Chapter 11: All I Have to do is Dream

Two Weeks Later.....

[Rory]

The front door opened and closed waking Rory up from her sleep. She didn't move, but she squeezed her eyes shut. Whoever it is, make them go away, she thought to herself. Her heart rate increased. What if it was a burglar? What if it was a murderer? What if it was a demon? What if-

Rory's thoughts were interrupted when her bedroom door opened and quietly shut behind the intruder that entered her room. Her heart rate sped up. She buried her head deeper under the covers. The intruder moved the covers off her head and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Rory turned to see her intruder and she began to calm down.

"Hey," Rory said, smiling and moving over.

She patted the space that she made for him. He took off his shoes and socks and got into her bed next to her. Rory rested her head on his chest and he encircled his arms around her and she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Rory woke up with the sunlight streaming through her window. She looked over to the other side of the bed only to find that she was alone. It was just a dream, Rory thought glumly. She wished it wasn't. Dean, I really miss you, she thought to herself.

For two weeks she'd been having sweet dreams about being with Dean. She didn't know how much she missed him until......well, now she couldn't stop thinking about him. The weirdest part was, she barely saw him at work. She usually saw him at least once a day since they ran into each other six weeks ago. But, now he was MIA.

Rory heard the front door slam and her heart leapt. Maybe that was him. She ran a brush through her hair, put on her pink robe, and walked into the living room, but all she saw was Luke's truck pulling out of the driveway. Of course. How could she be so dense? Luke had to go to work and he usually left before Lorelai woke up.

What the hell is wrong with me? Rory thought. Why did I think he would come to my door at seven o'clock in the morning? Rory went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. A few hours later, Lorelai came into the kitchen, sniffing.

"What are you, a blood hound?" Rory asked.

"I smell coffee," Lorelai said.

"I made some," Rory said, pouring herself a cup. "Help yourself."

Rory sat down at the kitchen table and Lorelai sat down with her after pouring herself some coffee.

"What are you doing up so early?" Lorelai asked.

"I had trouble sleeping," Rory said.

"You have Dean on the brain?"

It was like Lorelai lived inside her head. Lorelai turned around and wrapped her arms around herself and made kissing noises making it look like she was kissing someone.

"Oh, Dean, I love you," Lorelai said.

"Cut it out," Rory said.

Lorelai turned around laughing.

"You are such a nerd," Rory said, shaking her head and sipping her coffee.

"But, really, what's up?" Lorelai asked.

"I have Dean on the brain," Rory said.

Rory had told Lorelai about her yearning for Dean.

"I knew it," Lorelai said.

"I really miss him, Mom," Rory said. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about him."

"So you say," Lorelai said. "You love him."

"I don't know about love," Rory said. "But, I know my feelings for him are strong."

"My heart will go on and on," Lorelai sang.

"Mom," Rory said, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry," Lorelai said. "You were just starting to sound like a Celine Deon song."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Rory said, taking another sip of her coffee. "I haven't seen him in work."

"He got another job," Lorelai said.

Rory spit her coffee back into her mug.

"What?" Rory asked.

"He got another job," Lorelai repeated.

"When?" Rory asked.

"He left last week."

"Why?"

"That's classified."

Rory sighed. Why would Dean get another job? He's avoiding you, Rory, a little voice in her head said. No. That was silly. Dean wasn't avoiding her. Was he?

"Where's he working now?" Rory asked.

"Luke's," Lorelai answered.

"Luke's?" Rory screeched.

"As a waiter?"

"As a waiter?"

"Rory if you screech any higher my eardrums will break."

"Sorry. It's just......that's a crappy job. We pay him good money. Why would he leave a good-paying job for a crappy paying job?"

"He had his reasons, Rory."

"What were they?"

"I can't tell you."

"Do you work for the CIA or something?"

"I run the CIA."

Rory sighed and stared at her coffee cup, which was now cold. "I don't know what to do."

"Well, the way I see it," Lorelai said. "Dean is divorced and you're divorced. You're both single so......"

