The next morning Mia woke up to the sound of Dean banging on the pipes. She smiled and got out of bed and slipped on her robe. She fluffed up her hair and walked out of the bedroom and headed down the hallway.

When she got to the guest bathroom she opened the door and saw Dean hard at work. "Morning," she said.

Dean moved out from under the sink and smiled, "Morning. How was your date?" he asked as he got up.

"Fine. We got a lot done."

"I don't want to hear that," Dean rolled his eyes.

"That is not what I meant. We got a lot of shopping done for his new office."

"Good for you," Dean said, "Sorry if I woke you up. I'm just trying to get this done."

"No you didn't wake me," she said and she was lying, "by the way thank you for the flowers. They're beautiful."

"It's not much but I thought you might like them. You got that whole flower thing going on in your bedroom," he smiled.

"I loved them," she smiled.

They stood there for a few minutes just looking at each other until Dean finally turned away. Looking at her and knowing she wasn't his hurt him. "So I guess I better get back to work."

"Not before I make you breakfast. It's the least I can do."

"You don't have to do that," Dean said. "I had a few crackers at the motel so I'm good."

"Don't lie to me. I still know you and I know you love to eat. Come on and I will make you some bacon and eggs," she said and headed out the door.

As soon as Mia got into the kitchen she grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge and the pack of bacon. Dean saw her standing over the stove heating it up and he looked her over slowly. God she was perfect. She was sexy, smart, and she knew her way around the kitchen. What more could a man want?

"Need any help?" he asked.

"No I got it. Just have a seat and I will put on some coffee," she smiled back at him.

She was a little nervous being alone with him in her house but she had to get use to it sooner or later if they ever wanted to move on. "So how have you been? I don't think I ever really asked you," she said as she cracked the eggs open into a bowel.

"Well to be honest…I haven't really been anything," he said.

Mia froze for a second and turned to him, "What does that mean? Everything ok with you?"

"Everything's fine. You know me." He smiled trying to play off his real feeling about his life.

"Ok," she said and went back to what she was doing.

"So you and Grant seem to be getting hot and heavy. You have to love that," he said.

"I wouldn't say we are hot and heavy. He's a good guy."

"Yeah I bet," Dean said and he was already tired of this conversation, "So you like your job?"

"Yeah I guess its ok. It pays the bills for now."

"You still want to be an artist?" he asked.

Mia poured the eggs into the pan and turned to him, "What?" she asked.

"I just remember you saying awhile back that you would love to go back to school and study art. I didn't know if you still wanted that or not."

"Oh uh…yeah I would love to do that but I have to save up for it," she said. "I can't believe you remember that. I don't even remember telling you that."

"I remember more that you know," he smiled at her.

Once she started to blush she quickly turned around, "So how long do you think it will take you to finish?" she asked, stirring the eggs.

"I am almost done with the bathrooms so maybe a day or two. I only have two hands," he laughed.

"That's fine. Take you time. No rush," she said and put the bacon in the other pan.

Dean couldn't help himself, "So you do like having me around."

Mia turned to him, "What?"

"I said you so like having me around or you would tell me to hurry up."

"I don't care either way," she said. "Wow you are cocky."

Dean laughed, "I am not. You said it not me but I have to ask what Grant will think of us spending this much time together."

"He is not a jealous guy so he doesn't care one bit. He trusts me."

Dean got up from his chair and walked closer to her, "But I think the questions should be is do you trust yourself?"

Mia turned to him slowly and they were inches apart, "What do you mean?" she asked. She knew what he meant. There he was shirtless, handsome, and my God how she wanted him.

"You know what I mean," he said and placed his hand on her hip and pulled her a little closer. "I think you still want me."

"Dean please," she said.

"Please what?" Dean asked, "Tell me what you want," he said in a deep voice that made her quiver.

She looked into his eyes and said, "Don't…just don't ok."

"Don't what?" Dean wasn't going to back away that easy.

"Don't make me say it. Please. It's too hard."

"What's too hard?" he asked and now his mouth was inches from her.

Just before Mia could give in, she heard the door bell and jerked away. "I got it," she said and walked out of the kitchen.

"Damn it!" Dean cursed. It was ok. He still had time. He walked over to the stove and took the eggs off the burner.

Mia opened her front door and saw Grant standing there with a smile, "Grant. What are you doing here?"

