When Mia woke up that next morning she was feeling bad for the way she went off on Dean. He was just worried about her and there was nothing wrong with that. Friends worry about each other right? She was confused but still she shouldn't have snapped. They did have a good time together but she knew what he was like. She couldn't let herself fall back into the same routine with him.
When she walked down the hall it was quiet unlike the other morning. Dean was nowhere in sight and that made her frown. She had gotten use to him being there when she got up. Maybe she scared him off.
Just as she was about to walk into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee there was a knock at the door. She looked down at her watch and it was just after eight. Maybe it was Grant but then again she knew he was on call all weekend so chances that she would see him were slim.
She wrapped her small silk robe around her and walked over to the door and saw Dean standing there. "Dean."
"Hey." He smiled.
"Since when do you knock?" she asked.
"Since you don't have a doorbell. I should do something about that."
"That's not what I meant."
"I know but after last night I thought it would be best. I wasn't sure if you wanted to see me when you go up or not." He said.
Mia stood there for a minute and opened the door wider, "Come on in." she said.
Dean walked passed her and turned as she shut the door, "Mia look, about last night…."
"Don't say anything. I shouldn't have snapped at you the way I did. You were just looking out for me so I am the one that is sorry." She said.
Dean wasn't really going to say sorry because he was just being honest but he figured he would go with it. "I shouldn't stick my nose in your business so I am the one that's sorry. I had no right."
"No you were just looking out for me and that's fine. I know it looks bad but Grant is a really great guy." She said.
That was the last thing Dean wanted to hear but there wasn't much he could do right now without pushing her farther into Grants arms. "As long as you think so." Dean said. "So should I finish up or…."
"Yeah if you are still up to doing it. I don't want you to feel forced." She said.
"I am happy to help." He said and closed the space between them a little, "But you are welcome to force me to do something else if you want. I promise not to scream."
Mia laughed a little. She knew Dean would never change but that was fine with her. Nothing wrong with a little flirting here and there. "If I remember I can make you scream."
"Well look who is cocky now." Dean smiled.
"I learned from you." She smiled. "I was about to make some coffee. Do you want some?"
"Sure. I'm going to go get started. I should have this finished today."
"Great." Mia said and watched him head down the hall. Her smile faded as she watched him go. She wasn't sure how she liked the idea of him not being there everyday.
Mia went to head to the kitchen when there was another knock on the door. "I am never going to be able to make some coffee today," she sighed as she walked back over to the door. When she opened it she was a little surprised to see Grant.
"Hey Mia…can I come in?"
"Sure, I was just about to make me and Dean coffee." She walked into the kitchen and headed to the coffee pot.
"I know you're angry," he said with a sigh, "But you know what I do. I am sorry."
She sighed turning around and crossing her arms, "It's fine, whatever. I'm use to it by now."
"Now don't do that. It's my job you know that!"
"I know but I can't help but wonder if what she was wearing and how she looked was part of your reason for rushing her out of there."
Grant looked at her stunned, "Are you crazy?"
Dean being on the other side shook his head, "Never call a woman crazy," he sighed and shook his head, "Unless she's crazy in bed." Dean leaned in closer his arms crossed across his chest and heard, "You know what you can just leave!"
"Fine you can call me when you're ready to talk calmly!"
Dean heard the front door slam and he shook his head. He placed his tools down and walked into the kitchen. He saw her back towards him. Her shoulders were tensed and she looked like she was about to cry. He walked in farther and asked, "Do you want to talk?"
Mia turned her head to look at him her eyes red, "No." She turned back to the coffee pot.
Dean sighed touching her shoulder and turning her around and bringing her into his arms. He felt a few tears touch his shirt and her arms tightened around him. "Are you ok?" He wanted to kick Grant's ass for making her cry but Grant did little next to what he had done to her in the past.
"I'll be fine."
