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“Where are you going?” Sam asked as Dean walked past the kitchen and over to the door.

“Out?” Dean slipped into her sneakers. 

“Where?” Sam asked again.

“The coffee shop?” she said slowly. “I have a paper due on Tuesday?” 

Sam stared at her blankly.

Dean stared at her brother and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m going to work on my paper at the coffee shop.” She practically deadpanned. “I told you this yesterday.”

“Right!” Sam gave an awkward laugh. “I knew that.”

“Sure you did.” Dean smirked. “Anyways,” she shouldered her bag. “I’ll let you know if I go anywhere else. Only other place I might go is the park since the weather’s nice.” She nodded in his direction. “Go sit down before you fall down. I told you not to stay up and do that other assignment.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Sam waved his sister off. “But now I don’t have to worry about it.”

“Whatever.” Dean shook her head. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” 

“I’ll be here.” Sam smiled.

Dean smiled back before heading out the door.

*****

“Can I get a large hot coffee? Cream and nine sugars. And a toasted croissant.”

“Geez, sugar high, much?” Dean muttered under her breath as the long-haired and lanky guy in front of her ordered his coffee.

“Excuse me?” The guy turned around and Dean felt a blush spread across her cheeks. 

“Um,” Dean sputtered. “N-Nothing . Sorry.” She cast her eyes downward. 

She heard him let out a small sigh and risked a look up through her lashes.

He was approximately the same height as Sam, maybe an inch or two shorter. His hair was a soft brown, coming down to about his shoulders, curling at the ends. He was wearing a simple light blue button down and a pair of tan khakis and he was carrying a leather messenger bag. Dean noticed that she could see that his socks were mismatched through the holes in his converse. She trailed her eyes farther upwards until they were met with a pair of brown ones framed by some horn-rimmed glasses.

Damn he’s attractive.

“Excuse me?” he gave her a confused look.

Dean felt her blush deepen. Must’ve spoken out loud.

“Um.” She bit her bottom lip before practically thrusting her hand forward. “Dean.” Be cool.

“Spencer.” He hesitantly took her much smaller hand in his own and shook it. 

“Would you mind if I buy your coffee for you?” Dean felt the words leave her mouth before she had a chance to fully process them. 

“Um, sure.” Spencer gave her a small smile. “Thank you.” 

“No problem.” Dean found herself returning the smile. “Can I add a large iced green tea? Three sugars and lemon.”

Dean found herself sneaking looks at the young man, Spencer, while they waited for their orders. She took the offered tray and bag from the barista and turned back.

“Here.” She handed him his croissant and coffee. “Sorry for earlier.”

“Oh it's no problem.” Spencer took a sip of his coffee. “My coworkers are always poking fun at how I take my coffee.”

Dean laughed.

“Um, I know this is going to sound super weird,” Dean pushed a few strands of hair back behind her ear. “Especially since you just met me and all. But, um, would-“ she ran her fingers through her hair. “Would you maybe want to, I dunno, meet up later?”

Spencer was quiet, thinking the offer over. This was something that never happened to the young man and he wasn’t entirely sure how he was supposed to respond.

“You don’t have to.” Dean quickly said, feeling his hesitation. “I mean, I’m just some stupid kid that you just met and you’re, like, way out of my league and-“

“I’m out of your league?” Spencer seemed to squeak.

Dean felt like the red in her cheeks was never going to go away. Why do you keep embarrassing yourself

“I-I don’t think that you’re embarrassing yourself.” Spencer said.

“Have I forgotten how to think to myself?” Dean slapped her hand over her face. “Look,” she took a deep breath. “It's been a long time since I’ve asked anyone out and-“

“Y-You’re asking me out?”

Dean got quiet.

“Oh god. I ruined it.” She started to back away. “Um, I-I gotta go.” She turned to leave.

“Wha-“ Spencer saw her turn. “Wait!” he reached out and grabbed her arm. He pulled her so that they were once again facing each other. “It’s not that I don’t want to go out with you. It’s…” he trailed off. “…complicated.”

“What do you mean?” 

Spencer let out a sigh and ran his long fingers through his hair. 

“I, um, I-I don’t live around here. I-I’m actually here on work, I live in Washington.”

“State or D.C.?”

“D.C.” he gave her a small smile, opening the door for her to exit.

