stanford – to Sam's - but had to stop. Seriously? Who wanted to go cross-country after the day they had? So they pulled into a hotel.

And this time, all of them went inside to check-in.

They had been there an hour. Carly refused to give Austin a bath, so he whined and cried until Dean agreed to do it. After he had taken one, Carly went in. While she was in there, Austin had a lot of talking to do.

"Why was Mommy sad I went to sleep?"

"She thought you were hurt, bud. She didn't want you to get hurt," Dean said as he finished salting the windows and doors – just in case this whole problem was because of him. He then went on to put a ring around the two beds.

"Oh." Silence. "Are you going to be my new Daddy?"

Dean stopped the circle and looked up to the boy. Austin was wearing Power Ranger nightclothes and held a big dog in his arms – Scooby or something another. His legs were covered by the green comforter.

"Why do you say that?"

"Everybody needs a daddy," the young Winchester said. "Mommy said so."

"Oh." Dean nodded. "We'll ask your Mom about that over breakfast."

"Okay." Silence. "Do you have a daddy?"

Dean shook his head at Austin's innocence, smiled, and nodded. "I have a daddy and a little brother."

"Really?" Austin's eyes light up. "Mommy said I can't have a little brother until my Daddy comes back. But I don't really want him to come back."

"Why," Dean asked, trying to focus on finishing the salt circle and not let the boy's comment hurt him at the same time.

"Cause you have to leave then. And I like you. You're cool."

Dean smiled. So the boy did like his Dad. "What else does your Mom say about your Dad?"

"He's a Superhero. He fights evil guys like the Red Ranger," Austin said, pointing to his shirt.

Dean nodded as the boy continued, "He likes LZ."

"LZ," Dean asked as he put the salt away and stood back to admire the salt ring.

"Led Zeppleine."

"You mean Led Zeppelin?"

"Yeah," Austin said. "And he has a really cool car."

Dean smirked. Carly would think that.

"This is your car," Carly asked.

Carly and Dean had just gone to bar where she had gotten more than her helping of beers.

"No," Dean said, shuddering at the thought of owning a mini-van. "This is." He patted the trunk of the Impala.

"Sweet ride."

"Thanks."

"Wanna fool around in the backseat?"

"I don't use her for that."

"Want to drive to a hotel and fool around there," she persisted. Apparently, she was a hormonal drunk.

"Next time. Let's take you home for now."

Carly smiled at him. "That's what I like about you, Deany-boy."

"What's that?"

"You care."

"Who said I wasn't going to do you at your place?"

Carly rolled her eyes and none too gracefully fell onto her boyfriend. "You wouldn't."

"Caught," he admitted.

Carly smiled. "I knew it."

"You knew it."

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"You've got a really cool car."

Carly's voice broke Dean out of his thoughts. "And what'd we say was the best part about Daddy?"

Austin smiled before turning to Dean. "He loves me."