Austin Samuel Winchester

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Chapter Twenty Seven

Dean drove all day and all night to get to Kansas. He didn't want to have to stay at any motel. He wanted to be the only place he ever could really call home: Carly's.

So he drove from eight the next morning (after they stayed the night at Sam's) until they hit Kansas: eighteen hours later, only stopping for pee breaks and meals.

At 2:05 AM, Dean pulled into the driveway of 118 Mott Rd.

He shut off the engine and glanced in the backseat. Carly was awake, with Austin sleeping on her lap.

She gave her tired boyfriend a smile. "I'll get him," she whispered.

Dean nodded and got out of the car. After opening the door and helping her get Austin out safely, Dean grabbed their bags from the trunk and opened the front door.

Everything was as they had left it.

Dean put their bags in the living room and followed Carly into Austin's room.

She had put Austin in his pajamas at the last pit-stop. That they were thankful for as all they had to do was lay him in bed.

Carly kissed Austin's forehead and smiled, standing up next to Dean. They watched their sleeping son for a second as Carly leaned into Dean.

"He talked about you everyday," she said, absently. "He made me think of you."

Dean smiled and kissed her forehead. "I thought of you everyday."

Carly smiled. He had remembered her. She was always a little worried that he would move on to the next blonde thing that walked by. She doubted he'd do it, but there was always that little sliver of doubt that interfered with her hopes.

Carly laced her hand in Dean's and pulled him out into the hallway.

She closed the door to her son's bedroom and leaned against the opposite wall, in front of Dean.

She pulled him close and he brought his lips down on hers. Soon she was trying to pull his shirt up and over his head, but he stopped her.

"You're not ready," he whispered.

"Yes, I am," she responded, trying to take his shirt off again.

"Carly," he scolded, gently, grabbing her hands without any real force. He met her eyes. "I know when you're ready. And you're not."

She bit her lip gently. Down inside of her, she knew he was right. But she didn't want to admit it. She wanted them to be normal again. "I know," she whispered, looking down.

Dean hugged her. "Go to bed. I'll be here in the morning."

"Okay," she answered, breathing in his scent one last time for the night.

She retired to her bedroom for the night while Dean slept in the guest room.

Unfortunately, neither saw the man standing outside, watching them.

Oh, yes. The man's plans were falling into place.

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