Austin Samuel Winchester

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Chapter Nine

"Yup," Carly confirmed. "Daddy loves you."

Dean let this process before he smiled. He actually smiled. "I'm sure your Daddy does love you, Aust."

Austin smiled before starting to yawn. This broke Carly out of her trance, "Honey, I think it's time for bed." She stepped over the salt circle – knowing exactly what they're used for – and sat on the bed next to Austin. "Say good-night to Dean."

Austin leaned forward to get Dean within eyesight. "Night, Dean."

"Night, buddy," Dean said before looking at Carly. She smiled at him. "I'm going to take a shower," he told her, seeing as how he was the only un-showered one in the room.

Carly nodded and turned back to her… their son to finish getting him ready for bed.

Dean disappeared into the bathroom. He didn't want to pressure Carly into picking a bed. They had slept together, but that didn't mean anything. She could very well be too upset about today.

Dean stripped his clothes before getting in the hot shower.

The water ran down him for a good five minutes before he heard the bathroom door open and close. He smirked as he watched Carly's outline, through the shower curtain, strip her clothes.

"Couldn't stay away," he asked as he felt her climb in behind him.

"Don't talk, Dean," she told him as he turned around. "I need to say some things."

He wrapped his arms around her waist before nodding, "Alright."

She leaned into his chest. "I'm really sorry for dragging you into this. You shouldn't have to stay... And thank you for saving Austin. I don't know what I'd do without him. … Dean, I think we should tell him."

He needed to tell her something too. "I would rather be here than a strip club, Carly." He could tell she was rolling her eyes. "And I wasn't going to let Austin get hurt – you know that."

"What about telling him?"

"That's up to you."

She smiled. "I want him to know his Dad."

He was smiling so wide, he was so happy… he doesn't remember being like this with anyone else. He was just so… so… adjectives couldn't even begin to hit it.

"Come here," she whispered and brought his head down to meet hers. They kissed before she pulled apart long enough to ask, "Austin's safe in there, right?"

"Salt lines are up."

She smiled and kissed him again, slipping her tongue inside to his eagerly awaiting one. He always did like when she took control.

Soon he had her back against the wall as he held her up. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and they were both trying to stay quiet because of Austin in the next room.

When he was just about to spill, he let something slip. Something he knew he shouldn't have. Because if you're a hunter, you keep quiet about your emotions and you never say those three words. Ever. But he let them slip in the heat of the moment. And if you asked him if he would take them back, he would answer 'no' without hesitation, without falter.

"God, I love you, Carly."