AUTHOR'S NOTE: No beta so again, please forgive terrible grammar. In my head, I hear Dean's dialogue as very fragmented so his sentence structure is that way on purpose. This chapter is again PG although the overall story is MA. This is the longest chapter so far.

Chapter 4:

Reagan was leaning against the doorjamb in the entrance of the laundry mat watching Dean. Her arms were lightly crossed in front of her chest and her right foot echoed the position as it crossed in front of her left one.

Dean nearly gasped just at the sight of her. She wore a thin white sweater that curved over the slopes of her breasts. Her legs were clad in tan corduroy pants and comfortable leather loafers encased her feet. Her blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and framed her oval face. Reagan made comfort wear look elegant somehow and Dean would bet a thousand bucks she had no idea how sexy she was.

Finding his voice Dean greeted her with a simple "Hi."

"Hello." She returned. Her expression seemed mildly curious. Deep, rich blue eyes stared straight into his green pair.

"I was wondering if you would show up." Dean said making it clear he'd been hoping to see her.

"I almost didn't."

"Oh." Could she hear the disappointment in his voice? He could.

"It's not that I didn't want to see you. It's just that…"She glanced around the room as she tried to choose her next words carefully. "I wasn't sure what you'd expect."

Dean was taken aback. It never occurred to him that Reagan might think he would assume sex would be involved if they should ever meet again. Of course, he wouldn't lie to himself, he would always hope it would be because he found her insanely attractive but he would never make her feel obligated.

He had enough pride to look slightly insulted, "I don't expect anything Reagan."

Dean wished she would explain what she was thinking but she seemed content to let it stand at that. She dropped her arms and moved her hands into the back pockets of her pants as she walked forward. When she reached the table that Dean was standing at he could smell soap on her skin as if she'd just stepped out of the shower. It was delicious.

"Would you like some company while you finish your laundry?" A small grin adorned her face and her tone was friendly.

"Sure would." Dean blessed her with a grin of his own. He noted that she flushed slightly when he did. Reagan seemed wary, yet wanted to remain here with him. Dean felt a rush of pleasure.

"So what have you really been up to?" Reagan arched an eyebrow at him. She was now leaning her elbows on top of the fiberglass table and in between her fingers she was twirling a piece of stray thread she'd found lying there.

"Excuse me?"

"It's been a little over a year since I met you Dean and you're still driving around with your brother?" She sounded so skeptical that it hurt Dean a little. It shouldn't have. Who would believe his story? But he didn't want Reagan to doubt him.

"I really have. I swear. You can meet him if you want. He's at the motel room."

"Really? Maybe. I think I'd like to meet him."

"You're in for a disappointment then." But Dean's tone was playful as the words slipped from his lips.

Reagan threw her head back and laughed. Warmth spread throughout Dean's chest at the sound. He gazed at her throat just as he had a year ago, just as he had almost every night in the last year.

"Dean?"

He glanced up from the dryer door he was shutting where he had just loaded the second batch of wet clothes.

"What's your last name?"

They exchanged an amused look.

"Winchester."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Nice. I never imagined that. I always thought something more along the lines of Smith." She laughed again as he scoffed at the common name.

Dean murmured, "You imagined me?" He peered at her through squinted eyes, an almost smug expression on his face.

Reagan's gaze dropped to the table and she seemed stunned into silence. Not wanting to make her feel awkward, he continued in a much lighter tone, "So. Your turn."

"My turn? Oh, you mean my last name?" When Dean nodded she said, "Bailey."

"Nice to meet you Reagan Bailey."

"And you Dean Winchester."

They both laughed at their belated introductions.

The third washing machine signaled it had finished its cycle and Dean turned to retrieve his clothing. Reagan's eyes followed him as he loaded them into a dryer.

"So, how did you enjoy your day in this one-light town?" Reagan's low soprano voice drifted on the air.

"It was nice." He chuckled at her skeptical expression. "Seriously. It's a great little town."

"Interesting." She mused, "Most people don't feel that way. They are here for a day and decide it's too restricting, there's not enough to do. I'll admit, sometimes I get that feeling myself but for the most part, its home. It's peaceful and beautiful."

Dean chewed the corner of his lip as he watched her thoughtfully. "I can see that. It suits you. This town, I mean."

Again, she graced him with a short laugh. "How did you like Mom 'N Pops Café?"

