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Author's Note: I got a really good response to the first chapter, I only hope that I can do the rest of this justice. Don't worry, I'm surprised at myself for being so proactive in this story and its predecessor…I don't know what's come over me….

Chapter Two: I'm happy for you…

"So, she's going to start school in a couple of months," Dean says awkwardly, as he and Micah watch Lilia run ahead of them with Sam as they walk back to the house. Only a couple of blocks, and still Sam was trying to give them their space. Dean made a mental note to thank him later.

"Yeah. She's really excited. She's such a smart little girl. Reminds me of her father in more ways than one," Micah responds, smiling up at Dean. She sees him flinch, and can't help but laugh a little at his worry. Of course, she wasn't laughing about how she was going to tell him.

"I'm happy for you. Getting to have a family. You know, it's all Sam's ever wanted. I think he's in heaven right now, and she's not even his kid," he chuckles, trying to cover his disappointment.

He had, in all the years he'd been away, just assumed that she'd wait for him. She'd trusted him before, why not believe that he'd be back for her? Of course, he guessed that it wasn't exactly easy to wait for someone who didn't have a schedule.

"You could've called," Micah breaks the silence, her voice low and sad. "I left my number on a post it in your coat pocket."

"Oh, well…" he stalls, not knowing what to say. He'd found it, sure, but never had the guts to call her.

"I understand why you didn't though. I couldn't have asked for you to change. Then you wouldn't be the man that I fell in love with," she says decidedly, walking ahead to unlock the house and let her small daughter in.

"Mommy, why can't I have a cookie?" Dean hears Lilia whine as he finally enters the same small house that Micah had lived in all those years ago.

"Because, we're going to have dinner soon, and I wouldn't want you to spoil it," Micah laughs. "Sam, can I get you anything to drink?"

"I can get myself a glass of water," he replies, watching her pour a glass of apple juice for Lilia. "But I'd like one of those cookies." He cracks a large smile when Micah glares up at him.

"Mama, if I can't have one, Sammy can't either," Lilia pouts.

"Of course not, honey," she sighs, rolling her eyes in Sam's direction. "There you are Dean, do you want anything to drink?"

He had just walked into the kitchen to see Sam leaning up against the counter and Micah tending to Lilia, who sat with her legs tucked under her in a chair at the table they'd eaten breakfast at more than once while here.

"Got a beer in the fridge?" he grins. She nods and goes for the refrigerator door. "Nope, I got it."

Micah stops, watching him get it for himself. This is real life, she thinks to herself, watching as Sam sits across the table from her little girl. This is what she's been looking for.

"Dean, can I talk to you for a second in the living room?" she finally says. She's decided that she can't take it any longer, and just needs to tell him.

Dean nods, leading the way into the living room and taking a seat on the couch. "What is it?" he inquires, cocking an eyebrow. Nervously, he toys with the cold bottle in his hands.

"There's something I have to tell you, Dean. You see, in all those years, I never stopped loving you," she begins, unsure of her words.

"Look, Micah, I understand that you couldn't wait around forever," he resigns.

She looks at him, not saying anything for a long moment. She can't believe that he hasn't figured it out. But of course, he's never been in this situation, and she's not sure that she can blame his misunderstanding. "Have you and Sam found your dad?" she changes the subject.

"Yeah, a while back. Got the thing that killed Mom, too. And Jess, of course. Dad's working his own cases and we keep in touch from the two points. Sam and I make a good team. I wouldn't give it up for the world." It's his turn to see her flinch at his words. Confused, he continues, "I guess Sammy has realized that this is what we're meant for."

"You know, you told me that you'd be back for me, and part of me believed you," she sighs.

"I was being honest. Granted, it took longer than I'd thought at the time for everything to get settled. But I'm here now. But five years is a long time, Micah. I don't know why I expected you to wait."

"I'm not sure that I thought I could," she says quietly, in a short pause in his words. He hears, but doesn't comprehend.

"I thought about you everyday, though. Not a day went by when I didn't think about calling, giving up, even. I wanted nothing more than to be back here with you. But you can't wait five years on a promise from a guy like me. I don't blame you finding someone else. But I want you to know, Micah, that I've never stopped loving you. You were my reason to get up in the morning and continue on this vengeful journey. I can still go on, and you've obviously moved on with your life. And I meant what I said before: I am happy for you. She's a wonderful little girl, and I'm sure her father's a wonderful man. You deserve the best."

She laughs a bit, and Dean notices the shining, unshed tears in her eyes. "Yeah, her daddy's a great man. Brave, very brave, and loving…though you'd be hard pressed to get him to admit that he has feelings at all. He's smart, too, and good-looking."

She looks into his eyes, waiting for some sign that he's finally gotten it, and that the joke's on him. It doesn't come, and she inhales sharply, figuring that the easiest way is to just be straightforward. That's what he would do, after all. He would just be blunt and say what he had to say, why couldn't she?

"Dean, you don't understand, do you?" He looks at her, bewilderment in his hazel green eyes. He shakes his head in the negative. "When I say that I never stopped loving you, I mean it. I've waited. You're her daddy."

A/N: Okay, kids, here's chapter two…I hope you like it, I'm a little high on Nyquil yet again - this seems to be a pattern, huh? If you find anything bad (typos, grammar, the story in general) let me know, and I'll fix it. Thanks!