I was still sitting on my chair with my body turned toward him. My mouth dropped open and I looked at him, tears beginning to surface from joy.

I stared at him for a moment, still having a hard time believing that Dean Winchester was really standing in front of me after so many years. I was speechless...I was happy...I was…I guess as I described my friends previously, mesmerized by his presence. I couldn't believe it.

I must've stared at him longer that I thought because after a while, the smug grin that was on his face previously when he first said my name soon turned into an awkward smile as I guess, I made him a bit uncomfortable.

"So, uh, you just going to keep sitting there and stare at me or are you going to hug me?"

For a second, I felt embarrassed for making him feel uncomfortable. I mean, it was awkward enough that my group of friends was staring at both of us the whole time, but I hadn't meant to make it more awkward. But as I said, it was only for a second. Because a second after I felt embarrassed he grinned smugly again and opened his arms, awaiting a hug, knowing that I really wanted to hug him so bad. I mean come on, it'd been ages since I last saw him. Of course I was going to hug him.

But I swear, after that smug grin, I was so tempted to just leave him hanging because I knew what his smug grin meant. It meant he knew how much I had missed him and how happy I was to see him. I knew he could see right through me…and for that, I wanted to embarrass him even more for his smug grin.

So I paused for a second, almost looking irritated at his arrogance. Then his face softened almost saying 'are you serious?' He began to frown, dropping his once open arms. I think I made him think I was angry with him for being gone for so long without letting me know how he and Sam were doing. (Honestly, I wasn't too sure myself yet. At the moment, I was just so freakin' happy to see him.) But anyways, once he began to do that, I grinned widely and leaped off my seat into his embrace. It was almost like I could actually hear him smile as we swayed a little as our embrace grew tighter.

"How've you been, Riley?" he asked me once we finally stopped hugging, though his hands were still grasping my elbows as he looked at me. "You look good," he added with a smile.

I have to admit that I actually blushed when he said told me that. And well, I never blush. Or at least if I did, I would definitely hide it well. But I don't know, maybe it was the years not seeing him that suddenly made me into a girlish girl the moment I saw him.

"Thanks," I answered, still blushing. I broke eye contact with him for a moment because I knew that if I didn't, I seriously might go weak at the knees. I don't know…somehow, seeing him again for the first time in so long just made me feel like I was falling in love with him all over again; but I knew it couldn't happen. "I've been good. Great," I continued with a smile. "How about you and Sam?"

"We're good too."

We looked at one another again for a brief moment when I was brought back to reality from the sound of my boyfriend subtly and uncomfortably clearing his throat. We both turned back towards my friends. And once again, I turned red, embarrassed.

"Um, guys, this is my best friend from a long time ago. Dean," I told them. "Dean, these are my friends."

He smiled politely and waved. "Nice to meet you guys."

"And um, Dean," I said, turning towards Jason, "this is my boyfriend, Jason. Jason, Dean."

They both smiled and shook hands, both saying "nice to meet you."

Honestly, I expected it to be awkward because I wasn't too sure how Jason would react to actually meeting my guy best friend. I mean I told him a little bit about Dean before but I hadn't really ever expected for them to meet and I figured it'd be a bit awkward when they did. But surprisingly, it wasn't. At least initially…