Part 10

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You stand on your front porch, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you see Dean striding towards you, dressed to the nines.

He'd really went all out for this.

You sigh.

He was wearing a freshly pressed black suit, complete with dark trench coat that did admittedly give him a badass edge. He looked the complete part of FBI agent, even down to his shiny black shoes.

Cail would be thrilled.

In fact -.

"Dean!"

Your son barrels past you out the front door, a look of excitement on his face you'd never seen before as he literally throws himself into the larger mans arms, Dean grinning immediately as he hugs the small child to him, lifting him up against his chest like he had been doing it for years.

You sigh again.

The sight makes you ache for what... well, should be.

You glance over, giving a brief wave to where you see Nancy and Fred on their front porch, enjoying their morning coffee on their rocking chairs; Nancy waves.

You glance back at your troublemakers.

Dean carries Cail, complete with Ninja Turtle backpack, back to the porch where you stand with a sour expression, your dark blue housecoat wrapped tightly around you; it was before eight in the morning, after all.

"You look nice." you comment, Dean setting your child down on the porch.

"Thanks. Nice robe."

You roll your eyes.

You glance behind him to where the Impala sits at the curb, the engine still rumbling; you could see Sam slinked down in the passenger seat, his face against the window with his eyes closed; from the looks of it, he's asleep.

Good luck sleeping with an excited child in the backseat.

Which reminds you.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"There's a... condition to you taking Cail."

Both Cail and Dean grow solemn, looking up at you.

"What... is it?"

Your lips twitch. "You need to take his carseat."

"His - what?"

"His carseat. He's still too little to sit with just regular seatbelts." You're incredibly smug over this, making Dean take the carseat with him; you knew it would eat at him, how unmanly it would make his car look.

You can see it all over his face.

"Mommy, I don't need it!" Cail bursts quickly, not wanting Dean to change his mind on taking him to school in the cool car. "I -."

"Naw, it's cool, kiddo," Dean ruffles his hair affectionately. "We can make a carseat work."

Really?

You arch a brow at him dubiously.

"You can?"

"Sure! Just, uh... can you put it in?"

You can't help but chuckle, and you nod your head.

"Yeah, c'mon, it's in my car." You're already holding the keys.

~~~~~

"So you're going to be careful?" you say worriedly twenty minutes later, Cail and his carseat both strapped correctly into the backseat of the Impala. Sam is awake, groggily listening to whatever Cail was excitedly yammering about. You and Dean stand outside the car, your arms still crossed against the chill.

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