Later that night, I called Molly. I was exhausted and just about to go to bed. The next day, Dean and I would be telling Bobby and Sam about us.

"Hey! Thanks for holding out on me! Why the hell did it take you this long to get back to me?" Molly exclaimed as she finally picked up the phone.

"I was uh… a little preoccupied last night," I replied, in a soft voice.

"Oh my GOD, he stayed over? I told you that you needed to wear something sexy! Of course he jumped your bones," Molly exclaimed.

"No! We didn't have sex. We just… slept. We had a couple of glasses of wine, talked, and then ended up falling asleep that's all," I clarified.

"Uh huh," Molly replied, unconvinced.

"Well, there's more," I started.

"I knew it!" she squealed.

"Not like that!" I exclaimed back, giggling. "So I ended up inviting him to chaperone the field trip to the museum with my kids today and then he stayed with us back at the classroom until school was over. He played red rover with them and, oh God, he's great with the kids, Molly. They loved him! He even let them all attack him! It was so cute."

"Aw," she said.

"Yeah… I've got it so bad, Molly," I sighed.

"Meredith, relax. You guys have been here before. You're just adults now and he'll go away on the road a lot more often than when he did in high school. Nothing's really changed," she said.

"I think we've both changed a lot…" I trailed off.

"Yeah, but you love each other and that's all that matters," Molly reassured.

"I just haven't felt this way in a long time. Not even with Henry did I feel this strongly about him… I was always doubting, always second guessing. With Dean I just want to jump in head first. I guess that's why I'm playing opposite impulse and asking him to take things slowly… so we don't screw it up," I analyzed.

"I think so too," Molly replied.

I took a deep breath. Molly was right. I needed to chill out and let things happen the way that they were meant to happen.

~3rd Person POV~

Dean got back to Bobby's and Sam was waiting for him in the living room.

"You were out all day," Sam said.

"Yeah, good to know, Captain obvious," Dean replied, trying to go upstairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" Sam asked.

"What're you my wife?" Dean asked back, annoyed.

"Dean, one day you're barely talking to anyone and then the next you're sneaking off and keeping secrets? How am I supposed to react?" Sam asked.

"Just trust me," Dean replied. "Sammy, you have nothing to be worried about. I'm fine. I'm great, even!" Dean stepped on the first step, hoping that Sam would pick up on the fact that he wanted to go upstairs and be left alone.

"What's going on with you? You're acting so weird," Sam noticed.

"Nothing, nothing. You'll find tomorrow… I guess," Dean shrugged. Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm uh, just going to go shower. See ya, Sammy." Dean knew that Sam wouldn't bother him if he was in the shower. Instead of going into the bathroom, Dean went into his room and collapsed on his bed. He pulled out his phone and sent Meredith a quick text.

Dean: I've been thinking about you all day.

Meredith: You were with me all day.

Dean: So? I've still been thinking about you. So what're you wearing?

As soon as Meredith received the text she rolled her eyes and shook her head. That was typical Dean – but that's what she loved about him. He always knew how to make her laugh, even if it was a terrible joke, or a sexual innuendo.

Meredith: Does a dirty text message count as slow?

Dean: It does for now.

Meredith: You're a piece of work you know that?

Dean: Yeah, in bed.

Meredith: Speaking of bed, I should probably get to sleep. I have nothing to do tomorrow but no reason in staying up. I have the morning to sleep in too.

Dean: Already?

Meredith: Yes. It's not that early, Dean! It's eleven thirty!

Dean: And you're already tired?

Meredith: Someone kept me up last night.

Dean: YEAH I did ;).

Dean sat back on his bed, waiting for a reply from Meredith. He opened the drawer to the night table that looked all too familiar. Wasn't this Meredith's in high school? Wedged between the area right in the middle of the drawer and the side was a paper strip of photo film. He looked at the pictures. They were the pictures of him and Meredith's first kiss in the mall the day after the Stephen incident.

