Austin Samuel Winchester

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Chapter Twelve

About thirty minutes later, after the women had gotten acquainted and the men had decided on what to do, all decided to turn in early.

It had been a long day.

"Dean's on the couch," Sam said, walking in the living room with everyone else. He had brought in extra blankets and a pillow. "Carly and Austin can have the guest room."

Jess stood up to help her boyfriend, but Carly stopped their plans. "Dean can share the bed with me. If you don't mind of course," she said, glancing at Dean.

"No objections," Dean said, hands in the air.

Sam shook his head. "Your funeral," he joked.

Carly smiled before turning to Austin, who was sleeping peacefully on the couch. "Dean," she asked. "Do you mind?"

Dean smiled. "If I get something lat-"

"Carly," Sam said with a smile. "I don't want you to have to go through that. I'll get him for you."

Carly smiled at Sam who went for Austin, but Dean got there first. "Dude, he's my kid. Back off," he joked.

Dean picked up the boy and positioned him on his chest before looking at the other three adults. "Stop staring," Dean complained. "Haven't you ever seen a dad pick up his kid before?"

Carly walked over to her… boyfriend? and smiled at him before walking with him into their bedroom. "Night guys," she called.

"Night," Sam and Jess returned in unison.

Jess smiled and looked up at her boyfriend. "Jinx," she said with a smile.

"Hey," Sam complained. "Not fair."

"You can't talk, darling," she said with a smile. "So I can call you whatever I want, baby." She was teasing him to the max and he knew it. "So, sweetie pie, how was your day? Oh, that's right, honey: you can't talk." He shot her a look. "Maybe if you please me, I'll just happen to say your name…"

Sam took the clue and picked her up, heading for their bedroom.

Meanwhile, Dean gently laid Austin down on the bed in the guest room. Carly made a comfortable makeshift bed, with the sleeping bag Jess had provided, for Austin on the floor. Dean set to changing the boy into night clothes.

Once all was said and done, Austin lay sleeping soundly on the floor.

"He's cute," Carly commented.

"He looks like you," Dean replied.

"Is that an indirect compliment," Carly asked with a smile.

"I think it was." She leaned up and kissed him.

When she pulled away, she walked to her luggage. Grabbing a shirt and night pants, she walked over to the bathroom door. "Joining me?"

Dean grabbed boxers and followed her. What kind of question was that?

When he got in there, she was already in the hot shower. He shed his clothes and got in behind her. He ran his hands down her arms to overlap her hands as he kissed her neck.

"Dean," she asked, freeing one hand only to use it to play in his hair.

"Mmhh," he mumbled, still kissing her neck.

"What do you think is after us?" That stopped him. He pulled his mouth and hands away from her.

"We're running from a human, Car. A dangerous one. That's all," he said.

She turned around to face him. "I can read you better than that. You think it has something to do with your job."

"No. I don't."

"Dean…"

"Carly, there's nothing after you except a lousy excuse for a human. I promise, okay?"

Carly watched his eyes. They seemed to be telling the truth, but that was the thing about Dean Winchester. He was a con-artist.

"Okay," she said.

Dean nodded. "Come here." He wrapped his arms around her before taking her by surprise. He pushed her back and gave her a dancing kiss (A/N: He held her back and dipped her while kissing.). Since the shower was only so big, Dean had dipped their heads so water was descending upon them.

When he pulled her up for breath, she whispered, "I love you, Dean."

"The feeling's mutual," he replied before kissing her again.