Alaina Clark

Chapter 11

We walk into Anthony's and the delicious smell of pizza and pasta immediately flood through my nostrils. I zone out while Dean talks to the waiter. My focus is on the candles that are neatly arranged, giving the room the perfect amount of light. The waiter leads us to a table in the back of the restaurant. Mr. and Mrs. Miller are sitting down next to a man with white and gray hair. His jaw and upper lip are neatly shaved. He has deep brown eyes and a friendly smile on his face. Elliot. I recognize him from pictures. Dean greets his parents before turning towards Elliott "Elliott." He says in acknowledgment. "I'd like you to meet Alaina." He says gesturing towards me. My stomach tightens as I feel Elliott's eyes land on me. I repress the nerves reminding myself that Dean said Elliott would love me. And lucky for me Dean is always right. Well, almost always. "Alaina, this is Elliott Woods." Dean says with a cute smile. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Woods." I say and I pull my hand from Dean's in order to reach out to shake Elliott's. "Oh please, call me Elliott." He says as he flashes his pearly white teeth. "Sure thing Elliott." I say as I feel my confidence returning. "Please have a seat." Mr. Miller says gesturing at the chairs in front of them. Dean pulls back a chair for me and I mumble a thank you, he nods in reply and takes a seat next to me. I end up sitting directly in front of Mr. Woods. Elliott. My subconscious corrects me. And Dean is sitting across from Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller sitting right next to him. "It's nice to finally meet the girl that Dean never stops talking about." Elliott says with a smirk. What is up with these guys and their smirks. I wouldn't doubt it if someone told me Elliott taught his smirk to Mr. Miller, and he passed it down to Dean. I do my best to ignore the feeling of triumph I feel when I realize what he just said. "It's nice to finally meet the man whom everyone speaks so highly of." I reply with a smirk of my own. "It's nice to know I'm appreciated." He says looking at Dean. "Likewise." I say as I also look at Dean. Dean shrugs making Elliott laugh. The waiter comes by and hand us each a menu, asking us what we'd like to drink. Dean and I each get a glass of water, Elliot decides on iced tea and Mr. and Mrs. Miller both go with ginger ale. The waiter leaves to get our drinks while we decide what to eat. "Elliott you have to try the lasagna here, it is too die for." Mrs. Miller beams. It's true, the lasagna here is the best. "Well, with my health, I just might." Elliott replies with a laugh as we all join in, he's an easy-going person and I'm already fond of him. We all come to agreement that lasagna is best option for dinner and we order when the waiter comes by to bring our drinks. Elliott and Mr. Miller spend some time catching up and after a bit the conversation became about me. Elliott didn't have many questions, because apparently Dean has told him pretty much everything there is to know about me. If I ever need a biography, Dean's going to write it. He'll recite it by memory too. The waiter came by with our food and I'm not sure how but the conversation eventually turns to my relationship with Dean. Just as I shove a forkful of delicious lasagna is my mouth Elliott speaks up "So Alaina, when are you and Dean getting married?" He says in a completely serious tone, making me briefly choke on my lasagna as my back goes rigid. Dean's hand immediately goes so small of back rubbing soothing circles. I'm waiting for Elliott to say it's a joke, but I don't know him well enough to know if he's kidding or not. Elliott has a slight smirk on his lips and Mr. and Mrs. Miller have a knowing look on their faces. I let out an awkward laugh "Oh no, we're not dating. We're just friends." I say with an equally awkward smile. What did Dean tell him to make him think that we're dating? "Why aren't you dating? Dean, are you gay?"Elliott says bluntly making us all laugh. Dean is definitely not gay. "Nope." Dean says with a laugh. "You have a beautiful girl by your side and you have yet to make her your girlfriend, there are many situations in which that it fine. But in this case the only explanation is that you're gay. Or maybe Alaina is a lesbian." Elliott says thinking out loud. "Not a lesbian." I explain. "Dean, what did you tell him?" I ask turning to look at Dean. Dean shrugs in reply. "Dean said you guys were just friends but I was hoping that had changed since the last time I spoke to him." Elliott says with a hint of disappointment in his tone. "It hasn't." Dean speaks up. "Well I'm sorry to hear that, you guys are my OTP." Elliott says as everyone gapes at his choice of words before we all burst out laughing, making Elliott join us. "OTP?" Mr. Miller questions. "It means One True Pairing." Elliott clarifies. "When you think two people would be perfect for each other, they are your OTP. Dean and Alaina are my OTP, I even came up with a ship name." My jaw stays open as I process what he just said. Completely ignoring what he said about Dean and me, I acknowledge that Elliott is the coolest