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Carry On My Wayward Son...
It's been almost 20 years since his father gave him his 1967 Chevy Impala. To his surprise it's still in mint condition. Listen to that baby purr! He always did love his car more than anything, but I guess things can change.
"Daddy!" The little 6 year old Penny hugged Dean's legs. She smiled looking up at him. He picked up the doll like child. She had Kat's long auburn hair and freckles with his green eyes.
"How was school?" She pecked him on the cheek. We all know tough old Dean, but Penny did melt his heart.
"It was fun! We have butterflies in a net and we made pictures of them." Putting her down she fixed her little red dress.
"Where's mommy?" Dean looked up at her while buckling her into the backset of the Impala.
"She's at work, sweetie. She'll be home for dinner. Now we have to go pick up John." She smiled at him. His heart ached knowing how much it'll hurt her when he's gone.
"Daddy, why are your eyes wet?" He hadn't noticed his eyes water up.
"Nothing baby… nothing." Kissing her cheek he closed the back door getting into the driver seat.
"Are you sad daddy?" He met her eyes through the rearview mirror.
"No babe! It's just that my eyes are itchy. That's all." She squinted at him.
"Are you sure? 'Cause you were gonna cry, daddy." She actually looked worried.
"No, really I'm fine! Now, tell your old man about these butterflies." She gave him that Dean Winchester smirk.
"They were cool!..."