"Well I came to see you but I see you already have company." He said. "Deans here again?" he asked as he walked into the house and closed the door.

"He's still working on the pipes. He said it will only take him a day or two."

"Mia…sweetie, are you ok with this?" he asked her.

"Well I wasn't at first but everything is ok now. I am with you and he knows that. He doesn't have a job and I don't think he has a family. I just want to help him get on his feet."

Grant smiled down at her, "That's what I love about you. Always wanting to help people." He said and leaned down and gave her a kiss.

Mia pulled away and smiled, "Thank you. Are you hungry?"

"Starving." He said and followed her into the kitchen where Dean was finishing up breakfast.

When Grant and Mia walked back in the kitchen they saw Dean standing there with a cup of coffee in his had. "Dean," Grant said and walked over to shake his hand, "Good to see you again."

"You too." Dean smiled and shook Grants hand. "How are you?"

"No complaints. So Mia tells me you are doing a little work around the house?"

"Yeah you know…just trying to help out an old friend a little." Dean smiled at her.

"Well that is very nice of you. She needs a lot done on this place. I have been telling her that for weeks now."

"She can be stubborn." Dean smiled.

"Ok you two I am right here. Let's eat before everything gets cold." Mia said and grabbed three plates from the cabinet. "I happen to love this house thank you."

Grant Laughed a little at her, "I wasn't saying it wasn't a great house, baby." He said and Dean looked over at Grant and wanted to kick his ass out the door. Mia was his baby not Grants.

"I just think it needs a little work. You paid too much for it." Grant finished.

"I will get it all fixed one day." She said and sat the plated on the table. "I am making a list now and since both you guys are so worried about it you both can fix everything." She smirked.

"Whoa I don't know about all that." Grant said and looked I Dean, "I think she is using us man." He joked.

"I think she is." Dean said and looked over at her. She was more that welcome to use him as much as she wanted.

Mia watched as Grant and Dean both took a seat at the table. Dean on one side and Grant on the other, each with a chair next to them. She didn't want to hurt either one. If she sat next to Grant Dean would think she is just trying to make him jealous and rubbing Grant in his face to prove that she was over him and they both knew she wasn't.

If she sat next to Dean then that would give him false hope and also make Grant read too much into things and she didn't want that. She wanted to make sure he knew that she and Dean were friends and that is all they would ever be. What they had was in the past. Sure there may still be a few feelings but…

"Mia…sweetie, are you going to sit down or stand there and eat?" Grant smiled.

"Oh…right." Mia grabbed her plate and walked to the end of the table and took a seat between them both. This was the best way.

"So Dean, how long you in town for?" Grant asked as he picked up a slice of bacon from his plate.

"I don't know. I was thinking about sticking around for awhile. I mean this is a really nice place to set roots." Dean smiled at Mia who looked away quickly.

"It is a nice place." She said and looked at Grant, "With nice people." She smiled at him

Dean hated the way she looked at the guy. What did Grant have that he didn't besides money? He could kick that guy's ass with one hand behind his back but that was no way to get Mia back in his arms.

"I think you will like it here." Grant said. "Mia and I had reservations for dinner tonight but I would love if you would join us. My way of welcoming you into town. What do you say?"

Mia looked at Dean then back at Grant, "I'm sure Dean has plans sweetie." She said and turned to Dean and gave him a look, "Right Dean?"

"Yeah I wouldn't want to impose on the date." He said.

"No we would love to have you. We have a table for four so feel free to bring a date if you want. Are you still seeing that girl from the bar?" Grant asked.

Dean looked at Mia who was staring at him. Maybe this would be a great plan after all, "Yeah I still talk to her."

"Well then its settle. You two can meet us at the Blake Plaza at eight tonight." Grant smiled.

"Cant wait." Dean said and winked at Mia.

Mia knew that look and he was up to no good and she knew it. Maybe this would be a good thing. He could see that she was with Grant and they were happy and there was nothing he could do to change that.

"Well I better get to work." Dean said and got up. "I'll see you later Grant and Mia thanks for breakfast."

"You're welcome."

She watched Dean as he put his plate in the sink and walked out of the room.

"Why did you invite him?" Mia asked.

"Any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Plus I'm sure he doesn't know a lot of people yet. I just want to be nice." Grant said.

"Uh huh." Mia arched her brow and crossed her arms.

"Ok and maybe I want to show you off while being my charming self." He said and leaned over and kissed her.

