Diary of a Hunter

"Why don't you ever go home, child? You've been working all day long. Aren't you tired?" Andrea asked, seeing me in the cafe. It was getting late and I had literally been working all day. When I wasn't working, I had been doing homework or had been spending time with Ethan. I knew it was because I was trying to avoid Dean. I hadn't told Ethan or Andrea about what had happened - Dean or Stephen-wise.

"I don't know. I have nothing better to do anyways," I replied.

"Hm, okay. Well you should start heading home soon or child labor laws might bite me in the ass," Andrea urged, eyeing me suspiciously. She definitely knew something was up.

I chuckled, "Alright, if it comes to that... then I'll go," and got my stuff together about ready to leave when Ethan came down stairs.

"You leaving already?" he asked.

"Yeah, I should be getting home. I've been here all day," I replied.

"Yeah, why is that? Don't get me wrong. We love you but you really have been here all day and I can't figure out why," Ethan speculated.

"Why do I have to have a reason? I'm always over here all the time anyways. Why are you questioning it now?" I asked, shrugging innocently.

"Oh my God, something's up. You never act this way when something isn't up. What are you not telling me?" Ethan asked.

I bit my lip. It was now or never and it's not like I wasn't going to tell him eventually anyways. "Dean and I kissed," I blurted out. Andrea turned to the both of us and Ethan's jaw dropped in awe.

"You what?" the both of the exclaimed.

"We kissed, I uh, I don't know it just kind of happened yesterday. We were in a photo booth at the mall and we just... kissed," I admitted, blushing. I looked down and back up at Ethan to see that he still had a surprised look on his face.

"Oh my God," Ethan gasped.

"It's about damn time too," Andrea added, laughing a little.

I sighed, "That's why I've been here all day. I've kind of been avoiding him all day because we never really talked about it afterwards and I don't really know where we stand anymore so... well you know I'm an avoider anyways!"

"Wow," was all Ethan could say.

"Wow? Thanks, Ethan. You're really helping me," I sighed.

"No, no, I'm sorry. I mean, wow, I just can't believe it finally happened. It is about time but still… aw, I'm happy for you, Mer," Ethan replied.

"Yeah, but now… I'm just confused, you know? I'm happy because it happened but if he didn't mean it, then, well, that kind of screws up our friendship. And he's my best friend…" I trailed off.

"Hey, I thought I was your best friend!" Ethan protested.

"You are! But you're like my brother best friend. He's more my… secret crush best friend. Sorry, I'm being so girly…" I blushed.

"No, what you're being is silly. Dean would be crazy not to like you and the fact that he kissed you means something, Meredith," Ethan reasoned.

"Yeah, but he's kind of… you know, he's Dean. He's a ladies' man and well, what if he's just not a one woman guy? What if he just likes to kiss a bunch of girls and-," I started.

"None of that! Now go home! We're kicking you out right now. It's for your own good. Go talk to Dean!" Ethan ordered, playfully shoving me towards the door.

"Okay, okay! Jeesh…" I chuckled, heading for the door.

When I got home, Bobby and John were already home. Both men questioned me about Friday night and were just glad that I was okay.

"Where's Dean?" I finally asked.

"He went for a walk. He said something about needing to clear his mind. I don't know where the kid gets it," John chuckled, shaking his head and taking sip from his beer.

Needing to clear his mind? Did this have anything to do with me? I fidgeted nervously. I didn't want to cause him any stress. That wasn't even a good sign. If I was causing him some kind of stress, then it was a sign that maybe he had just kissed me just to kiss, not because he had any real feelings for me. Ah, I had to stop this! I was going to drive myself insane!

"How was the hunt?" I asked, snapping out of my head and changing the subject so that I could at least attempt to distract myself.

When Bobby got back from the hunt, he had already given me his 'thank god you're safe. I could kill that kid speech so I knew that I wouldn't have to worry about Bobby and John overreacting to my previous situation.

"It went alright," was all Bobby replied.

"We're going out on another one tomorrow morning though. I'm taking the boys with me this time. There are some important skills that they'll need to learn on this one," John replied.

"Oh," I said. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to face Dean for a couple of days but at the same time, part of me was sad that he'd be away. I wanted to be close to him. It was obvious that I had feelings for him, I just hoped he felt the same way. Why else would he have kissed me? And the way that he kissed me...

"Meredith, are you sure you alright? We can't do anything for you?" Bobby asked.

I nodded, "Yes, I'm fine. Actually, I think I'm just going to go upstairs and shower."

"You don't want to talk about-," Bobby started.

"I'm fine," I cut him off, anxiously peering out of the window to see if Dean was ack.

"Alright well if you need anything…" John started.

I nodded, thanked him, and then went upstairs to take a shower. I picked up the strip of photographs from the photo booth off of my dresser and unfolded it. I looked over the pictures and couldn't help but smile. The first couple of pictures were sweet as we smiled but then it turned into the kiss. I couldn't help but smile because I kept thinking about the way that Dean made me feel. He had me feel... amazing. Damn, I had it bad for him and if he didn't feel the same way... well that'd suck.

