May 30th (One More Crash Landing)

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Stella wasn’t fond of either look she got from Jenny or Abby. Neither woman could understand why she was having dinner with Dean. Stella couldn’t really understand it herself, but all she knew was that she had to see him before he moved and she left. They had Noah to talk about if things got to heated and he always made people happy. And now Dean could probably feel him which would be strange to say the least.

She drove to Vista Romantica having never been there before. She told Noah not to worry and that no matter what happened he’d always have her and his family. He didn’t need a dad, he had plenty of good male role models. She knew that Dean wanted to be Noah’s dad but she knew that once he was gone there was a good chance he wasn’t coming back so she tried not to rely on his guarantees.

She parked and got out of the car, grabbing her purse. She tugged at her dress, hating that she was wearing it. It was beyond comfy, but she always felt off in dresses especially when she wasn’t at work. She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she headed for the entrance.

She walked up to the hostess and smiled friendly opening her mouth to say she was meeting someone when she saw Dean with no surprise, the best table in the house.

“I’m with him,” Stella said motioning towards Dean. The hostess nodded and Stella walked the short distance to the table noting the gorgeous view Dean had gotten them. She stood for a moment smiling at him, holding her bump at the top of it.

“Hi,” Stella said having come off with nothing else clever to say, she smiled at him though and was glad she’d came.

Dean had made the reservations nearly two weeks before their date. Though he knew it wasn’t that. In reality it was a goodbye dinner. In less than a month Dean would be on his way to Brown and Stella would be leaving in a day for New York. This was the parting of the ways, but they would still remain attached. He called that little string, Noah. He was overjoyed by the coming of his son into the world. He had already planned to come back the week of October that Stella was due. He would walk through hell in order to be there.

If anything, Dean was caring. Yes, he had a funny way of showing it and difficulty expressing it, but he loved the people around him. He loved Stella, he always would. He loved their son, even though he wouldn’t be able to be present in his life as much as he would like. Hell, he even loved all the people still on this island that hated him for what he’d done.

His palms were sweating. It wasn’t nervousness per se. More the idea that this was a goodbye. It felt serious, somber, a little ridiculous in his eyes. It was mostly likely his defense mechanisms popping up to make him look like a tough guy. He waited in the restaurant, arriving about fifteen minutes early and sitting at the table shotgunning glasses of water.

He looked up just as she walked in, baby bump showing with her hands resting at the top of it. He smiled, standing up to give her a hug, “Hey, Stells.”

Though he guessed it probably annoyed her, he put a hand on her baby bump speaking to Noah, “Hey little guy.”

He walked over to her chair pulling it out she could sit, “So how’s stuff?”

May 8th: Save A Dance For Me

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Stella laughed when dipped her and brought her back up. It was kind of nice seeing the old Dean come out, even if it was just briefly. It was also nice knowing that he could handle her when she felt ten times her usual size.

“Dean,” she started as he pulled her closer. She didn’t object, this was after all the place she’d wanted to be for so long, but it wasn’t the same as it was before. She had moved on and she wasn’t sure he wasn’t trying to find his spot back in her life where she was sure there wasn’t one.

“If you want to be here with me, then that’s where I want you to be,” she said grasping his face for a moment. She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed his forehead smiling at him.

“Aside from when I broke up with you, that’s all I’ve wanted. You can be in as much as my life as you want.”

Dean smiled widely as he kissed her on the forehead, he looked down at his feet for a moment. He pondered the idea of them being friends, just friends. It confused him. The idea of it was abnormal. Two friends who happened to have a child together. Though, what had been normal about the two of them?

When he looked back up, his eyes met hers and he finally answered, “I want to be in your life, Stella. As much as I can. Especially for the sake of Noah. I’m not saying I’m going to jump and try to be his father, but I want him to know who I am and that I love him.”

He smirked, “Who knows I might actually miss Shorehaven enough to come back after I’m done with school. Though I doubt it. I get a lot of shit on this fucking island. Let’s just say even the cops are glad to see me go.”

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February 15th (BT: 11pm) Want You In My Rear Window

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“You definitely destroyed my virginity Deano,” Stella said playfully having not used his nickname in a long time.

She settled against him more, closing her eyes wondering if he’d still be here when she woke up. She knew not to count on it considering it was Dean and the moment things were good was when things went bad.

She felt his weight against her and she felt safe again. Like they could actually make this work again if he really wanted to. She opened her eyes when he spoke and the smallest flutter in her heart made her know that she was still all his. That the moment he wanted her back, she’d come running. She closed her eyes again letting a small smile break through. “You can always have me,” she whispered before falling asleep hoping like hell he’d be there when she opened her eyes again.

