Chapter 2

Dean was used to getting up early. It was an inner alarm clock that he couldn't turn off. He was wandering silently around the house at 5:00 am when he bumped into something...something warm, and soft, and surprisingly fragrant. Vanilla? Whatever it was it smelled good.

He knew just then who he'd bumped in to. Megan, the baby-sitter from last night. The baby-sitter who gets here at five everyday to watch his nieces. She gave a little squeal and stumbled backwards. Without thinking, Dean grabbed her waist, and tried to steady her.

"I'm sorry!" she whispered, out of breath for some reason. The reason being she couldn't breath with this man's hands on her like that.

Dean chuckled, low, and deep, "It's okay. I forgot about you."

"Excuse me?" she asked as she pried his big hands from her hips one by one.

"I forgot you get here so early." he clarified.

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry again for bumping into you." she turned and practically ran upstairs.

Dean went on about his business of the day. He headed to the gym nearby. There wasn't much he could do with a bum wrist, but he'd be damned if he was going to get out of shape because of it.

As he was running on the treadmill, in his own little world he couldn't stop the thoughts of the pretty baby-sitter from flittering into his mind. She didn't seem to like him very much, and she obviously wasn't a wrestling fan.

Any other woman would have thrown herself at him. Yeah, that happened all the time, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't taken advantage of that a time or two. It wasn't like an every night thing, but once in a while a guy gets lonley on the road. Especially if no one is waiting for him at home.

He sighed, and jumped off the treadmill, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel that was draped around his shoulders. He glanced at his watch. It was 8:30. Meaning his nieces were already gone for school. He'd meant to leave the gym in time to say good morning to them, but he lost track of time.

He headed back home to his sister's house. Earlier, he saw her grass needed mowed terribly, so he decided to do that later. He let himself in with his key, and headed upstairs for a shower. He listened for any sounds of Megan, and determined that he was alone.

He let the water wash away the sweat, and refresh him. He was careful not to get his wrist brace wet. When he was finished he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed down the hall to the guest bedroom. He thought he heard something and he turned to see what it was, only to turn around and walk smack into Megan.

For the second time that day.

"Whoa!" he said a little loudly.

She put a hand to her heart and gasped. "You again."

"Yeah, me. I'll be here for a while." he said shortly while admiring her lips.

At 6'4 he towered over her while she was left staring at his chest. She let out a breath and Dean swore he heard her whisper, "Oh. My. God." under her breath.

He smirked.

"What are you doing here again?" he asked while she shook her head to clear the bad thoughts from her traitorous brain.

"I- I clean the house while the girls are at school." she stuttered out.

He took a moment to admire the fragrance of her hair, and the way it fell past her shoulders in those soft waves.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. I'm just heading to my room to-"

"Put a shirt on." she finished his sentence with a tinge of annoyance and attraction in her voice.

"I was going to say get dressed, but yeah, I'll be putting a shirt on as part of the process."

Her cheeks grew red, and she tried to step around him, "I have to finish cleaning." She stared at the floor and her shoulder brushed his bare bicep as she passed by him.

This girl was a mystery to him. One minute she was going toe to toe with him, and the next she seemed shy, and almost like she was afraid of him. He decided it was better if she just stayed away from him and vise versa.

But after running into her three more times that day Dean realized it was going to be impossible to avoid Megan. Honestly, he didn't want to, but she didn't seem to feel the same way. All he knew was that sparks were flying between them, and he couldn't get her out of his head.

Later that night when Angie got home, she was laying on the couch reading a book when Dean sank down into the recliner beside her.

"Sis?"

"Yeah?"

"How old is that baby-sitter?"

Angie dropped her book onto her stomach and turned to face him.

"Why?" she raised a curious eyebrow.

"Just wondering how old she is...didn't know that was a crime."

"She's 22. She just graduated college in May, and has been working for me ever since. If you're thinking I shouldn't trust her with the girls because she's so young, you can relax. She's amazing with them, and I've never met anyone more responsible." Angie said.

The room was silent for a moment. Dean chose his next words carefully, "Sis, what happened with you and the ex?" Dean avoided saying his name.

Angie sighed, "To tell you the truth I don't even know. I came home one night from a 14 hour shift at the hospital, and found him in bed with another woman. Literally. The girls were asleep in their rooms down the hall." she covered her mouth, and tried to hold back the tears that fell.

"I've never talked about it, Dean. Its all very...fresh. It was supposed to be forever. It was supposed to last until we were old and gray. We were supposed to be a team." she choked out as she furiously wiped the tears from her cheeks.

Dean moved from the recliner to sit beside his sister on the couch. He pulled her into his arms. As her brother he should have been there for her. They were the only family they had, and he'd just left her to deal with this alone while he traveled the world.

He wanted to find Rich Warden and beat the shit out of him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here, Ang. Really, I am." he offered.

"I know, Dean. I just- I tried to deal with this by myself. The only person I've relied on through this was Megan. She's been such a Godsend throughout this whole ordeal. I found her about a month after he left, and she's been helping ever since."

"She sounds like a nice girl." he said. At that comment his sister smiled, and turned to him.

"I told you that you'd like her. Did you two get to talk today?" she asked as she wiped her nose with a tissue.

"Not much." he shrugged, "I don't think she likes me."

"She's just shy, and honeslty until she was 19 she wasn't allowed to be around boys, so you might intimidate her a little. You're very...masculine." she said with a smile.

Was it wrong that knowing he intimidated her gave him a sick satisfaction?

"Why wasn't she allowed to be around boys?" he asked.

"Her parents were super crazy religious. When she moved out, and got away from them she started living life how she wanted. She goes to a normal church now, not some religiously crazed cult, and she has a boyfriend, and..."

Dean stopped listening after her heard "She has a boyfriend"

Damn. Seriously damn.