Dinner was almost all ready when there was a loud knock at the door. Lucas was playing with his toy cars on the floor of the living room while I could watch him from the kitchen. Lucas looked up when he heard the knock.

"Quien esta a la puerta? (Who's at the door?)" he asked me, curiously.

"Mijo, remember when you met that man the other day?" I asked, going to answer the door.

"Si (Yes)," Lucas said suspiciously.

"One moment, Lucas," I said, pausing him so that I could let Dean in.

I opened the door and there stood Dean Winchester. I got the same déjà vu feeling that I had before but only this time I had to remind myself that he was seeing someone else. He had a girlfriend and I, well I was a mother. Did I still have feelings for him? It was very possible. I took a deep breath, pushing all of my thoughts out of my mind. For now, I was just a friend and nothing else. We were starting over and become friends again. I was not going to screw this up.

"Hi," I greeted, smiling as soon as I saw Dean.

"Hey," Dean said looking around at the house.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked, feeling stupid already.

"Yeah," Dean chuckled. Dean walked into the house and looked around. "Wow. Not a thing has changed."

"Oh yeah, I don't really have much time to change stuff around. Well, I mean there is the addition to the kid stuff but it's pretty much the same as you last saw it, which is bad because that was five years ago," I rambled. I blushed. "And I'm just going to stop talking now before I say anything else."

Dean chuckled at my rambling, "No it's cute. Where is the little guy, anyways?"

"In the living room playing with his toy cars," I said.

"A boy after my own heart," Dean said back.

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot that your car is a total babe. Maybe you could show him it later? Lucas loves cars," I suggested, hopefully.

"Definitely," Dean said, glancing over at me. This felt weird. Dean was coming over for dinner to meet my son and I wanted more than anything for my son to like him.

"Alright well Lucas is here and I'm just going to finish up dinner," I said back. "You don't mind watching him?"

"Not at all," Dean replied.

Dean bent down to Lucas' level, then beginning to sit on the ground and looking over each car that my son was playing with.

"Hey, I'm Dean. Do you remember me? I met you at the hospital the other day. I'm a friend of your mom's," Dean started.

"No me gustan los novios y tu estas un novio! (I don't like boyfriends and you are a boyfriend!)" Lucas accused. Dean looked taken aback that the small boy seemed angry at him. Not only that, but Dean seemed overwhelmed that Lucas was shouting at him in Spanish. I chuckled.

"No, solo un amigo, (No, only a friend)" I reassured, chuckling a little.

Dean looked up at me a little confused, "Huh?"

"He was just asking you if you were my boyfriend. Well he was kind of accusing you but I reassured him that we were just friends," I replied.

"Gotcha. Yeah, I'm just a friend of your mom's. No worries. Hey, that's a really cool car. You know, my brother has that car," Dean started, picking up one of the toy car.

"That's so cool! Can I see it? Puedo verlo? (Can I see it?)" Lucas asked. Dean raised his eyebrows and I could tell that he was thinking 'what the hell did I just get myself into?'. "Can I see it?" Lucas repeated as Dean just looked at him with a dumb look on his face.

"Well maybe if he ever comes to visit Seattle. He's in law school right now in California," Dean replied. "Bummer, huh?" I laughed a little seeing the two interact.

"Yeah but that's okay. My mom and I went to California once but we just went to the beach. What kind of car do you have?" Lucas asked.

"It's a '67 Chevy Impala. I don't think you have any- oh, here it is!" Dean said, picking another one of the toy cars out of his pile.

"You have that car? That's so cool! How do you have that car?" Lucas asked.

"My dad gave it to me, actually," Dean replied, proudly.

The over timer went off and I pulled the lasagna out of the oven, letting it cool a little but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Dean and Lucas. If Dean and I were dating, this would be a test to see whether or not he could get along with my son, hence being marriage material – or just even worth keeping. Lucas seemed to warm up to him after he found out Dean wasn't my boyfriend and especially after the car talk. If Dean I were dating, Dean would be passing with flying colors as of now. But we weren't.

"Now, Lucas, I'm going to be honest with you here, buddy. I don't speak any Spanish. I'm actually really bad at speaking other languages other than English," Dean started.

"That's okay! I'll teach you some. Okay, here, este carro esta rojo. Rojo means red. See, easy!" Lucas replied.

"So what's this?" Dean asked, picking up a blue foam block near the cars.

"Azul," Lucas answered.

"Azul?" Dean asked, pronouncing the word with emphasis on the 'z' sound.

"No, like asul," Lucas replied, pronouncing the word with a sound of more of an 's'.

"Azul," Dean replied, copying Lucas' pronunciation.

"Si!" Lucas smiled. He then picked up the foam block and threw it at Dean's face.

