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Ch. 2:

That night I tried to concentrate on my homework but all I could think about was Dean. I had stared at the same picture for at least 20 minutes, but all I could see was him. There was just something about him that captivated me. I was not one to just go out with total strangers. I had actually only really been on one date before and that had been my senior prom a few months back, but I'm not sure that even counted. I didn't get asked out very often because of my brothers.

I have threebig brothers; Michael, Gabriel, and Balthazar. Michael is the oldest, he's 28. Gabriel is the second oldest and is 26, Balthazar comes in third at 23. Needless to say boys weren't very keen to ask me out since I was so well protected. It was (and still is) very annoying. I guess it just comes with the territory of being the baby and the only girl.

I'm closest to Gabriel relationship wise, even though I'm closer in age with Balthazar. Gabriel is such a goof; you can't be around him and not laugh. When we were younger he used to let me help him pull pranks on Michael and Balthazar. He was always pulling some kind of prank on the family. Michael normally just got really annoyed and mad, but Gabriel didn't care, he'd just laugh and wrap an arm around Michael's shoulders. Gabriel and I have just always gotten along. Balthazar and I get along pretty well too, but he's always trying to get in all of my friends pants. He's a shameless flirt. Mom says she's worried that some woman is going to show up on his doorstep one day with Balthazar's baby on her hip. In all honesty I'm surprised it hasn't happened yet. Michael and I barely get along. There's a 10 year age gap between us so we don't have a lot in common. Michael is a pretty serious guy as well; too serious most of the time to be honest. He's a really good guy though; super loyal and the one person you can count on to beat someone up if they make you mad.

They're annoying and drive me absolutely crazy. But I couldn't ask for better brothers.

My whole family is from a small town in Oklahoma called Heavener. Less than four thousand people live there. The running joke is that there are angels actually living in the city.

Pffft.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as Ariel let out a rather loud snore. I looked up at the clock and noticed it was almost 1am. I hate the save button on my project and sighed. I hadn't gotten anything done and my stomach was in knots just thinking about my date with Dean Winchester.

What was I thinking?

Morning came all too quickly and Ariel was fussing over me, trying to give me 'tips' as she tried to put it: 'don't give out too much information, don't be easy, make him for it' blah, blah, blah. She was almost as much of a flirt as Balthazar.

"You better tell me everything!" Ariel demanded.

"Of course I'm gonna tell you everything!" I told her. "I'll text you to rescue me if he turns out to be a total creep."

"Good! Now go, you're gonna be late." Ariel laughed, shoving me out the door.

I hailed a taxi and was there in a few minutes, but I was still a little late so I rushed inside. The bakery was on the left hand side and towards the back of the hotel. I made my way there and saw that there was a long line already formed and Dean was waiting on the customers. I smiled as I watched him work and after a few minutes our eyes met. He smiled brightly and mouthed 'one sec.' I nodded and took a seat at one of the smaller tables.

I didn't have to wait too long though; soon Dean emerged with two bowls of soup and glasses of water.

"Sorry about that," Dean immediately apologized. "It got kinda crazy and I just couldn't leave Benny alone to deal with that."

"It's alright; I kinda figured that when I saw the line."

He sat down and smiled. "So you came."

"I did."

"I gotta admit I'm kinda surprised."

"Oh?" I arched a brow.

"I thought my abrupt pleading for a date would've scared you off."

I laughed at that. "I didn't exactly play hard to get."

"I would've worked at it if you had." He told me.

"Why?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you know this or not," he whispered. "But you're really gorgeous."
I blushed furiously, casting my eyes towards my lap. I could hear him chuckling and I scowled at him; which of course just made him laugh harder. "You're also adorable."

"And I'm starting to think you're insufferable." I told him.

Dean laughed again. "You're funny."

"You don't know me."

"I'd like to." He replied.

I blushed again. "What do you wanna know?" I asked quietly, looking at my hands in my lap. I was trying my hardest to control my stupid blushing.

"Well, first I'd like to eat," said Dean. "I don't know about you but I'm starving."

I laughed. "Me too."

The soup was delicious. It was some kind of beef vegetable soup and it was pretty much the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.

"This is fantastic!" I told him.

"Yeah?" He smiled widely.

I nodded. "Best soup I've ever tasted actually."

"Well thank you."

"You made this?" I asked, shocked.

"Surprised?" He asked.

"A bit." I admitted.

"I've got some major skills thank you very much." He replied, a smirk on his face.

"You just don't look like a cooking kind of guy."

"And what kind of guy do I look like?" Dean asked that smirk still on his face.

"A male model." I blurted out without thinking.

Dean laughed. "That's not really my thing."

I was blushing again, but I also saw that Dean's face was a bit pinker too, which made me feel better.

"So cooking is your thing?" I asked.

"I enjoy it." He nodded.

"What else do you enjoy?" I asked.

"I like cars."

"Cars?"

"I have another job at Mazzini Motori." Dean told me.

"You have two jobs?" I asked, surprised.

"Yup."

"Why two?"

"Need the money." He shrugged.

"You must be awfully busy."

"Feels that way sometimes," he said. "But I always have Sunday off and I'm by 7 at the latest."

"Well that's good. At least you aren't out too late."

"Yeah, it works out pretty well," said Dean. "I try to have fewer hours in the summer though."

