Title:Carly Richelle Winchester

Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…

Warnings: Nope.

Notes:Nope.

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The next morning – after the previous night of Shrek I andShrek II, pizza and ice cream and Chinese, ANDa game of Shoots & Ladders – Dean woke up to one child on each side of him. Austin was back to back with Dean as Megan curled right into her father's chest.

These were times when Dean truly missed living at home.

Megan woke up almost immediately after Dean. "Shh," he whispered, picking her up and bringing her into the bathroom. She still had ice cream remnants around her face. With a warm cloth in hand, he set her on the counter and cleaned up her hands and mouth.

She smiled her pearly whites at him. Dean helped her get changed for the day before setting her down in the living room and turning on the TV to Dora the Explorer. "Be good," he warned, changing for the day himself.

He woke up Austin next and cleaned the boy up before letting him change.

Half an hour later, they were sitting at the local Denny's eating a huge stack of pancakes, syrup piled on top.

"So," the waitress continued to hit on Dean, "where's the wife?"

"At home," Dean answered, not even batting an eyelash at her; instead he wiped down his daughter's sticky hands for the fifth time that morning.

"Oh. You two married?"

"Yeah."

"Cute. What are you doing out here all alone then? She sounds like a bitch, dumping you with the kids like that."

"I need a check," Dean said, looking to her, anger flashing to his eyes for a second. "Now."

Sensing he meant business, she totaled up their balance and gave it to him before disappearing.

He didn't leave a tip.

"That one," Megan shouted in the jewelry store later that day. This was the last stop before home.

"Shh," Dean reminded her, "we're in a store."

"Oops." She covered her mouth with her hand. "Sorry, Daddy."

"Show me again," Dean told her, setting her down on the ground so she could point to the necklace for Carly. It was going to be her mother's day present.

"This one," Meg whispered as her brother came over to take a look.

"I like it too, Dad," he told his father after watching it for a few minutes. Well, it didn't move. That must have been good enough in the boy's book.

"That one," Dean agreed with his children, "is a good choice. Mommy will love it."