Back To You

By: ezzymay12

October 3, 2009 :Dean

Detention

2:40

Dean could not believe it he was stuck in detention with Mia Rose. He sighed tapping the tip of his pen impatiently on the wooden surface of his desk, staring hopefully at the plain round clock above the board. After finding he had a good 40 minutes he let his eyes drift down toward the female in front of him. Mia's glossy black waves tumbled down her back and sprawled out across her smooth shoulders.

He suddenly felt an urged to touch her, to see if her hair was still as silky as he recalled or if her reactions were the same to his touch as he remembered. Without another thought he reached up to poke her upper back. She jolted in her seat and turned to him.

"What?" Mia hissed gazing at the stunning male behind her. Dean bit his lip in the most sexy, utterly adorable way she could imagine and glanced at the clock once more.

"In 4 minutes Baldy there is going to the bathroom and if your feeling the way I am, when he's gone we will be as well." Dean informed his expression daring her to join in the escape.

"How do you know he's going to the bathroom?" She questioned furrowing her eye brows in confusion.

"You think I have not received enough detentions to know the old man's routine by heart." Dean said as a statement more than a question. Mia rolled her caramel eyes. Tilting her head to the side.

"Should have guessed."

"Exactly babe your not getting rusty on me are you?" Dean laughed glancing back to the clock.

"Five, four, three, two, one." Dean counted eyes locked to Mia's in a knowing look. And the elderly man rose from his chair readjusted his hearing aide and exited the door. As the door shut Dean stood clasping Mia's petite hands to pull her up and smiled reassuringly.

Suddenly the door opened and the old male bustled through. Dean released Mia's hands and his eyes shot up in surprise. The man's eyes locked to Dean's up right form.

"Young man?" The grandfather questioned.

"Sharpening a pencil sir." Dean replied, a false grin on his masculine features.

"Very well, well I'll be right back I expect you to behave." He demanded sternly readjusting his glasses. Then once again exited the room. Dean chuckled at Mia's frazzled face and swiftly pulled her from her seat.

"Whoa there I never said I was going!" she refused falling back into her a waiting chair. He rolled his eyes.

"Mia we don't have time for this, just come with me. I mean if you do come with me we could just tell Zoë we were going over stuff for work. Then you won't have to tell her you got a detention." he urged.

"And why did I get that detention…oh yea some careless ass hole held me in an equipment closet, now I remember!" Mia fought keeping her eyes from his.

"Jesus Mia you ripped your fucking pants, now lets get out of here! I'm not leaving without you."

"Why not?"

"Fuck I don't know, I'm just not." Dean fussed taking her hand and rushing her to the window. Mia struggled against his strong hold as he continued.

"Never could take no for an answer could you golden boy." Mia mumbled. Dean looked back at her over his shoulder in a reprimanding glance.

"Just jump through the damn window." Dean nudged her lower back. She narrowed her eyes and lifted her skinny jean clad leg through the open space. Then clasping Deans firm hands she slipped the other leg through and dropped to the soft grass below. Dean followed after her and landed with a unusual smile upon his handsome face.

"Why so happy?" she inquired straitening out her peach colored top. He was happy because she came, though there was some resistance, she still came with him. That's all he wanted. She may hate him, be this gave him some hope.

"Nothing beautiful." Dean replied uncovering his keys from his pocket and heading toward his black 67 impala. Dean mused inwardly at this, knowing his name for her would bring back memories she would soon fight to keep hidden.

"No, your not calling me beautiful, I'll let you call me babe, honey, but beautiful is too much." she moaned running up to his side. There was his feisty little Mia.

"Ahh so your coming with me." Dean mused looking too the angle beside him. Mia's hand tightened the hold on her bag as she looked to her feet. He completely disregarded her plead.

"Well yea, yea that was the plan…"she confessed her insecurity sparking Dean's thought.

Dean lowered his head to her ear. "Then this should be fun." he whispered huskily his lips just barely touching her ear. As they approached his car he leaned up and winked one sapphire orb. Mia looked up to him as they rounded the car, her on the passenger side and he the driver.

His pair of ocean deep orbs connected to hers as she continued playing with her ring. Her heart jolted at the feeling of his eyes burning into hers. Mia quickly looked away but still felt his intense stare bore into her body.

