Excuse Me Who?
Sorry this is a short chapter but I'm sort of suffering from writer's block so this is filler.
Chapter Five
Saturday morning saw the Winchester (with their two new additions) pile into the Impala and make their way to South Dakota and Singer's Motors. The American landscape flew by the car's window; inside the four passengers sat in comfortable silence. Well that is if by silence you mean Dena belting out lyrics to his various 'mullet rock' cassettes, and Amy giggling uncontrollably in the car seat besides Esme.
Sitting in shotgun Sam smiled fondly at this dysfunctional family, his dysfunctional family. He had never seen Dean so happy before, not in a very long time. Looking back he realised that his brother had been acting strange these past few years. He would disappear for lengths at a time and return later with no explanation. Sam watched as Dean raised his eyes from the road to gaze lovingly at Esme's reflection in the rear-view mirror.
"What you so happy about sasquatch?" Dean cut in studying his kid brother,
"Nah nothing, just…" Sam trailed off,
"Spit it out Sammy,"
"Just never seen you so happy before, not in a long time,"
"Shut it Bitch,"
Sam smiled, "Jerk."
"Oh my god it's true!" Esme cried interrupting the brother's banter.
Both boys heads snapped around to face her, "What is?" they asked in unison before Dean turned his attention back to the road.
An extremely girlish squeal escaped from her lips, embarrassed she quickly covered it, "I work with lots of different hunters, and lets just say hunter talk. I've heard quite a lot about the famous Winchester brothers,"
"Hah Sammy, we're famous,"
Sam glared at his brother, "what have you heard?"
"Nothing bad I promise you," she replied with a knowing smile,
"What have you heard?" Sam insisted,
"Drop it Sam, if there is one thing I've learned about that women it's that she is extremely stubborn, and when she clams up it takes a hell of a lot to open her up."
Esme smiled up at him, "you know you love it."
Dean chuckled, "yeah I do."
Shaking his head Sam looked out the window, Dean had always been an unfathomable puzzle and these two new additions made it almost impossible to understand him.
Amy's tired, small voice broke through, "Mummy, tell Daddy and Uncle to be quiet, me sleepy."
A small laugh escaped from all three adults.
"Okay angel, you sleep."
Nodding Amy drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
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Arriving at Bobby's was a hushed affair. Bobby bustled outside upon hearing the roar of the Impala. Upon seeing Esme carefully carrying a sleeping Amy out of the car all pomp and circumstances was put on hold. Bobby took the duffle from Esme's grasp and led her towards the spare room usually occupied by Dean. Bobby had already moved a small bed into the corner of the room and watched fondly as the older girl carefully lay her daughter on the bed, removed her shoes, tucked her in, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you Bobby, " she whispered smiling at him,
"Anytime, you're family now, never could get rid of you Winchesters,"
Esme smiled, "wanna say goodnight to your granddaughter gramps?"
Bobby looked at her shocked before nodding dumbly. He walked over to the sleeping child and gazed at her peaceful, sleeping face. Leaning down he placed a kiss to joining her mothers on her forehead. Walking outside she saw Sam hovering in the hallway; she inclined her head towards the room,
"Go say goodnight to your niece."
Sam slipped in the room to join Bobby.
Dean came down the hall, behind her and wrapped his arms around Esme's waist. He placed a kiss on her neck, "looks like out little angel's going to have all of us competing for her affections."
Esme smiled and settled back into Dean's arms, nuzzling her head into the crook of his shoulder.
"Looks like things are starting to look up."
Dean placed a chaste kiss on her lips before leading her downstairs to the living room.
When Bobby and Sam returned downstairs they found Dean and Esme asleep in each other's arms. Leaving the sleeping couple they dispersed to go get some shut eye of their own.