Don't own supernatural wish I did but alas no. All recognisable characters belong to Kripke and the CW.
Excuse me who?
Chapter two
Sam stared at his brother in total shock. Dean stood patiently waiting for the inevitable outburst from Sam. He shifted Amy into a more comfortable position. The toddler soon lost interest in the group of hunters and started playing with her Dad's hair. Esme leaned into Dean, she knew this would be hard for him, and she was determined to be there at his side. She was just happy to be with him again, and hoped that this confrontation would mean they could stay together. She felt his arm tighten around her waist and squeezed his hand in return before looking up.
"Sammy," Dean practically whispered.
Sam held up his hand and motioned to the gathered hunters, "my brother and I need to talk I would appreciate it if you leave now."
The hunters shifted nervously and looked to Dean. He nodded his head and one by one they left. Soon the Roadhouse area was deserted, deserted save for six lone figures. Three against three they faced each other.
Ellen moved forward past Bobby and placed a calming had on Sam's shoulder. She looked toward the other three sympathetically, "let's go inside." She led Sam and Bobby inside. Dean followed still clutching Amy and holding Esme close to him.
"Okay Daddy?" Amy's small voice broke the tense silence.
The six of them were arranged on the couches in the Roadhouse. Dean had never once released his two girls. Five pairs of eyes fell on the young girl, and slow smiles spread over each face.
"Yeah baby girl, I'm good," Dean said softly.
Amy looked up at her Dad with bright green eyes, her face cracking into a smile. She leaned forwards and kissed is cheek before clambering over his legs. She carefully climbed onto her mother's lap and settled down leaning against Esme's chest. The little girl reached up and started playing with ends of Esme's long dark hair.
Sam watched the little family, his cold glare softening. He saw his brother smile a warm, loving, heartbreaking smile. He hadn't seen Dean smile like that in years.
"So…" Bobby's rough voice broke through the silence, "how did you two crazy idjits meet?"
Esme smiled and looked lovingly at Dean, she opened her mouth to delve into the tale, but was before she could Amy's shrill voice broke through.
"Bang, bang," she cried before erupting into giggles.
Her two parents soon joined her laughter. Bobby, Ellen, and Sam also joined them unsure what was happening but that didn't matter. The six of them laughed drinking in each other's presence. The racket grew when the five adults saw the smug look cross the two year old's face.
"Me funny," Amy giggled causing everyone to fall into another helpless fit of laughter.
"Yes," Dean chuckled, "bang, bang indeed."
The laughter soon died down and left the six figures basking in a light-hearted atmosphere all tension non-existent.
"Um… Dean, please tell me you aren't giving your… daughter details of your sex life," Sam stuttered trying to work out exactly what bang bang means (hopefully not relating to sex).
"Jeez Sammy, no, no," Dean sounded flustered.
Esme laughed, "to be honest hun, from what I gathered from our first week, your life does kind of revolve around sex. I don't think we left the house that week."
Dean grinned at her wickedly, that's my girl.
"Okay, okay," Bobby cried putting his hands up, "way past too much information."
"Relax Bobby," Ellen butted in, she was being to like these new additions to the family, "so continue."
"Well," Esme started, "Amy is right it did start with bang bang but not the kind your thinking of. My first introduction to Dean was when he shot me."
"What!" Sam cried,
"He shot me,"
"Yeah I gathered that but what?"
"In my defence," Dean said taking Esme's hand, "it was an accident."
Esme smiled squeezing his hand, "you keep telling yourself that babe. Anyway, Dean was caught up on the same hunt I was. Giant vamp nest pretty much slaughtered half the town. We tracked them to their latest victim but he was already dead. Saw Dean, thought he was the vampire, apparently he thought the same of me. I crept up behind him, he spun and shot me. Guess he was a shoot first ask questions later kind of guy."
"Damn straight," Dean cut in
"Anyway I fell, he figured I was a hunter and caught me before taking me back to the motel room. Dean patched me up expertly and we were kicked out of the motel."
"Why?" Sam asked puzzled his face falling into dismay when he heard the repressed laughter from Dean and Esme, "oh god."
"Oh yes, Dean here sure does know how to make it up to a girl and make her feel better."
Dean shifted on the couch, "well it seems the other motel residents didn't appreciate me making it up to my girl."
Esme shook her head, a sly smile creeping onto her face, "I should put Amy to bed, is there somewhere I can lay her down?"
Dean nodded, "put her in my room upstairs, first on the left."
Esme scopped up the sleeping child, kissed Dean then left the room.
A smug grin plastered to Dean's face a stark contrast to eh shock and dismay on the other three.
Ellen reached over and cuffed the boy on the head.
"What?" Dean exclaimed.
In response she just shook her head barely repressing the laughter rumbling in her body.