Winchester Love 7A
Title: Winchester Love Part 7A Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I just play with 'em Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #066-Rain. Another night at Bobby's house.
They sat up with Bobby after there was nothing good on television. They listened to the rain against the windows. Sam and Dean recalled times when they weren't dry and safe in rain before. But now the sound seemed almost comforting. Dean asked Sammy to be his Best Man. Sam hadn't been expecting that. He didn't know they planned on a church wedding. Of course he said that he'd be honored. Bobby was choked up with all the wedding talk. He could barely make a noise when Dean asked him to be a Groomsman. He sputtered out an answer of some kind and nodded. The rest just laughed at him. Bobby was never at a loss for words. Kylee asked Abby if she would be her personal attendant. She needed Abby to referee her sisters and make sure that she stayed sane before the ceremony. Abby was happy to do so.
So with love in the air, they called it a night. Bobby gave each one of them a hug. They were his family and he loved them all.
***
Kylee slowly got changed and ready for bed. She was tired. She was not used to what she called 'Winchester Hours'. They could be up all night and still be fine the next day. Kylee, now, she needed her sleep. Dean came out of the bathroom to find Kylee curled up on her side under the covers. He got close to her and then whispered," Kylee, are you sleepin'?"
"No," Kylee sounded exhausted. "I'm just so tired. I'm not up for anything tonight."
Dean scrunched his face up. He hadn't been expecting that for a reply. He climbed into bed with his boxers and curled behind Kylee. She wasn't wearing her nightgown. "Are you giving me mixed signals here, honey?" Dean asked.
"No," Kylee scooted back into Dean and put one of his arms over her. "I sleep better when I can feel your skin next to mine."
Dean was silent.
"You okay with this?" Kylee looked over her shoulder at him.
"As long as I can smell your shampoo, feel your skin and feel you breathe, I'm a very lucky groom-to-be."
They settled in almost immediately, wrapped up in each other.
***
"Sam?"
"Yeah."
"Is it okay if I sleep in your bed again tonight?" Abby was so shy. She was looking at her feet when she asked him that question.
Sam walked over to where she was and tilted her chin up so he could see her face. "You never have to ask if you are welcome in my bed."
Abby looked at him, just a little confused or unsure.
Sam put one hand behind her back and the other behind her neck. He leaned over and kissed her softly and longingly. "You are always welcome in my bed, Abby. Always and only you."