Title:Carly Richelle Winchester
Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes:Nope.
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After a few seconds Carly pulled away, slightly nervous about how Dean felt about hugging her. She bit her lip gently as she glanced up at him.
And he was smiling at her like a tenth-grader with a crush.
"Wipe that look off your face," she played, blushing slightly and heading into the kitchen.
"What look?" He honestly had no clue about how cute he looked.
"Nothing," she sighed as he walked into the kitchen and found her taking out the ingredients for mac and cheese. "Are you staying for dinner?"
"No, I'll let you guys have a peaceful dinner." Dean tended to separate himself from the family every now and then. It wasn't something consciously decided… it just happened.
"Dean," Carly sighed, putting the food on the counter and looking toward him, "you're always welcome here. We want you here…" And she had given this talk a thousand times before; but it never worked.
"Car," he interrupted, "I've got a shift in an hour. I can't stay."
"Oh," Carly said, not believing him for one minute, "okay then. We'll see you around."
Dean decided to take the long way back to his apartment.
Pulling onto Oxbow Drive, he cruised along the way before turning onto Lakeland.
That's when he saw the fire.