The sun shone brightly above the couple as they left the shop, causing Dean to reach for her sunglasses atop her head. Neither one of them noticed that they had started walking away from the coffee shop and were now heading down the sidewalk towards the park.

Next thing they knew, they were sitting under a large tree, escaping the heat from the California sun in the tree’s welcomed shade.

“So you really work for the FBI?” Dean sat cross-legged next to the young man.

“The BAU.” Spencer nodded. “It stands for the Behavioral Analysis Unit. We profile serial killers and try to figure out why these people are the way they are, why they do the things they do.”

“That sounds pretty cool.” Dean sipped her tea. “And you’re how old?”

“Twenty-two.” 

“Wow.” Dean sat back. “ AND you’re a genius on top of all that?”

Spencer gave a small smile. 

“It's…an interesting life.”

“Sure as hell sounds like one.” Dean laughed. She pulled out her laptop. “I, um, have to work on a paper that’s due next week.” Her voice was sad. “But, I’d much rather enjoy your company than do homework.”

Spencer smiled.

“It’s nice to know that the feeling is mutual.” He spoke softly. He pulled his phone out to check his messages. “I can stay here until my team tries to reach me.”

Dean smiled.

“I’d like that.”

*****

Three hours had passed and Dean had written a whopping half a page. It wasn’t her fault that the attractive and interesting Dr. Spencer Reid was so, well, attractive and interesting.

“How’s your paper coming?” he asked, sapping Dean out of her thoughts.

“What?” she looked over at her computer. “Oh.” She closed it and put it back in her bag. “I can work on it later.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah.” Dean smiled and stretched out on her back, looking up through the tree’s leaves. “It’s a pretty easy assignment. It just has to be done by Tuesday. I’m not worried.”

Spencer found himself smiling as he watched Dean close her eyes and relax in the afternoon shade.

“You look comfy.” He chuckled.

“Not really.” She grimaced slightly. “There’s a rock right in the middle of my back.”

Spencer laughed.

Dean sat up and checked the time.

“Oh, fuck.” She started shoving things into her bag. “I told Sam I’d be home in,” she checked her watch again. “Fifteen minutes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck .”

“What’s happening?” Spencer asked as he watched the young blonde messily shove things into her bag.

“I promised my brother I’d help him and his friends set up for a party.” She stopped packing. “Um…y-you wouldn’t want to come…would you?” 

Spencer could hear the hesitation, as well as the hope, in her voice.

“I’d, um, I’d have to check with my team. We were wrapping up a case this morning.”

“Oh.” Dean tried to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“I could talk to them.” He spoke quickly. “I could see when they were planning to meet on the jet.” He gave her a small smile. “Maybe I could come for a couple hours. I might even be able to convince a member or two to come with me.”

Dean felt excitement fill her.

“Okay!” she smiled widely. “Umm here.” She pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. “That’s my number. Give me a call or shoot me a text and let me know.” 

“Okay.” Spencer smiled and took the paper. He stood, pulling out his wallet, and placed the paper inside.

“It was really good meeting you, Spencer.” Dean said sincerely. “I really hope I get to see you again.”

“Me too.” 

Dean offered one last smile before turning and waving goodbye. As she walked off, Spencer watched as she pulled out her phone.

The last thing he heard was her answering the phone.

“Get your panties out of a twist Samantha. I’m at the park. I’ll be home in ten.”

*****

“What’s going on with you, pretty boy?” Morgan asked as Spencer returned to the station. “You left, like, four hours ago.” He said while looking at his watch. “What happened? You meet a girl?” he asked slyly.

“Actually yeah.”

The team stopped what they were doing and stared at the young genius.

“What?” Morgan stared, looking for any sign of trickery.

“Yeah.” Spencer pulled out his wallet. “I got her number too.” He showed him the note.

Derek took the paper and looked it over.

“Damn.” He handed it back. “Pretty boy’s got game.” He laughed.

“She does know that you don’t live out here, right?” Prentiss asked as she packed up their notes from the case.

“She knows.” Spencer nodded. “She actually invited me to a party tonight.” He said almost in disbelief.

“You got her number and a date?” Morgan stared. “How did you manage that?”

Spencer shrugged and rubbed his neck.

