Winchester Lullaby Part 5B
Title: Winchester Lullaby Part 5B Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Dean/Gracie, Johnny Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em. Feedback: Makes my world go round. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #072-Fixed. Dean fixes one of Johnny's toys.
"Johnny sure is being good," Gracie commented as she watched the little boy play on the floor.
"He's always been easy going," Dean replied as he too his wallet out of his pocket. "Want to see one of his baby pictures?"
Gracie had to laugh. "This picture is the only 'real' item in your wallet. It's surrounded by fake IDs, forged credit cards and a list of aliases."
"Hey, it was important to me, alright?" Dean smiled. "I had to bring a piece of home with me on my hunts."
"So you are a softie," Gracie smiled back.
"Shh, don't tell anyone," Dean whispered with a finger to his lips. "It's a secret."
"Deenie!" Johnny called from the floor. "My truck won't work."
Dean gave Gracie a quick peck. "Looks like someone needs my services."
"As long as I can get your services later," Gracie spoke softly into his ear.
Dean gave her that smirk that was clearly his and the look in his eyes showed that she was requesting his favorite kind of services.
"Deenie!" Johnny was getting impatient. "Make my truck go!"
"Okay, Johnny," Dean settled with his legs crossed on the floor. "Which one is it?"
Johnny thrust one at him. Dean looked it over and one of the wheels was stuck. Dean rolled it, playing with the wheel, and it started to move freely. "There you go, buddy," Dean handed the toy back.
"Will it go?"
"Just try it, Johnny," Dean coaxed him. "It will work fine."
Johnny looked at him like he wasn't sure he could believe him. But, he tried the truck and seemed satisfied with how it moved.
"See, you can believe your Uncle Dean," he settled back into the couch with an arm around Gracie. "He's so much like Sam was when he was younger.."
"You were in charge of taking care of him, right?" Gracie asked.
Dean nodded. "I carried him from the fire that killed our mother. My dad handed him to me and I carried out of the house. After that, our Dad seemed to focus on getting the demon that killed her. He still took care of us, I mean he did the best he could. I took over taking care of Sam as I was able to. It was no big deal, really. Taking care of family is just second nature."
"That's why you're such a good man, Dean," Gracie snuggled into him.
"Me? Good?" Dean raised his eyebrows. "I've heard other four-letter words to describe me, but 'good' wasn't one of them."
"Don't worry," Gracie whispered. "We'll keep it our secret."
"That's why I love you," Dean replied before he kissed her.
"Yuck, Deenie!" Johnny interrupted them, his interest in his truck lost for the moment.
Dean laughed. "Oh, Johnny. One day it won't be yucky to you."
"Yuck!" Johnny emphasized his point before going back to playing.
Dean and Gracie just chuckled as they watched him play.