I pushed the thoughts from my mind though and then jumped into the shower for a quick shower. After that, I settled into the living room. Bobby and John were in the den talking and having a beer so I turned the TV on. There was an old rerun episode of The X-Fies on and I had nothing better to do.

"What're you watching?" a voice asked, making me practically jump out of my spot on the couch. I looked up from the TV to see Dean Winchester standing above the couch.

"Oh, hi, how was your walk?" I asked back.

"Fine. Hm. What episode?" Dean asked. He sat down on the couch and moved my legs over so that he could sit close to me. He moved my legs on top of his lap, leaving his hand on my shin. I smiled from the warmth from his hand.

"The X-Files and I don't think I've seen this one," I replied, trying to not let his touch bother me.

Dean sighed, "You're killing me, Smalls! You're way behind then."

I rolled my eyes playfully, "Yeah, so?"

"So? Ughh, we're going to have to watch some more when I get back," Dean said with a chuckle before returning his attention back to the television screen.

And then for a couple of minutes, we just watched the show in silence. My legs rested across his lap, just like in the photo booth and we sat close to each other. He had to have the same feelings! He wouldn't have been doing this if he hadn't, right? He wouldn't have taken care of me after Stephen if he didn't have the same feelings. I could just feel it.

"Speaking of, your dad told me that you guys are leaving tomorrow for the hunt," I started, nervously.

"Yeah..." Dean trailed off. "It'll be fun I guess. I'm glad we're going out on a hunt anyways. Things were getting kind of dull around here."

"Right," I mumbled. Dull? Dull? How could they have been getting dull? We had just kissed in a photo booth, leaving at least me wondering, what the hell? I wouldn't exactly consider that dull but hey, maybe he figured things out on that long walk of his. Maybe he just decided that we shouldn't be together…

"But I'll miss you, Meredith," Dean added, catching me by surprise.

"Oh," I said, surprised at his response. So much for my theory. Geez, I should just talk to him so I don't get like this. "I'll miss you too." I took a pause, thinking over what I wanted to say next. "Be careful, okay? For me." For me? Why did I just say that? It's not like I was his girlfriend or anything.

"I will," he replied, trying to convince me. I then looked at him and he was already staring at me. "Mer..."

"Yeah?" I asked.

And instead of answering, Dean leaned in and kissed me. I closed my eyes and it was as if we were back in the photo booth, sharing our first kiss all over again. His arms went around my waist and mine around his neck. He pulled me close and continued to kiss me. He licked my bottom lip, begging for entrance so I obliged, curious to see whether I'd like Dean kissing me this way for the second time. I mean, sure this was a little bit heavier but still, would I like Dean kissing me again? Maybe it was just us caught up in the moment.

Oh yes, I liked it very much. We continued this for a bit longer before Dean pulled away, to my disappointment.

But he didn't disappoint at all. He began to leave kisses on my jaw, leading down to my neck. A man had never kissed me like this - not here. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, and then back up to my lips. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed what he did. When he got back to my lips, Dean pecked me on the lips once before pressing his forehead against mine as we just breathed. No one had ever kissed me like that and I was speechless. The things that he made me feel... I then leaned in and kissed him again. I opened my mouth and his tongue gladly massaged mine, and mine his. He brought me close to him, our chests pressing together. It was if an electric shock and been sent through the both of us.

"Dean!" I heard John call.

Dean and I pulled away in a panic but were almost instantly relieved that Bobby and John were still in the den and hadn't just seen what had just happened.

"Coming," Dean called. He looked at me apologetically before getting up, and going into the den to talk to his dad and Bobby.

The way that Dean had just kissed me... he had to have feelings for me.

Dean had gone into the den to talk to his dad and after the episode of The X-Files, I went upstairs to my bedroom and got ready for bed. They had been in there for a while and I just figured it was worth me going to sleep.

"Hey..." Dean started. I looked up from my book as I got in bed, about to go to sleep.

"Hey," I replied, looking up at him and smiling. Our little make out session there had had me smiling uncontrollably ever since.

"So about today... and yesterday," Dean started,slowly walking over to me and sitting down on the edge of my bed.

"Right," I said, putting my book down next to me.

"Look, I'm leaving tomorrow and, well, maybe we should just talk about it when we get back. It'll give us time to think, you know? I mean, don't get me wrong it was great, you're great, we'd be..." Dean trailed off.

"Great?" I asked, completing his sentence.

"Yeah," Dean chuckled, looking down, blushing a little. "I'll be back Wednesday just in time for the game and homecoming on Friday so maybe Wednesday morning or before practice or something? Whenever I get home, I guess…"

"Sure," I replied, optimistically. Things seemed to be looking up.

"Look, I'm not really good at this whole talking thing," Dean started.

"You seem fine," I shot back, playfully.

"Yeah, Okay," Dean chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. He kissed me one more time before saying goodnight and leaving my bedroom.