“I told her I wasn’t sure how much longer we were going to be around.”

“We were actually discussing that before you got back.” JJ rounded the corner. “Got some news from the higher ups. We’ve been cleared to fly back on Wednesday.” She smiled at the group. "Guess they felt bad about our nonstop case load lately."

“A four day vacation?” The growing excitement in the group could be felt by everyone. “On the coast of California?” Morgan was practically jumping out of his skin. “Hell yeah!”

“Garcia should be getting here soon.” JJ smiled. “Not fair if she doesn’t get to enjoy the sun and sand with us.”

“Looks like you get to go to your party after all, Romeo.” Morgan chuckled.

Spencer smiled.

“It’s just a college party.”

“Oh you're getting invited to college parties now, pretty boy?” 

“What campus is this anyways?” JJ asked.

“Stanford. Her brother goes there. Studying law.”

“Alright.” Morgan clapped his hands together. “So we gonna get to meet this girl tonight?”

“Um..” Spencer ran his fingers through his hair. “I-I mean, I guess so. I-I don’t really see why not.”

“Hold the phone!” Garcia came into the room. “Do my ears deceive me? Or did I just hear that our boy wonder has a date?”

“Oh he’s got a date.” Emily said. “To a college party.”

Garcia’s face lit up in excitement.

“You get to experience your first college party!”

“You make it sound like I’ve never been to college.”

“That’s right!” Garcia, if possible, got even more excited. “You get to experience your first college party!”

The team finished packing the files and notes from the case and headed back to their hotel rooms.

“Let us know the plan!” Morgan called out as Spencer was opening his door.

Spencer nodded his confirmation. 

Once in the room, he pulled out his phone. His fingers hesitated over the keypad before quickly typing out his message.

When and where?

*****

Dean smiled down at her phone before sending a quick reply.

“Who’s that?” Sam asked, seeing the smile on his sister’s face.

“No one.” She pocketed her phone. “Just a guy.”

“A guy?” Sam felt his big brother instincts kick in. “Who is he?”

“You wouldn’t know him.” She hefted the box of liquor onto her hip. “But you might get to meet him at Brady’s party.”

Sam stared as Dean left the apartment and began walking towards the building at the end of the street.

Who could Dean have met that caused her to ask them out?

Sam frowned in confusion.

Ever since he had told Dean that she should try and experience her new teen years, effectively ending their previous relationship, before it could really start again after being separated for a couple years, she seemed to be down. Showing little to no interest in anything that wasn’t her school work.

But now? She seemed like an entirely different person. She had come home with a smile on her face and what could only be described as a spring in her step.

He shook his head and lifted the other box of party supplies.

He’d be able to meet the guy later that night.

That was good enough for him.

*****

The house music could be heard from three blocks away. There were people milling about outside, playing beer pong on a folding table in the front yard, some standing out on the steps and entryway.

Garcia, Morgan and Spencer walked down the street towards the party, music getting louder the closer they got.

“Are all college parties like this?” Spencer asked.

“Only the good ones.” Morgan smiled. “Where are you meeting this girl anyways?”

“And when do we get to meet her?!” Garcia asked excitedly.

“Uh,” Spencer stammered. He hadn’t thought to ask Dean where she had wanted to meet up.

“Spencer!” the agents (and doctor) watched as a short, slim blonde girl came running down the steps to where they were standing on the sidewalk. “You made it!”

Dean ran up and hugged him.

“We-well yeah.” he stammered and returned the hug. “These are some of my friends, Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan.” he introduced each of his companions. “Guys, this is Dean.”

“Nice to meet you.” Dean smiled and offered her hand.

“You as well.” Morgan and Garcia shook her hand.

“Well come inside!” Dean said happily. “There’s drinks and the dance floor on the first. Games and such up on the second.” she glanced at the group of students playing beer pong in  the yard. “And out here.” she took Spencer’s hand in hers and began leading them inside. 

The music was significantly louder inside than it was even just on the sidewalk. Dean weaved her way through the throngs of inebriated young adults until they reached a small group by the kitchen.

“Sam,” Dean approached a (very) tall guy in the group. “This is Spencer. Spencer, this is my brother Sam.”

Spencer offered a small smile and his hand at the introduction. He could feel both Garcia and Morgan staring at the interaction. 

