A/N: Here you have it, the final chapter of the story! And I hope it turned out okay!
The song used is Janis Joplin's "Me And Bobby McGee."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dean shut off the car as he stopped in front of Angie's house. It was now or never. He just hoped that what he'd come up with would be enough. Slowly he got out of the Impala and started up the walk.
Angie did her best to dry her eyes and look normal as she headed down the hall to answer the door. When she opened it, her heart skipped a beat yet again.
"Dean," she stated, staring at him. She was still furious with him, of course, but she also couldn't believe that he was actually standing there. After what she'd just proclaimed on the phone, half of her wanted to just take him in her arms right there and not let go.
"Hey, Angie," Dean replied cautiously. This was the first time he was facing a woman's scorn head-on, and he had no idea what words would set her off. He'd never seen Angie shout before, but he could imagine that it wouldn't be pretty.
Angie sighed. "What are you doing here?"
Dean took a deep breath. "I had to apologize to you, or else I'd feel like a jackass forever." Angie just looked at him. "That's not saying that I just came back to clear my name, because I didn't. And actually I didn't leave at all, I…" he stopped, realizing that all he was doing was digging himself in deeper. He took another breath. "Forget it. I suck at this. Um… I remembered something you said about a week ago, and… you didn't say much about it, but I'm pretty sure I knew what you meant. So, here goes…"
From behind his back, Dean pulled out a rose. Angie stared at it, wide-eyed. "A single red rose," she thought aloud. "I can't believe you remembered that!" And just like that, she had an excuse to run into his arms.
Angie's embrace was the biggest relief Dean had felt in a long time. "I love you, Angie," he said. He hadn't even formulated the words in his head before they came out.
Angie smiled. "I love you, too."
"Sorry for being so stupid."
Angie laughed. "Apology accepted," she said, pulling away from him. "And if it's any consolation, I might've been a little stupid too."
"How?" Dean asked.
"I never really gave you a chance to apologize back in the restaurant," she explained.
"Well, I don't think I would've had time to get to a flower shop then…" Dean began. "So I'm glad you were stupid," he smirked.
Angie held the rose to her face, taking in the smell of it. "Me too." They laughed. "I'm gonna go put this in a vase," Angie said. She turned and walked down the hall to the kitchen, Dean in tow.
"So, we finally figured it out," Dean said.
"Yep," Angie replied. "And all it took was a hot waitress with a ketchup-stained shirt and two days of feeling miserable."
Dean laughed. "Wait, what about ketchup?"
"I'll explain later," Angie replied as she finished filling the vase with water. She stuck the rose in it and headed into the living room to find a place for the flower.
"I thought tonight about what it would be like to never see you again, Dean," Angie stated.
"Really?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. And I felt horrible," she continued. "Years ago, I thought we weren't meant to be together due to geography. But I mean, think back on everything. How often have you thought about me?"
"Honestly? Well… a lot," Dean admitted. "You'd be amazed at how many songs on the radio could've been written about you."
"Exactly," Angie replied. "God knows I was always thinking about you. And just look at everything that's happened in the last week alone. So, I take back what I said. I actually think… we're supposed to be together."
Dean could see that Angie's eyes had watered a bit from the emotional power of what she'd just said. He walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I agree with you completely," he said. They kissed.
Just then, Dean's cell phone rang. "These are far more annoying than they are useful," he grumbled as he took it out of his pocket. "Hello?"
"Dean?" Sam's voice came through the phone. "I uh, kinda wrecked my rental car when I was chasing a demon…"
"Sam, can I call you back?" Dean asked with a grin, more amused than anything at his brother's call.
"Excuse me?" Sam asked. "Don't you at least want to know if I'm okay or not?"
"Not really…" Dean joked. "That sort of thing is precisely why I don't let you drive my car."
Sam didn't seem amused. "Look Dean, my point is that I'm gonna have to pay for this, and you forgot to leave me with a credit card. So, get back here!"
"Alright, hold your horses, Sam," Angie said into the phone. "We'll head down first thing tomorrow."
"We?" Dean asked.
"Angie?" Sam's voiced asked.
"I thought you were too scared for the stuff we do," Dean reminded.
"I was…" Angie answered. "But when I was thinking about you tonight, I realized something. Life's too short. Sometimes you've just gotta take a chance."
Dean grinned. He wordlessly tossed his cell phone across the room and pulled Angie into another kiss.
"Dean? Angie? Dean??" Sam's voice shouted through the phone. "Don't ignore me! Hello???"
But they were too busy kissing.
………………………………………
Dean put his suitcase in the Impala's trunk and closed it.
"You're not trying to leave without me, are you?" Angie smirked, holding up her bags.
"Sorry," Dean apologized. "Force of habit." He re-opened the trunk.
"Suuure," Angie smirked again. "I know what you're up to," she joked as she put her bags in the trunk. Dean closed it again.
They got into the car and started it up. Dean took his hand off the ignition and turned to find Angie already hooking up her iPod through his cassette player.
"Here we go again…" Dean rolled his eyes.
"Hey, you travel with me, you're gonna have to listen to my music at some time or another," Angie reminded. She pushed some buttons.
Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waitin' for a train
And I was feelin' near as faded as my jeans
"Ugh. Chick rock," Dean groaned.
"Chick rock? This is Janis Joplin!" Angie asserted. "Enjoy it for once." She started to sing along. "I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana, I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah."
Dean of course wasn't going to admit it as he began to drive away, but he was enjoying himself. He was pretty content- in fact, he couldn't be happier- with the way his mental health day had turned out.
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
And nothing don't mean nothing, honey, if it ain't free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
THE END
A/N: Thank you guys for reading this story, and please give me a final review of what you thought!
P.S.- my sequels have a habit of turning into trilogies. (hint)
