Title:Carly Richelle Winchester
Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes:Nope.
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"Dean," Carly asked, turning over in bed one night.
"Yeah?" He was immediately awake at the sound of her voice.
"I've got a question."
"Shoot."
She bit her lip gently. Her questions were always unusual and normally kept Dean on his toes. "Do you think… that fire…"
"No," he answered bluntly. "It's not that. It was by the furnace and the others were electrical."
"How can you be sure though?" She was a little afraid that Azazel was coming back for them.
"I already scouted the place."
Surprised, Carly couldn't help it. "When?"
Dean smiled though she couldn't see. "That's for me to know and you to not."
She burst out laughing. "That's not the saying."
"I know." He smiled, knowing her fears were at rest and pulled her closer.
After her laughing subsided, it was another hour before Carly had one more question for the night. "Dean?"
"Yeah," he asked, awakened again by his fiancé.
Carly rolled over and straddled Dean's waist. "Have you… you know with anyone after the demon…"
"God no," he replied instantly. "Carly, I'd never do that to you."
She smiled shyly. "I thought you would wait."
"I did."
"I know." She blushed and turned away from his gaze. "I'm sorry I even thought-"
"It's no problem."
"Just so you know-"
"I know you didn't." Carly smiled wider. How did Dean know her so well?
"I love you," she whispered, coming down and kissing him gently.
While welcoming her and assisting in the kiss, Dean still managed to tell her, "I love you too."