Rory got what her mother was saying. They could be together now. A huge smile spread across her face. "Thanks, Mom," Rory said.

"Your welcome," Lorelai said. "Can I just say one thing?"

"What?" Rory asked.

"Let the rain come down and wash away my tears," Lorelai sang.

"I'm going to get dressed," Rory said, getting up.

"Let it fill my soul and drown my fears," Lorelai sang, following Rory into the bedroom.

Rory threw some clothes on her bed and brush her hair.

"Get out of my room," Rory said.

"Let it shatter the walls for a new, new son," Lorelai sang.

Rory pushed Lorelai out of her bedroom and shut the door.

"A new day has come," Lorelai sang from the other side of her door.

"Go away, Celine," Rory shouted.

She had to talk to Dean and she had to talk to him tonight. She didn't want to wait anymore.

[Dean]

Dean sat on the couch reading Sports Illustrated in front of the fireplace. It was making no sense to him so he threw it into the fire and watched it burn to ashes. He heard the door slam. Then, he heard light footsteps come to the living room. He didn't know who it was and was starting to freak out inwardly, but calmed down when she walked into the room. She stood a few feet away from the couch and smiled warmly at him.

"I'm glad you used the key I gave you," Dean said.

She sat next to him on the couch and kissed him softly. Then she rested her head on his chest and he encircled his arms around her and they watched the fire. After a while, Dean looked down at her. She'd fallen asleep. He felt a little drowsy himself. He slowly drifted off to sleep.

Dean woke up the next morning with the sun streaming through his window. Rory wasn't there. He hated having these stupid dreams about her. Quitting didn't help him. He didn't know what to do. His phone rang.

"Hello?" Dean said.

"Hey, Dean," said a female voice on the other line. "It's your favorite sister in the whole wide world."

Dean smiled. Clara had turned fifteen with a desire to drive, but she couldn't take the test until she was sixteen.

"Hey, Clara," Dean said. "What's going on?"

"Absolutely nothing," Clara said. "My life is boring except for the damn finals."

"I thought mom and dad told you not to curse," Dean said.

"You're my brother," Clara said. "You won't tell."

"Clara."

"Sorry. So, what's going on with you?"

One thing Dean loved about Clara being fifteen was that he could talk to her like an adult and she always acted mature for her age.

"I quit my job at the Dragonfly last weekend," Dean said.

"What?" Clara was clearly appalled. "Why?"

"I just need to leave," Dean said.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with Rory, would it?"

How did she know about that?

"I knew it," Clara said.

"How?" Dean asked.

"Let's face the facts, Dean," Clara said. "You have been completely googly-eyed for her since you moved into town and even though you married someone else, you still loved her and you never stopped. Which was why since you committed scandal with her, you haven't been able to get another girlfriend. Let's face it. Your other girlfriends were just good times, but nothing as serious as Rory."

"First of all," Dean said. "The phrase, 'committing scandal' doesn't exist in the English language. Second of all, how did you get to be so smart?"

"I had a wise teacher," Clara said. "Plus, everyone's jumping into relationships these days at my school and I watch a lot of romance movies and talk shows."

"Clara," said a woman's voice in the background. "Kayleigh's here."

"Be right there," Clara said. "I have to go. Love you, big brother."

"Love you, too," Dean said.

They said good-bye and hung up. A phone call from Clara always cheered Dean up, but now the things that Clara said about him loving Rory stuck in his head. He had to change those facts and quick. Yes, he was lonely for Rory, but that had to change.

"When I want you in my arms,

when I want you and all your charms

Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is

Dream, dream dream dream

When I feel blue in the night, and

I need you to hold me tight

Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is

Dream

I can make you mine,

taste your lips of wine,

any time, night or day

Only trouble is, gee wiz,

I'm dreamin' my life away

I need you so that I could die,

I love you so, and that is why

Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is Dream,"- The Everly Brothers

To Be Continued......

A/N: This is my favorite oldie. I had to add it in. The next chapter will be interesting. Chapter 12 is coming soon