Hey guys I'm back yay! Just got home from vacation so back to writing. Sorry its been so long but i will try to have a few updates this week to catch up. Anyways thanks for the awesome reviews! This chapter has a flashback. Like i said there will be a few : )

Later on that day after leaving the courthouse, Cynthia went back to Hannah and Sam's place and packed up her things to head back home. This was not the way she thought things were going to go. This was supposed to be quick and easy but now she had to go home and who knew what Dean had planned or what he was going to pull. She had to remember to try and stay strong. She was done being his doormat.

Hannah pulled up in front of Dean and Cynthia's home and stopped the car. She let out a small sigh and looked over at her sister, "You going to be ok?"

"Yeah. I guess I don't have a choice." Cynthia said looking up at the big house thinking about what happened the last time she walked through that door. It was a day she would never forget.

"I'm sorry about this. I never thought this would happen. I was sure we had this in the bag. I swear I am going to kick Sam's ass for this. When did he get so damn smart?"

"Don't be mad at Sam. He was doing his job and trying to help brother. You have to respect that."

"Maybe. I do have to say seeing like that is so hot." Hannah said and let out a soft moan.

"I don't need to hear that right now." Cynthia said.

"Sorry. Ok I have to get back to the office. Call me if you need me and I'll be right over."

Cynthia leaned over and gave her sister a hug, "I will. Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome."

The two parted and Cynthia took a deep breath before she opened up the car door. "Oh wait, are you going to John and Marys Sunday night?"

"They're back?" Cynthia asked.

"They will be tonight. They called and wanted to start back up Sunday dinner."

"I don't know if I will or not."

"Could be fun. You know Mary is going to kill Dean when she finds out."

"I know. I'll think about it." Cynthia smiled, "I'll call you later."

"Bye." Hannah said. Cynthia closed the door then stood in the driveway as her sister drove away. She turned to the house and looked up. Time to get these next few weeks over with.

She walked into the house with her bags and Jeffery met her at the door like always. He was more that a servant to her. He was her friend. "Welcome home." He smiled at her, "Can I take you bags?"

"Yes please. Thank you. Just place then in the guest room please."

"Yes ma'am and Dean is in the living room waiting on you." Cynthia rolled her eyes. What could he want now?

She walked throught the house and toward the living room. When she walked through the doorway she saw Dean sitting in the chair with a drink in his hand reading over a few invoices, "You wanted to see me?" She asked as she leaned on the door frame.

Dean looked up from his papers and smiled over at her, "You got here a lot sooner than I thought. Miss me that much?" He smirked as he sat his drink and papers on the coffee table and got up.

"I was told I had to come home so here I am and that is the only reason I'm here." She said, "Can I just go to bed now? I don't have anything else to say to you right now."

"Aren't you in a bitchy mood." Dean said, "I'm doing this for us."

"No you are doing this for you and yes I am in a bitchy mood. My husbands or soon to be ex is a dick and he can't see that."

"I'm not a dick." Dean said and folded is arms over his chest.

"Whatever. I'm not going to fight. I've had a long day and I just want to lay down."

"I thought me and you could go out, have a few drink," Dean said as he moved in closer to her, "then come back and doing a little making up our way." He wink.

Cynthia backed away from him, "You're unbelievable." She said then turned away and headed up the long stairs.

Dean just smirked, "You know you love me!" He called out but she never stopped. He stood there and shook his head. He still had work to do but that could wait. For the first time in a long time he was putting her first.

Cynthia stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her body. She walked into the guest room and all her bags were gone, even her clothes she had laid out to put on. She walked over to the closet to see if maybe Jeffery had put them away but they weren't there either. She thought for a minute and something clicked, "Dean." She said in a low voice angry voice.

She tightened the towel around here and stormed out of the room and walked a little ways down the hall to her and Deans room. She pushed the double doors open and saw Dean laying on the bed with his hands behind his head and a smile on his face, "Where are my clothes, Dean?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. But since you're here why don't you come on over here and let me show you how much I love you. Hell I even turned my phone off. Tonight I'm all yours baby."

Cynthia just glared at at. Was he serious? Dean really thought this was going to work. A few weeks ago she would have loved this but it was too little too late.

"Just tell me where my clothes are please."

"They are were they are supposed to be. In here with me."

"I'm not staying in here with you. That's not part of the deal."

"Oh come on. We're supposed to be working on us. I'm trying."

"Well don't bother. It won't work." She said and walked over to the closet and saw her bag along with another small bag she had forgotten about and it made her sad. She was surprised Dean hadn't seen it yet. Maybe that was a good thing.

As she grabbed them both Dean got off the bed and made his was over to her, "Let's just talk."

"I told you I don't feel like talking now and even if I did you wouldn't listen or care so why bother?"

"Try me."

"No!" She snapped, "I just want to get through this month. If you want me to put on a smile for your friends and family I will be once time is up I'm done. You are putting on this perfect husband act now but we both know that you will never change."

"I can change." Dean said in his usual I don't care attitude. He was cocky.

"No you can't because you don't want to."

"Ok that it. You're just being a bitch."

"You're being a asshole! Just please give me space." She begged him. She didn't want to hate him and right now he was pushing her farther away and to that point.

"Let just go back to the way we use to be. The way we were when we first met." Dean said as he looked into her eyes. He still refused at believe it was over. To him she was just having a bad day and she would get over it.

Before Cynthia could say anything else the phone rang...and again...and again.

