Austin Samuel Winchester
I do not own anything you recognize…
Chapter Thirteen
"How's pancakes, buddy," Dean asked his son in the kitchen. The pair had woken up early to make breakfast for 'Mommy', Sam, and Jess.
"Can I have eggs," he asked innocently.
"Uh," Dean started. "Can you keep a secret?" The elder put his son in a seat at the kitchen table.
"Yup," Austin nodded with a smile.
"I don't know how to make eggs." It was true. Dean could cook pancakes and birthday cakes and any other cake, but no eggs. Austin giggled. "Hey!"
"I can make eggs," Jessica said from the doorway. Dean and Austin looked up. They hadn't realized she'd been standing there.
"Daddy," Austin whined. The boy hadn't met Jessica or Sam since he had slept all through last night. Austin hopped off the seat and grabbed Dean's leg.
"It's alright," Dean said as he picked Austin up. "This is Aunt Jess." Austin looked at his new found… Aunt Jess. She was strange. He wasn't sure he liked her yet.
While Austin debated on his new 'friend', Jess smiled at Dean. She had an unofficial nephew.
"You'll make me eggs," Austin asked her. Jess nodded. "Can I help?" Jess nodded. Austin squirmed in Dean's grasp so he could get to the part where he cracks the eggs. He loved that part. "I'll crack 'em!"
Jess laughed as she got the eggs from the fridge. She helped situate Austin on the countertop next to her before grabbing a bowl from the shelf behind him.
While Austin and Jess made eggs, Dean sat in the chair that Austin had just vacated.
He could tell Jessica fit into Sammy's lifestyle. She was normal. The kind of normal Sam craved. Dean decided she was right for Sammy – no ifs, ands, or buts, about it.
"Hey," came a soft voice from behind him. It was Carly. Dean was absolutely sure. A hand ran down his shirt clad chest while she nipped on his earlobe. "I didn't know where you went," she whispered.
He managed to grab her waist and pull her into his lap. "I wouldn't have gone far."
She smiled. "I know."
Austin broke their trance. "Mommy," he shouted. "Aunt Jess makes eggs!"
Carly replied, "Are they better than Daddy's?" She knew very well that Dean couldn't make eggs and if he tried, they ended up in the garbage.
Carly went to get out of bed.
Dean had stayed at her house that night because they had gone out for dinner. That and it was Carly's birthday.
"Where are you going," he asked as he pulled her closer so she couldn't get away.
"Making breakfast," she said, relaxing into his chest after a few seconds.
Dean rolled his eyes. "No, you're not."
"Who's making it? The maid?"
"I'll make it." He got out of the bed and tossed on some boxers. "Your mom's not home, right?"
Carly shook her head 'no'. "What are you going to make?"
"Pancakes and bacon."
"Could you make eggs?"
Dean thought about it for a second. "Sure."
Thirty minutes later, the fire alarm was going off from all the smoke in the kitchen. Dean and Carly were sitting on the floor, leaning against the cabinets, laughing.
"I thought you could make them," Carly laughed.
"Pancakes. Not eggs."
She smiled. "You're so not cooking again."
"Only in the bedroom."
Carly rolled her eyes. "Not even there."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Wanna bet?" He stood up and after a few seconds, was holding Carly in his arms, bringing her to her bedroom.
"Daddy can't make eggs," Austin said.
"Hey! That was a secret," Dean teased the youngest Winchester.
Austin giggled. "Oops."