I curled my body toward the door as we drove avoiding Dean and any conversation he tried to make. I felt a hand placed on my thigh with a gentle tap and a tug.

"This will all get figured out."

I shot a disgruntled look at him from the window and refused to say anything the rest of the way home. By the time we had gotten there my mood was lighter and I was exhausted. Lazily, I sat on the couch and numbed my brain with useless television still avoiding any conversation. If this was the only way to remove the questions from my head then I was ok with that.

Cushions beside me folded under the weight of Dean sitting down. He was leaning forward with his hands at his chin, "Do you want to call him or should I?"

Not once did I even think to call Randy about what had happened, my lack of group skills came from being independent for so long. "I'll do it." I sighed after hesitation.

"Hey, it's me, can you talk?" The excitement in his voice as he greeted me was apparent; he put me on hold while he moved chairs around to talk. "So, how'd it go pretty lady? You all done?" My end of the line was quiet as I mustered up the right words to tell him.

"Nothing happened. No one showed up when we got there." His breathing was all I heard on the other side quick and sharp.

"What do you mean no one showed up?" The sting in his voice was back, "Randy it's not my fault that no one showed up. We did what you wanted and nothing happened ok?" Dean's brow was furrowed his hands sluggishly over his knees. He had started to sit up straight and his fists were clenching. Tears were gathering in my eyes, the tension of the day was too much for me; Dean grabbed the phone out of my hand and took over.

"Randy, hey-we got there on time—yes—we did. There was no one there so we left man- cut her some slack." He unconsciously shook his up and down or side to side with answers as they talked, "I'll have her call you when everything calms down ok?" The call was over shortly after and Dean slammed the phone down on the coffee table.

He looked at me his breathing elevated and his shoulders went limp as one tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. I was losing it. Reaching toward my face he wiped the single tear and then my cheek.

"Why can't this be over?" I asked meekly, he halfheartedly smiled at me, "Because we aren't the ones in control, that's why."

After subduing my sniffles I replied, "This is so stupid," I laughed wiping my face again.

"I agree, so let's go back to watching that." He pointed to the television. After a few minutes his feet were propped up on the coffee table, boots and all. I ignored it at first but then the urge became too overwhelming. I pinched the side of his thigh, "Off," I said pointing to his shoes.

"Your table with be fine, I promise," he said with the most pitiful looking puppy eyes and I pinched him again. With the third pinch he finally caved, "Ok! Ok!" and his shoes were gone from my table. "I know your weakness you know!"

I squinted disbelieving his words. "No you don't." I shook my head fervently side to side. "I'm positive I do." He leaped the few inches between us and started tickling me relentlessly.

I squirmed and twisted until I was laying half off of the couch, a single hand being used to hold myself up. "Stop—stop!" I squealed but the attack kept coming. Dean miraculously didn't get kicked and he had his hands embedded in to my ribs. I laughed so hard a stream of tears ran down my cheeks. "Please! Please—stop-."

My ribs ached as I tried to shift putting myself back on to the couch. I wiped my eyes and finally looked at Dean. He was crouched ready to strike again and I begged him for mercy. His second attack was not as fierce as the first. My chest jumped up and down as I tried to regain my breath and I noticed a heavy Dean was lying on top of me. His head was on my chest, I had stretched out along the couch as he tickled me leaving him no room. "Comfy?" I asked once I could talk.

"I think so," a devious grin spread across his cheeks and I tensed expecting him to start again. He hung one arm over me and I squirmed. We lay comfortably together neither of us commenting on how Randy would perceive our horseplay but Dean's look told me he was thinking of it too.

"I'm sorry." He whispered in my ear and a jolt was sent straight down my spine. Dean shifted and I swung my legs preparing to stand up removing the awkwardness from our physical state but he coiled his arm around my ribs tighter. "It's ok, no big deal," I replied back softly unsure how to continue.

I opted to ignore Dean with the fascinating television show that was on but I felt a warm sensation under my ear and realized Dean had begun to work on my neck. His lips were soft and gentle, there was no escaping the feelings I was getting from it.

I turned to face him breaking his lock on me. I fluffed his hair with a laugh and he went straight for a kiss, locking on to my lip the same way I had approached Randy. Hands became entwined as well as our tongues and there was little time before we had entangled ourselves in to a cannibalistic mess.

Loudly I sighed before gently pushing Dean away from me. "What's wrong?" His attempt at sounding genuine had failed when his eyebrow crawled up his forehead and his lips smashed together in to an angry line.

"I don't think—well, I don't know that I should be doing this knowing Randy is interested?" Dean scoffed at me and laughed heartily.

"The guy just had you in tears and you're worried about what he will think?"

He had a point but I couldn't justify sleeping with his friend as a way to forget how he made me feel.

"Maybe I am." I shrugged the question off.

His breath was close to my ear once again disregarding our comments, "Let me treat you right, not like him." Against my better judgment, my body replacing my common sense, I kissed him aggressively and he went back to whispering sweet nothings to me.