So... even though I've been super busy with trying to finish my New Beginnings fic, I thought - why not write a chapter for this story? So I did! Sorry about the long wait between updates... I've been slack, I know. But please enjoy this! xx

Chapter Six

"Hey," Katie said as she walked through the front door to find Dean and Josh sitting in front of the television watching the football.

"How was it?" Dean asked from the couch.

"Good, I got my stuff." Katie had dropped over to Oliver and Alicia's house that morning to pick up the remainder of her belongings which she had left at their house.

"Good," Dean replied vaguely, before pumping a fist in the air and crying out in triumph as his team scored. Josh screamed in delight next to him and began clapping his hands together happily.

Katie shook her head at the pair of them and suppressed a laugh. "What are you making my son watch?"

Dean turned to look at her incredulously. "I am educating my son in the amazing game that is football. The only other game that rivals Quidditch."

Katie raised her eyebrows at him and put her hand on her hips, but she smirked. "Uh huh... right. Well, don't make him too much of a football fan. He still has to learn to play Quidditch like his mother."

Dean beamed at her and then turned back to Josh. "Don't listen to your mum, Joshie. She doesn't understand football like we do."

Josh grinned toothily at Dean and then went back to sucking his thumb.

Katie went into the bedroom and deposited her bags on the floor. She didn't know whether to unpack them or not, seeing as she was only temporarily staying with Dean until she could find work again.

"How were Oliver and Alicia?" asked Dean.

"Yeah, they were good," said Katie as she reappeared in the living room and joined them on the couch. Josh immediately crawled into her lap and gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Little Daisy's getting big. She's only a few months older than Joshie. Alicia wants to organise a play date next week sometime. I've got some interviews with Quidditch teams, would you be able to take him around?"

"Sure," said Dean, giving Katie a confident nod. "Sounds like Josh has got a little girlfriend," he joked, tickling his son's ribs.

Katie scolded him. "Don't say that, they're just friends."

Dean rolled his eyes. "And they're also just two years old. What do they know about girlfriends and boyfriends?"

Katie frowned and Dean sighed, turning back to watch his game.

Katie chewed on her lip nervously. How would she tell him? How would he react? He probably wouldn't care, she reasoned. I mean, it's not like we're together or anything. We just happen to have a kid together. That's nothing, right?

Dean seemed to notice her uncertainty and placed his hand on hers.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Katie put on a dazzling smile and said, in an uncharacteristically high voice, "I have a date tomorrow night."

Dean's eyes widened and his body froze. Katie? A date? His breathing became more forced as he fully comprehended her words.

"A date?" he asked, warily. "With who?"

Katie swallowed uncomfortably. "Well, there was this man over at Alicia's today. He plays with Oliver – Drew Gibbons – and he asked if I wanted to go out with him tomorrow night."

Dean's brow furrowed. He knew about Drew Gibbons – had done a whole article on him when he was researching Puddlemere United. Gibbons was one of those quiet players who was more interested in playing for England than dating. The fact that he had asked Katie on a date was extremely out of character and it made Dean feel uncomfortable.

"So I need you to look after Josh for the night," she told him before he even had a chance to tell her that he thought this date was a bad idea.

When he didn't say anything, Katie gave him a look. "Dean? Are you listening to me?"

Dean blinked several times and coughed. "Uh, sure, no problem. So, why did you agree?"

Katie scowled at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Because he seemed like a nice man, and I haven't gone on a date in years!" she told him gruffly.

"Well," grumbled Dean bitterly, not understanding why he was taking offence to this. "I don't like it!"

At this, Katie rose and balled her hands into fists. "Well, I don't care if you don't like it! It's not up to you who I do and don't date, Dean Thomas!" she screamed at him, picking up Josh and storming into the bedroom.

Dean swore loudly and punched the cushion. Why did he even care? Why was it so upsetting that Katie was seeing someone else. Did he think, that because they were spending a lot of time together, that they were a couple? No, he shook his head, clearing his mind of such thoughts. I mean, it's not like we're together or anything... who cares who she dates.

He sighed and lay back on the couch, feeling extremely sour all of a sudden.


"Merlin, how long does it take to get ready? I really need to use the bathroom!" Dean complained as he waited outside the bathroom door. Katie was in there, getting ready for her date, and Dean thought she was taking an unnecessarily long time. Just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened. Dean's jaw dropped. He immediately lost the urge to go to the toilet. Katie looked beautiful. She was wearing the same purple dress that had made Dean go wild, her dark hair was elegantly curled down past her shoulders and her lips were painted with bright red lipstick. Dean wanted nothing more than to seize her up in his arms and kiss her. Instead, he swallowed and ran a hand through his hair. She was staring at him as though waiting for him to say something.

"Uh..." he muttered, unable to think clearly. "You look..." He could feel himself blushing and felt absolutely ridiculous. What was wrong with him? Usually he had no trouble giving compliments and being charming. Katie's beauty, however, seemed to disarm him of speech.

"You can't even tell you've given birth in that dress," he said unintelligently.

Katie frowned at him, "Thanks, Dean... I suppose." As she passed him, Dean cursed and palmed his forehead hard. That was smooth, Dean. Katie grabbed her purse off the bench and bent to kiss Josh on the forehead.

"Good night, Joshie," she cooed, "Mummy will be back later tonight, okay." She then turned to Dean and said blankly, "Make sure you give Josh a bath and feed him some dinner. I don't know what time I'll be back. Don't wait up for me."