"How come?"

"My little brother is out of school and I try to spend more time with him."

"You have a little brother?"

Dean nodded. "Sam. He's 16, just turned 16 last month actually. He's gonna be junior in high school now. He's wicked smart too. Got all As last year and even managed to get in advance placement classes next year."

Dean looked so proud I couldn't help but grin at him.

"That's awesome, is he gonna get college credit?" I asked.

"Definitely. He's gonna be a lawyer." Dean answered proudly.

"Wow, he'll be making the big bucks."

"He better! I'll be the one paying for what the scholarships don't. That little brat has to be able to take care of me when I'm old."

I laughed at that.

"What about you?" Dean asked. "You got any siblings?"

"Oh yeah." I laughed.

"Younger?"

I shook my head. "I have three big brothers.

Dean's eyes widened a wry smile on his face. "Three of them?"

I nodded, my own smile growing.

"Tell me about them." Dean leaned back in his seat, his eyes completely focused on me. I met his eyes and couldn't help but stare for a moment. His eyes were the kind of green you would see in jewelry; bright but with a clearness to them, as if you could look right through them. He had a smirk on his face again so I shook my head to try and clear it.

"Um, my oldest brother Michael is 28, Gabriel is 26, and Balthazar is 23."

"And how old are you?'

There it was; the question that we both had been dancing around. Part of me was terrified that he would be outraged at how young I was.

"I'm 18." I replied rather quickly.

Dean laughed. "Relax, I'm not that much older than you."

"Shut up," I scowled at him, making him laugh once more. "How old are you?"

"20."

I almost sighed in relief.

"How old did you think I was?" He asked, amused.

I shrugged. "I dunno...23, 24."

"Nice to know I look old."

I rolled my eyes but smiled. "You sound like Gabriel."

"Who's your favorite brother?" Dean asked.

"I don't have a favorite!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "I love them all equally!"

"Sammy's my favorite."

"He's your only brother!" I laughed before adding, "Right?"

"Yup, just Sammy."

"Well then of course he's your favorite."

Dean chuckled. "Okay, okay. Who do you get along with the most then?"

"Gabriel." I answered without hesitation.

"That was quick." Dean laughed.

I scowled at him again. "Oh hush."

Dean grinned. "So you two are pretty close?"

I nodded. "He's 8 years older but he has a wicked sense of humor and he's got the biggest heart."

Dean smiled softly. "What about your other brothers?"

"Well, Balthazar is a total flirt. If it has two legs he'll more than likely try to sleep with it." I answered, making Dean laugh. "And Michael is super serious, the guy rarely smiles but when he does he lights up the room."

"What brings you to Italy?"

"School."

"Which school?" Dean asked.

"I got into the New York Film Academy." I replied.

Dean whistled. "Nice."

"Thank you. It's gonna be a lot of hard work, but it's one of the best school's for photography."

"Sammy wants to go to Stanford." Dean told me.

"That's a great school."

"Yeah, moving there is gonna be a pain though," said Dean. "Another reason why I need money. The kid will get a ton of scholarships, but plane tickets back to the states are crazy expensive."

"Why are you in Italy?" I asked.

Something crossed Dean's face, his eyes flashed for a moment. I couldn't exactly tell what it was, but I definitely saw something.

"My old man disappeared when I was 16 and Sam was 12. We've got family up here so we moved."

"What about your mom?"

"Died in a fire when I was 4."

"I'm so sorry Dean." I replied sincerely.

Dean shrugged. "It's okay, I'm over it."

I didn't believe a word of that. He wasn't over it; his whole demeanor had shifted at the mention of his parents. He seemed more defensive and it was obvious he was playing up the nonchalance. I could see it in his eyes.

"Hey, it's okay really." Dean told me, noticing my silence. "I got full custody of Sammy when I turned 18 and it's been me and him ever since."

"You're rather fond of him huh?"

Dean smiled. "He's a good kid."

I was about to ask him about the family he had up here but someone called out his name.
Dean cursed under his breath. "Looks like I gotta go."

I couldn't help but feel severely disappointed.

"Can I see you again?" Dean asked, green eyes bright and hopeful. He reached for my hand and electricity seemed to shoot through the two of us. Dean's eyes brightened and I could tell that he had felt it too.

"I'd really like that."

Dean grinned widely. "Awesome. Tomorrow?'

I laughed. "Surely you were bored by today. You really wanna be bored tomorrow?"

"Well first of all you are most certainly not boring, and second of all I want to see you again tonight but I thought I'd scare you off if I asked."

I stared at him for a moment. I barely knew this man and yet it felt as if I had known him for years. I couldn't quite place my finger on it. I was drawn to him though, and I very much wanted to see him again, and as soon as possible.

"Okay," I finally said. "Tonight."

"Tonight?" Dean asked, shocked.

"Call me crazy, but I think tonight would be great." I told him with a laugh. Dean got to his feet and walked me back to the front of the hotel.

"Meet me where we first met, at your spot on the beach." Dean told me. "Be there at 8."

"Why there?" I asked.

"I'm going to show you the real Italy bella mia." He whispered in my ear, swiftly kissing me on the cheek before walking back to the bakery. I stood there stunned, a dopey grin on my face.

And as I left I couldn't help but think that that day was going to be the best day of my life.