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"You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
lose myself in time just thinking of your face
God only knows why it's taking me so long
to let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want…"

The loud sounds of children yelling and running around the backyard filled my ears. I went back inside and to refill the water pitchers. This party consisted of lots of loud, energetic children, kid food, and Katie, Bradley, and me. Most parents hadn't wanted to stay so they'd just left after dropping off their kid and coming in to say hi. I was grateful that Katie and Bradley had agreed to help chaperone it.

"Looks like your party was a success," Bradley said.

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah, there are lots of screaming kids, macaroni and cheese, and lots of games to play. This is like a dream come true," Bradley chuckled.

"Yeah, for like a four year old," I said, shooting him a funny glance.

"Whatever, we all know I'm still a four year old deep down inside," Bradley replied, nudging me playfully. I nudged him back.

"Well thanks. And you and Katie aren't too bored?" I asked.

"No! It's great. It's kind of making me reconsider kids. I mean, it's the whole, we both have demanding jobs but it actually seems… rewarding," Bradley replied. We watched the kids play in the yard for a couple of minutes. "Hah, except for that part. The whole, screaming crying, 'I just scraped my knee' thing or the 'I just got chocolate cake all over my face thing'."

I laughed, "It is rewarding and that part's not so bad, especially compared to the other messes that kids make. And it's kind of cute. You get to cheer them up and the most rewarding thing is seeing them smile after they scream and cry in agony. Hah, children are... a little melodramatic."

"You're such a good mom," Bradley commented.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, "I'll get it. Can you take the water pitchers out?" I handed Bradley two water pitchers with ice in them. "Be careful and please don't drop them."

"Sure," Bradley replied, taking them from me and heading outside.

I went to the front door and opened it, to see Dean Winchester standing in the door way with a flat, rectangular, wrapped package with a smaller flat, square, wrapped package on top of it.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Hi," he smiled back.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Good. Can I come in?" he asked back.

"Of course. Everyone is out back playing in the yard," I replied. I was trying to keep my cool and be friendly ever since our big talk at the hospital. It was harder than it seemed and I was avoiding any kind of silence between us in fear of things getting awkward. Unfortunately, I wasn't really helping and I felt like I was only making things more awkward.

"Oh okay. Where can I put this?" Dean asked, referring to the present he brought Lucas.

"Just on the couch. Thanks for coming by the way. It really means a lot to Lucas," I said, changing the subject. Ah, there it was again. That need to fill any silent moment.

"Oh it's not a big deal. How are you, by the way?" Dean asked. That was thoughtful of him.

"Good. The kids are… loud though. Thankfully the party is only three hours," I replied.

"Sorry I'm late," Dean said.

"Oh no worries. Do you want to come outside? We have… kid food and I could get you a beer," I said, laughing a little.

He smiled, "That'd be great."

I went over to the refrigerator in the kitchen and got a beer out, handing it to Dean. "Thanks."

"No problem," I replied. Dean followed me outside where all of Lucas' friends were. Lucas immediately ran over to the two of us, happy to see Dean.

"Dean, you came to my party!" Lucas exclaimed, happily.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, kiddo," Dean smiled back, bending down to Lucas' level so that he could talk to him. Lucas threw his small arms around Dean's neck, giving him a hug. I smiled a little. I wished that things hadn't happened the way that they had with Dean because right now, I was having one of those moments where he reminded me why I was still in love with him.

"Why don't you come to visit Mommy and me anymore?" Lucas asked, pouting a little.

"Well, I've just been busy at my job, Lucas. You know, you can always come visit me there," Dean offered.

"Uh uh. A small child at a garage with big cars, power tools and lots of places to fall in? I don't think so," I intervened.

"Por favor, mama?" Lucas asked.

"Quizas, puedes visitar al apartamento de Dean. Te le puedes pedir, (Maybe you could visit Dean's apartment. You can ask him)" I encouraged. I could tell that my son really loved Dean and just because Dean and I couldn't be friends didn't mean that Dean and Lucas couldn't spend time together. I could see it now: an awkward and uncomfortable future of dropping Lucas off at Dean's and then picking him up, making small talk and trying my hardest not to be involved with Dean.

"My mom says that I can't come to the garage but can I come to your house?" Lucas asked. He was so cute. How could Dean say no?

"Of course! You've just got to ask your mom first," Dean replied.

"Okay. Well, I'm glad that you could come to my birthday. Do you want to go see my friends?" Lucas asked, hopeful.

"Sure," Dean said. Lucas took Dean's hand and led him away to go talk to his group of small four year old friends. I chuckled, seeing the sight and Dean shot me a look like 'what did I just get myself into?'. I smiled, watching the two go off. If only things weren't so screwed up now...

"Hey, you ok?" Katie asked, coming up to me.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine." I took a deep breath.