Dean nodded. "Well, don't bring him back here. I don't want another man in my bed," he grumbled before sinking back down in the couch and turning on the television. Katie sighed and left, slamming the door behind her.

When she was gone, Dean turned to Josh. "You know what, kiddo?" he said sadly. "I reckon she'll have a good time tonight with Gibbons. He's a good guy, he'll treat her like a princess." He lowered himself closer to the toddler's ear and whispered, "She deserves to be treated like a princess."


The sound of the door slamming made Dean stir from his position on the couch. He stretched his limbs wearily and sat up, to see Katie slumped on the floor in front of the door. Mascara ran down her cheeks and she had her knees pulled up to her chin. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Dean rose and hobbled over to her.

"Hey," he said sleepily. "Are you okay?"

Katie sniffed and turned her head away from him. "I'm fine."

With a sigh, Dean sank down next to her and put a finger under her chin to look into her eyes. "No you're not," he said. "What's wrong?"

Tears ran down Katie's cheeks and she brushed them aside in frustration. "Nothing," she said stubbornly.

Dean frowned at her. "You know, you can talk to me. Despite what you might think, I'm a good listener. Besides," he smiled at her. "I can't leave you here to cry. It would make me a bad host."

Katie gave him a small smile and sighed. "Honestly," she said softly. "It's nothing, really. I've just had a bit of an... awakening, I suppose."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've realised that I'm probably never going to have a relationship."

"Was Drew being a prat?" asked Dean at once, feeling anger boil in his blood.

"No," said Katie, shaking her head. "It wasn't him. It was me. We had a really nice time; he took me to this lovely restaurant and he seemed really considerate and sincere – like was actually interested in me and not just getting in my pants, you know?"

Dean coughed uncomfortably and nodded for her to continue.

"And then we got talking, and he asked me about myself… and then… I told him about Josh. And he sort of… panicked! He excused himself to go to the bathroom and then left me there at the restaurant."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. What kind of man left a woman at the restaurant because he was scared? Dean's hands balled into fists and he clenched his jaw roughly. Katie deserved much more than that.

"That bastard," he muttered angrily.

"I don't blame him," said Katie sadly. "What would you have done? I mean, what man wants to date a woman who's got a two-year old? It's way too much baggage. No one would ever want to date me now."

She hung her head sadly and Dean watched her. She was still so beautiful to him, even with dark patches under her eyes from running mascara. He knew at that moment, that no matter what he had done, and what they had been through, he always wanted to be next to her. Merlin, he wanted this woman in his life more than he had wanted anything before.

"Well," he said slowly, moving closer to her. "I know one guy who'd give you a shot."

Katie looked at him in disbelief. "Yeah," she said dryly, "and he probably lives with his mother and has never been shagged in his life."

Dean smirked and moved even closer to her, their legs brushing against one another. He thought he saw Katie blush, but it must have been a trick of the light.

"Well, that part's definitely not true, and he doesn't live with his mother," he assured her. "But, I reckon he'd be good to you, even if you have an amazing little boy, and the father was a complete arse and screwed everything up. This guy, I think he really cares about you…" he leaned closer to her so that their foreheads were almost touching, "and he's really into second chances… and fresh starts."

At this, Katie did blush and let out a nervous breath. Dean could feel her hot breath on his lips and he could smell her floral perfume.


"Hmm?" she said, closing her eyes.

"Would it make me an arse if I kissed you right now?"

He heard her tinkling laugh and she opened her eyes. "You're already an arse," she said simply, before encircling her hands around his neck and pulling his lips against hers. Dean moaned at the contact. She was so soft and tasted so sweet – he didn't realise how much he had missed the feeling of kissing her. On instinct, his hands snaked around her waist and pulled her close to him so she was straddling his lap. His hands tangled into her hair, wrapping around the silky, dark locks. Their mouths moved in sync against one another – their tongues battling for dominance. Dean had never felt so alive. Electricity coursed through his body, strongest where their lips were connected.

Katie whimpered against his mouth, her small hands tugging impatiently at his shirt. Dean smirked as he pulled away from her lips briefly and pulled his shirt over his head, before capturing her mouth again. Katie's hands ran all over his smooth, dark chest, sending fire licking all over his skin. He bunched her dress up around her torso, his hands roaming over the planes of her stomach. In a matter of seconds, her dress was discarded and so were his jeans.

"Dean," Katie moaned, as he reached around and unclasped her bra, tossing it aside.

"Hmm?" he murmured against her lips.

"Dean... wait... we can't – "

He pulled away and stared at her with wide eyes. "Oh, Merlin, Katie. I'm so sorry, I never meant for that to happen. I don't want to force anything – we can just be friends... that's fine with me... Merlin, I'm such a prat!"

Katie giggled and shook her head. "No, you bumbling idiot," she said with a grin. "I meant, we can't yet... we haven't cast the charm."

She laughed as she watched Dean's expression turn from horror to recognition. Was she insinuating that they were about to...? He couldn't believe was he was hearing. She wanted him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her and it was almost too much for Dean. He reached around on the floor until he pulled his wand out of his jean pocket and quickly cast the charm.

"There," he said, reclaiming her lips. "Now we won't have any more Joshie's appearing unexpectedly."

And Dean took Katie to bed for a second time.

Yay! They're finally together... sort of... I'm glad! Please read and review :) xx