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Chapter 5

"Good morning," Julie said walking into the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of orange juice about a month later.

"Morning," Dean mumbled from the table. Joey stood up and walked over and kissed her. "Could you not do that at breakfast, please?"

"Sorry," Joey said. "I missed you last night." He smiled at Julie.

"I was right up the hall," she said, moving away awkwardly. She looked at Dean, but he was extremely focused on his corn flakes.

"I'm not working this morning," Joey said, "do you want a ride up to Northwestern?"

"Um, I'm taking her," Dean said, standing up.

"Oh," Joey said. "So I'll see you later then." They kissed again.

"Bye," she said quietly.

"See you little brother," Joey walked out. Julie leaned against the counter. Dean didn't look at her. After they both ate in silence then drove without saying anything either. He stopped the car in front of Northwestern and she finally decided to speak up.

"So you don't want to be with me," she said, "but you don't want me to be with anyone else either?" He ignored her. "Dean, look at me! Talk to me, please?" She said. He turned and looked at her.

"Julie, there's nothing to say," he sighed. She looked at him. "It's not that I don't want you to be with anyone else."

"But you don't want me to be with Joey?" She said.

"That's slightly more accurate," he nodded. "I just think it's interesting that like ten minutes after you told me you thought we should always have been together you ran off and had sex with my brother."

"I'm not having sex with him!" She said. "God, what do you think of me?"

"It's not you!" He said. "It's Joey, I know what he's like, OK?"

"You've said that," she nodded. "But I think you're wrong!" He laughed. "What's so funny?"

"Just that you think you know my brother better than me," he said. "It's pretty funny." She crossed her arms.

"I didn't say that!" She said. "I just meant that because he's your brother you see him a certain way." Dean looked at her. "I like him, Dean, I don't know why, I just do. Besides which you told me you didn't want to be with me."

"That wasn't a green light for you to hook up with Joey!" He growled.

"It's none of your business who I hook up with!" She got out of the car.

"Julie," he groaned and followed her.

"Don't follow me!" She shouted.

"Fine, I won't," he said and leaned against the car. She turned around.

"Fine," she said.

"Fine," he shrugged. She stared at him. "Are you leaving?"

"Yes, but because I have to go to rehearsal not because of you," she said stomping her foot.

"Fine then," he nodded.

"Fine," she said.

"Fine," he smirked. She looked at him her eyes wide. Before either of them knew what they were doing their arms were wrapped each other and they were kissing. She dropped her violin at her feet and he picked her up easily and placed her on the hood of the car. She bit her bottom lip and he ran his hands through her hair. "God, I'm some kind of masochist aren't I?" They kissed again and she wrapped her legs around him.

"Dean," she whispered. "I can't do this." He pulled back. "I mean, Joey,"

"Right," he said, she stood up and they looked at each other. "I'm too late, right?" She shoved her hands in her back pockets. "You're in love with him."

"I'm not in love with him," she said, her face blushing red. As it turned out it was just as hard to lie to Dean as it was to lie to Joey.

"Yeah, you are," he said, leaning against the car, "I can tell. I've seen you like this before. With Scooter, and with Banks," he shook his head. "Maybe you're not in love with him yet, but you will be." She closed her eyes as a gust of wind blew past them, cooling her face. "I don't want to stand by and watch when he breaks your heart Cat. I can't."

"Maybe he won't," she said. He looked at her.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Maybe he won't." She hugged him tightly. "You should go."

"Right," she looked down, "um, Joey's picking me up, but I'll see you at dinner?"

"Sure," he mumbled and got into the car. "Good talk Cat." She smiled.

"Right Portman, whatever," she laughed and picked up her violin.

After getting home Dean walked into the house and saw Joey sitting on the couch. He plopped down next to him.

"So what's going on with you?" Joey said. Dean looked at him. "You barely talk to me man, what's with that? Is it this thing with Julie?"

"I'm only going to say this once," Dean said, using the most intimidating voice he had in him. "Julie's not like the other skanks you've messed around with, she's special." Joey looked at him. "I don't care that you're my brother, if you make her cry, I'm going to kill you, do you understand that?"

"Chill out little bro," Joey stood up and started to walk away then he turned around. "And for the record, I know that she's not like other girls, OK?" Dean stood off and squared with him. "Do you think she didn't tell me?" He whispered harshly, "you think I don't know that she's only came with me that first night because you said no?" Dean frowned. "But that's just it Deanie, you said no, so quit pouting." They stared at each other.

"Don't call me Deanie," Dean said, this close to charging at him, instead he ground his molars together and clenched his fist. "I'm going to Chuck's for a while."

"That's probably a good idea." Joey said as Dean stormed out and drove around for a while not going anywhere. He ended up at Chuck's and walked in and plopped on the couch.

"It's good to see you and everything Dean," Chuck sighed, walking out of his bedroom "but you usually call before showing up at my place."

"I had to not be home." Dean frowned.

"Why would that be?" Chuck said.

"I didn't want to beat Joey up," Dean said. Chuck snorted.

"Call me the next time you have that impulse," he said. "I'm familiar with the feeling, I know some great relaxation techniques to deal with it." Dean nodded. "What did he do to her?"

"He didn't do anything," Dean shook his head, "he was just Joey, and she fell in love with him. And I don't have a leg to stand on because I said no. It sucks."

"You said no?" Chuck said. "What do you mean?"

"I mean just that," Dean said. "Before she hooked up with Joey, she basically said that she wanted to be with me and I said I didn't want that."

"But you do want that," Chuck said. Dean nodded. "I don't get it."

"Yeah, neither do I," Dean mumbled.

That night Julie and Joey lay quietly holding each other on her bed. They weren't making out or anything, just sitting. He smiled as she cooed gently and pressed her forehead against his chest. His hands were resting in the small of her back. He liked having her like this. When they were sexual everything had a harder edge to it, like they were fighting each other. He kissed her hair softly.

"Joey," she said.

"Mm," he mumbled, his lips trailing down to her neck. She whimpered and grabbed lightly onto his shirt.

"If I," she looked at him, their eyes locking, "if I said something to you, would you like totally spaz?"

"Depends on what you were saying," he shrugged. "If it's that you hate me all of a sudden and don't want to see me anymore, then I'm afraid we've got a problem." She laughed.

"It's nothing like that," she said. "I mean, I just, I have these feelings right?"

"Oh," he said. "Right, those feelings."

"And I've had them before, about other guys, you know?" She admitted, "but well, never exactly the same as I feel when," he kissed her cutting her off. "And I just, I don't know, if I say it."

"I'm falling in love with you too Julie," he said softly. She swallowed. "I've never known anyone like you, and I've never felt like this with any other girl." She kissed him and rolled onto her back, her hands balled into fists at his neck. "What's going on?"

"Joey," she said, her eyes wide, "turn out the light." He looked at her. He reached over to the night stand and turned off the small lamp. They kissed for a while, gently undressing each other. He kissed her neck and ran his hand up her leg. He stopped suddenly. "What is it?" She whispered.

"Are you sure about," he swallowed, "this? I mean," she kissed him. "You're trembling."

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I'm a little nervous."

"Don't be," he said, his arrogance and sarcasm just hinting in his tone. "I'll take care of you."

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