Dean sighed and rubbed her back, "Ok well…" he sighed and pulled back looking at her, "Wipe those tears and get ready for the day. I am going to fix your pipes and tonight me and you are going to do what friends do when one is upset."
"And what's that?" She arched an eyebrow.
"I don't know…order some pizza, eat some ice cream and watch a movie."
"Sounds kind of chick flickish don't ya think?"
"Well for you I'll let it slide. What you say?"
Mia bit her bottom lip, "Ok."
Dean grinned, "Alright…my apartment at eight. Before I leave I'll give ya directions." He kissed the side of her head and headed back towards the bathroom.
Mia bit her bottom lip tapping her nails on the counter as she watched him leave. She wondered if what she just did was the right thing. She was going to her ex lovers house for a sympathy party about her current boyfriend.
Mia ran a hand through her hair before she knocked on the apartment door. She took her cell out checking her make-up and hair one more time before she heard the door open. She quickly put the cell back in her back pocket and smiled. Why was she smiling? Why was she checking to make sure she was good for him?
"Hey," said Dean leaning against the door, "You made it."
"Yeah, I didn't realize how close you were," she said walking in as Dean moved for her. She looked around the small apartment, "It's great, I like it...it says..."
"Poor schmuck," said Dean with a smirk as he closed the door.
Mia rolled her eyes with a smile looking at him, "No, it says Dean Winchester."
"Is that a good thing?" he asked walking up to her.
Mia licked her lips, "Depends." She bit her bottom lip throwing her purse onto the chair, "You got a beer?"
Dean smirked, "When don't I?"
"I kind of figured. Show me the kitchen."
Dean smiled as he walked towards the kitchen with her following behind. "It's not as big as yours but then again you know I don't cook. Most of my meals come in a bag or box."
"Maybe one day I am going to have to teach you to cook." Mia said as Dean handed her a beer, "You are getting too old to eat like that.
"Sweetheart I am nowhere near old," he smiled back at her. God he loved her smile. It was beautiful. He missed her looking a him like that.
Mia bit on her lip as she watched him stare at her. This moment was getting a little too close for her an she knew she had to pull back, "So you ready to start the movie?"
"Ready when ever you are." Dean said.
He watched as Mia turned and walked back into the living room. He felt like he was so close to having her back where he wanted her but he knew she was doubtful. He was just going to have to show her that he was the one she needed to be with. He was the one that loved her and knew how to treat her. They belonged together.
Mia was a little shaky as she walked over to the couch. Being alone with Dean made her nervous. Truth was he always did. He knew how to make her quiver with just one touch. Just a simple whisper in her ear would send her over the edge. But she knew she had to keep herself from going back there.
She stood there thinking to herself and never heard Dean come up behind her, "Ready," he said and touched her on the shoulder and she jumped causing her to spill he beer all down her shirt.
"Im' sorry about that." Dean said, "I didn't know you were going to freak out when I touched you."
"No its fine. I was off in my own little world. Maybe I should go home and change." she said.
"No its fine. Just use one of mine."
"Are you sure? Because I can run home. It wont take me long."
"No go ahead. Top drawer."
"Thanks." Mia said and headed into his small bedroom.
Mia looked around as she closed the door just a little behind her. She couldn't help but smile...the room smelled like Dean. She always loved his scent. Some nights...when she knew he was sleeping, she would lay there, her head rested on his chest and just relish in his scent.
"Stop it Mia," she whispered to herself as she walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. She grabbed the first shirt that was there when something came out with it. She watched the piece of paper fall to the ground. She picked it up realizing it wasn't a piece of paper it was a napkin that has been folded up and crumbled up. It was old, she could tell and when she opened it up she felt her heart drop.
855-9730 - Call me, Mia
She gave that to him the first night they met. They separated when he bought her, her drink at the bar. She easily slipped the napkin into his pocket with him easily noticing because she did kind of give him a squeeze on the ass as she walked by. She smiled remembering that night. She looked by her name and saw the ruby red lipstick she use to wear. Those were the days.
