"I love Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin. I love oldies. Especially older rock music," Dean said. "It's soothing for me. What about you?"

"Yeah, Janis Joplin is my favorite singer," I said. "I also like Guns N' Roses, Michael Jackson, Prince, and Janet Jackson. Hell, others I can't think about at the moment because this food is so good!"

Dean had taken me to an exclusive seafood restuarant that had a breathtaking view of the city. We had talked about everything, from music, to how he started wrestling. His story was intriguing. It made me respect him more as a person. He said himself he came from nothing and he made something of himself, even though he wanted to quit multiple times. Good thing he didn't. He's just too sweet of a person and too amazing to give up easily.

I told him about my past relationship and how it went sour. I told him how Biggy has been my backbone and has been very protective of me ever since we were younger and how he's REALLY protective of me now.

"Well, me and Big E don't have any problems. But," Dean said, looking directly into my eyes. "He cannot stop the fact that I like you."

I smiled at that. "You're right. He can't."

Me and Dean ordered a slice of chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream. Best damn desert in the world. Especially when you have someone like Dean to share it with.

I scooped up some cake and ice cream and put it in Dean's mouth. He did the same to me, only he playfully missed my mouth and got cake on the side of my face.

"Well! I have never," I said playfully.

Dean smiled and wiped my face with a napkin.

"I'm sorry darling, I was hoping I could get the chance to lick the icing off of your beautiful face," he said, winking.

I winked right back at him.

The waiter came back with our bill, which Dean paid for with no problem. He tipped the waiter and we decided to step outside the restuarant, where there was soothing music playing outside. This place was so fancy that it had a little patio where one could sit and look out at the city lights. Dean sure knew how to pick a good place for a date.

"Want to dance?" Dean asked suddenly.

I didn't hesitate.

I wrapped my arms around Dean's neck while he placed his hands on my waist.

We slow danced that way for the next hour. Being in Dean's prescence again made me more happier than I already was. I was looking straight into Dean's blue eyes while he looked into my brown eyes. He had a slight smile on his face. He didn't have to say anything for me to understand his feelings for me.

"I don't want this night to end, Dean," I said to him, almost in a whisper.

"Who said it had to?"

Dean leaned in and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him tighter and he wrapped his arms around me tighter. We were both moaning into each other's mouths, getting lost in the moment. Things became heated and Dean reached into my blouse to try to unhook my bra. I broke away at that moment.

"Dean, not here, no," I said, through short breathes.

Dean removed his hand from the inside of my blouse. "Sorry."

"That's alright. I think we should head to your hotel room," I said.

Dean's eyes seem to light up when I said that.

Before I knew it, Dean had me on his bed and was attacking me with kisses. He kissed my neck, my cheek, and my lips multiple times. I decided to tame him and wrap myself around him and attack him with a barrage of kisses.

Ring ring ring.

SHIT.

Me and Dean stopped making out long enough for me to answer my cell phone.

It was Biggy.

Fuck.

"Sorry, it's Biggy."

Dean sat at the end of the bed, with a slight look of annoyance. I don't blame him.

"Hello?"

"Where are you Desiree?"

Right then I wondered if I should tell Biggy the truth or lie.

I figured the truth wouldn't hurt.

Boy was I going to be wrong.

"I'm with Dean," I said.

There was a quick pause.

"Okay, see you when you get back. Don't be gone too late, alright?" Biggy said.

"I won't. Love you, bye," I said. I hung up the phone quick before he could say another word.

I joined Dean on the edge of the bed and grabbed his hand.

"Now, where were we?"

I went back to my hotel room after another makeout session with Dean. Damn, that man knows how to kiss.

Luckily, Biggy was asleep on the pull out bed from the couch along with Dave, who looked like an angel sleeping. Only when sleeping, too, because he's a Tasmanian Devil when he's awake.

I went over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He stirred a little but continued resting peacefully. I cut off the television. They were watching our favorite show ever, Tom & Jerry.

I took a hot bath, slipped into my night gown and decided to watch Tom & Jerry in my room and thank Dean for the great night.

I decided to call him. After two rings, he picked up.

"Hi there," Dean said.

"Hi. I would like to thank you for tonight. It was really amazing," I said.

"Don't mention it. Are you off again tomorrow?" I asked.

"No, I have to wrestle tomorrow. But I think you'd want to see this match," Dean said, matter of factly.

"Who're you competing against?" I asked again.

"You sure you want to know?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"YES."

"It's your brother."

"Get out of here!"

"Nope."

"That's great! I'm DEFINITELY going to be front row."

"You sure will. Goodnight love. Sleep good," Dean said.

"Thanks. You get a good night's rest, too. Love you."

"Love you,too."

With that, I unfortunately had to hang up for the night and go to sleep.

I dreamt about Dean.