#siinnerman

@siinnerman

Send me “Aww, they like you!” for our muses to baby sit together

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            To babysit alongside dimples hadn’t been on her mind. Certainly not when she was mad, no, not mad, furious about him and the whole life he had kept from her, the truth hidden away for the present he thought he had wanted. But there she was, a little one seated in between both on the couch, Aiden had come at right time, Mags had left him for the day, and so, when he came to knock on her door she opened with a child on her hip and a book on the other. ❝ I thought I made myself CLEAR when I said I didn’t want to hear from you any time soon ❞. Did she say with uncouth demeanour. Harsh perhaps, but she was hurt to know he had kept part of his life from her, even though that could be considered hypocrisy. ❝ — As you might be aware of, I am occupied, hands full.... busy, so please go, don’t need more in my plate right now ❞. And then he told he would stay, walked past right her and taken seat on her couch. Just her goddamn luck. And just like that they found themselves handful with a six month old gurgling and babbling between them, at least they hand’t talk much. that until a horrid smell came abound. ❝ do you know how to change a diaper? ❞.

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 He could hear the phone buzzing, vibrations shatter the silence as scrambles are made to hush the device. Olive hues downcast as he looks down at the texts, curve of his lips pulling tightly into a smile as each text patters in with the image. As if his stomach had a mind of it’s own, right at that moment a growling sound was audible coming straight from his stomach. He couldn’t wait to get back home.With his family.

    ( text; Bossy. ) My flight just landed, I’m on my way back home.     ( text; Bossy. ) Save some food for me. I’M HUUUUUNNGGRRRYYY !!!!!

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                    Living life in an ordinary manner wasn't the easiest for the Winchesters, yet they tried, as best as they could, to fit in. New neighborhood, new vehicles and real jobs, no more hunting nor chasing. So far, they had managed to keep a low profile, Dean being home helped things settle down... perhaps the lighthearted way he acted, and the way he supported them both was the last necessity involved in normalcy. And here they were, Sam, her husband and proficient lawyer/demon/freelancer hunter, her perfect and cute, yet sneaky, two little ones (possibly another on the way, if the couple of ten pregnancy test were correct), her brother-in-law/babysitter/construction worker and her... a stay at home mother/writer for the times//hacker. Elise doubt it could be better. So yes, she was quite terrified of whatever could come their way.  

{ TEXT TO: DIMPLES } Hurry up before Dean and the children eat it all.  

{ TEXT TO: DIMPLES } I love you, can't wait to see you

{ TEXT TO: DIMPLES } did you bring me something? I hope you did. BTW you are in charge of the Christmas tree.

Elise was wearing a little yellow bikini bottom and a slick black shirt on top, her hair pulled back into a golden pony tail and he looked down at his own cut off jeans, the sandy white beach and the rolling tide.

“Come on, Sam,” she called, “it’s gonna be fun!”, her surf board clutched under her arm as she ran toward the waves and he couldn’t quite figure out how he had let her talk him into this.

He watched as she slid up and over her board, laying flat on her belly, using her arms to pull herself through the water and then she was ducking down and under a wave, popping up on the other side.

He stood where the spent waves lapped at his feet, toes buried and curled into the wet sand until she was out too far, or at least that’s what Sam had thought, but then she pulled herself up, straddling her board, raising both arms to get his attention, to make sure Sam could see her.

A second later, her head turning, looking out at the ocean, she fell flat against her board again, her long arms cutting through the water and then she was meeting an uprising in the surf, catching the beginnings of a wave and jumped to her feet, balancing and contorting her body to stay planted on the board and Sam couldn’t help the thrill of excitement that ran down his spine.

She was amazing.

She was beautiful.

            She was his…

                     And it was finally sinking in that she would be his forever.

About half way back to shore, she went down, the water rising up like a horse, bucking off its rider and he ran into the surf, not sure if he should try to swim to her, but soon she surfaced, all smiles and wet hair plastered to her scalp and still so beautiful.

When she got to the shore line, clutching her board once more, she planted it into the sand and wrapped her arms around him. “Okay, dimples…you think you’re ready for your turn?”

And Sam thought that lying on the board on the beach, miming the motions was way different then the real thing, “I um             ”

She patted his back, “Or we could take a break for some shaved ice,” and she dragged him off toward a stand on the boardwalk.And later, when the sun was setting and they had joined some other couples around a bon fire on the beach, she cuddled into his arms and said, “Let’s come back this weekend, maybe I can actually get you into the water next time.”

He nodded…the sun, the surf, the beach…new and strange to him, but one of her favorite places to be and Sam thought, he wanted to always be wherever Elise was, so he leaned in and kissed her, wrapping his arms more firmly around her. 

                 I never get one of these from these from you