Friday:

I blurted out my answer.

"Getting wet."

He smiled at me, "I can see that."

"Ummm..." I stuttered out, "I'm going to go...."

"Hey, Gabs, wait!"

Dean grabbed my hand. I looked up into his eyes.

"Please come in," he said, "You're getting soaked."

I blinked the rain from my eyes.

This is what I had come here for.

I nodded, "Ok."

Dean kept his hand in mine as he led me to the front door.

I stepped into the house and right away started to shiver.

Dean walked past me and headed towards the kitchen. I watched him for a few seconds before walking over to stand at the edge of the room.

"It's beautiful in here," I said.

Dean looked up at me, "I thought you'd like if I finished it."

I ran my hand over the surface of the counter, "The cabinets are perfect."

"I knew you'd like it," Dean said, "Do you want a beer?"

"No, I'm good," I muttered, looking down.

Dean put his bottle back.

"Lets talk in the living room, shall we?" Dean suggested.

I agreed quietly as I followed him in.

Dean sat down and Callie right away went to him. I sat next to him, keeping my distance.

"She missed you," Dean said as he stroked Callie's head.

"I missed her," I admitted.

"How is your head?" I asked him.

Dean ran a hand through his hair, "I mean headaches are quite often, but it's nothing to serious."

Dean smiled at me, "I take it you came here for a reason."

I nodded, "I came to get you to come back."

Dean started tapping his hand on his shoulder, "I figured. I suppose you want to stay with the authority so you don't get punished, right?

I stayed silent for a few seconds before answering.

"No," I decided.

Dean scooted closer to me, "So you don't care what they do to you? You know it's going to be ten times worse than it was."

A smile came on my face, "It sounds like you're trying to convince me to stay with them."

"I just want you to know what you're getting into," Dean admitted.

I looked away from him, "We have to get rid of them. They are going way over the line."

"You're telling me," he said, "I almost got my head smashed in a month ago."

The image played in my head.

"So, what's your plan than?" Dean asked.

I shrugged, "I was hoping you would help me with that."

Later......

It was about ten o'clock and I was still at the house. Every minute I kept glancing at the clock.

Dean and I had talked for about two hours about what to do. We had come up with tons of options, but we still hadn't decided what to do. We were still sitting on his couch.

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