“Pleasure.” Sam shook the offered hand, looking at the lanky guy before him. “De says you work for the FBI?”

“ Saaaaaaam .” Dean looked up at her brother. “Leave him alone. We’re here to have fun, remember? No interrogating my new friends.” Dean slapped her forehead. “I almost forgot!” she turned and pointed at the other two that had entered with her. “This is Derek and Penelope. They’re friends of Spencer’s.”

They each shook Sam’s hand.

“Nice to meet you guys.” he looked back at his sister. “You remember-”

“Yes I remember.” she said exasperated. “Tell you if I’m going anywhere. Let you know if I’m going home. Blah blah blah.”

“Dean.” Sam’s voice was stern, though his face didn’t hold the same tone.

“ Samantha .” Dean mocked. “I know what to do Sam. I’ll be fine.” she looked over at Spencer, who was now speaking with Derek, Garcia coming up behind them with drinks. “I’ve got someone to keep me safe.” She pulled at the hem of her shorts to show her brother the knife she had strapped on. “Plus a little extra on me.” she winked, making Sam laugh.

“Okay. Go have fun.” he placed a quick kiss on the top of her head.

Spencer wandered over to his friends while Dean talked to Sam.

“Damn Pretty Boy,” Morgan clapped him on the shoulder. “You got game !” 

“R-Really?”

“She’s cute!” Garcia smiled widely, handing them each a drink.

“She’s more than cute.” Derek looked over at the young girl again. “She’s a fucking babe .”

Spencer could feel the blush spreading across his cheeks and hoped his friends couldn’t see. He watched Dean bicker with her brother. There was a certain closeness that he could sense between them, even after having just met them. He took the drink as Dean made her way back over.

“Sorry.” she smiled apologetically. “Sam’s a little….over protective.”

“Sounds like he’s doing his job as a big brother.” Spencer smiled and took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah.” Dean glanced back at Sam. He was laughing at something Brady had said, unaware of Dean’s stare. “He’s pretty good at that.” she turned back to Spencer. “Looks like your friends took off.” she pointed to where Morgan and Garcia had been standing. 

Spencer turned around. Taking a quick sweep of the room, he saw that they had made their way to the dance floor.

“Looks like they’re having fun.” Dean slipped her arm around Spencer’s waist. “C’mon. They’re having fun. We should too.” she smiled up at him and began leading them upstairs.

*****

Spencer didn’t know how long he had been at the party. He did know that he had had at least 4 mixed drinks and was definitely feeling them. He also knew that Garcia and Derek had left about an hour ago, sending him a text letting him know they were heading back to the hotel.

“ Have fun boy wonder!”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do ;)”

Spencer turned his attention back to the beer pong game that he and Dean were currently in the middle of. So far they had been undefeated three games in a row.

The small crowd that had gathered around the table cheered as Dean tossed the ball into the last cup.

“Damn. You’re pretty good at this.” Spencer handed her drink back.

“I’ve had some practice.” she tossed back the rest of her drink. “Let’s go dance.” she smiled and slipped her hand in his, lacing their fingers together.

“Dancing sounds good.” Spencer smiled back. He couldn’t tell if the warm feeling spreading through him was from the alcohol or the fact that Dean had taken his hand in hers. Either way he was having a good time and enjoying spending his time with Dean.

*****

Dean could feel the bass from the music thumping through her. At least that’s what she told herself. She was having a wonderful time. They had shared a few drinks, took part in several rounds of beer pong. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this kind of happiness.

She pulled Spencer onto the dance floor and let the music take over her movements.

*****

Sam watched from the kitchen as his sister came into view. He watched as she pulled that guy, Spencer, onto the dance floor with her. She looked like she was having a good time. He hadn’t picked up any weird vibes from any of the agents when he met them, only some nervousness coming off Spencer. 

He watched them dance. The music washing over them, making it look like she didn't have a care in the world. Sam smiled and watched Spencer join her, his earlier nervousness seeming to be gone.

He couldn’t remember seeing Dean this happy. 

“Dude, quit watching her.” Brady said. “You’re practically staring her down. Just without her staring back part.” he put a hand on Sam’s shoulder and turned him away from where his sister and Spencer were on the dance floor. “She’s having fun. Finally enjoying herself. Leave her be.”