"How'd you know I ate there?" Dean asked with surprise.

"We don't have a whole lot of town." Her white teeth peeked through her large smile.

"Ah, yeah. It was great. Nice people around here too."

She nodded.

Dean took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "Like that guy Todd. He seemed nice enough."

Reagan's eyes dropped and when she brought them back up to Dean her face seemed a little saddened. "He is."

Damn. She was going to make him work for this. "So, is he your boyfriend?"

"No." Her voice, however, was laced with indecision. "Not technically. We have gone on a few dates since I've been home."

Dean felt heavy with disappointment. He was hoping he had been wrong with his assumption this morning.

"We've known each other since we were about ten years old. We often played in the woods together when we were growing up."

His head falling forward so she wouldn't see the sadness in his eyes, Dean stared at the linoleum flooring. He wanted so much to be with Reagan this week but he had principles, and stepping in on some one else's territory crossed a line. He'd have to walk away.

"Even though he's a wonderful man and our families seem to expect us to be married one day, I can't seem to feel more than friendship towards him though."

Dean's head snapped up, his eyes wide. She was searching his face. His tongue flitted out to quickly lick his lips and her eyes seemed to drop to them for a brief moment before returning to his eyes.

"I'm really glad to hear you say that Reagan."

There seemed to be a sudden electrical charge in the room despite a large distance between them. Their eyes held and Dean could feel his chest rise and fall more rapidly as his breath came heavier in his chest.

After a slight cough, Dean poked his thumb behind him towards the dryers and said, "Not too much longer now, thank goodness. This has to be the world's worst chore."

"Gotta agree with you there." Reagan hopped up onto the table and crossed her legs Indian-style in front of her. She looked so comfortable in her own skin. Dean tactfully admired her. So many women he'd been around lathered themselves with cosmetics, jewelry and skimpy clothing in an effort to boost their shallow egos. Reagan, apparently, had no need for this. She was confident in whom she was and that simply made her all the sexier. Her face was free of much makeup; a small bit around her eyes but not enough to be distracting. Her full lips had a moist appearance as if there were a thin coating of gloss. The beautiful freckles across her nose acted as her beauty marks. Dean wanted to kiss each one.

Seemingly without noticing his study of her, she continued "Thank goodness I have my own washer and dryer now and I don't have to drag my butt here."

Dean's chin lifted and he cocked his head to the side with interest. "You have a house here?"

"I'm renting one. It's nothing special but it'll do until I figure out where I'm going or what I'm going to do."

"You're not staying here?" Shock laced his words.

Reagan looked resigned. "I don't think so. Not right now any way. I just feel like, there's something else out there I'm supposed to see. I'll always think of this place as home and will probably always want to come back to it but in the meantime, I feel I need to explore." She smiled at him. "That probably sounds silly, doesn't it?"

Dean replied seriously, "Not at all." She became more fascinating the more he learned about her. She had more depth than he had imagined.

"So I'll probably head off in a few months and work a job that is completely unrelated to the field I have my degree in, like most graduates." She placed her palms behind her back and leaned on them while giggling. Her breasts lifted and strained against the sweater in this position. Dean tried his best not to stare.

"What is your degree in?" He voice sounded strained to him.

"History." She smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Not a lot of options there. Still, I love it and couldn't have imagined majoring in anything else."

Dean began pulling the warm clothes out of the first dryer. Normally, he'd just shove them back into his duffel bag but he wanted to prolong his time with Reagan so he dumped them onto the table and began folding them.

"Ack!" Reagan made a disgusted sound and shook her head as she laughed. "I can't believe we've been talking about me all this time. I want to hear about you."

Shrugging, Dean said, "There's not much to tell."

"Where do you live?"

Evasively he replied, "I'm from Kansas."

Reagan's mouth dropped open. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah." He had to laugh at the expression on her face. She was adorably dumbfounded. "Why?"

"I dunno." She floundered. "It just sounds so…cliché when I've wondered so many times over the past year where the mysterious Dean came from."

Realizing she had admitted that Dean had been in her thoughts over the past year, she blushed furiously. Dean's heart began to race with joy. She reached over and yanked a couple shirts off of his clothing pile and began helping him fold them.

"Anyway," she announced a little too loudly "tell me more about you and your brother. Who's older?"

"Me."

