Title:Carly Richelle Winchester

Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…

Warnings: Nope.

Notes:Nope.

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"I want it to be special," she had whispered to him one day about a month later. The kids were running around the house – each had a friend over – since school was out. The children were just short of running circles around the two adults. She was walking by him and stopped long enough to whisper it in his ear before she was gone again.

And he knew.

It was another three weeks before he was ready.

His apartment was completely vacant and he was back where he belonged. The moon was full and it was dark outside even though it was the summer time.

The Impala's engine rumbled before shutting off as Dean parked it on the cliff – the same place where Carly had told him about his future family when they were younger and her mother was alive.

"Com'on," he told her, getting out before going for her door. Carly would have none of this however as she got out herself.

"You remembered this," she asked. It was the first place they made love – on this cliff under the full moon on the hood of his car (he even had taken her to dinner at the same place they had that night).

"How could I not," he asked, smirking as he stood in front of the car watching her spin in circles under the moonlight. "We did some pretty kinky things."

She stopped dead in her tracks and looked hard at him. "Don't ruin it." She smiled at his 'I dare you to say that again' look. "How much do you remember?" She didn't move, didn't blink; just waited.

"All of it." And that was honest.

"Dean," she moaned against his mouth.

They had been dating four months before he even attempted to sleep with her. And on the first time he tried, she granted. Well, she couldn't even say he tried; it was more mutual.

"Dean," she moaned again. He had her sitting on the hood while he stood between her legs. His black t-shirt was clinging to him, showing every muscle, and his belt was kind of hanging there in the state of on-off. He hadn't tried to take off her clothes; he wanted to let her decide. "Dean," she managed again, using one hand to push his chest back.

"What," he asked sweetly, pressing a final kiss to her jaw.

She cleared her throat. "You know I was… raped and all, right?"

"I know," he said, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. "I'd never do anything you didn't want to." Four months and she had him whipped.

"I know. I just… you're the first since Chris… you know."

Dean went in for a lingering kiss before pulling back slightly. "That doesn't change a thing about you or the way I feel, Carly. Let me help you forget him for a night; I want to make you feel beautiful."

"Okay," she agreed, looking deep into his eyes.

And true to his word, Carly forgot all about her rapist and the rape for the night. The only things that crossed her mind were Dean, her, and how gorgeous and safe she felt in his arms.

"So you want us to have sex here," she asked him, daring him to answer the right way.

"No," he told her honestly as he watched her lean on the Impala with him.

"What do you want us to do?"

"Whatever you want us to do: talk, make love, go home."

"And if I want to go home?"

"We'll go."

"Talk?"

"We'll talk."

"Make love?"

"We'll make love."

She smiled, looking away from him. "That's the thing I admire about you."

"What's that?"

"You're up for anything," she answered.

Dean smirked. "You're wrong, Car."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "How?"

"I'm only up for anything to do with you."

Carly laughed a hearty laughter while turning over so she was standing in front of him. She kissed his lips and settled into his arms before pulling back and resting her head on his shoulder. "Dean, I love you and I'm ready for sex… but… why here?"

He tightened his grip. "Because this was the place where you first did after him and I figured maybe… maybe you might want to forget about the second one here."

Okay, that made it totally not cheesy any more. She leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose. "Dean Winchester, I think I love you."

"Really," he asked, slightly amused. "I never would have guessed by our two children."

She laughed at him before digging her head into his neck. "Not here, Dean. It's not right."

"Okay," he whispered, not feeling an ounce of disappointment.