Title: No Fear - sequel to one life

Parts - one

Fandom - Blue Juice (ewan)

Rating: PG-13 I think, maybe a really low R

Summary: Dean finds his place

Pairing: Dean/OFC

Disclaimer: my no own dean...and any resemblance of the character to Amy

is highly intentional because my wuv her to death and I would never take

dean away from her...

Notes: To amy, cause she's so gosh darn nice and cute :)

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            Life's little quirks and ironies never ceased to amaze him. In all

reality, he shouldn't even have been alive, let alone enjoying a

comfortable evening at home, never mind the fact that home was now across

the pond in a small town in North Carolina, or the fact that he had

something worth living for, as well as someone to devote himself to, the

someone who was the reason he was even lounging on the couch watching tv

in the apartment at all.

            The reason was, at the moment, lounging by his side, engrossed in the

animated movie flickering across the tv screen. Dean's sunny grin had

finally come back into place, but it wasn't because of the bizarre antics

of the colorful characters he was watching. It was because he just loved

looking at the woman he was curled up with...loved hearing her laugh at

the movie, loved being with her as much as he possibly could. Because of

her he had given up drug dealing to run a small surf shop along the

Carolina coast. She had been the one to convince him to stay in touch

with his friends, but to go where destiny led him, too. She was the one

who had spied him surfing half-hazardly in the Boneyard, and somehow knew

that something was dangerously wrong. Without a second thought she had

walked straight from the shore right into the churning water, the waves

soaking the sundress she had worn instantly. She hadn't been concerned

that she barely knew how to swim...all she knew was that something was

terribly wrong with him and she had to help him out. And when he saw her

fighting to keep her head above the waves, she had, of course, become his

top priority. The thought of taking his own life had dissipated as easily

as foam on the tide. And even when he had gotten her to dry land, she

hadn't been concerned at all with herself, but had immediately enquired

about his wellbeing, his safety...

            And after building a slow connection with the beach bunny, he realized

that by time she was ready to go back to the states, to head home from her

vacation, that he had to be with her. And he had left everything he knew

behind....left it for responsibility, for the new hazards and thrills of a

relationship, had left it for her. And here he was, two years later,

remarkably happy.

            Dean rolled his eyes as the slender redhead in his lap made her usual

comments about the upcoming scene in "Lilo and Stitch." True, she had made

him as much of a television junkie as Terry was, but there was never a

dull moment. "For the last fucking time you do NOT look like Myrtle

Edmonds!" he muttered before she could even get the observation out of her

mouth.

            "Glasses, red hair, I look like a geek....that's all I have to say," she

muttered, not even turning around to fix him with a glare. He chuckled and

tugged the end of a red tress teasingly.

            "You do not look like a geek, and there are two marjo differences," he

purred in her ear, smirking when she shivered slightly against his chest.

            "Oh yeah? What're those?" she sighed, lazily grabbing a handful of

popcorn as they watched Stitch and Lilo ride off on Myrtle's tricycle.

            "Well for one, I can be with you and not be considered a pedophile," he

drawled, laughing when she smacked him lightly on the thigh in response.

"And at any rate, I don't consider Myrtle Edmonds drop dead sexy the way I

consider you," he rumbled in her ear, grinning when he felt her freeze and

try to fight off the tremble. She was just too cute and too sweet...it was

no wonder why he could never stay away from her for long, or keep his

hands off her much when they were together.

            He felt considerably proud of himself when he saw the blush creep across

the back of her neck and she shifted slightly against him. "Only you would

see me that way," she sighed and he could hear the soft smile in her

voice. He chuckled slightly and held her closely to him, his smile turning

warmer as he breathed in the comforting scent of her hair.

            "Only you would see me as something worth saving," he cooed. She craned

her head to look him in the eye.

            "Well you are..you're a wonderful person Dean...and I like having you

around," she murmured, her lips brushing across his affectionately. He

could feel his skin tingle with the delicious contact, something he never

would have thought as having so much meaning when he tried to take the

plunge those years ago. Somehow he knew that drowning himself in Amy's

world, life, and love was a much better option than drowning himself in

the unsympathetic waters of the Boneyard.

            "I'm glad to hear it..." he purred, his lips pressing gently to her

jawline. Because I think that-" he gasped as the wind was knocked out of

him by a living missile that landed in his lap, looking up at him with

eyes that demanded petting.

            "Pete," Amy laughed, ruffling the fur between the tabby's ears. Dean

laughed and stroked the feline before gently setting it down on the floor.

            "If you'll let me get a sentence out you can have the couch back soon,"

Dean remarked to Pete, who looked put out but said nothing. "Now then...if

you're sure you'd really like to keep me around..." he murmured, glancing

into Amy's curious eyes.

            "Of course...why, is something wrong?" she asked, trepidation knotting

itself in her stomach.

            "No, course not...I just...well...I'm not very good at this," he

admitted, his cheeks coloring slightly under the reddish brown stubble

that always lay there.

            "What? Dean...what is it?" Amy asked, turning to look him firmly in the

eyes.

            "Well..." he murmured, his fingertips brushing her cheek softly before

reaching back to dig in his cargo pants. He frowned, his hand sliding

deeper but yet coming up with nothing. "Aw fuck, hang on," he growled,

standing so he could reach around properly, gripping whatever was in his

pocket with a sudden accomplished grin. Amy had no idea what he was

planning...he was good at surprises, though he was keeping them to a

minimum lately. "Well...what I was trying to ask," he murmured as his

hand opened to reveal a small jewelry box....Time seemed to stand still

for her, and her eyes couldn't seem to get any wider. She didn't even

realize he was now kneeling in front of her, that sunny grin even broader

at her stunned reaction.

            "What? I...what did you say?" she whispered and Dean chuckled softly,

stroking her hair.

            "You saved me....my life, my soul that day...gave me a second chance...I

want to spend it with you....marry me," he purred, his eyes glittering

with delight and wickedness.

            "Of course," she breathed, and in an instant the ring was on her finger

and his lips were snugly against hers.

            Not too long after they retreated to the back room, leaving Pete the

entire front couch, nicely warmed from their body heat, too, which was

just the way he liked it.

End.