He smiled to himself. Meredith had never let him see the pictures and finally, after all these years, he was looking at them. They were great. The first few were playful and sweet and the other three was the kiss. God, he loved her so much back in high school. He hadn't felt the same way about a woman since. Sure had fallen in love with another woman – Cassie – but it wasn't the same. Meredith made him want to do crazy things just because he could. In ways they were so different, but they just clicked on some level. It was weird though. She said she wanted to take it slow but yet it felt like nothing had ever changed. They had already exchanged 'I love you's' and things felt like they were moving pretty fast. His phone buzzed as he received a reply from her.

Meredith: I'm going to bed now.

Dean: Can I join you?

Meredith: No.

Dean: You know what? I'm not tired. Maybe I'll hit up a bar. I do like liquor… and frisky women.

Meredith: And I like sleeping naked. Goodnight, Dean.

Dean smiled and shook his head as he opened this text message. He read it over again, "Damn she's good."

Dean: Damn you're good. Goodnight.

~End 3rd Person POV~

The next night, I had gone over to Bobby's to have dinner with him and the Winchesters. Dean and I were planning on telling them about us at dinner tonight. I arrived at the place and they were all waiting for me. Dinner was ready.

"Sorry, am I late?" I asked, worriedly. I sat down quickly.

"No, we're just a little early. You're right on time," Bobby said.

"Thanks," I said as he handed me a plate of food. "I'm going to get some water, if that's okay." I still had a hard time remember that I didn't live here anymore. "Damn, I keep forgetting that I don't live here."

"Help yourself, Mer," Bobby said. I came back with my glass of water, sitting back down next to Dean.

"So… how's everyone?" I asked. Damn, that was mad awkward.

"Fine," Sam murmured.

"Well," Bobby said back.

"Bobby, this is great," Dean complimented.

Why was this dinner so awkward? No one was saying much at all. Was this what most dinners were like? I shifted in my chair uncomfortably.

"You know, we're actually going to get back out on the road in a couple of days. Dean's car is almost done and I think I'm on to something. I think I have our next case," Sam announced, proudly. Since when did Sam become the eager hunter? That was Dean's job.

"Oh, that's… great," I said. Dean shot me an apologetic glance and I just shook my head to tell him it was fine. He and I both knew that this was going to be a part of our relationship if we were trying something again. I needed to get used to it quickly.

"Yeah, it's about time you boys got out of my house. You've been here for too damn long," Bobby grumbled. We all chuckled a little.

"So uh, Bobby, Sam, there's uh, something that Dean and I want to tell you," I started. I could tell that this awkward dinner was only going to get more awkward.

"You have something to tell us? Together? Well, this can't be good," Bobby asked. Uh oh. That was not a good sign!

"Yeah," Dean said back.

I was having flashbacks from high school when we had to tell both Bobby and John that we were not only going to homecoming together, but also were dating.

Sam shot Dean a funny look, "What could the two of you possibly have to- oh!"

"All I'm saying, is she better not be pregnant," Bobby said.

"What? No!" I exclaimed. Dean and I exchanged glances and laughed it off. "No, Bobby. It's definitely not that. I've been thinking a lot lately and Dean and I talked it over… last night."

"We want to try something… again," Dean finally said. Both Bobby and Sam stopped whatever they were doing and looked back at us.

"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, we can't exactly stick around all the time and Dean… I know how you get out on the road," Sam said. Right, I had almost forgotten that Dean was a born womanizer.

"We're going to try and make it work. And that's a different story. It's not like I was attached then," Dean said.

"Ooh, 'then'. He's a changed man, Meredith," Sam teased.

"Dude!" Dean exclaimed and I just laughed.

Bobby sighed, "What about demons?"

"It's not like we're hunting together. I'm here. I won't get in his way," I replied.

Bobby sighed once more and then looked Dean dead straight in the eye, "You hurt her again boy, and demons won't be the only thing you have to worry about. It's fine with me… but under my roof, you keep your hands to yourself."