"I don't know why I'm scared, I've been here before
Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all,
You never know if you never try to forget your past
And simply be mine…"

"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to Lucas, happy birthday to you," we sang, concluding the infamous birthday song.

"Make a wish," I said. Lucas closed his eyes, paused, and then blew out the candles. We all clapped and cheered for him. Next, was present time. Lucas opened his presents with efficiency and glee. The last one was from Dean. He opened it up and his eyes widened as he saw two new books.

"Cool," Lucas said in awe. One was all about cars and the other was a Dr. Seuss book he didn't have.

"I uh, your other present is out in the front yard. I've been working on a bookshelf and thought since you like reading so much, you'd enjoy using it," Dean said.

My jaw almost dropped, "Oh Dean, you shouldn't have."

He shrugged, "I have a lot of time on my hands and I've always wanted to make a bookshelf."

"Thanks so much, Dean!" Lucas exclaimed, getting up and hugging Dean.

"No problem, buddy," Dean replied.

"I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I'm worth it to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance…"

The party began to die down at about three o' clock and everyone had left. Dean had stayed after to help clean up and then stayed for dinner and the rest of the night. He even helped move in the bookcase that he had made for Lucas. To be honest, it was beautiful and Lucas loved it. I honestly didn't know what to say to Dean. I was still mad at him and still hurt, but it was obvious that he truly cared for Lucas. I was so torn! Dean was an amazing man but I needed to stay away from him. Ughhh! But Dean being here at the party was really helping smooth things over between us. For now, we could be friends. For today. Finally, the day began to wind down and before we knew it, it was time to put Lucas to bed.

"Thank you so much for staying late to help out, Dean. I really can't thank you enough," I said as Dean and I approached Lucas' bed room. We were surprised to see that he was already in bed, under the covers, waiting for us to come to the room.

"This has been the best birthday ever. Gracias, mama. And Dean, can you come to my next one?" Lucas asked.

"Sure, I can, if your mom is okay with that," Dean replied. Lucas looked at me.

"Of course he can," I said, exchanging glances with Dean.

"Buenos noches, Lucas," I said.

"Goodnight, mommy. Goodnight, Daddy," he said, before closing his eyes and turning over on his side sleepily. What? Did he really just call Dean Dad? That had really thrown me off guard. Dean and quietly slipped out of his room, closing the door.

"You know, I think can even get some laundry done now that he's-," I started so that there would be no awkward silence moments, especially after what Lucas had said, but was almost instantly cut off but Dean pressing his lips against mine in a passionate manner. Although I knew this was bad and could lead to something like the other night, I couldn't stop. There was this excitement and madness that seemed to consume me as I began to kiss Dean back. Suddenly, I snapped out of whatever spell he had on me and pulled away.

"Dean, I can't do this. We, talked, and-," I started.

"I don't care. Look, I know you said for me not to break up with Ella because of you but, I'm not happy with her. She doesn't make me feel the way you do. You think I want to be looking at you when you're not looking? Do you think I want to be thinking about you when I should be with her? Do you think that the other night, I didn't feel any guilt about hurting her? God, Jennie, it killed me but I knew that I wanted to be with you.. She's not complicated and she doesn't make me feel crazy like you do. Think about it: you, me, and Lucas. We could do this. We could be a family together. I mean, I love Lucas and you always say that he really likes me. And Jen, I love you," Dean confessed. It was as if this was his last chance and honestly, this was.

"Dean, look I get that you want a family but-," I started, trying to keep my guard up. I was going to get hurt like last time. I let Dean in and it back fired and I needed to keep myself and Lucas from being hurt.

"No that's not what this is about!" he protested.

"Dean, Lucas called you 'daddy'. I get it," I said.

"No, you don't get it! I don't just want a family, I want this family!" he exclaimed, angry that I couldn't understand where he was coming from. We were practically shouting at each other.

"Then why haven't you ended it with Ella yet?" I asked, frustrated. If he loved me so much and wanted to be an 'us', then why was he still with her? I had been wondering for so long and it was killing me. It felt good to get it off my chest but I almost instantly regretted it, seeing the hurt in his eyes.

That got him quiet.

"Fine, you know what, Jennie? I'm pretty sick of you not being able to ever say anything back to me? You're always so on guard. You never let people in, Jen and I'm trying here. I don't say things like I just did. I don't. I'm guarded and I can't let people in but there's just, there's you and I, I can't do this to myself anymore," Dean said.

"Dean wait-," I said, as he began to leave.

"I've got to go," Dean said back.

And I didn't stop him because I'm a complete idiot.

"To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile
Until the end starts…"

The sounds of Dean and I's fight last night echoed in my ears that morning. I couldn't stop thinking about it and how wrong I was. Dean loved me, I knew that. He needed to work things out. He hadn't meant to hurt me. And even if he did hurt me, he was right. I was in love with him and I needed to find him and tell him that, no matter how scary it would be this time. I guess I was afraid because I had two people to worry about now: me and Lucas. What if it didn't work out? That wouldn't be fair to Lucas. But for some reason, I felt as though I wouldn't have to worry about that.

