Fast Cars and Freedom - Part 2
Word Count: 4087
Warnings: Fluff, slightly angsty Teen Dean, super light smut, storm warnings
A/N: Inspired by the Rascal Flats song Fast Cars and Freedom. I do have a few parts planned for this, let’s call it a mini series maybe…Thanks as always to my bestie, @just-another-busy-fangirl for her mad beta skills. Italics indicate flashbacks.
We lay in bed, spent from worshiping each other’s bodies for hours. Our room was quiet except for the wind and rain outside and our still ragged breaths. I held my wife gently in my arms, each of us still damp with the perspiration of our efforts when a scream broke the silence.
“I’ll get him, you get some rest.” I kissed the top of her head and reluctantly slid out of our bed, throwing on a pair of lounge pants. I padded down the hall to our five year old’s room to find him cowering in the corner of his bed.
“Buddy, what’s wrong? Bad dream?” I asked, sitting on the edge of his bed and he leapt into my lap, wrapping his arms tightly around my neck; he was warm, too warm.