Sam sighed and took one last glance at Dean before turning back to his friends.

*****

They let the music wash over them, dancing with the rhythm. Neither one of them realized how close together they were until Dean had backed into Spencer’s pelvis. Their dancing hesitated briefly, but then Dean felt his hands on her hips pulling her closer.

Spencer wasn't sure what had come over him to make him feel so bold, he just closed his eyes and let his body move with the music.

They grinded for a while, Spencer’s hands remaining on her hips, before Dean spun around so she was facing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and continued dancing.

Neither of them knew who started it, but soon their lips had connected. 

The whole party seemed to fade into the background. Dean used her arms around Spencer’s neck to pull herself up closer. His lips were soft. Gentle. The ends of his hair that brushed her arms were soft, making her wonder what they’d feel like in her fingers.

Spencer felt Dean pulling on his neck as they kissed. He removed a hand from her hips and placed it in the middle of her back. He pulled her closer, the hand on her back lifting her just a bit while the other hand remained on her hip, holding her in place. It was like there wasn’t anyone else in the room with them. He slowly trailed his hand from her lower back upwards, and feeling Dean press herself closer, and deepened the kiss.

Dean let her hands slide into his hair as the kiss deepened. Her fingers threaded through his ( very ) soft hair, giving just the slightest of pulls, and grinned into the kiss when she heard his sharp intake of breath. She gave another small tug and Spencer pulled her even closer, his long fingers tangled in her blonde hair.

They stared into each other’s eyes once they pulled their lips apart to breathe. 

“Do you, um…” Dean was the first to speak. “Do you want to, um,” she pulled herself up just enough to get close to his ear. “Want to go do this somewhere else?” when she pulled back she had started to chew on her bottom lip nervously. She wasn’t exactly sure what she had meant by ‘ this ’, but she knew she at least wanted to continue kissing him somewhere that wasn’t a crowded college frat house.

“Yeah.” Spencer smiled. “I’d like that.”

Dean smiled back. She grabbed his hand and once again weaved them through the mass of bodies.

*****

“I live just over here.” Dean pointed at an apartment complex ahead of them.

The 10 minute walk from Brady’s back to the apartment had turned into almost 20. Some of it may have been due to their current state of inebriation. The rest may or may not have been to them stopping every few minutes to get wrapped up in another kiss.

The thirty second walk up the stairs to the apartment (maybe 5 minutes if drunk) took an additional 10 for the same said reasons.

“Do you want some water?” Dean asked when they had finally made it inside.

“Please.” She took out and filled two glasses.

Spencer took the offered glass and smiled his thanks. Dean stumbled around the kitchen briefly, putting a bottle of water and a bottle of Advil on the counter. She scrawled a quick note to Sam and propped it up against the water.

She took her glass in one hand and Spencer’s hand in the other and led them to her bedroom.

Dean took their glasses and set them down on the table beside the bed, toeing off her shoes at the same time. “You can sit.” she motioned to the bed and laughed lightly. She watched him take his shoes off and move over to the bed. She shucked off the flannel she had been wearing over her tank top and turned on some low-fi music. 

Spencer watched her move about the room. He noticed the smattering of freckles she had across her shoulders and her back (what he could see at least), and wondered if there were more than just the ones on her face anywhere else. 

He shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts. He jumped slightly when he looked up and saw Dean standing in front of him.

“You okay?” 

Spencer smiled. “I’m great.” he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her into his lap. 

Dean let herself be seated, wrapping her legs around Spencer’s waist and her arms around his neck. She felt him wrap one arm around her waist and the other by the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. 

*****

It was about 3AM when Sam had finally stumbled home. He hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. After most of the people from Brady’s had left, Sam had stuck around and helped tidy up (the best he could in his current state), promising to be back the next day to finish. He had gotten a text from Dean around 12:30 AM, letting him know that she and Spencer were heading out. He wasn’t sure if she had brought him back to the apartment, she hadn’t specified where they were going. Gonna have to talk to her about that. She’s gotta let me know where she’s going. 

He slipped off his shoes by the door. He smiled as he took the Advil and water off the counter. She at least came home….at some point.  

He downed the pills along with half the water. He took a quick sweep of the kitchen and living room, searching for any signs of foul play. Not seeing any he made his way down the hall.

