Title:Carly Richelle Winchester
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Warnings: Nope.
Notes:Nope.
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"Help! Help," two adults were screaming outside of the house fire.
Dean quickly parked the car in a haphazardly way before jumping out and running over. The building was up in flames and it was obvious that it would collapse any second. "Is anyone in there," Dean demanded.
"Our two boys." The lady pointed to the section of the house where the children's bedroom was.
Dean took one glance before running in.
"Ma'am," the firefighter said, "you can't come in here. It's a restricted zone."
"My fiancé's in there," Carly fought. "He's right there." She pointed to Dean who was sitting on the back of the ambulance, taking oxygen and having his hands bandaged.
It was a few minutes before the building collapsed that Dean managed to get out. Carly got the phone call a little bit later that her boyfriend needed a ride home; he had gotten hurt. She had rushed over, leaving the next door neighbor with the kids.
The firefighter gave her a quick glance and let her through. Carly ran over to Dean. "Dean, honey," she whispered, getting in the rig next to him. "Dean."
He looked up at her and pulled the oxygen mask off. "I tried, Carly. I tried." He used his bandaged hands to pull her waist toward him for a hug that looked like a child would give his mother. "I'm sorry I couldn't save them."
"Oh, Dean," she sighed, hugging whatever part of him she could get – which in this case turned out to be his head. "I know. I know, Dean; it's okay." She looked over to the paramedic and decided then and there, "I'm taking him home."