Leather, Love, and Lace*EDITING*

09. What now

*Carson's P.O.V*
            I leaned against the hood of the impala in Bobby's drive way, talking to Sammy.
"You doing okay?" I asked him, it had been almost two months sense John had died. We made it all over the country hunting.
"I'm fine, but I should be asking you."
"Sammy, I'll be okay, we're all going to be fine. Don't you worry."
"You know I'm a little old for that bullshit."
           I pushed up my sleeves, took a swig of my beer and hummed to the music, AC DC's classics.
"We have a case." Dean came out of the house followed by Bobby.
"We have to go to a high society gala, every family who has purchased this painting has died. I suspect a haunt. Salt and burn-pretty simple."
I looked at Dean and sighed.
"Black tie event?" He smirked at me.
"Black tie event."
           I rolled my eyes and headed up to my room(at Bobby's) I opened the closet door and pulled out the dress, it was black and sparkly. It had no back or sleeved and was a body con until it cut straight right under the but. (Mermaid without the flare). I pulled on my nude heels. I threw on red lipstick and a smokey eye before curling my hair.
           I met Sam and Dean at the car smiling at both of them in their tuxes. I lifted the dress and put on my thigh strap, trusting Dean and Sam to hide the rest.
"Let's go." Sam climbed in the backseat to give me room. Dean put his hand in my knee.
"I need to do classy cases more often."
"You hate those monkey suits more then I hate this dress."
"I could deal if it meant you wore that."
          I slapped him as we pulled into the gala. We made our way to the security guard.
"Smith, Gabrielle. These are my guests."
"Right this way ma'am." The security guard led us through the door.
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          We finally found our way upstairs, I located the picture and cut it from its frame, I tossed it into the fire place as the boys salted and burned it.
"So the little girl was coming out of the picture and slitting people's necks?"
"Yea because her dad was a barber and killed all of them with his straight razor."
           I was hurled to the ground as my arm started to bleed.
"Dean it didn't work, she's attached to something else. Where are the kids buried?"
"Wilson cement at five miles away."
"Sam take the impala."
          Sam left to find there tomb at the cemetery. While I pulled out my gun and clip, loaded with salt laced bullets.
"Dean we have to keep her here."
"I know."
           We backed into the corner, guns aimed out. The little girl came into view, flickering. I fired and hit her three times, nothing. I pulled out my phone and called Sam.
"Did you find anything yet!"
"Not there's some jewelry and a doll."
"I-ah." I picked up the fire poker and swung it at her, she retreated. I handed it to Dean, silver is what the straight razor was made of keep her back.
"SAM BURN THE DOLL."
"What why Carson."
"In the 1890s until the 1850s they would use the child's hair for their dolls. It's what's tying here here."
           I heard glass shatter and his lighter click. The girl began to flicker and look burnt before she completely disappeared. I slid down the wall, breathing heavily. Dean pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it on my arm. He helped me up and we walked out, Sam stepped out of the impala and tossed Dean the keys. I slid into the middle and we headed to Bobby's. I went upstairs and washed of my makeup, my hair went into a ponytail at the nape of my neck, curly bangs falling lose and framing my face. I pulled on deans favorite blue flannel and my jeans with rips in the knees, under it I wore my maroon t-shirt. I grabbed my boots and a beer before heading back out side.
           I once again leaned against the impala, now Dean was parked next to Bobby's drive way, the grass was about knee high and full of wild flowers. I took a sip of my beer and turned on the music. I watched Sam play with Bobby's dog and Bobby fix his truck. The house door shut and I smiled up at Dean. I fixed my eyes back on the woods as Hey Jude started to play.
*Dean's P.O.V*
          The velvet box sat in my pocket. I hadn't opened it in at least five years. But today I did. Carson sat on the hood  of my baby singing Hey Jude she was somewhere in her own world she didn't even notice Sammy get the camera and Bobby stand and watch. I sat next to her and took her hand.
"Carson?"
"Yea?" I stood up and leaned on the car, arms on either side of her.
"I love you." I kissed her lips.
"I love you too." She breathed. I reached into my pocket and wrapped my fingers around the box.
"I know now, that it's you."
"What's me? Dean what are you talking about?" She giggled, her nose and eyes scrunching up.
"Carson Rae Walters, will you marry me." I pulled the box out of my pocket and opened it.
"Dean, that's your mothers ring."
"I know, and I want you to have it."
She shook her head yes and ran to my arms, Sam's camera flash going off wildly. I slid the ring on her finger.
"We don't need a whole wedding, it's just so you always remember I love you, your all I want."
         I took Carson's hand and leaned on the impala next to her. This was all I wanted. Hunting, Sammy, Carson, my car, and a couple beers. Sam leaned came over and sat in the other side of Carson.
"Me and Dean talked it over, we think you should have this." Sam produced the necklace from his pocket. Now is when the waterworks start, she pulled it over her head and wrapped her arms around our shoulders.
"I love you both so much."
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*Carson's P.O.V*
           Sam had fallen asleep while researching, Bobby went to bed hours ago. So me and Dean snuck out. I dragged him behind me out into the field, when we hit the middle of the field I stopped and laid down. Dean laughed and followed my suit. For once I didn't need words I just took his hand and looked at the stars.
"You think they're proud of us." I asked Dean, much like when we were little, I knew things but wanted Dean's opinion.
"I hope so." We looked back at the sky. I twisted the ring around my finger. People loved me, I loved them, some people are okay.
"Dean?"
"Yea?"
"I love you."
"Carson?"
"Yea?"
"Happy birthday."
It was June, 5th. Dean was the one of the few who cared. He knew I hated those two words, but here we are. He took a day I hated and made me happy, another birthday spent staring at the stars with Dean was perfectly okay with me.
"We're going to be okay." Dean said, he sounded tired.
"I hope so." I sounded like I wanted to believe it but just couldn't. Even if we weren't going to be okay, we were okay right now.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Wow, I liked this one. It was sweet. Hope you guys enjoyed! No there is a 98% chance Dean and Carson won't have a wedding, it's just not in their character traits.
This chapter is dedicated to padmishackleholics for being so supportive and loyal. Thanks for all your comments and support love💕
~Cammie