Mia pulled back slowly and smiled at him, "You really are a great guy you know that?"

"I try."

Dean stood outside the kitchen and listened to them talk. He was going to get her back. Mia deserved better than this guy and he was going to show her why and tonight was going to be the perfect chance.

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Mia and Grant stood outside the restaurant waiting on Dean and his date. Mia picked Grant's arm up and looked at his watch, "Well look he's already two minutes late. Looks like he's not coming come on and let's get eating." Mia went to turn around but Gran put his arm around her waist and kept her by his side.

"Did you really not want him to be here tonight?" he asked looking down at her, "Because I thought this is what friends did. They went out on dates together and they fixed up each others houses…"

"Ok…ok, no I want him here. He's a friend. Just a friend. And we should do this like you said to make him feel welcomed."

Mia's ears picked up the sound of the Impala. That engine was a sound she would never forget.

Mia was walking towards the bar when she heard an engine pull up right behind her. She turned her head to see a beautiful 67 Chevy pull up behind her and take the parking spot. And then… the most gorgeous guy she ever laid eyes on get out.

Mia bit her bottom lip staring at him. She felt so foolish just staring at him but she just couldn't take her eyes off of him.

"Hey," he said nodding to her and she bit harder on her bottom lip. The closer he got to her the sexier this man seemed to get and the hotter she seemed to be getting.

"Hi," she said.

"You sure you can handle a place like this?" he asked nodding towards the bar in front of them.

She smiled, "I can handle a lot of things. I'm a big girl, sweetheart."

Dean smiled his eyes roaming her body, "Honey you are anything but big…well except in certain areas. Why don't I buy you a drink?"

"Listen to that engine purr," said Grant.

"Yeah I know," she said with a small frown on her face seeing that blond bimbette from the other night in the passenger side.

Mia, herself, only had been in that car once. And that was the first night they met. She watched Dean being a gentleman and opening the door and the first thing that caught Mia's eyes, and it wouldn't surprise her Grants either, was the dress this slut wore.

She was wearing a purple short, satin dress that showed way too much cleavage. Mia slightly glared at her then at the hand on her waist that belonged to Dean.

"Sorry we're late," said Dean, "You know how women can be. This is Layla, Layla meet Grant and Mia."

"Nice to meet you," she said.

Mia smiled at her and felt Dean's eyes on her, "Pleasure is all ours," said Grant.

Mia looked at him and knew what he was looking at. She rolled her eyes, "Can we eat now?"

Dean smirked hearing the slight annoyed tone in her voice and she walked away. His eyes traveled her body and glared when he saw Grant wrap his arm around her.

The four waited in the lobby as Grant talked to the host. Dean saw Layla looking around so Dean took his chance to talk to Mia, "You look stunning," he whispered and she turned her head surprised.

"Uh, thanks." She smiled at him then looked at Layla, "But then again probably not as hot as your date. Maybe next time I should wear something revealing too."

Dean could hear the jealousy in her tone, "Yeah but what you're wearing makes you seem sexy. It's not too revealing but yet it I bet any man in here sees you and they are going to be checking you out more than her."

Mia licked her lips and gasped when she felt Dean's fingertips slightly brush her bare back.

"Alright our table is ready," said Grant and the host took the four over to their table.

"This is a really nice place," said Layla. She turned to Dean, "We should really come back here."

Dean couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah not on my salary baby."

Mia smirked as the four sat down. The four continued to read the menu and talk over what they want. When the waitress took their orders the table was silent for a few seconds.

"So you're a doctor right?" asked Layla turning to Grant.

"Yes I am."

"Like what kind of doctor?"

"I'm a surgeon."

"Really?" Mia scowled at Layla for fawning over Grant and being an idiot. Only Dean would pick an idiot…but then that made her think about herself. Dean had picked her…for sex though.

Layla placed her hand on his arm and her smile grew, "You must work out. Wow Mia you got yourself a man with smarts and a body."

"Yeah Mia knows how to choose them doesn't she?" asked Dean with a smirk on his face.

Mia looked at Dean and squinted her eyes. Something was up. Usually when it came to a girl he was with and found her touching or flirting with another guy he would be in that man's face and about to punch him. She remembered how he acted the first night they hooked up when a guy grabbed her ass. Dean did not like that one bit. Dean could be a jealous man when he wanted to be.

