Winchester Lullaby
Title: Winchester Lullaby Chapter 3B Fandom: Supernatural Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Jo, Dean/Gracie Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just play with 'em. Feedback: Makes my world go round. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #013 - Yellow. Jo comes home from work.
They heard Jo come home. She came in the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Under her coat she wore a yellow shirt that had kept distracting Sam when they had their discussion back at the Road House. She looked good in it. It fit just right in all the right places and was cut just a little low. She saw that Dean had noticed the shirt, too, and Dean quickly looked away.
"Why did you wear that shirt to work?" Sam asked.
"Samuel Winchester, are you trying to tell me what I can and can't wear?" she stomped her foot.
"Just saying that showing off you're great body in front of a bund of drunk hunters might not be the best idea."
"I get better tips if I dress like this," she paused. "Or, if I'm friendly with them."
"How friendly?"
"Just friendly and flirty."
"Do you keep your wedding ring on?" Sam asked wondering if she'd let the poor guys think they had a chance with her.
"Of course I do," she tried to be insulted by the question. "Although, most of them wouldn't care one way or the other.
"I care," Sam said.
"Me, too," Jo stepped closer to Sam. "I just do it for the tips and talking or flirting just makes the time pass quicker until I can come home to see my boys."
"Just call me if anyone ever takes it too far," Sam told her. "I'd be there in a heartbeat."
"And my mom would have already smashed a bottle alongside his head," Jo reminded him. "Us Harvelle women know how to take care of ourselves."
"Yeah, I guess," Sam smiled and pulled her down to sit on his lap. "So how was your night?"
"Smokey," she cuddled into Sam. "The most excitement all night was when you and I had our disagreement."
Sam nodded. "I'm glad it didn't get any more exciting than that."
"Well, I'd better go hit the hay," Dean stood up. "Mind if I tell Johnny goodnight one more time?"
"If you wake him up, you get him back to sleep," Jo warned. "Go ahead."
Dean disappeared down the hall.
"How are you feeling?" Sam was kissing Jo's neck.
"Not too tired, why?"
"We don't have to wait until you're tired to go to bed," Sam's eyes had a sparkle in them.
"Come with me then," Jo stood up and reached for Sam's hand. "You so owe me a backrub tonight."
"Not a problem," he slid his arms around her as he followed her to their room.
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Dean could hear Jo and Sam in the other room, but he was mesmerized by Johnny's face as he slept. He'd grown so much since he's last seen him, and it hadn't even been a month. He was beautiful, even though Dean wasn't sure that toddler boys should be beautiful, but he was. Dean adjusted the covers and tucked him in a little tighter, just to make sure he'd be okay for the night. "Angels are watching over you, Johnny. And Deenie sure loves you, little one."
On his way back down the hall to the living room, he could hear Sam sweet talking Jo and knew Sam wasn't going to be on the couch in the morning. Dean had to smirk. Jo was headstrong, but Sam sure knew his way around her. Almost as an afterthought, Dean wondered how Sam gained that knowledge. Dad had never talked to Sam about relationships as far as Dean know, and Dad sure as hell hadn't given Dean any insight into marriage. Maybe he's ask Sam. Dean was thinking that he wanted Gracie around for the long haul.
He stopped in the kitchen for a glass of water. He wanted to make sure that Johnny didn't wake up from him re-tucking him in. He'd swoop that baby up so fast because he missed him when he was on the road. Also, because he thought Sammy deserved the time to sweet talk Jo out of making him sleep on the couch.
The floor creaked behind him and Dean turned to see Gracie in the light of the moon coming in the window. God, she was beautiful. She had a natural kind of beauty. Her long dark hair against her light skin, that contrast just equaled beauty in Dean's eyes, and he'd never had a specific type of girl for him before.
"Coming to bed?" She sounded sleepy.
"Just getting a drink and making sure I didn't wake Johnny when I went in to tell him goodnight," Dean sat his glass in the sink. He walked across the floor to her and put his hands on her waist. "What woke you up, babe?"
"The empty spot in bed beside me," she smiled. "Guess I'm getting used to you."
"Good. I want us to be used to sharing a bed and missing the other person whenever they aren't there."
Gracie looked at him.
"That's what love is, isn't it?" he asked before he took her lips with his. One hand pulled her closer while the other was on the back of her head. Their kiss was long, slow and sensual.
"Mmmm," Gracie whispered when she would speak. "No pressure or anything, but is there any more where that came from?"
Dean got one of his signature smirks, "Plenty Gracie, but only for you."
"Good," she turned around and took one of Dean's hand in hers. "Let me show you where you're supposed to be when it comes to be this time of night ..."
"You mean when we're not hunting?" a grin broke out on Dean's face. Gracie did most of her hunting at night, too.
She looked back over her shoulder at him, "Dean, just work with me here. I'm trying to seduce you."
"Oh," he tried to sound like it had never crossed his mind, "well, then, seduce me some more . . "