Author's Note:Mature chapter ahead! Just a warning


"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do. Yeah, and they were all yellow…"

Ethan, Sam, and Dean were chatting away while I was just enjoying everyone's company. I sat there holding Dean's hand while the boys talked about, well, I think they were talking about sports. I wasn't paying enough attention. I was too caught up in my head. There was that great warm fuzzy feeling that I couldn't ignore. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andrea go behind the counter.

"Now, just where do you think you're going?" I asked, getting out of my seat and following her behind the counter.

"We need more ice. I was just going to go get some," Andrea started, innocently.

"No! It's your birthday! Let me do it!" I declared.

"Meredith-," Andrea pouted. I knew I was being obnoxious about her not doing any labor on her birthday and that it was killing her, but she'd thank me later. She was always running the cafe or doing things for other people and it was about time she had a break; whether she liked it or not.

"I will get this ice. Don't worry about it," I said.

"In those shoes?" Andrea asked, pointing down to my high heels.

"Oh, I'll survive. And I won't take no for an answer. Ethan, come help me with the ice. Andrea, go enjoy your party. Please," I begged.

"Yes, ma'am. She sure is bossy, huh," Andrea said, directing her last comment to Dean. Dean chuckled and nodded.

"I can still hear you!" I called. Ethan followed me back into the kitchen area to refill the ice bowls.

~3rd Person POV~

"You're serious about this, this time? No funny business… no messing around, right?" Andrea asked Dean. Andrea had wanted to talk to Dean ever since Meredith had told her that they had started dating again and now was her chance. She just wanted to be careful so that Meredith didn't get hurt this time around like she did the last time.

Dean nodded and took a sip of his beer, "Yes, I'm serious about this. I stayed away because Caleb asked me to. Coming back after her graduation was not a good idea on my part. It was foolish but… I'm back for good now." Andrea's mood lightened up. She smiled as she could tell how serious Dean really was about Meredith. They were in love – everyone knew that.

"Good, good. You know, I think one of the reasons she likes you so much is because you remind her of Caleb," Andrea chuckled a little.

"How so?" Dean asked, curiously. Dean tensed up a little. Caleb was kind of a douche bag. Dean wondered how he was like Caleb...

"Well, the two of you of you are stubborn as hell for starters. You want what's best for Meredith and you won't take no for an answer no matter how she feels about it. You… handle things in similar ways," Andrea observed.

"Huh. I uh, never really thought about it, I guess," Dean mumbled.

It almost worried him because her father had been the main source of her pain throughout her life. He was always leaving and he had hurt her so much by either his lack of absence of the ways that he screwed up. And the time he came back to drop off Sawyer, the two of them had fought constantly. It made him think about the time where he and Meredith had seen each other for the first time after all these years. Although they had their hello, after that, they had screamed eat each other a lot of the time. Dean didn't want to be that guy for her. He didn't want to be the one that hurt her again.

"They always say you marry your father. Hell, I know I did. I think that's why fathers always hate their daughter's husbands. They see too much of themselves in them," Andrea said.

Dean took another swig of his beer and thought over what Andrea had said. He scrambled to think of something to say back to her but he had nothing. Luckily, Meredith returned just in time, she and Ethan laughing at something. He smiled when he saw her. She lit up the room for him. He loved that smile, that laugh, and man did she look hot.

"Hey, you look pensive," Meredith observed, seeing Dean. "Anything on your mind?"

"Nope. Just how hot you look," Dean replied, whispering it in her ear.

"Oh yeah?" she smirked. Dean's hands tangled with hers as she leaned closer to him. Dean sat on the stool, making the height difference a little bit less. He wanted to badly to take her upstairs and rip off her clothes but he wanted to respect her decision to take things slow. Ugh, but why did she have to make it hard? "Well, as much as I'd love for you to tell me, I should probably go around and make sure all of the guests are well before Andrea does."

"They're probably fine! Stay with me," Dean said, seductively. He tried to fight his urges, but his upstairs brain and down stairs brain were screaming two different things. "Besides, she likes doing all of that and I think you've done enough."

"I wish I could but I'm sort of supposed to be hosting this party. I can't just disappear," I said, reluctantly pulling away. Dean just cut her off and kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue in her mouth. Dean pulled her in close to him abruptly and she stumbled in closer to him. The two laughed in between kisses but he continued the passionate and public liplock. Meredith, pulled away, blushing.

