Caitlin P.O.V
"I don't normally get drunk like that." I said once it was quiet in the car without looking at him, and he tried to hide his story.

"Really? I do. Hey, it's okay, I believe you." He laughed when I went rigid at the thought of a stranger- a really good looking one- knowing I was an alcoholic.

"I'm a reformed addict." I said quietly, and he gave me a crooked smile.
"You don't have to convince me," He promised, and put his hand on mine. "You're way too beautiful to spoil yourself, and that's enough logic in its own." He moved his hand away suddenly as if he suddenly realised where it was.

He switched on the radio to make it a tiny bit less awkward (not that it worked too well) and we sat in silence listening to Panic! At The Disco softly.

"You like Brendon Urie?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, and he nodded. "Yep. Favourite band...what about you?"
I pursed my lips. "Well...I like a lot of music, I guess. But yeah, I love this band...and especially this song." He smiled at me. The song was Memories.

Dean stopped the car, pulling up to a parking lot. I raised an eyebrow, but he just shrugged and came around to open my door for me. I gave a quizzical smile and let him help me out, laughing when he bowed.

He led me inside to a cafe, and we ordered lunch. He gave me my credit card back after we ordered, and I poked my tongue out at his refusal to have let me pay. "When did you get this?" I asked, and he grinned. "The magician never reveals his secret...but I took it from your back pocket."

I laughed. "You, sir, are an evil genius. You remind me of...is it too weird to say you remind me of my brother?"
"A little bit, yeah."
I smiled. "He used to show me magic tricks and stuff like that when I was little. Plus he was crazy and...I dunno, goofy? Like you."
Dean laughed. "What a great word used to describe me here, thanks, I'm flattered."
I rolled my eyes. "You should be flattered. Peter is...Peter's dead."

His smile dropped, and he grabbed my hand. "Hey, I'm sorry Caitlin. I didn't know…"
"It's fine." I said, but my voice was edgy. Dean leaned forward in his seat and cupped my cheek with his hand, making me look up at him.
"Do you wanna tell me about it?" He asked, and I shook my head gently.
"That's okay." Dean said gently, letting go of my face and sitting back down. I touched my cheek where he had held me. It tingled where his fingers had been, and left an unpleasant cold in its wake.

"So you're in a band, huh?" I asked, grinning.
Dean sheepishly smiled back. "Uh, yeah. I'm a drummer."
"I know." I told him. "You're good."
He flashed his teeth in a grin, and my heart thumped. "Thanks."

"So what do you do?"
"Hmm? Oh, uh, I play bass, drums, and occasionally sing. But I'm very shy on stage." I laughed, and Dean seemed rather shocked. "Bass player? That's hot. Not that- I mean, I meant...Uhh..." I laughed when he flustered to correct himself.
"I'm in a band with America and my friend Amanda." I mumbled, and he nodded, obviously intrigued. "What's the band's name?"

"Those Randoms." I said, and he laughed.
"Cool. Can I...see you play some time?"

I froze for a second.

Oh my god what?

Then I found my brain again and nodded, mustering a small smile. "Sure."

We finished our meals, and got back in the car. I was a little sad to be going home- away from him. Damn that sounded lame- but I didn't care. I felt so much better with Dean. He made me laugh, smile...wonder. I could always wonder where things were going with him. And I think there was a good chance I was in love with him, even after two days.

That did sound stupid and gooey and cheesy. I didn't give a damn, though. I didn't really care about much right now. I had just managed to admit Peter's death to a person I barely knew without breaking down. That was a big step for me, especially considering how he'd died.

"Hey, you missed the turn off." I told him, and he smiled.
"No I didn't."

Soon enough we were parked in front of a big white building, and I looked at him in confusion.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand, helping me out of the car again. "You'd think someone would learn how to get out of a car after a while."
I bit my lip. "You know, this seems dangerously familiar...like my favourite horror movie. I don't make it to the sequel."

He laughed. "Well then, I won't either."

He didn't let go of my hand as we walked around, and I didn't want him to.
"Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
I frowned. "How the hell did you know where I lived?"

He didn't look at me, chewing his lip timidly.
"Dean?"
He sighed. "I looked in to your credit card details, okay?"
I stopped and placed my hands on my hips. "You looked in to my details?"
He nodded sheepishly, and to his surprise I burst out laughing. "Normally I'd feel invaded, but, well, that's so sweet. You went through all of that to give me back my card?"
Heb shrugged, still not looking at me. "And to see you."

I grabbed his hand again, and he looked at me in shock. "You found me," I said quietly, smiling. "Why didn't you just spend the money off of the credit card? No one would have stopped you."

He looked at me like I was crazy. "Why would I ever do that to you?"

"Because I've had it done to me before."

He stopped and looked me in the eye. "Hey, Caitlin, you need to understand that I would never hurt you, okay? I understand that obviously you've been hurt before," I had. "But I will never hurt you, ever. Okay?" I nodded gently, and smiled. "You said will that time."
"And?"
"And in that tense it would mean we'll be seeing each other again."
Dean grinned. "Will that be a problem?"

I shook my head fiercely, and he chuckled. "Good, because I'm not letting you go anywhere."

I turned to look at where we were, and gasped.

"I thought you'd like it here," He said, and we started walking hand in hand towards the building again. "Who doesn't love the carnival?"