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Winchester Lullaby-fanfic100-#080-Why?
Title: Winchester Lullaby Ch 2 E
Author: myguys_sam_dean
Rating: R
Characters: Sam, Dean, Jo, Johnny, Grace
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em.
Feedback: Absolutely!
Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #080-Why? Sam and Dean go out and Jo want to know why they would leave Johnnny with Grace.
They had supper and Dean wore Johnny out just a little past his bedtime.
As Sam picked up the tired little boy, he asked Dean, "So, did he wear you out, too?"
"No way," Dean smiled. "I'm still raring to go."
"I could stay with Johnny if you two want to go out," Grace offered.
Sam was hesitant. He'd never left Johnny with anyone besides Ellen.
"We have cell phones, Dude," Dean prodded Sam. "It's not like we're that far away."
Sam was torn. "Come see how I lay him down," Sam motioned to Grace with his head. "I'll show you where everything is." Sam heard Dean give a "Yes!" as they walked to Johnny's room.
Johnny laid down easily and seemed to be down for the count. Sam showed her where the supplies were and wrote his cell number down on a note on the table.
"She's memorized my number, Sam," Dean laughed at his brother's need to leave an overkill of information. "Who do you think you are going to be with anyway?"
Sam tried to relax a little and took a breath. "Okay, Grace. Call if you have any questions-" Dean grabbed his arm and started to drag him out the door.
In no time, they were at the Road House.
"Is Johnny okay?" Jo ran up to the guys, clearly panicked.
"Don't you two ever go out?" Dean asked as he slipped past them. "I'm getting a drink."
"Johnny's asleep and Grace is watching him," Sam told Jo. "He's fine. I showed her where everything was and left my cell number. He'll be fine."
"We hardly know her," Jo wasn't calming down like Sam had hoped.
"But Dean does," Sam reasoned.
Jo shot him a look.
"Do you think dean would trust Johnny with just anyone? Especially if he didn't think they were capable of taking great care of him?
Jo couldn't say that Dean would, but she didn't want to let Sam think he was off the hook that easily. She couldn't think of a good point to make, so she turned on her heel and huffed off.
"Did I get you in trouble, Sammy?" Dean asked after a drink of his beer.
"I don't think so," Sam replied. "Jo just hates it when she can't prove that she's right."
"You gonna be on the couch tonight?"
"No. It'll have blown over by then," Sam sat down and started on the beer Dean had ordered for him. "I'll just have to do some sweet talking to make it better."
Dean rolled his eyes. He said, "I would rather just duke it out, if it was me."