An ex-husband, a glass of Wine and a jealous vigilante

Chapter eleven

"You're back," Sam said as Felicity walked trough the front door of her apartment. "How was the ride? Dean went crazy when he couldn't see his car parked out on the street. He thought someone had stolen it," he added, laughing.

Felicity gave him a smile. "Yeah, I didn't tell him that I was going to take it. But the keys were there and I just took them." She started to laugh as well as she imagined Dean's face as he was looking out of the window to find his car gone.

Dean walked into the room, his face so serious that she could see his cheekbones move under his skin.

"Felicity! Not funny," he said.

"We have to go to the lair," Sam said. "I'm sure they are already waiting for us."

"About that...Sam, would you mind going alone? I have to talk to Dean about some stuff. Can you tell Oliver I'll call him later?" She had changed her mind. She had to do it now, she didn't want to wait any longer for this conversation to happen.

"Yeah, sure. I hope they've got something to eat there, I'm starving," he said, taking his coat and leaving.

As soon as the front door closed behind Sam, Dean walked towards Felicity.

"If you wanted to be alone with me, you just could have said so. You didn't have to lie about conversations." Dean smiled at her, knowing what it did to her when he smiled at her like this. His eyes darkened as he looked at her from beneath his eyelashes.

"Stop it, Dean," she said, annoyed. "I really need to talk to you. Do you think we can have a conversation like adults?"

He took a step back, but his smile stayed. "Yes, of course," he said, seating himself on the couch. "So let's do this then." He turned of the TV and waited for her to join him.

"I really need a glass of wine for this. Do you want a beer?" she asked him while she was on her way to the kitchen.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks," he said. He looked at her ass as she walked away from him, then studied her more closely. She hadn't changed much in all these years. The only thing he'd noticed was that she always had her hair in a ponytail now, and that she sometimes wore glasses. He knew she didn't need them, and he wondered why she did it anyway.

Felicity walked back into her living room and took a seat next to Dean on the couch, making sure that they had enough space between them. She lifted up one leg onto the couch and turned to face Dean, handing him his beer and then putting her glass of wine down on the coffee table.

"So..." Felicity started. She leaned back a bit and let her hair down, starting to feel a headache coming on.

"So," Dean repeated.

Felicity reached for her glass and took a sip of her wine. When she finished she put the glass back down again, looking at Dean to see him looking back questioningly at her.

"I've thought a lot about this," she started. "First, I wanted to say that I'm glad you came. It was nice to see you and Sammy. I've missed you two a lot." She took another sip of her wine. She continued speaking quickly because she was very nervous. She didn't know if she could do this slowly, so she just blurted it out. "Dean, I want a divorce."

He almost spit some of the beer out as she spoke. He looked up at her and saw that she was serious, holding her breath and waiting for him to respond. She really meant it. Somehow, he had known this was coming. "Ok," he said.

"Ok?" She didn't expect it to be that easy.

"You really love him, don't you?" he asked her. He took her hand and linked his fingers with hers.

"Yes, that I do," she said with a little smile on her lips.

"I remember when you looked at me the way you look at him now as if it was yesterday," Dean tightened his grip around her fingers, as if he wanted to hold on to her just a little longer.

Felicity let him hold her hand, glad that he did it. It reminded her of all the times he had done it before. "Dean, remember the night we got married?" she said, lifting their hands up and swinging them in front of their faces with a smile.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget? We were so drunk, but it just felt so right. And the morning after it still felt right. We made the right decision that night," he said, smiling at her with his brightest smile.

"I remember the cheap wedding chapel and the Elvis priest." She started to laugh.

"Oh yes, I can remember his high voice, it sounded so funny," Dean said, laughing as well.

After a few minutes, she got serious again, looking at Dean intensely until his eyes met hers again.

"Dean, even though we got married two weeks after we met, I didn't regret it for one second. I don't regret it now either. I felt the connection between us the moment you set foot in that diner. After the wedding, I remember us lying on the hood of your car somewhere in the desert watching the stars above and you held my hand just as you are doing now. For the first time in my life I felt safe, because I knew you loved me, even though we had to get drunk to get married - but that's not what I meant. I meant I knew you truly loved me and I loved you, and in that small moment when we just lay there I forgot the world around us and felt free."

Felicity looked into Dean's eyes with her glowing wolf ones. She had a sad look on her face because she knew this was the last time they would sit and talk like this before their paths would diverge again. Although she loved Oliver, she wanted to make sure to spend as much time with Sam and Dean before they had to leave again.

So she moved toward Dean and settled between his legs with her back to his chest. He didn't ask what she was doing, because he knew. He'd seen it when he had looked into her eyes earlier. She was saying goodbye, feeling him against her one last time, to remember what they had once shared in the past. Knowing this, Dean put his arms around her and held her a bit tighter to his chest. Felicity relaxed into him and let her head fall back on his shoulder, searching for his hand and linking their fingers together again. He rested his head against the side of hers and neither of them spoke for a while.

"Felicity? I don't wanna ruin the moment but could we order something to eat? I'm starving," Dean asked quietly. She could feel his breath on her skin and shuddered a bit.

"Hmmm, we could go out if you want. I know a nice restaurant and they serve the best burgers in town." She didn't move, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. Given the choice, she would stay like this the whole night. But she knew it had to end and she had to go back to her other life again. She just wished it didn't have to end right now. Going out to grab a bite to eat together would let her hang on to that feeling a little longer.