I went to work around 6:30 the next day and got off around four. Instead of heading to home to relieve Holden of Lucas, I went to the construction site that I knew Dean would be working today. I needed to tell him. I spotted one man and immediately approached him.

"Hi, would you uh, be able to show me around?" I asked, searching for an excuse to tell this construction worker. "I'm an uh, interested homebuyer."

"Sure," he said.

"And do you by any chance know a Dean Winchester?" I asked.

"Yeah he should be working house 1314," he replied.

"Can you show me that one?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah…" The guy trailed off, suspiciously.

"And here would be the dining room. You said you were looking for a new house?" the man asked.

"Uh yeah, but more importantly, can you point me out Dean Winchester?" I asked, anxiously.

The construction worker and I walked into the area that was supposed to be used as a dining room but as of now, one of the walls weren't built and it was bare materials. Dean was there. He locked eyes with me before turning away.

"Dean, can we talk?" I asked, desperately. The man looked from Dean to me.

"I uh, I'm just going to be over here," he said, sensing that Dean and I most likely needed a moment alone, no matter how hard Dean wanted to avoid me.

I stood in the empty room. Dean would barely look at me. The distance between us was killing me. Dean had every reason to be mad at me. He had every reason to hate me and to be hurt by me but I just needed to say something to him! I knew it was wrong of me to be here, but I had to make it better.

"Look, I get that I hurt you but-," I started.

"Just save it," Dean spat. He began to make his way out of the house that was barely under construction.

"Wait," I said. "Just, hear me out, okay? I listened to you, the least you can do is listen to me. If you don't like what I say then you can just leave but please, just listen to me." I was on the edge of desperation.

He turned around and looked at me. Not only did I see anger in his face but I also saw hurt, which was something I barely saw with Dean. It was something that anyone rarely saw with Dean.

"Look, I've got to get back to work, I… you should go…." Dean trailed off, turning around to ignore me.

And then I was at loss for words. I had no idea what to say to him. This was my chance to tell him everything and I was at loss for words? Well that's just great. I raked my brain for something to say but couldn't come up with anything. I noticed we were in a room that they were building that was supposed to be a dining room and so I finally said this: "Um-, I, uh…. My mom's, I mean, my house has a great dining room."

"Super," Dean said sarcastically.

He let out a sigh that was meant to express the frustration that he had. He had thought I was going to say something worth the while but I hadn't. Just when I thought he was going to leave for good, an idea came to me. I knew just exactly how to say this.

"We only ate in there during holidays and then when my dad died… well we rarely at in the dining room. It was a tradition though, something I want to carry on in my family. And the kitchen, there's enough space on the floor for Lucas and… our kids to play around. Lucas is going to need a brother or a sister, right? I mean, you loved having a brother.

"Speaking of, luckily my roommates have all moved out so Alex's old room would become a nursery for the baby while Katie's room was a playroom, at least until we had another baby, if we had another baby. And I'd have those long annoying hours at the hospital but I'd try to cut down so that I could spend time with our family. And you, you'd probably get annoyed with the long hours but we'd be a family, Dean. And guess what? Our timing would be perfect for once.

You're right, Dean. I want all of those things… and I want them with you. And we can have them. All you have to do is say ok," I said, taking a couple of steps forward. Dean finally turned around to look at me.

And then there was another pause where Dean and I just stared at each other. I could see all of the resentment and sadness disappearing from Dean's eyes.

"And you're right. I am afraid. I'm scared to death, Dean about letting you in. I don't only have to worry about myself but I also have to worry about Lucas. What if things don't go well and we end up hurting him too? And the thing is, I love you, Dean. I shouldn't have left you hanging last night and-," I started.

I opened my mouth to say one more thing but he cut me off my closing the distance between us and kissing me passionately. This is what I had been waiting for. It felt right this time. I indulged in the sweet, addiction that was Dean. His lips moved against mine in rhythm and passion and completely cleared my head about what was rational and important.

"Okay," Dean said, pulling away. The one word that I had once utterly despised coming out of Dean's mouth was now the word that brought me peace.

"Okay?" I asked, hopefully.

"Okay," he smiled.

"Okay," I smiled too. I nodded a little before Dean pulled me in for another kiss.

Okay.

"I know it ain't easy
Giving up your heart
I know it ain't easy
Giving up your heart…"

Author's Note: Finally, huh? OK, well I once again, I actually have another Dean Winchester story written on Quizilla called Diary of a Hunter. It's about Dean and his first love in high school and is different than this story just in the way that it is more about hunting. ANYWAYS, message me or leave a review on this chapter letting me know whether you'd be interested in me posting it on here. Thanks!