I hear you through the drear
of merged mistakes and mars —
every lapse in judgment
has yearned and yielded this
So when you toss me out
in the pained precipitation
I will soak, precipitated
in all that I deserve
“Hey, baby, where’s Charlie?” you yawned, stumbling into the library and rubbing your eyes.
After a night of restlessly getting up to feed the newest Winchester and bring her back to sleep, you couldn’t have thanked Dean more for suggesting to take care of her while you took a nap.
“With good, ol’ Uncle Sam,” Dean snickered quietly from the other end of the room, motioning to his brother. A bundle of white blankets with blue spots was held carefully by Sam, one of his hands easily cupping what you hoped to be Charlie’s head. “Honestly, he’ll be recruiting her to go to college or something.”
“Better than the U.S. army, but that’s ‘cause she will go to college,” you smiled, noting the small glare Sam threw to his brother. Your smile widened, however, when Dean turned around to kiss your cheek, missing how a small grin started to pull at Sam’s lips.