Mia quickly put the napkin back in his drawer and closed it walking towards his bed and stripping off her top.
Dean walked back into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in his hand and looked towards his bedroom wondering what was taking Mia so long when he saw door was cracked just enough where he could see her taking her top off. Dean licked his lips at the purple lace bra she was wearing that held her perfect round breast. Dean felt an awakening in his jeans and looked down, "I know, I know...I'm working on it."
Dean looked back up and found him and Mia staring into each others eyes. She still didn't have a shirt on but she didn't yell or anything at him for looking. He was waiting for that one and a slap for when she went running out of his apartment and never speaking to him again but instead she just smiled before turning back around and pulling the shirt over her head.
Dean bit his lip and sat down on the couch.
Mia didn't know what she was thinking. She should have yelled at him or something for watching her but she didn't. Truth was he was the only man that would look at her like that and she liked it.
Mia walked out and into his living room. She plopped down next to him and smiled, "Ready?"
"Yeah," he said as he turned the television on and the movie began. He knew if it was like the past the two wouldn't get past the beginning credits, he would already have his hand down her jeans by now making her scream but this time he had to move slow.
He looked over at her and his mind went racing.
Mia turned to him and straddled his lap, "I want you," she kissed him hard running her hands through his hair and grinding against his lap, "I liked you watching me...did you like what you saw?"
"I loved what I saw," he groaned ran his hands up her shirt and cupped her breast. He gripped the shirt ripping it off and throwing her onto the couch. He climbed on top of her and started kissing down her chest.
"Oh Dean...yes...I missed you."
"I missed you...you have no idea."
He ran his hands down her sides and to her jeans. Dean leaned up and pulled her jeans down her hips and bit his bottom lip at the sight before him.
"Dean?" Mia watched him jump a little and she arched her eyebrow. He made a grunting noise, a noise she hasn't heard in the longest time. He would make that every time the two of them were about to have sex or during sex. "Are you ok?"
Dean looked at her, "Yup, had something in my throat."
"Oh...ok," she turned back to the TV not buying a word he said.
Dean stretched his arm out over the couch and she couldn't help but smirk. He was trying. She'd give him kudos for that but the only problem was she was still with Grant and Dean and her past...was ugly. She didn't know Dean, who he was, where he's from, family? Anything. He would never open up to her and that always bothered her. It was like he was living a secret life. Maybe one day he would finally break down that wall that kept the two separated.
Two hours had passed and the credits on the movie where rolling. Dean had no clue what the movie was about. He was thinking about Mia the whole time and trying to find the right moment to tell her how he felt. He knew if he didn't jump on it he would lose his shot.
He looked over and saw her head resting on his shoulder but he couldn't see her face but maybe that was a good thing. "Hey uh Mia I need to tell you something."
"Hmm," she moaned.
Dean took a deep breath, "Ok so I know I'm a jerk. I never really took the time to actually talk to you and I know you thought it was all about sex with us...but...but it wasn't. You were the only person I could count on to be there for me. I cant really explain why but you were. When I was with you...I don't know it was the best feeling in the world. I felt safe with you. Almost normal I guess. I'm sorry if I made you feel like you were nothing more than a piece of ass. I never saw it that way. I wish I would have said this sooner but I never knew how until now," Dean knew this was it. Now or never, "I love you Mia and I want to be with you."
Dean waited for a second and got nothing, "Ok well...I just wanted you to know so if you could say something...anything so I don't feel stupid that would be awesome."
Again he got nothing from her. He leaned down and looked at her and realized she was fast asleep.
He sighed. The one time he got up enough nerve to talk to her she was passed out. "Great," he said.
Maybe she had heard some of it. He wasn't sure if he could do that again but at least he knew he had told her.
Dean moved them down a little on the couch and laid beside her. At least they had tonight.