As promised, here is the sequal to Nerves. There will be little if any supernatural relevance. Therefore, this fic is mostly a romance. This is set twelve years after Dean left. Just after Dean went to pick Sam up from college. I decided to wait on adding myself into a fanfiction. Had too many ideas for this.
Chapter 1: Phone Call From the Past
"Dean, answer the phone," Sam ordered. Dean just stared at his cell phone, which was playing Back in Black.
"No."
"Answer it. Now."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because, Sam, what if she's married and has kids. You know me. I don't want to be a homewrecker."
Sam scoffed, "Well, Dean, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either you answer it, or I will. Either way, someone is going to talk to her. It's Michelle. You can't just not answer the phone. I know you still love her, as much as you don't want to admit you can hold on to someone that long. So answer the frikkin' phone!"
"No."
"Dean! She's gonna give up!"
"No."
Sam rolled his eyes and picked up the still-ringing phone, "Hello?"
"Hi. Is Dean there?"
"Hey, Michelle, he's right here."
"Hey, Sam, you sound different."
"Yeah, I'm twenty-two now. Been a while, huh?"
"Yeah. Can I talk to Dean?"
"Sure, hang on."
Sam covered the mouth piece and turned to Dean, "Dean, you're going to talk to her. Got it? I don't care if I have to glue this phone to your ear, she wants to talk to you. Take the phone."
"Sam..."
"No, take it."
"Fine."
Dean took the phone and cleared his throat, "Hello?"
"Dean," Michelle sighed wistfully, "How've you been?"
"I've been good. You?"
"Pretty good. How's everything been going lately?"
"Interesting. Several hunts. Woman in white. Bitch drove my car."
"Ghost?"
"Yep."
"What car do you have?"
"'67 Impala."
"Classic."
"Yep."
"So, you gonna start forming full sentences or do I have to do all the work around here?"
"Sorry. Just really great hearing from you."
"Yeah. You too. Where are you right now?"
"Somewhere. No clue. Why?"
"There you go with fragments again. Dean, if you don't want to talk, that's all you have to say."
"No, I want to talk, but I don't know what to say. It's been twelve years, I wasn't even sure if you'd remember me."
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"How could I forget you? Especially after what you wrote on my cast. I haven't stopped thinking about you for more than thirty seconds since you left."
Dean was silent. He didn't know how to reply to that.
"Dean? You still there?"
"Yeah. How'd you get my number anyway?"
"Look beside you."
Dean looked over at a smiling Sam and smacked his brother's arm.
"What, you don't want to talk to me anymore?" Michelle asked, "That hurts. I'll just hang up now."
"No! Please don't."
"God, Dean, you have no idea how good it feels to hear your voice again. You sound so different from when I last talked to you. So... I don't know. Just different. I was wondering if you could swing by sometime. Just to talk."
"I don't know. Are you still living where you were?"
"No. Just a couple streets over from that. It's Faller street. Remember, just down the road from the park?"
"Oh, right. Sure, we'll swing by. Be there in about an hour."
"Okay, great. I'll have a couple pies ready."
"You still remember that?"
"Of course. You love pie. My mom told me you downed three pies by yourself when I was dead."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot that. I'll talk to you later."
"Sure. And Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"I still love you more than anything."
Dean's breath hitched when he heard the dial tone that said she'd hung up. He threw the phone in the back seat and stepped on the gas.
A/N Cheesy, I know. But I promise, there will be no graphicness and very little language. Again, this is just a romance fic. No supernatural anything in it. No ghosties, no wendigos, no werewolves, just romance. Please review. AUSSIE SMILES!!!!!!!!!!