The house was quiet Monday morning when Dean woke up. Karl was to start his new job this day so of course he had left early. The door to Grace's room was opened and she wasn't in there.

He took a shower and got dressed. The house was deserted when he came downstairs and he quickly loaded up with a bowl of cereal before going outside to search for her. He knew she had to be around somewhere.

He walked straight to the fish pond and stopped to enjoy the little show she unknowingly was putting on. It was like she heard music inside her head and stood there swaying and dancing a little. The white dress she had worn the Sunday eight days before when he arrived was on her body again. The gentle breeze made her hair flow a bit and she truly looked like an angel in that moment. She slowly twirled around and stopped with an embarrassed look on her face when she noticed him.

"Don't mind me, angel, I'm just enjoying the show," he grinned.

She hurried towards the tree and picked up his book from the ground. With her cheeks still red, she walked over and handed it to him.

"Did you finish it?" He asked.

She nodded and stuck her thumb up.

"Yeah, it was good? I'm halfway through it but I like it," he said. "Anyway, you dancing like that made me think of a song. Come on."

He took her hand and they walked back to the house. He ran upstairs to get his laptop and then downstairs again where she was waiting in the living room. Shortly after a slow song started with a male singer. She furrowed her brows, never having heard the song before.

"The band never really took off," he said. "They're called Broken Door and the song is called Angel. It reminds me of you."

He walked over to her and pulled her close.

"Dance with me," he said.

She leaned her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. It wasn't really dancing, more just swaying a bit from side to side while holding each other close. She listened to his heartbeat while taking in the lyrics from the song. It seemed that Dean knew exactly what was going on inside her head and how to reach her. He made everything more easy. Too soon the song ended and she tilted her head up and looked at him with begging eyes.

"You wanna hear it again?" He laughed.

She broke into a wide smile and he walked over to the laptop to press play again before taking her in his arms again. He kind of wished she would want to hear it over and over just so he could continue standing with her like that. When the song ended the second time, they broke apart and he took a look down at the white dress again.

"Are you ever gonna wear that skirt I bought you?" He asked teasingly.

She shrugged her shoulders, honestly not knowing if she would.

"One day," he winked. "And you better show it to me when you do."

Karl returned home around dinner time and he was one happy man. He constantly talked about his new job and how great it was while they all devoured the roastbeef Grace had cooked. After dinner Karl and Dean went into the living room to talk while she retreated upstairs.

"So how did things go today?" Karl asked.
"Really good," Dean answered.
"What did you do?" Karl asked.

Dean knew Karl was drilling him on purpose but he refused to give in and feed any of Karl's unwanted ideas.

"We talked a bit about books and music," Dean answered.
"You talked?" Karl raised a brow.
"Not all talks have to be with words. You know that by now. You said it yourself the day I arrived. She has her own silent way to communicate. I actually understand her way better than most women," Dean said.

Dean broke up around 11 PM and walked upstairs. When he passed Grace's room, he heard soft music coming from inside. He leaned his ear against the door and broke out into a smile when he recognized the Angel song he had played for her.

The days went by more or less the same and way too fast for Dean to follow. She was just so easy to be around and even though she didn't speak at all, he understood her. There was never an awkward moment with her. For each day that passed, he felt they got closer together and he got to know her better. The song Angel had become their little thing, swaying to it once everyday. It was Wednesday, in the middle of the second week without Karl around, that they were interrupted in the middle of the song.

"This looks cozy," AJ said.

They broke apart and stared at the sheriff that had walked into the house without knocking. Dean didn't know how close Karl and AJ were but it seemed to him like AJ overstepped his boundaries by doing so.

"You know they invented the door bell years ago, right?" He asked.
"Karl doesn't mind me walking in here," AJ said.
"But Karl's not here right now," Dean reminded him. "What do you want?"
"Not that it's any of your business since you're just a guest here but I came to check up on Grace like I often do. You'll learn soon enough that I'm often around," AJ moved his eyes from Dean to Grace. "So how are you, Grace?"

She stuck her thumb up and AJ nodded.

"Good to hear. Would you be a dear and make me a cup of coffee while I have a word with Dean?" He asked.

She nodded and walked out in the kitchen while AJ walked up to Dean.

"Karl's worried about her so he asked me to keep my eyes on her," he said.
"And by that you mean keeping your eyes on me, right?" Dean asked.
"That depends," AJ said. "What did I just walk in on?"
"Dancing," Dean said.
"Dancing? You looked pretty close to me," AJ said.
"It's a slow song," Dean said. "You don't need to spy on me. Karl already made his point of view clear but I'm not gonna be cold towards her. I talk to her and interact with her like a normal human being. What's so wrong about that?"

AJ took a step back and put on a smile.

"Nothing's wrong with that, I suppose. Not as long as you're just friends," he said. "You should go out more, Dean. Get to know our town and our women a little bit more. There's a lot of single women around and you look like a man who could use a bit of sweet loving."

AJ winked but Dean felt torn about those words. He both agreed and disagreed with what AJ was saying so he chose the safe way and just nodded.

"Great!" AJ smiled. "Now how about that coffee."
"Yeah, coffee," Dean croaked.

They walked out in the kitchen where Grace was pouring freshly brewed coffee in three cups. She handed them around and leaned up against the countertop while looking at the two men. The silence was thick and awkward while they drank their coffee.

"That was great as always," AJ put his cup down.

He walked over and kissed her cheek, his eyes sending a direct message to Dean while doing so. He was watching the guest in Karl's house closely. Dean just looked back. He hadn't done anything wrong but if Karl and AJ needed to roll their muscles around him to feel bigger and better, he would let them. They didn't intimidate him.