Austin Samuel Winchester
I do not own anything you recognize…
Chapter Twenty One
"What do you think," Dean asked as he led Carly into their room at the bed and breakfast.
She smiled as he laid their bags down on the bed. "It's nice."
They had just gotten to the place they were staying. Last night they stayed at Sam's and this morning they said their goodbyes to Austin, promising to bring him back a treat.
"Just nice," he asked with a smile as he closed the door to the hall.
"Beautiful," she corrected.
"Just like someone I know." He kissed her cheek before sitting on the bed. She smiled. "So what do you want to do?"
It was too late for lunch but too early for dinner. While there were a few points of interest around the bed and breakfast, Carly wasn't too interested in any of them.
What she wanted to do was get it over with.
Dean wouldn't push her into having sex. He'd wait. She knew that. But it made her feel guilty. He was waiting on her. And she didn't know if she'd ever be ready.
So she contemplated. And she contemplated again. Should she just sleep with him and get it over with? Or should she wait until the time was right? But by the time she was ready… Dean might be gone. So she decided.
She stepped in between his legs and rested her hands on his shoulders.
"Carly," he asked gently. "What's-" She leaned down and kissed him before pulling back slightly. Then she leaned down and kissed him again. And again. And again and again and again.
So they slept together.
Dean took it slow for her, so she could get used to the whole idea of being one with somebody again.
But that was torture for her. Because she just wanted it over. She didn't want him to touch her, even though his touch was a loving one.
Why? Because it reminded her of Chris.