Title:Carly Richelle Winchester
Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes:Nope.
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"Alright," Dean caved, opening the door to the apartment above the garage he worked at and letting the kids run inside, "we'll have Chinese for dinner."
Austin ran to the TV and turned it on while his sister – ever loyal to him – sat next to her brother and sucked her thumb. That was a habit no one could break her of.
Dean watched them for a second before turning to the mail that he had dropped on the counter seconds before. Bill, bill, magazine, advertisement, letter.
Dropping the rest down, he opened the letter. It was Sam and Jess' wedding invitation. They were getting married in a month and half. Hell, Dean wouldn't think of not being there. He was going to show up, bells ringing and music blaring.
Picking up his phone, he ordered the dinner for the night before calling his brother. "Hey, Sammy."
"Dean, hey. Get the invitation?"
"No, duh, dude. You think I'd call to just talk?" Of course, Dean did call to just talk, but that was his little secret. He normally called under the guise of something else.
"Shut up. So what do you think?"
"I'll be there." Pause. "What, Sam?"
"Is it okay if we invite Carly? I know you broke up with her and all…"
Dean sighed. He had tried to explain to Sam that he was still with Carly, but they just lived separately now. It hadn't worked obviously. "Sammy, Carly and I are still engaged. We just decided not to live together for a little while. It's a complicated story, so don't ask, okay?"
Still not believing, Sam replied, "Dean, it's okay if you broke up…"
"Sammy, I…" Seeing no other way to explain what had happened, Dean decided to tell his brother all - finally. "I was possessed when the demon came a year back. The demon raped her. She thought it was me."
Silence.
Dean continued, "So I moved out until she could heal."
Silence.
"Sammy, talk to me."
"Uh," Sam stuttered. "I- uh- wow. I didn't know at all."
"That was the point."
"I'm sorry, Dean."
"Look, she's getting better everyday. One day, she'll be able to be with me again. But not for a while."
Sam swallowed. "Okay, man."
"Now," Dean changed the topic, "who would the best man be?"