Title:Carly Richelle Winchester
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Dean stayed with them that night and the next. He stayed for the whole week until his bandages came off. Not once during that time did he pressure his girlfriend – fiancé. If anything, she was pressuring him by having him sleep innocently in the same bed or offering to help him shower (which he refused) or giving him a quick peck on the lips as she went by.
But Dean knew she still wasn't ready and that she wasn't interested in sex just yet. The sleeping in the same bed was for comfort and the showering was because she felt helpless. But the kisses were the next step in their relationship; they were true.
"Daddy, can we have a story," Austin asked as he and his sister crawled onto the couch next to their father.
"Sure, buddy." Dean was all too happy to comply.
Fifteen minutes later, Megan had been put to bed by Dean and Austin was being put to bed.
"Dad," he asked, covering himself up as Dean sat on the edge of the bed and helped.
"Yeah, Aust?" Finally deciding his son was going to be warm enough, Dean sat back and paid attention to his son.
"Are you moving back home?"
Dean was still trying to figure out an answer when Carly came into the room. "Daddy's moving back home, Austin. Now go to sleep." She kissed him on the forehead before disappearing out the door, Dean hot on her tail.
Once in the hall, Dean closed the door behind them as Carly turned to look at her boyfriend.
"I'm coming back," he asked, slightly surprised.
"Only if you want to."
Dean licked his lips. "Yeah."
Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Welcome home, Mr. Winchester."
"You have no idea how good it feels," he replied, getting closer for a hug.
She smiled, knowing the feeling. "I think I do."