"What about her hands?" Dean asked. Bobby scowled and I elbowed him in the ribcage. Sam and I exchanged glances. "Kidding. That was a… joke."

"I'm cool with it," Sam shrugged. "As long as I don't have to hear you whine about how much you miss her out on the road, I'm cool."

"Dude, I don't do that," Dean defended himself.

Under the table, he held my hand, rubbing his thumb over mine. I smiled and wished that I could be closer to him right now.

After dinner, Dean and I went up to his room to talk. Dean closed the door and immediately pulled me in for a long, passionate kiss.

"Hey, what happened to Bobby's rule about keeping your hands to yourself?" I asked, teasingly.

"He never said anything about mouths," Dean smirked.

I giggled, "So that went pretty well I think. I think it was awkward, yes, but they're both okay with it. Even though things are… you know, complicated. You're some place different every night and… have a problem keeping your hands to yourself-."

"I do not!" Dean defended.

"Please, let's not pretend that I can't tell. I know we haven't really seen each other but in high school, when you finally came back, the first think you wanted to do was lose your virginity. I can just tell by the way that you kiss me that you've definitely been… in practice," I replied.

"So?" he asked, pushing me down on the bed and climbing on top of me. I looked up at him. God, I wanted him so bad but we had said we were going to take things slow. Plus if we did it in Bobby's house he'd probably kill us.

"You're a born womanizer, that's all I'm saying," I said, shrugging. He brushed his lips over mine, teasing me.

"Look, Mer, you know I wouldn't cheat you, right?" he asked, pulling away a little.

"Yeah," I replied.

"You're more than a one night stand to me," he said.

"Aw, thanks," I said, sarcastically. "I'm kidding. Huh, Dean Winchester the great conqueror is tied down in a relationship."

"I've done it before!" he whined.

I giggled, "Look, I don't want to be just another one of your conquests. That's why I want to take it slow with you. I want to make this work."

"Well it's a little hard when you refuse to be conquered," he teased. I giggled and he leaned down and kissed me once. "Oh, I found something of yours that I think you'd be interested in." Dean got off of me and went over to the desk in the room. I sat up on the bed.

"What is it?" I asked.

"These," he said, returning to me. He sat on the edge of the bed while I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind him and looked over his shoulder.

"Oh my God," I gasped, seeing the little pictures we had from the photo booth in the mall when we were sixteen.

"Yeah, I found them in the drawer," he said.

"Huh. Oh, I almost forgot. Emmie, one of the little girls in my class made you something. She told me to give it to you," I said, pulling something out of my purse.

Dean raised an eyebrow and I showed him the macaroni bracelet.

"Aw, that's sweet," he said. "You class really liked me?"

"Yes," I said back. "Here." I took his hand and tied the bracelet around his wrist. "Now you'll always think of yesterday when you see it."

Dean smiled at me, "I love you, you know that?" It really felt like things had just picked up back where we had left off in high school. Was that weird? I wanted to take things slow but we had already admitted love... Was that moving too fast? Should we have waited on the 'I love you' part?

"I kind of like you too," I teased. He chuckled a deep laugh and leaned in, kissing me. I kissed him back. "Mmm, I don't want to you leave."

"I don't want to leave either. Sorry for not telling you. I wanted to, I just wanted to find the right time. I didn't think Sam would say anything," Dean said.

I shrugged, "You're fine. Hey, I should get going. It's getting late and I promise a friend that I'd meet her for coffee early tomorrow."

"You could always just stay tonight," Dean said, seductively. I didn't want to give in but I was so tempted.

"I don't know, Bobby might-," I started.

"Bobby doesn't have to know," Dean replied.

"Bobby would know when he saw my car in the driveway in the middle of the night," I pointed out.

"Damn," Dean said.

"Let me make you a deal. You let me go tonight and tomorrow night I'm yours. You can come over. We can watch a movie or something and if you're so insistent on it, you can stay over," I said back.

Dean thought for a moment, "Okay, works for me."

I smiled, "I thought it would."