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed playfully, laughing and picking the foam block off of the ground and placing it away from him so that Lucas couldn't throw block at him anymore. Dean was doing really well and I was surprised. He never seemed like the kid type but it had been five years. Maybe Dean was growing up after all. Or maybe his priorities were changing. All I knew was he was not the same man that he was when we met that first day in the ER.

"Hey guys, dinner is ready," I announced although I hated breaking up Dean and Lucas. Both boys turned their heads to look at me.

"Is Dean going to stay? Can he stay, mama?" Lucas asked, happily. That was a good sign. Lucas hated almost any man that ever came over – not that I was dating anyone. But if I was, he would dislike him instantly.

I nodded, "Of course he can, querido."

"Good. I want to see his car. Also, did he tell you that he likes to play baseball, just like me?" Lucas asked, his eyes lighting up. Lucas was hooked.

"Oh, does he?" I asked, playfully.

"Si!" Lucas cheered.

I chuckled, "Alright well go wash your hands and then join us at the dinner table and you can talk to Dean all you want! Do you need help, Mijo?"

"No, I'm all grown up and I can do it all by myself!" Lucas announced before disappearing into the bathroom to go and wash his hands. Dean and I were alone now and would be for a total of about two seconds before Lucas would come rushing back into the room.

"How am I doing?" Dean asked, lowering his voice a little.

"Great. He really likes you," I said, amazed.

"Why so surprised?" Dean asked.

"Nothing, he just… doesn't usually like many guys that ever come over. Well besides Holden but that's because Holden is like his grandfather," I explained.

"I'm naturally charming," Dean shrugged. I nudged him playfully and rolled my eyes.

"I see that your ego hasn't changed one bit," I teased.

"This looks great," Dean said, glancing over the food I had prepared for dinner.

"Thanks," I said back.

Lucas came back and we all sat down to dinner. Lucas practically talked Dean's ear off and Dean seemed to actually enjoy it. Out of all the things Dean was, I never thought he'd be a kids' guy. I mean, I guess I could see it, but he really was good with kids. It was quite impressive, actually. After dinner, Lucas dragged Dean away to go watch a movie with him while I began doing dishes. I hummed to myself as I ran the hot water over the plates before loading them in the dishwasher. I knew I didn't need to worry about Lucas because Dean was in there with him. I smiled to myself. It was comforting to know that Dean was here.

"Hey," I heard a voice say, startling me.

"Oh God, you scared me," I said, turning around to see Dean.

"Sorry," Dean chuckled. "He's a great kid."

"Thank you," I replied.

"And he's smart. He's not even at that age where school is productive but you can tell that he's smart," Dean said, taking a couple of steps toward me.

"Shhh, if he hears you in here, he'll come back and drag you back into the living room," I said.

"He likes me?" Dean asked.

"He adores you. I can tell already," I replied.

"Huh," Dean sounded. "Need any help?"

"Oh no. I invited you over for dinner, not to help me clean," I said.

"No, no. Let me help. It's the least I can do. Thanks for having me over though. Lucas is great and uh, we could… catch up," Dean said back, moving a little closer to me. Was it just me or was he getting closer and closer to me every time he said something.

I wasn't quite sure what catch up meant but I was hoping that he just meant to talk. The old Dean would've implied a completely different connotation. He just means to talk although he was unusually close to me right now, hovering over me. I bit my lip but then snapped out of it. I was being ridiculous.

"You can load those into the dishwasher. So what about that girlfriend of yours? You didn't get into too much trouble?" I asked, casually.

"She was kind of pissed at me for arriving late at our date," Dean shrugged.

"Well you were hunting," I said.

"She doesn't… really know about that," Dean said back, guilty.

"Dean! You can't do that to someone!" I exclaimed.

"Look, I'm not really doing it that much anymore so… I just figured it wouldn't be relevant," Dean shrugged, innocently.

I sighed, "So she doesn't know about… well your entire life?"

"Well when you put it that way," Dean said.

"Sorry," I said back.

"No you're right. I just have trouble being honest sometimes," Dean replied.

"You never had trouble with me," I said simply, not knowing exactly what I was saying.

"Well you were different," Dean started. Of course we were different! How could I have been so stupid? "I don't know. I haven't even said 'I love you' yet so that might have to come first.

"It's been… like what four months?" I asked.

"Yeah," Dean replied.

"So you have time," I encouraged, even though every nerve in my body was blazing with jealousy. "I mean… do you… love her?" I asked, trying not to sound too curious.

"I don't really know," Dean replied, shrugging. I looked down at the wet plate that I was holding. I looked back up at Dean and he looked down at me. Our faces were unusually close but neither of us seemed to mind. My breath caught in my throat for a moment. Was he going to kiss me?

"Dean, are you coming back?" a small voice asked, coming into the room and interrupting whatever was going on in here.

Both Dean and I sprang apart.

"Yeah, let me just finish washing dishes with your mom, okay?" Dean asked.

