Supernatural: Season Two

Folsom Prison Blues (1)

A/N So this episode/chapter of the story will be a little different from the original episode. I hope you all enjoy! And be sure to comment! I love all the comments I see it makes my day and let's me know I'm doing a good job!

Folsom Prison Blues (1)

Kylie's POV

When Dean had told me an old friend of his father's called, I had become excited hoping that it would just be us drinking coffee and reminiscing about John Winchester, hearing that at one time he was a normal guy who loved his wife and kids. Unfortunately, things never truly go as I hoped them to.

Pacing back and forth in the weary motel room, my feet touching the angry red carpet, I tried to come up with a plan. Something better than the one Dean had.

"Maybe if we just-"

"No." Dean shook his head, sitting on the bed watching me with a soft smile on his lips.

"But if we could just-"

"No." He repeated with a shake of his head.

I stopped in front of him, worry wrapping itself around my heart.

Dean wasn't a stupid man, he wouldn't put himself in danger and he sure as hell wouldn't put Sam in danger, but he wouldn't even take any other suggestions, not from me or his brother who actually went to college.

He must've seen the worry in my eyes because his softened, his lips parting ever so slightly. He opened his arms for me, inviting me into the warmth of him.

"Come here sweetheart."

I didn't hesitate, my feet taking me as fast as they could over to him. I fell into his lap gently, laying my head on his shoulder as his hand rubbed a path up my spine.

"What is it, hm?" He asked softly.

"I don't like not being there." I admitted softly, holding onto his leather jacket.

I felt his lips in my hair, placing soft kisses, relaxing me.

"You have a very important job here."

I scoffed, my head pulling away from his shoulder to look to find amusement in his green twinkling eyes.

"Dean, watching your car is not an important job."

His hands caressed my cheeks, his thumb smoothing out a frown line that had made it's way to my forehead.

"First of all, that is a very important job. One that I wouldn't trust just anyone with." He grinned, pointing his finger in my face warningly. "And second, that's not what I said."

I felt my brows furrow themselves together in confusion. "You said my job was to take care of your baby."

He shook his head. "No, no, no." He smiled. "I said your job was to take care of my babies." He chuckled. "So that means my car . . . and yourself."

I refrained from an eyeroll. "I'm going to be sitting here watching T.V. while you and Sam are thrown into prison. I think I'll be safe."

"Hey," He cupped my cheeks forcing me to look at him, "you know I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think it was safe."

"Your doing it because a guy we've never met saved your dad's life." I shot.

"We owe him one Kylie." His voice was firm, telling me that it was the end of the conversation.

If Dean Winchester was anything, he was loyal. He was loyal to his father, to his brother, and now to a man he's never met before. In a way, it bothered me knowing that Dean would rather die for loyalty than protect himself.