person I've ever met. "Ship name?" Dean looks just as baffled as Mr. and Mrs. Miller. "Yeah, it's Delaina." Elliott replies as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Delaina? Really Elliott? This isn't The Vampire Diaries. I actually like the sound of that, but I will never admit that. Not out loud anyway. "Is that some kind of slang?" Mrs. Miller wonders. "Yeah, all the young folks use it. My assistant has been teaching me how to be more accessible to younger people. Times change, and in order to grow you must adapt." Elliott explains. We all nod in agreement. The rest of dinner goes by wonderfully and Dean was right, I love Elliott and I'm pretty sure he loved me. He did think I was good enough for Dean. I don't know what's more surprising. The fact that Dean and I are Elliott's OTP, or the fact that he used OTP in the first place. I'm going to go with option number two, Elliott using slang is truly amazing. After dinner we go home without Mr. and Mrs. Miller because they decided to spend the night at Elliott's, apparently he has this new project he's dying to show them. I want to be like them when I'm older, never growing out of sleepovers. By the time we get to Dean's house I'm exhausted and decide to spend the night at Dean's, there's no way I'm walking further than I have to even if it's only a few more steps. Pulling my phone out of my purse I text my mom, asking her if it was okay that I was spending the night at Dean's. She replies with a simple yes and a goodnight text. Dean and I walk into his bedroom and immediately begin to undress. Dean yanks off his tie as I grab my hair in one hand and turn my back towards Dean. He gets the message and he pulls the zipper down my spine and stops right above the curve of my ass. "Thanks." I mumble as I turn around and my hands go my shoulders to pull down the dress. "No problem." Dean replies in a slightly choked tone as his eyes noticeably widen. My dress pools around my feet, and that's when I realize I'm still wearing my heels. Standing in front of Dean wearing nothing but black lace underwear and high heels. I notice Dean has stripped down to his black boxer briefs as he grabs one of his plain black shirts and hands it to me. I pull it over my head and kick the dress away along with my heels. His shirt smells like him and reaches mid thigh. Walking over to his bed pull I throw myself back and inhale his scent. It surrounds me and is almost suffocating, but I love it. Dean clicks on the lamp beside me before turning off the light above me. He then takes a seat next to me and I hold out my arms, like he usually does when he wants me to hug him. A lazy but cute smile appears on his lips and I can feel my lips mirroring his. He lays his head on my chest and he wraps his arm around my waist. With one hand hugging his back and the other in his hair, I pull his hair in order to readjust his head to a more comfortable position. Once I've achieved total comfort I pull my hand from his hair and reach over to turn of the lamp before returning my hand to it's rightful place, in Dean's hair. Dean lets go of my waist, making me frown. A smile replaces my frown as he pulls a blanket over us and returns his arm to where it belongs, around me. This feels good. No, good is an understatement. This feels perfect. As if we belong together, like two puzzle pieces that are only right for each other. This feels like home. I could be in a trashy motel in the middle of nowhere, but as long as I'm in Dean's arms, I'm home. Elliott's words run through my mind and I can't help but wonder. What if? What if Dean and I were a couple? Would things get better? Or are we meant to be just friends? Questions flood my mind and I try to force them to vacate my brain but they are pretty persistent. Lucky for me the only thing that can pull me out of my thoughts, does just that. "Sparkles? You okay?" Dean questions somehow sensing my mood. How the hell does he do that? He's like a fucking mood ring. "I'm fine." I reply truthfully, if I would have answered seconds earlier, it would have been a lie. But lucky for me he rid me of my thoughts, and at the moment which I answered I was fine. "Go to sleep." He suggests in a whisper. "You go to sleep." I reply with a yawn. "You'll probably fall asleep before me." He predicts. I take it as a challenge. Running my fingers through his hair, every once in a while I lightly tug at the roots making him moan. This always works, getting him to relax to the point where all he can do is succumb to sleep. "No fair." He moans. "You're cheating." He mumbles letting out a low groan. "Shhh." I shush him, my lips against his hair. "Give it up Miller." I softly command and a few seconds later he's asleep, I notice because his grip on me has loosened and his breath evened out. Enjoying the feel of his warm skin of his back I also enjoy the feel of the breath in my lungs. Silently thanking God for the wonderful man in my arms. I will never understand what I did to deserve a Dean. I should probably go to sleep, I can overthink this later. Tightening my grip on him, he reciprocates the act as I plant a kiss on his hairline before succumbing to sleep myself.