"What?" Dean asked.

"People are starting to stare," she pointed out, chuckling a little.

"So? Let them stare," he said, his thumbs rubbing against her waist. His hands traveled lower, then higher and then lower again, traveling up and down her sides.

~End 3rd Person POV~

"Your skin, Oh yeah, your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful. And you know, you know I love you so. You know I love you so…"

Dean kissed me hungrily and I could tell that he wanted me. Truth was, this whole taking things slow was driving me a little up the wall, especially with this now. He was not helping at the moment, touching me and kissing me like this. I had a plan.

"Okay, okay! Dean!" I shrieked. I pushed his hands off of my hips and held them in mine, our fingers tangling together. He laughed. I could tell that he was amused. He was amused because he knew he was winning. But oh, would revenge be so sweet.

"I can't help myself tonight. You're so hot," he groaned.

I laughed, rolling my eyes playfully, "Okay. Let me go around and say hi to everyone first. Then we're probably doing cake so we'll stick around, eat a piece. We can even split a piece to make it faster. Then… what do you say head out early and then go back to Bobby's… maybe… hang out a bit."

"Why Bobby's?" Dean asked.

"Because, I left some stuff over there and I don't know, I just thought we could uh, watch a movie, hang out in your room, or something," I replied, mischievously.

"What're you up to?" Dean asked, suspiciously.

"Nothing!" I replied. "Gotta go. I'll see you during cake." I leaned in and gave Dean a quick kiss before finally going to go mingle with the guests and thank everyone for coming. After all, I had to be a polite hostess if I was going to leave early.

Once we finally brought out the cake, all of the guests sang to Andrea. She was really happy with the party. She blew out all the candles and then we started serving cake. Like I had said we would, Dean and I ended up sharing a piece of cake.

Ethan, Sam, Dean, and I all sat up at the counter, enjoying cake.

"Wow, I never thought I'd see you two again. Sam, you shot up!" Ethan exclaimed.

"Yeah, I did do some growing," Sam chuckled.

"Hey, you've got some icing on your lip," Dean noticed.

I blushed, "Oh, that's… embarrassing." I tried to wipe it off but Dean just chuckled.

"No it's cute," Dean said. And I laughed a little. "Here, I got it. He then leaned in and kissed me, slowly and romantically.

"You are so cheesy," I said, pulling away and smiling at him.

"Wow, you two really are back together. I'm getting that weird déjà vu feeling," Ethan said.

"Yeah, half the time I have to remind myself that I'm twenty two and not twelve years old," Sam replied.

"They have that effect on people. Oh hey, I just got a call. It's work. I'll be right back," Ethan said before letting himself out.

"Oh, okay," I said back.

"Hi, Meredith?" I heard a voice ask. I looked up to see none other than the blonde girl from the café the other day.

"Blake?" I asked back.

"Yeah! Hi, how are you? Great party," she replied.

"Oh thanks. I'm well, and yourself?" I asked back.

"Good, thanks. Thanks for inviting me by the way. I know that I'm new to the café and stuff…" she trailed off.

"Oh, no! You're part of the family, now! Of course," I said, giving her a friendly smile.

"Thanks," she replied.

"Oh, sorry! I'm being rude! This is Blake. Blake, this is my boyfriend, Dean," I introduced. Her eyes widened as she saw him.

"THE Dean?" she asked.

Dean raised his eyebrows and looked over at me. He smirked, "Well, yeah, I guess I am THE Dean."

I smacked Dean's chest playfully with my hand, "Don't mind him."

"Oh my God, it's so nice to finally meet you," she said.

"Uh, you too," Dean replied, a little weirded out that she knew him but flattered because, well, Dean loved every compliment he got.

"Sorry, I'm uh, I should probably get going but it was good seeing you guys. My parents want me home soon," Blake said.

I nodded, "Alright, I'll see you around."

"You too. Nice to meet you Dean," she said, blushing a little. I didn't blame her. He had that effect on women.

"You too," he replied. Once Blake was gone, Dean looked over at me and wiggled his eyebrows. "THE Dean, huh?"

"She read my diary, okay?" I defended.

"Wait, what diary?" he asked.

"The one I kept in high school. I had Andrea keep in when I was in college and I totally forgot that it was still stored in here. She stumbled upon it in the back room or something when she started working here," I explained.

"Wait, you kept a diary?" Dean asked, still in shock.