"I had a feeling. By how much? What's his name?"

"Four years. His name is Sam. I give him a hard time but he's a good guy."

"Do your parents worry about you two driving all over the country so much?"

"Both of our parents are dead." Dean commented matter-of-factly.

"Oh. I'm so sorry." Reagan's voice was full of sincerity and her eyes were soft when she looked at him.

"It's okay. It's been awhile. But that's one of the reasons why Sam and I are together all the time. We really don't have any other family."

There was a lapse in the conversation as they both just stared at the clothes they were folding.

"Dean, tell me. What do you like to do for fun?" Reagan waited for his answer as he unloaded the second pile of laundry from a dryer. This time she immediately began helping him fold.

That was such an awkward question to answer. There really hadn't been much time for having fun in his life. So as in all situations where Dean felt awkward he turned it into a bawdy joke, giving her a lecherous grin.

She had the grace to blush again and clarified, "Of the non-bedroom variety."

"Play pool, watch movies, work on my car, and hang out."

"Sounds like you need some lessons in having fun." Reagan teased.

"I'm your student." Dean spread his arms out in a gesture of submission. They grinned at each other.

The last buzzer sounded on the dryer behind Dean and when he pulled the armful out, Reagan made a move to help him again.

"Don't bother. It's mostly Sammy's underwear and he can fold those himself." And Dean dumped them unfolded into a duffel bag.

Reagan laughed. "Okay."

Dean stood and looked at the row of bags carrying the clean laundry. "Well, it looks like that's the last of it." He stated it slowly and he could hear his own disappointment. Ending this moment wasn't something he looked forward to doing.

She hopped down from the table and stretched her arms out in front of her. Then she stood there staring at the bags as well, her own face showing a hint of disappointment. "So it is."

"You know, it's only 9:30. It's so early." Dean mentioned suggestively.

"There's not a lot to do here after dark but Hendersonville is only a 30 minute drive and there's plenty there." Reagan tried to look casual as she spoke but he was happy to find hope in her features.

"I'd love to check it out. Would you care to join me?" Dean held his breath after asking. He didn't know what he'd do if she said no.

However, her face split into a beautiful smile that made his stomach lurch. "I'd love to."

Smiling broadly, he grabbed two of the heavy duffel bags. "Great. Let's go."

Reagan picked up the last bag and threw it over her shoulder. She followed him out to the Impala where it sat gleaming in the moonlight. The clouds were reflected off of the shiny black paint.

"She's such a beautiful car." Reagan's voice sounded smooth as she gazed at Dean's baby.

Dean looked at her with wonder. Another point for Reagan.

"How you know it's a girl?" He teased.

"Cars are always girls, like ships." She stated this as a fact and smiled.

When she smiled at him that way, he couldn't help but smile back. It was an involuntary response.

She stood behind him as he stuck the duffel bags into the back seat of the car. He couldn't open the trunk for fear she'd see all the weapons there. Glancing around he noticed there weren't any more cars in the parking lot.

"Where's your car?"

"Oh, I didn't drive here. I walked."

His face was full of alarm. "You walked here alone at night?"

She seemed confused by his response. "Yeaaaaah. So what?"

"Isn't that rather dangerous?"

Reagan dismissed the concern. "It's a small town. I've done it a million times."

Dean just shook his head. They now stood beside one another next to the car. The breeze blew softly against them and Reagan's hair danced behind her. Dean took a step forward. Her lips slightly parted and it seemed she was taking deeper breaths. She never broke the contact from his eyes but neither encouraged or discouraged any advances from him. He couldn't read her and didn't want to push her too far. The smell of her clean body was so enticing he wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against him. The currents that flowed off her body shocked him, making him feel more alive than ever before. His eyes examined her lips and he thought of how they had moaned his name before. Dean wanted to hear it again.

Instead, he took a step back and pulled the door open wider for her. "Shall we?"

Reagan blinked and swallowed. "Yes."

She slid into the car and Dean walked around to the driver's side. He looked her, sitting in his car. She looked feminine and small there. He wanted to press her back into the leather and cover his body with his own. She glanced sideways at him.

Suddenly, they both laughed at the tension.

"We should go now." Dean said.

"Yes again."

With that, Dean cranked the car and backed out of the parking lot.

Author's Note: No offense to anyone named Smith. It's just that it sounds very common compared to Winchester.