"Okay," Lucas replied, going back into the living room.

Dean cleared his throat before returning to help with the dishes. There shouldn't be any moments like that or I might just realize that I still have feelings for him.

Once we had put Lucas to bed, I broke out the wine and we sat on the couch just talking.

"So four months, huh? You must really like her to stay with her for that long," I teased.

"Hey, I've been with girls for longer. After Sam died, I was with Lisa for about a year before I had to leave again," Dean informed.

"Sam died?" I exclaimed in shock. But I had just seen him the other day! And even if he was back, how is it possible that he'd come back to life? That, and the fact that he had died was a shock to me.

"Yeah but uh, well long story short: this demon brought him back and he had no soul but then Death got his soul back," Dean said.

"Wow, Winchester, I forgot how interesting your life was," I said back.

He shrugged, "Well sort of four months. It's a lot more complicated than that."

"What about it?" I asked.

"Well when I moved here I met Ella and she and I were together last July but back in December I found out that she was cheating on me… with my best friend," Dean started.

"Ouch, I'm sorry about that," I said.

"We got back together in February. She uh, she was really sorry, you know and I just figured that I could give her a second chance. Plus Adam got transferred to New York so we wouldn't have to deal with him," Dean replied.

"And Adam is the ex best friend?" I asked.

"Yeah," Dean grunted.

"Well it's good that you believe in second chances. I on the other hand won't even give a guy the first chance," I said.

"So you're not dating?" Dean asked.

"You must think I'm pathetic. I mean come on, it's been two years but… I don't know. I'm just not quite sure if I'm ready to see anyone yet," I replied. I could barely believe Dean and I were having this conversation. It was actually kind of nice to talk to Dean as a friend instead of a lover like in the past.

"No, you're not pathetic but maybe you should give it a chance," Dean said.

"You think so?" I asked.

"Of course I do," Dean replied, almost forced which I found kind of strange.

"Okay, I guess I will," I said.

"So enough about me. How have things been here with you?" he asked.

"Um… pretty rough. The whole thing with Daniel and then Lucas… he was so young when it happened. I don't think he remembers him much but he asks a lot about Daniel. Other than that… work is good. Bradley and Katie are married now. Alex got a job over in Indiana. Things are starting to mellow out though and I think it's just what I need," I replied.

Dean and I talked for a little bit longer until we realized we had lost track of time.

"Wow," Dean said.

"What?" I asked, curiously.

"It's late. I didn't realize. I should get going. I have work tomorrow so uh, I need to get some sleep," Dean said.

"Oh, what're you doing?" I asked.

"I'm a mechanic," he replied.

"Cool, okay well, I'll see you around?" I asked, almost awkwardly.

He smiled, "Yeah. And thanks for inviting me over. It was great and uh… you really lucked out with Lucas."

I smiled, "No problem and thanks for coming over."

I gave Dean and friendly hug before letting him leave. I knew I was going to find a friend in Dean but the frustrating thing was that I knew I still wanted more.

"So how'd last night go?" Bradley asked.

"Well. Lucas loved him which is a surprise," I replied.

"I know. It even took him a while to warm up to me," Bradley said.

"Yeah… but we talked about some stuff. It was good. He has a girlfriend now though," I said back.

"You still like him don't you?" Bradley asked, suspiciously.

"No," I replied. "No, I don't." This was a declaration. I was going to make it true.

"Hey, are you on your lunch break?" I heard a voice ask. I turned around to see Dean. Speak of the devil! He actually startled me.

"Hi," I said rather loudly. I realized I was shouting and I laughed it off. "Hi, yeah I am. Sorry, you scared me there. What're… you doing here?"

"Oh, turns out the coffee place near me is the coffee place near you," he said, holding out a paper cup with the starbucks emblem on it.

"Huh, well thank you. You know my coffee order?" I asked.

"We dated once. I guess it probably hasn't changed," Dean replied.

I giggled, "Well thank you. What's up?" I asked as Dean and I walked to the quad of the hospital. There was a nice bench for the both of us to sit down on.

"Not much I was just going to get coffee and saw the hospital and uh, well I ended up here," Dean said. It was an almost nervous, goofy, cute way that he explained how he ended up here at the hospital that made me giggled again.

"Well you're welcome here anytime. Lucas couldn't stop talking about you, by the way. He wants you to come over again," I started.

"Oh does he?" Dean asked.

"Mhm. He practically begged me to invite you over again," I replied.

"Well you can tell him I'd love to if it's okay with his mom," Dean replied.

I chuckled again. I then remembered why I loved being around Dean. It was just the way he made me feel. I was relaxed but at the same time over the edge when I was with him. We got along well and we laughed together, even if it was over nothing.

"It's definitely okay with me," I said.

"Alright well let me check when I'm free. How does Thursday sound to you?" Dean asked, happily.

"I think it sounds great," I replied.