Dean smiled and slid into the impala. Mia slide in after readjusting her bag from her shoulder to sit by her feet. Dean knew this would be something for her, she had not been in this car for two years now.

He watched her stunning eyes survey the car and then return to his features. She bit her ruby bottom lip.

"It's still as clean as I remember…" She inhaled deeply and let out a light laugh under her breath. Dean smiled.

"What?"

Mia looked up to him and then back down to hide her eyes, he could always read what she was thinking if he could see her eyes.

"It just…it smells like you." she mumbled.

Dean revved up the car and started to back out. "You remember when you told me you thought I was the most appealing and charming guy you had ever met?" he asked. Overly emphasizing on the compliments directed to himself.

Mia looked out the window.

"No." Dean laughed she remember completely. So he continued.

"I'm guessing those feelings are still there….am I correct?" She never turned to his gaze too fearful of what he might see in her face.

"Dean, no. Ok I'm not about to melt into your dirty little hands like every other chick does at your first clever wording's appearance." Mia exclaimed finally turning to the godly boy next to her. His cerulean orbs flashed to hers than returned to the road with a subtle smirk on his lips. He was enjoying this.

"So your saying there is no sexual attraction or tension what so ever between us…?" Dean inquired milking the subject.

"None." Mia lied her tiny hands clenching the seat.

"Hmmm ok then if I were to lets say kiss you or brush my hand across your cheek you would have no reaction at all?" He paused the car at a red light. Mia gulped.

"No reaction at all I promise you." Mia's voice squeaked at the last word from thoughts of kissing Dean invading her mind. He chuckled knowing all too well when Mia was lying.

As Dean waited for the light to turn he stared at the nervous girl before him. Since this was an old car there was no separation in between their seats, it gave him full ability to slide her over to him. But he didn't, he figured he could test his theory later when he did not have to drive. Then as if the light was working off his thoughts it changed and he speeded down the road to his destined surprise for Mia.

After some silence she spoke.

"But we would never kiss anyway so there's no need to test….I mean I hate you." She justified, desperate to prove she was fully in control with him…despite his impeccable ability to lure women with his intellect and gorgeous body.

Dean's expression changed dramatically at this. As his hands squeezed the steering wheel as an angry almost empty look crossed his face.

"Damn it Mia when can we move past this! I want you to be mine again. I need you in my life, ok, can we ever move on! Ever stop this fighting and these games." he fumed. He stunning eyes turning to an icy blue fire as they flashed to her face. He could see tears building in her eyes. He moaned he hated when she cried, it killed him.

"It's not that fucking simple Dean!" she whispered gasping for breath as she held the tears from cascading down her rose petal cheeks. "I needed you and you were gone…you promised you'd never leave me, that you'd stand by me and you failed horribly!" She yelled the tears now flowing down her cheeks as she revisited her past. She inhaled a sharp breath. "You don't even know the whole story." she sighed.

"Well will you ever let me? Will you ever let me in again, tell me it? I've done every damn thing I could think of!" He roared. "Fuck…you don't even know the whole story either Mia, so don't be so god damn smug because there is plenty you missed out on!"

"Oh yea well then clue me in!" She posed fierce ebony flames in her eyes. He looked to her than turned into a her driveway.

"You know what, what I had to tell you that night does not even matter anymore Mia." He muttered. Sadness in his voice at the painful memory of his broken heart. She winced and turned to forcefully open the door and shot out of his car and stood waiting. He groaned.

"What Mia, what do you want from me?"

"You, I want you back. The Dean I once knew."

"Yea well he left a long time ago when the woman that held his heart told him it was over." Dean watched hoping for her to give him something anything….to numb the pain. He stared at the woman through his rolled down window, her navy jeans and peach top. Then her face, the epiphany of beauty to him; her mocha eyes were wet from the tears, face flushed, and her lush lips were parted. She was a mess en yet the most stunning creature to ever live.

"I have to go." she whispered and ran into the tiny yellow Victorian home.

"Mia!" He called his hand reaching to her. Watching her disappear was like a knife stabbing him once again. He held his head in his hands feeling a head ache emerge. This was not what he had planned.