"Burgers sound great," he whispered, but he didn't move a muscle either. She smiled at that; she wasn't the only one who liked the feeling of remembering.

When she heard his belly growl she stood up and stretched.

"Let's go. I just have to put on some shoes, then I'm ready," she said as she saw him looking confused about her leaving his embrace so quickly.

Dean stood up and put on his shoes and his leather jacket. When Felicity returned, he held the keys in front of her face and rattled them. "I assume you want to drive?"

She just smiled and took the keys from his hand.

They left the apartment and stepped out onto the the street. She looked up toward the rooftops, where the Arrow standing with his bow would be able to see the whole street beneath him, not to mention see directly into her living room, but he wasn't there.

"Get into the car," she said when she noticed that he was looking around. "It's freezing out here."

"I thought I heard something," he said, frowning while he opened the door and got in.

Oliver watched them leave and then went down to his Ducati, parked in the dark on the street, and followed them.

During the drive, he thought about what he'd seen. He knew it was wrong of him to spy on Felicity, but he told himself that he just wanted to make sure she was ok.

When Sam had walked into the lair alone and told them that Felicity and Dean had to talk and that they wouldn't make it, he had to make sure that everything was fine. Oliver tried to displace the thoughts of them together and what they might be doing. If he was honest, he thought that she might could go back to that Dean guy. They were married, his mind reminded him. So he quickly changed into his costume and with an excuse that he knew didn't fool Digg for a second, he left the lair as fast as he could.

When he saw her car parked in front of Big Belly Burger he knew they had gone out for dinner together. The strange feeling he had before when he watched them came up again, and he had to admit he was jealous. He watched them from an alley on the other side of the street. They were sitting by the window and he could see every smile she made as he spoke to her, and how she reached for Dean's hand.

He wanted to kill that guy. His grip around his bow tightened and he had to fight the impulse to shoot an arrow through that window right into Dean's head.

"Hi Felicity, how are you?" Carly asked as she and Dean slid into a booth at Big Belly's.

"Hi, fine thanks. And you?" Felicity responded.

"And who is this handsome guy? New boyfriend, Felicity?" Carly asked, studying Dean intensely.

"No, um, can we order?" Felicity changed the subject, giving Carly an 'I'll tell you later' look.

Carly nodded and took their order.

"You haven't told me who Garth is," Felicity suddenly said when Carly had left.

"He's the new Bobby." Dean's face went from smiling to sad.

"What? What happened?" Felicity took Dean's hand in hers to give him support. She didn't know what she could do else.

"He died," Dean simply said.

"I'm so sorry. If I had known I would have come, you know that, right?" she said, not understanding why he didn't call her when it had happened.

"I didn't want to bother you," he said, looking deeply into her eyes. "You had built a new life here."

"Yes I did, but that doesn't mean you can't call me," she countered.

He nodded. "Next time I will," he said. "I promise."

She knew he told the truth and let the subject go. She thought about it, her mind drifting, when she was suddenly pulled back by Dean's voice. She had been looking out the window at the car.

"Remember when I fucked you in there?" he said.

Felicity's cheeks flushed pink. "Yeah. I thought about that when I was driving back to my apartment today," she admitted, her gaze still on her, no, his car.

"That was the best sex I've ever had," he told her and smiled.

Her cheeks took on the color of a tomato now. "Stop it, Dean," she ground out.

"Come on Felicity, these are just memories. Or have you changed your mind?" His smile got wider.

"No, I haven't tomorrow morning I'm going to see my lawyer," she said, and saw Dean's smile fade a bit.

When they left the restaurant, Dean caught Felicity's arm and pulled her back into his chest. When she was on solid ground again he took a step back and cleared his throat."Can I kiss you one last time?" he finally asked.

Felicity could tell he was nervous and had needed all of his courage to ask her that. As much as she wanted to kiss him one last time, she couldn't do it. She was in love with Oliver, and she didn't want to feel guilty about something even though they were not together.

"I can't -" Felicity was cut off by a fist flying past her head, right into Dean's face.

She didn't have to see who it was. She knew it already.

"STOP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" she shouted. If the night hadn't been so young, she would have changed into her wolf form and kicked Oliver's ass.

Instead she pulled him back and then went to see if Dean was ok. He was lying on the ground with a bleeding lip.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," he said while he put his fingers to his mouth to see if he was bleeding.

"Excuse me a sec, would you?" she said to Dean, turning around to face the Arrow. She grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him into the alley by the restaurant.

"What the hell, Oliver? Are you out of your mind?" she said furiously, her eyes glowing. She was so pissed, she had to fight the impulse to change into her wolf form with all her strength.

"He was about to kiss you," Oliver said harshly.

"No, he wasn't! He asked me if he could kiss me one last time, and I was about to say no when. you. hit. him!" She punctuated the last four words by poking him in the chest with her finger.

Oliver said nothing. He wanted to apologize, but she was so angry, he knew she wouldn't forgive him so easily. "I saw you two and you looked pretty close. Did you sleep with him tonight, Felicity?" he said, his tone low and rough.

"No, I didn't sleep with him. Wait a second...where did you see us? Oliver, where you spying on me?" She watched his gaze intensely and saw a hint of guilt behind his eyes. "Oh my god I can't believe this. You did spy on us! We will talk about that later. Right now I have to take Dean home." She turned around and was about to leave when she heard Oliver speak again. She stopped, but didn't turn around.

"I'm sorry Felicity," he said softly.

She walked away.