#getbacktowriting

Title: Driving Lesson

Author:  Kat

Reader Gender:  Female

Word Count: 400

Summary: Fluffs

Warnings: none

Character: Dean Winchester

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Dean sat reading the paper as you cooked yourself an omelette. Things were different since you and Dean had stepped back from hunting. Now you guys lived in the country, a small farm out in the middle of nowhere. It was quiet and peaceful.

“CHEEEWHOOOOOOOOO!” Screeched through the house and footsteps thundered on the stairs.

Until Asher, Alyx, and Azalia had joined your family. It was quiet and peaceful until then. You sighed happily. You hadn’t been sure that you and Dean would make it through a few years ago. When the two of you had finally decided it was time to have children, you tried and tried. The test never came back positive.

Endometriosis. The word nearly ended your marriage to Dean. Nearly ended your life, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Sam saved your marriage. He was the one who had suggested fostering. It was hard for siblings to be fostered together, so you and Dean took in tripletes Asher, Alyx and Azalia. It was supposed to be temporary. That was five years ago.

“Here comes the brigade,” Dean said from behind the newspaper.

“FOURTEEN, BABY!”

That was Alyx. He was already six feet tall, cropped hair, and a mouth that had you in the school office once every few weeks.

“It is still too early for that, Alyx,” grumbled Azalia who slouched into the kitchen moments later.

Azalia was the polar opposite of her brothers. She had long red hair, and was extremely shy and quiet. She hummed as she got her cereal down from the cabinet. She took her customary seat next to Dean.

“C’MON IT’S OUR BIRTHDAY, ‘Zales! Aren’t you excited?!” Screeched Alyx, who stopped momentarily to give you a peck on the cheek. “Come on, Daddi-O! We’re going out driving today right? You gonna teach us in the tractor? Or maybe the Chevy? WE COULD GO IN THE IMPALA!”

The paper shuffled and crinkled and Dean folded it and set it down on the table.

“Son, there’s no way I’m getting in a car with you behind the wheel. Maybe in five years, no, ten,” Dean said, locking eyes with Alyx. “And never, never, in my baby.”

“Shut. Down,” a snarky voice came from the doorway.

“Morning Asher,” you said. “Happy birthday, you three.”

Long time no see

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