"Are you going to get that?" She asked.

"No we're busy.

Cynthia rolled her eye and walked over to the side of the bed and picked up the phone. Before she could say hello there was a familiar voice on the other side, "Dean? Dean are you there? Please talk to me baby." It was Emma

Cynthia took the phone from her ear and shoved it into Dean chest, "That's why we can't be who we were. Tell your girlfriend I said hi." She said. She picked up her bag and walked out the door.

Dean put the phone to his ear and knew who it was, "What the hell do you want?"

"I miss you. I need to see you." She said and Dean could tell she was crying but didnt care.

"Emma, I don't want you. I never did. I said the shit I did to make you feel better."

"You don't mean that."

"Yeah I do. You ruined my life. If you ever call her again you'll regret it. Understand me?"

"But Dean..."

"Bye Emma." He said and hug up the phone. He wanted to go talk to Cynthia but he figured he would give her a night to cool off.

Cynthia sat on the guest bed and slowly hung up the phone. She just couldn't help herself. She had to hear what he was saying to her. She was a little surprised. He really didn't want emma. If only that mattered. She would love to go back to the way they use to be. Dean was so different then. Smooth, sexy, charming, and romantic. Where did that man go?

Xxx 5 years ago xxX

It was the night of Sam and Hannah engagmeant party and Dean was standing with Sam over by the open bar scanning the room, "Man, are you sure you want to get married? Not that I don't like Hanna. She great and has one hell of a rack but its just one woman for the rest of your life. Come on cant be healthy."

Sam just shook his head, "I love her, Dean. Of course I'm sure. One day you will meet that right woman who will bring you to your knees and I cant wait to see that.." Sam said. He knew it would take one hell of a woman to tame Dean.

"Nah never gonna happen." Dean said as he brought the beer bottle to his lips. Just as he was going to take a sit he saw her, "Good God. Who is that?" He asked.

"Who?" Sam asked looking around.

"The chick with Hannah. The one in the blue dress and fuck me pumps."

"That's cynthia. Hannahs older sister. I thought you met her at our graduation." Sam said but then remembered something, "Nevermind you didn'tgo."

"Hey I said I was sorry. I had something I had to do. Anyways what's her story?"

"Well she just graduated college with a masters in business and she..."

"Dude I mean is she married, single, or what?" Dean asked.

"Single as far as I know. She is moving here next moths and.." Sam looked at Dean and knew that look in his eyes, "Oh no. No Dean don'teven think about it."

"Think about what?"

"You know what. Just move on to someone else. That's Hannahs sister."

"So?" Dean said, "You think I'm going to do something to her?" Dean said and smile, "Ok I might." He winked and sat his beer on the bar beforre walking toward her.

"Dean wait!" Sam called out but Dean never stopped, "Hannahs gonna kill me."

Hannah and Cynthia were standing there talking and laughing when Dean walked over and clearned his throat to get their attention, "Ladies. Having fun?"

Hannah turned around and smiled at Dean, "Hey. You finally left the bar." She joked, "Thanks for helping us get this place. It means a lot."

"Anything for my baby brother and his beautiful wife to be." Dean said and smiled over at cynthia, "Hi I'm Dean."

"Oh I'm sorry. You two haven't met. Dean this is my sister Cynthia. Cynthia this is Sam's older brother." Hannah said and the two shook hands.

"So you're Dean? Well nice to finally met you." Cynthia said.

"Pleasures all mine I can assure you." He winked at her.

Hannah looked between the two and their eyes never left each other. "I'm going to go talk to Sam." She said and walked away.

When she got to Sam he looked a little afraid, "I did not tell him to go over their I swear." He said.

"Relax. I know you didnt . Either way let them have fun. Its not like Cynthia would ever fall for him." She smiled. Little did she know this is where it all started.

Cynthia pulled her hand away first and tucked her hair behind her ear. She wasn't really sure what to say now. Dean was different than she pictured. In her head she saw a much older man not this young sexy well build man that was in front of her.

"So Sam told me you're moving here." Dean said as he grabbed two glasses of champaine from thw waiter and handed one to Cynthia.

"Yeah as soon as I find a job and a place to live. I like the area and its time for a fresh start. Plus I want to be closer to Hannah. Do you like it here?"

"I think I might like even more when you move here." Dean said and moved just a little closer to her, "In fact why don't I show you are tonight. I know a few places you might like."

"Let me guess, your house?" She smiled at him. Truth be told she wouldn't mind that at all.

"Only if you want. We can go back, have some wine, maybe even go for a late night swim." He said as he placed his hand on her bare shoulder. Her skin was so soft and he felt her shiver a little under his touch.

"I didn't pack a swim suit."

"Who said you needed on?" He said as he looked her over. She was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he was going to have her.

"Dean, if I didn't know better I would say you are trying to get in my pants."

"Is it working?" He asked and gave her a smile.

"Maybe a little." She said and bit on her bottom lip slightly, "Wanna get out of here now? I think the party is about over and you can give me a ride to Hannah's."

"You read my mind." Dean said and took her by the hand and let her out to his car.

Xxx Present Day xxX

Cynthia lay in the bed looking up at the ceiling. Things were so much easier then. Dean knew all the right things to say and all the right things to do. Then again he a lot less busy then. Still... she missed that guy. There would never be another like him.

**There is your first flashback. I will have the rest of their first night next : ) PLEASE REVIEW!