"Yes! Why is it such a big deal?" I asked back.

"Well, am I in it?" he asked.

"Of course! You were then and are now a big part of my life," I replied.

"What is it say about me?" Dean asked, curiously.

"I can't tell you that!" I replied.

"Why not?" Dean whined.

"Oh my God," I said, shaking my head. He was not getting answers on this one. "Hey, I'm done with the cake if you are. Do you want to get out of here?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah to go 'hang out' at Bobby's?" Dean asked.

"Bobby and Sam'll be home in a couple of hours after us anyways. I thought maybe we could watch a movie or something," I shrugged.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean said.

I got all of my stuff from my room upstairs at the café before Dean and I got into the Impala and drove off to Bobby's. Dean parked the car but didn't budge. He just sat there and so did I.

"So," Dean started, turning towards me.

"So," I said back. Dean bit his bottom lip.

"I've been waiting all night, and there are so many things I want to do to you right now, baby," he said, a little above a whisper. His eyes scanned my body and the flickered back and forth from my eyes and my lips. He leaned in and kissed me, hungrily. I returned the kiss for only a short period of time before pulling away. Dean groaned.

"Good things come to boys who wait," I whispered seductively, before going out of the car. Dean followed me, making sure the lock the Impala. Dean followed me up the stairs to his room at Bobby's.

"Hey, so I think I'm going to change into something more comfortable. God, these heels are killing me." I stepped out of my shoes, my feet aching.

"Do you have to?" Dean groaned.

"Mhm," I said. "Trust me. You'll like it. Just wait here and… pick a movie or something." I could tell that Dean was about to drop dead from sexual frustration when I left him.

"Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful, And you know, for you I'd bleed myself dry…"

I disappeared into my old room that I had in high school that Bobby still kept up. I put my stuff down and spotted my papers on the bed. In the bathroom, I had stored my shopping bag because I knew that Bobby wouldn't look there. My trip to Victoria's Secret had really been on a whim but I had stopped by and ended up buying something because I knew that Dean was coming home – just in case. I wanted to take it slowly, but after tonight, I knew that that wasn't going to happen. I wanted him and he wanted me. It was as simple as that and honestly, I was tired of waiting.

I removed my dress and left my thigh high stockings on. I changed into the lingerie that I had bought and then wrapped the black, silk, thigh length kimono around my body. I ruffled my hands through my hair as I looked in the mirror one last time. I took a deep breath to calm the nerves. I kept telling myself that I had no reason to be nervous and that we had done this many times… but that was high school. Things were different now. We were different. Sure, we felt the same, but we were different people now. We were adults. We had been with other people. In a way, this was new for us.

I quietly made my way back to Dean's room. He heard my footsteps and began to say something, "Hey, so I picked out-," Dean started, but then stopped mid-sentence as he saw me. "Oh that's just not fair."

"What's not fair, baby? You don't like it?" I asked, seductively. I let the sleeve of the silk kimono fall off of my shoulder, revealing one strap of my bustier.

"Um," Dean gulped, putting his hands behind his head.

"I think what wouldn't be fair is this," I said, slowly walking towards Dean.

I pushed him down on the bed so that he was sitting down on it. I untied the kimono and let it fall to the floor, revealing what was underneath. I bit my lips as I saw the look on Dean's face. He was looking me up and down like a kid in a candy store. He had the innocent, cute look on his face like he didn't know what to do with himself. I took his hand from off the bed and balanced my leg on the bed, next to him, guiding his hand up to the top of my stocking. I helped him pull the stocking off. I watched as Dean watched the stocking guide down my leg and fall of. He returned back to me, still overwhelmed.

"Dean," I said, crawling on to his lap, straddling him.

"Yes?" he asked back.

"I want you now," were the four words that I said back to him. And that seemed to get him.

In reply to his groan, I pulled him into a deep, hungry, passionate kiss. He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me back, leading me down to the bed, his body in between my legs. I arched my back as he kissed from my jaw, to my neck, down my body, and to the top of my leg right at the beginning of my other stocking. Dean gave me a mischievous look before tugging down the stocking, dragging his lips along with it against my skin. I smiled. He was no longer the kid in the candy store, but the great Dean Winchester that I had heard all about.

Dean returned to my lips and kissed me passionately. His hands tangled in my hair as he pulled me up, back on his lap again. His hands moved from my hair, down to my back, undoing the clasps behind.

