Chapter 8

After sleeping together Dean and Rory were cuddled together in Rory's bed.

"I love you Rory." Dean whispers. "I love you too Dean." Rory whispers back.

"Are you comfortable? Am I killing your arm?" Rory rambles. Dean shook his head, "My arm is fine."

"I could move." Rory tries to move but the arm that was currently wrapped around her stopped her from doing so. "Don't you dare move."

"This right here is...the textbook definition of a perfect moment." Rory said whilst stroking Dean's arm up and down and looking into his eyes.

"Yeah it is." Dean says with the biggest smile Rory had seen on his face since he got married.

Rory contemplates asking about how she was considering it was her first time, but she supposed it was Dean's too. "And earlier?"

"That was pretty perfect too." Dean nods and moves closer to Rory, if they were even possible when they were in a single bed. Rory was still confused at how Dean was even staying on the bed with his lanky body.

Dean takes a big breath and sighs, "However, as a guy, I was trying not to be a pig." He places an open mouthed kiss on her shoulder.

"I'm happy, are you happy?" Rory asks with a beaming smile on her face, she was practically glowing.

"I'm very happy." Dean says still with the big smile on his face and arm around Rory's waist.

"Happy but not...chatty?" Rory asks wanting to know what he thought about all of this.

"I'm just...tryna make sure that all this is really happening." Dean says truthfully. "It is." Rory reassures him. Dean then leans into Rory and kisses her on the lips; they both pull away with smiles on their faces.

"Hey, you know what I think we need?" Rory asks with a smirk on her face. "What?"

"A song. Like a song that's our song." Rory says making little hand gestures that Dean quickly picked up on and added it to his 'Rory's cute habits' list.

"Okay." Dean said lightly going along as if he knew what she was talking about.

"Something romantic but not mushy, something that will make us remember this."

Dean chuckles, "Uh, believe me, I'm remembering this."

Rory thinks of the perfect song, "Oh, I know." She moves slightly to the CD player on her bedside table and places a disk in and grabs the remote.

Whilst this is happening, Dean rubs Rory's shoulder blade up and down. When she lies back down with the remote in her hand she says, "Okay, perfect." Dean waits impatiently, wanting to know what would be 'their song' to remind him of this moment.

Getting comfortable again and Dean readjusting his arm, "So, from now on, no matter what you're doing or where you are, you will stop and think of me when you hear this..." Rory presses play and Dean immediately breaks into laughter.

'Candyman' by Sammy Davis Jr plays through the speaker of the CD player.

"That's not gonna be our song." Dean nudges Rory slightly trying to get her to change it.

"Why not? It's perfect, it's happy, it's hopeful; it has the world candy in it. Hey, what is more hot than candy?" Dean was laughing way too much at this, "Pick something else." Dean didn't want this to be the reminder of this moment, not that he would ever forget this.

Who could take a sun rise?

"Who could take a sun rise?" Rory sings very out of key, Dean just laughs at her, "Okay, okay okay okay, I'll pick something else." He tried to reach for the remote that was in Rory's hand but she wouldn't allow that and she moved it around and from hand to hand.

"No!" "Hey, hand it over I can't take it anymore." "This is what happens when the women get the remote." Dean sighs in defeat knowing he wouldn't win. Rory just mockingly laughs at him.

That's when their perfect moment was ruined, a car door was heard.

"What was that? Dean said sitting up concerned. "What?" That's when the front door was shut and Rory and Dean both shot up and got dressed.

That was the night they got caught by Lorelai and the night where Rory's heart was ripped apart again.

The next day, Rory walks very quickly and sternly towards the payphone getting her money out of her back pocket and putting it in the machine. Picking up the phone, she punched in the familiar number and dialled it. "Hi, it's me, we need to meet."

Rory was sat inside of Miss Patty's School of Ballet waiting for him to knock on the door; she had everything that she was wanted to say to him in her head.

Rory heard the knock and stood up from where she was sitting; she sighs and straightens her T-shirt out before saying "Come in." in a very hard tone.

The door opens to reveal Dean with a smile on his face. He quickly and quietly closes the door. He looks at Rory for a little while and then says "Hey." really quietly.

"I'm glad you called." Dean said stating the truth. "Me too."

"Everything okay? At home?" Dean asks, worried about Rory having not heard from her since last night.

"Yeah. Everything's okay." Rory lies to Dean. "Good." Dean says stepping a foot closer to Rory. He grabs her hands and lets out a sigh he didn't realise he had held in.

"Did I ever tell you that I like your hair?" Dean blurts out, having nothing else in his brain.

"My hair?" She was confused at what he meant. "Your shorter hair." She then realised what he meant, "It's grown out a little." The things Rory was going to say to Dean had flown out of her brain and she quickly got distracted. "I like it." "I like it too."

They both lost their thoughts and the only thing they could think of doing was to get closer to each other. They both wanted to feel what they felt the first time again. So Dean leaned down and placed his lips on Rory's.

They pulled away from each other, "So um, you wanted to talk?" Dean says hoping that she doesn't anymore.

"Yeah, talk." She laughed trying to think of what she was going to say. Dean places one hand on Rory's left arm and one hand on her cheek and they place their foreheads together. "Words. Wow." Her mind going blank and then Dean closes the distance between them both and kisses her.

Let's just say, the first time...happened again and it was so much better than the first.

And that was 2 years ago.

Dean Winchester was driving in his 1967 Chevy Impala down the road listening to some Metallica. He had finally, maybe, found a lead on his brother. It was a small down in Connecticut; Stars Hollow.

A/N: So I finally got a invite to Archive of their own for an account! I'm just waiting for an email to verify my account! I also promise that this is the last filler.