As the night progressed, dinner came and they ate finding something to talk about. She could feel Dean's eyes on her throughout the "double date." Those eyes still made her shiver and then the memories would be brought back about how he was able to just make her scream.

"Ow," said Layla making a face as she dropped her fork. The three of them looked at her.

"Are you ok baby?" asked Dean looking at her.

"Yeah I think so, I just have been having this small pain in my side all day. Nothing big." She smiled at them and went to go back to eating when she dropped her fork and held her right side.

Grant moved closer, "How long did you say this was going on for?"

"All day."

"And it's on your right side?"

"Yes."

"Alright we got to get you to the hospital." Grant stood up.

"What?" asked Mia.

"Why?" asked Dean.

"She may have appendicitis. Come on Layla. I'll take you right over to my hospital and get you prepped for surgery."

"Grant…"

"I gotta help her Mia." Grant helped Layla out of her chair, "Here," he said pulling out his credit card and handing it to her, "I'll talk to you tomorrow baby."

Dean and Mia watched as Grant helped Layla across the restaurant and disappear behind the wall.

Dean looked over at Mia as she played with the credit card and felt bad. The look on her face was something he'd seen once and it was the night he took her home.

"Mia…"

"Dean…don't ok," she looked up at him and his heart broke even more, "I'm use to people leaving me especially him. You know how many credit cards I'd given back to him because he left me alone in a restaurant or better yet stood me up because of surgery." She ran her hand through her hair. She wiped her nose and sat straight up, "Well, what do you say we go sit at the bar and use his card huh?"

Dean smirked, "Come on." He grabbed her hand and led her through the tables and up to the bar. The two took a seat and ordered their drinks.

"Would you like me to close the tab miss?" the bartender asked and Mia looked at Dean who shrugged and she smiled looking up at the bartender.

"Nope," she smiled at Dean, "We're just getting started."

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Mia was red in the face as she laughed so hard. She rested her head on Dean's shoulder and tried to breath, "Oh my God," she couldn't stop, "I haven't…laughed like that…in a long time."

Dean's laugh died down into a chuckle and rubbed her back, "Me either."

Mia took in his scent, God did she miss his scent. No Mia…NO! Grant! Grant! Grant!

Mia lifted her head from his shoulder but his warm hand never left her back. He kept rubbing soothing circles on it and she smiled.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked and she looked at him.

"Uh…" Before she could say that his hand feeling so good on her back her phone rang and Dean's hand left her body, "Hello?"

"Mia…where are you? Are you still at the restaurant?"

Mia turned to look around noticing her and Dean were the last couple in the restaurant. She looked at the clock above the bar and saw it was midnight, "Shit…Yeah I am. I'll have Dean drive me home."

"Are you sure? I can come pick you up."

"No, no, no don't go out of your way for me…how's Layla?"

"Well it wasn't her appendix she just had gas." Mia couldn't help but let out a small laugh, "But we took it out just in case. She insisted."

"Ok…I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye." Mia hung up and looked at Dean. "Layla had gas."

Dean shook his head a chuckle escaping his mouth, "She is a drama queen."

"Well…could you take me home?"

"Yeah come on."

The two walked out of the restaurant and out to his car and that's when Mia realized she was about to get her second ride in the car.

The car ride was quiet all the way to Mia's. Mia was just staring out the window as Dean drove.

He pulled up to her house and put his baby in park. She looked at Dean with a smile, "Thanks." She placed her hand on the door handle but Dean stopped her.

"Mia…wait…"

She turned to look at him, "Yeah?"

"We had fun right?" He searched her eyes, "Together?"

"Course we did-"

"Then we can do it all the time right? I mean Mia me and you talked for hours tonight. Something we only did before like once maybe twice hell three times at the most when we were whatever we were."

"Dean don't this…we had a nice evening-"

"Damn it Mia! You don't deserve someone that leaves you all the time! You deserve someone that will be there for you and not leave you at the damn alter because he has an emergency liposuction to get to!"

"Oh and let me guess you're that guy right? You're Mr. Wonderful who is going to sweep me off my fucking feet? I highly doubt that! I really do!" She got out of the car and slammed the door. Dean watched her walk up her steps and slam her front door.

Dean slammed his hands onto the steering wheel pissed at himself. He should have waited a couple more days to say that to her.

Authors Note: One of the longest chapters we've written for this story :D. We hope you all like! Things are about to get interesting. Please review!