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Ch. 8 Worst First Date Ever.

I pulled back in surprise, and Dean stared down at me playfully. I felt nostalgia engulf me, and cocked my head to the side slightly. I'd just been starting to accept the fact he gone, then BAM here he was. In front of me staring back at me with his playful eyes. Part of me wanted to reach out and poke him just see if he was actually there, instead I took to scowling darkly and hissing, "What the hell are you doing here Dean?" He smiled widely, "Missed you too kitten." He answered, and I just glowered at him. He sighed, "Well if you insist on all work and no play," he started slowly.

There was a reason he was there. I remembered showering and crying in the shower the night he left, and now that he was back I wasn't sure if I could ever let go of him again. That's what pissed me off. We sat on my bed. "Well, I thought that the pack would stop following you if they couldn't find you, so I waited a day, night, and another day before dropping you off. But I've been seeing them around, and I was told that they saw you with me, so you're on their hit list now. Which means I'm stuck with you until they stop." He explained, I glared at him. "I told you going with you would just prove my involvement with you. Stupid." I snapped, Dean smiled tentatively and shyly. Which made me curious. "What's wrong?" I asked, he looked up at me, seeming surprised I noticed his reserved attitude.

"Honestly Sandra, I tried to protect you personally because..." He sighed, "I just wanted to be with you." Dean stared up at the ceiling, "you're the only person who has ever treated me like an equal, like a person. I couldn't let you go even though that'd be better for you." He admitted, I was shocked into silence. "I probably shouldn't be here, if I just left you alone they wouldn't smell me on you and they'd leave you alone, but after these months, I just needed to see you again. If you want me to leave I will, but there's something I need to tell you -" I cut him off, and blurted out, "Why me? I suck." Dean smiled, "To me, you're the one person who I can trust." The last word of his sentence echoed around my skull. Trust. I've known him for like three days. Trust. I trusted him, I liked him more than any girl should like an almost stranger.

Trust.

Slowly I smiled at him, "I mean okay. If you want to stay with me go ahead." I said, because now that you're back I'm not letting you go away again. I finished mentally. He grinned even wider, "Thanks kitten." Dean teased, and I smiled, rolling my eyes. "If it makes you feel better Dean, I trust you a lot too." I admitted, Dean smiled crookedly. "I missed you," he admitted, I turned to him, and he was staring down at me. "I missed you too." Admitting that actually felt like weight was lifted off of my shoulders. Why did I like him so much? Why was I risking my life just to talk to him? Why am I so stupid? But as quickly as these questions came, they blew away like dead leaves on a windy day.

Dean leaned in, and I found myself leaning. I realized we were about to kiss! I knew my heart wasn't the only one fluttering in my chest like a caged bird. Just as his lips were centimeters from mine, there was a knock on my door. I stiffened, "Get your ass under this bed, and if you do anything stupid you're getting stabbed." I ordered, shoving him off of the side of the bed where no one could see him, and I opened my door.

Uncle Marvin stood in the doorway, obviously drunk. He stumbled in, and I stepped out of the way. "Sandra!" He exclaimed drunkenly, I stared at him in disgust. He's an old pervert. "I wanted to talk." His voice rang out drunkenly, was he seriously flirting with me? I stepped back in disgust. "I think you're too drunk to talk." I responded, trying to keep him from the bed. "Well we don't have to talk." He flirted drunkenly, he was around thirty, and not bad-looking but he was my uncle! He started walking towards me, and I took a step back into the wall. It didn't matter if I glared at him cuttingly, he's too drunk to care. He just wants to get laid. "Can you leave?" I asked, suddenly his face contorted in fury. "Don't tell me what to do bitch!" He shouted, raising his hand to slap me.