"Uh uh, not yet," I said, rolling us over so that I was on top.

"Tease," he whined.

I giggled and then just kissed him, working the buttons on his shirt. We took our time removing each others' clothes, exploring what we had missed, and making up for all the lost time. Dean and I found ourselves under the sheets. Dean cupped my face again and kissed me. I could feel him against me. He pulled away, looking down at me, as if to ask if I was ok. I nodded and he leaned down, kissing me slowly. He nudged me legs apart and I kissed him back, moaning in his mouth.

"Wait," I whispered. Dean pulled away a little.

"Is everything… okay?" he asked. "Did-, did I do something wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"Um," I started, trying to choose my words carefully. "I'm um," I sighed, not knowing how to say this. "I'm scared." I shrugged, looking away for a moment and then looking back at Dean.

"Mer, we've done this before," he started.

"No, I know. I know. It's not that," I said, unsure of how I was going to explain this to him.

"Of… of me?" he asked.

"No, no… I mean, yes, but no," I replied, shaking my head. I was almost embarrassed to say this.

"Baby, you know I'm not going to hurt you again. I'll be here in the morning, I promise. I'm in this for good, Mer," he reassured.

"No, I know," I said.

"Then…?" Dean asked.

"It's just, I've never…" I trailed off. Dean looked at me understandingly. "I've never felt this way about anyone. Only you. I did ten years ago and I still do. I've… gotten serious with someone but… it's never been this point. And Jesus, it's barely been a couple of weeks and here I am. It's just… no one's ever looked at me the way you just did. God, you think I'm crazy. I'm such a big sap!" I put my palm to my forehead and Dean almost instantly removed it.

"No, no I don't. I get it, I do. You're… the only woman I've felt this way about too," he said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied, nodding. I took a deep breath in and out and then brought Dean down to kiss me.

"I love you," I said, in between kisses.

"I love you too," he replied. "Hey, Mer... you still want to do this?" I could tell that it was killing him. He was literally this close to sex. We both were.

"Yes, don't be silly," I replied. It was sweet that he was being so considerate.

"Oh yeah? What do you want, baby? Tell me," Dean asked, his voice sending chills down my spine. His voice was deep, sexy, and husky and I could take it any longer.

"I need you, Dean," I murmured, as Dean positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me. All I wanted was right there. He was such a tease! "I'm yours. Take me. So, fuck me like I'm yours. Please." I was desperate and then, out of nowhere, Dean thrust into me. I arched my back and screamed out his name in surprised pleasure. Dean leaned down and kissed me to muffle my moans. Dean was so turned on by my words that he couldn't take it any more either.

"Your wish is my command, beautiful," Dean managed to say, before letting another moan out.

Dean kept thrusting harder and faster and I was beginning to lose it. He wrapped my legs around his waist and the both of us moaned at the new angle and depth.

"Oh shit, Dean," I gasped.

"I love it when you say my name like that, baby," Dean moaned. He began kissing my neck and I let out an exasperated sigh. I hadn't felt like this in a long time. Dean was the only one that could make me feel so alive; so good; like this.

"Oh God, Dean, please don't stop," I moaned, rocking my hips against his. He grunted at the contact.

"You're so fucking sexy... Ahhh shit, Meredith. Oh fuck," Dean moaned. "Keep doing that. Yeahhhh."

"Dean, I- I'm so close," I breathed heavily, digging my nails into his back. Dean returned to my lips, kissing me feverishly.

"Cum for me, gorgeous. I want you to come with me," Dean said, in between kisses.

I nodded and continued to kiss him as he was bringing me close and closer. Our tongues danced in rhythm together as we continued to make love. And with one great thrust, my back arched, my toes curled, and I was screaming his name over and over again. Dean moaned me name loudly as he came with me and the two of us collapsed on the bed next to one another.

"Holy shit, you don't know how long I've been wanting that... wow, I've missed that," Dean said, exhausted.

"Me too," I replied.

"Wow," was all Dean said.

"So um, uh, what now? You want to watch that movie?" I asked, giggling a little at how stupid I found my question.

"I guess we could but uh, give me ten minutes and I'll be ready for round two," Dean smirked, wiggling his eyebrows a little.

I giggled. I loved this man so much and even though he could be ridiculous and terribly stupid sometimes, that's what I loved about him.

"Okay," I finally said.

"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and all the things that you do…"