Title:Carly Richelle Winchester
Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes:Nope.
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"Daddy," Austin yelled, running down the hall and towards his father. His dad wasn't supposed to be here. Dad visited on Saturdays and Mondays… and Fridays and Thursdays and Tuesdays. But he didn't visit on Wednesdays or on Sundays. So why was he here?
"Hey, buddy," Dean said, opening his bandaged hands for his son.
Austin stopped dead in his tracks. "What's those?"
Standing up straight, the father cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Daddy got hurt yesterday trying to help someone."
"Oh." The boy's big eyes still weren't glancing away.
"Austin," Carly said, sweeping in to save the day, "let's make daddy breakfast so he feels better, okay?"
Excited, the boy looked toward his mom. "I'll get Megan!" And he took off down the hall.
"Don't worry," she said to Dean, gently as she walked toward him. "He won't think twice about it later."
"Yeah," Dean sighed. "I guess."
"It'll all be okay." She gave him a reassuring smile. "Trust me." And that's when she leaned up to kiss him.
Dean lost it. He lost himself in her hands and her lips and her aura. His tongue slipped in to tango with hers – because that's how they normally did. And he wasn't thinking about how much he wanted her, how much he needed to thank her, how beautiful she was. He wasn't thinking about how much longer they had until they ended up sleeping together or how much longer they had until the unplanned wedding.
No; instead he was thinking about how strong she was.
Because, hell, she put up with him andkept coming back. That had to be something, right?