Austin Samuel Winchester
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Chapter Twenty
After giving the cops their statements and letting Austin see an actual police officer, Dean brought his little family inside to the apartment. Sam and Jess had already gone inside.
"Daddy," Austin asked as Dean held the boy's hand and they walked up the stairs. "Can we have ice cream?"
Dean looked down at his son whose big green eyes were looking at Dean with the 'pleeeease' look. "We'll ask Uncle Sammy if he has any, okay?"
Austin gave this a thought as they climbed the last flight of stairs. "Okay. But we have to put extra whip cream on Mommy's because she was crying."
Carly smiled from behind the two men. Austin was always trying to comfort.
"Okay," Dean answered as he got to the apartment door. Coming to a stop, because he did not have a key, he knocked.
Sam answered a second later. "Hey guys. Everything okay?"
"Aunt Jess," Austin shouted and dropped Dean's hand. He shot inside the apartment toward Jessica, whom was in the kitchen. "Can we have ice cream?"
Sam looked bewildered as Dean shook his head. Knowing that his Uncle Sam would say 'but you just had dinner', Austin took his best bet. Aunt Jess. She liked to spoil Austin.
Quickly catching on, Sam sighed. "Just like you, Dean. Let's just hope we can break him of his habits."
"That's a challenge," Carly piped up from next to Dean. "I think his habits are already set in stone."
Sam smiled. "You guys want some too," he asked as Carly and Dean came the full way into the apartment.
"Nah," Dean answered for them while glancing at Carly. "I think we have some things to talk about."
She bit her lip gently and looked up at Dean, catching his eyes for a second.
"We'll see you in a bit, Sam," Dean said, looking back to his brother. Sam nodded and went into the kitchen as Dean and Carly ventured into the guest room.
Carly grabbed the chair in the bedroom. She did not want to sit by Dean. On the bed. That was a no-no. He was a great guy and all… but he scared her… He could easily overtake her even though she was pretty sure he wouldn't.
They were definitely going to have to take this relationship easy… and slow. Really slow.
He looked a little taken back when she quickly grabbed that seat, but he ignored her move. Best to make sure she felt like she could have the space she needed. Because he'd give it to her.
Dean grabbed a seat on the bed before running a hand through his hair. "You're okay, right," he asked her.
She nodded and brought her knees to her chest before wrapping her arms around them.
"Carly, if you're not okay, we'll work it out. You just have to tell me." She didn't answer. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Alright. Tell me where you want to stand."
She thought about it for a second. "Maybe we could try sharing a bed."
"We could. Do you want to?"
Sharing a bed with Dean would be okay. Right? "Yeah. And you can kiss me. That's okay too." She would have to get used to kissing sometime. Best start now.
"If it's too much, you'll tell me, right," he asked.
"Yeah."
He smiled a little. "How about that ice cream?"
She smiled. "Sounds good."
But inside, she was dreading every little touch of his skin. Because it'd eventually lead to the same place. In bed.
And that'd bring memories of Chris.
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