Dean smiled down at her before finally drifting off. He felt like he belonged with her. That in all the crazy, stupid, fucked up world there would be one person who would always care even when they really couldn’t afford to. Here he was with a missing sister, a dad threatening to disown him, and zero allies in the world. Yet there was Stella, the one girl who would never leave. He felt safe

When he woke up the blue, grey light of the morning was just starting to show through the window. He glanced at the clock, 5 AM. He let out a yawn, wincing at the pain in his ribs. Suddenly he recalled what had happened, where he was, who was still in his arms. He strained his neck to look down at Stella, still fast asleep on his chest.

His hand came up to pet the back of her hair. He shifted, looking around the room, planning his escape. Too much, too soon, he told himself. Though, there was Stella and he didn’t want to leave without saying anything. He leaned down to her ear, whispering quietly, “Stella, wake up.”

March 3rd: (BT: 11pm) Somehow You Still Get The Best Of Me

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Dean wrung his hands, a habit he’d picked up over the last months, “I was well behaved as a kid actually. Surprisingly enough Piper was the one who was a little shit. I think we might have changed personalities somewhere down the line.”

He laughed, “Though I did have this obsession with boobs. Any woman who picked me up, I automatically put my hands on her tits. So I guess not that much has changed.”

His focus was on the TV again, avoiding eye contact. He was suddenly feeling nervous. It annoyed him how she could make him feel that way.

“Well there is that saying ‘it takes a village to raise a child’ right?” He smirked, “As far as I’m concerned this whole damn island is going to be doting on that kid whether you like it or not. With our genes? He’s gonna be the cutest damn kid the world’s ever seen.”

“If it makes you feel better, your kid is the only one having access to mine,” Stella said looking down at her growing chest. She didn’t like that part, not that she liked most of it but she had enough issues to deal with, she didn’t need bigger boobs on top of everything else.

She thought about what he said. He was right, in terms of the way things had gone down, she’d definitely come out victorious but it didn’t feel any better knowing that. She had all the support she needed around her, but it didn’t make her feel any better knowing that he was all alone. She would have tried to be there for him, but he’d made it clear he didn’t want that.

“Damn straight,” she said looking at him then laughing, “RC, whether it’s a boy or girl is gonna break a lot of hearts.”

Dean smirked, looking over at her in agreement, “A lot of hearts.”

There was a moment of silence between the two. Dean stared at the television wondering to himself what they were actually watching. He wouldn’t have focused on it either way. Instead, his mind was busy trying to decided whether or not it would be appropriate to touch Stella. He just wanted somebody to hold him. Which sounded so fucking lame in his head.

He wasn’t denying it. Things were fucked. He was fucked. Piper was there, back in Shorehaven. She had enough to worry about, even if she told him that they would be there for each other it was unrealistic to thing that she could deal with both his problems and her own. Dean felt alone. He looked down at Stella’s hand, wondering if he should hold it.

It was nerve-wracking. He sucked in a breath, reaching out finally and putting his hand over hers. He didn’t say a word, just stared ahead at the TV, hoping she wouldn’t pull away.

December 31st: You’re The One That I Want (Smut on the dancefloor)

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Stella nodded in agreement. “That sounds like us,” Stella said with a grin. She was nervous for what was going to happen later, but she was mostly excited. Excited to get Dean back to her house and do what she was sure he’d wanted to do since they met.

She spent the next thirty minutes forgetting they were at a party. Forgetting that anyone else even existed. She had never been so turned on or so ready to have someone rip her clothes off. She felt lust towards Dean but she knew it ran deeper than that. She wanted this to be with him because she was falling for him. 

Stella grinned up at him, keeping her arms around his neck. She mouthed the countdown to him. She didn’t wish him a Happy New Year and instead kissed him, bringing her hands to grasp his neck gently.

She pulled away with a smile wanting to get him home with her now. “Happy New Year Dean, are you ready to go ring it in now?” she whispered meaning something else entirely.

Dean smirked when she pulled away. His hands reached up to his neck to her hands, he gripped them lightly. He motioned towards the back of the room, “Let’s go get you changed huh?”

He held her hand as they walked through the crowds of people to get her stuff. It was surreal, a massive crowd of people all dressed up the way they were. They passed couples kissing others dancing, some fighting, screaming. It was loud and crowded and hot, yet somehow it felt to him that is was only the two of them in the whole room. After they had gotten the bag with her change of clothes, he made a beeline to the bathrooms in the back.

There was a brief moment as he opened the bathroom door and then just as quick he was pulling her into the room with him. Kissing her immediately, “Do you want me to leave while you get dressed or do you want me in here with you?”

I would also like to let you all know

I’m bringing my A game tonight for Shorehaven Idol.

You know what sucks about the festival?

I’m still in school. So I can’t go to anything until I get home at like four in the fucking afternoon.