He looked into Dean’s room and couldn’t help but smile.

Spencer and Dean were both fast asleep on her bed. Dean had her head resting on his chest while Spencer had one arm folded behind his head, the other draped across Dean’s back.

He watched them for a moment before grabbing a pair of sleep pants for Spencer. He’ll be more comfortable later. He placed them on the chair inside Dean’s door and pulled it shut.

She’s safe. Now go to bed before your hangover gets worse.

*****

Spencer woke just as the sun was coming up, the sky a mix of purples and pinks, and a warm weight on his chest. He looked down. Dean was still asleep, head resting on his chest. He smiled and gently rubbed his hand along Dean’s back. She sighed softly and moved closer, gently grabbing his shirt in her fist. He took a look around the room and spotted the pants by the closed door. He carefully extracted himself from Dean and made his way over to them. Picking them up, he chuckled at the note sitting on top.

Probably more comfortable than the khakis. Thanks for taking care of her. Bathroom's first door on the left. - Sam

He glanced over at Dean, seeing she was still asleep he quietly made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself and change.

*****

Sam woke around 9AM to the sound of the TV and the smell of breakfast. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and finally noticed the hangover he had. He groaned. He noticed the glass of water and Advil on his bedside table. Damn she’s good.

He walked out into the living room. Spencer and Dean were sitting on the couch, Dean sitting between his legs, Spencer’s arms loosely around her.

“Hey sleeping beauty! You’re up!” Dean laughed as Sam winced and rubbed his temples. “There’s coffee in the kitchen. Pancakes, eggs and bacon in the oven. Should still be warm.”

“Thanks.”

Sam fixed himself a cup of coffee and a plate of breakfast. He made his way into the living room and sat down in the armchair next to the couch.

“You two have fun last night?” he asked around a mouthful of eggs.

“Nice manners Sam.” Dean rolled her eyes. “And yes. We did.” she smiled.

Sam noticed that the two on the couch had their fingers entwined loosely resting on Dean’s abdomen. 

The three of them continued to watch whatever it was that was on the TV in silence. Spencer gently running his thumb over the back of Dean’s hand absentmindedly. 

*****

Dean wasn’t sure how long they had been watching together when she heard gentle snoring. She turned and saw Sam passed out in the arm chair. She picked up the throw pillow from the end of the couch and (ironically) threw it at him, startling him awake.

“Go sleep in your bed.” 

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Dude.” Dean stared him down. “You were snoring. You were totally asleep.” 

“I don’t snore.” Sam said indignantly. 

“ I don’t snore .” Dean mocked. “Go. To. Bed.” 

Sam let out a loud sigh and rose from his seat. “ Fiiiine. ” he drew out the word. “Let me know if you leave.”

Dean waved dismissively and turned back towards the show they had been watching. 

*****

Sam had gone to bed about an hour ago, leaving Spencer and Dean alone. Dean had turned towards her new friend and smiled. She leaned up and kissed him slowly. Spencer returned the kiss, slowly letting his hand tangle in her hair.

They kissed lazily for who knows how long, only being interrupted by a growl coming from Spencer’s stomach, making him blush.

“You’re cute when you blush.” Dean said, making him blush deeper. “You want to go get some lunch? There’s a really good cafe down the street. They have really good pie.”

“Lunch sounds good.” Spencer smiled.

Dean returned the smile and placed a quick kiss on his cheek before getting up. 

“Lemme get dressed real quick.”

*****

“Have any of you heard from Spencer?” Morgan asked as the team sat at the patio. They had all woken up a few hours ago and were enjoying breakfast in the warm California weather.

“Not since last night.” Garcia said, taking a sip from her drink. “Are you worried?”

Morgan shrugged. 

“Not entirely sure. The girl he was with seemed harmless enough. Her brother?” he let out a low whistle. “He could be a problem.”

“He’s just doing his job as a big brother.” JJ chimed in. Morgan and Garcia had filled the rest of the team in last night. 

“How was the party?” Prentiss asked.

“It was definitely a college party.” Morgan laughed. “Pretty boy seemed to be enjoying himself though.”

“And the girl?” Hotch asked.

“ Sooooo cute.” Garcia smiled. “I think the words Derek used were ‘she’s a babe’ and that Spence ‘got game’.” 

The team laughed.

“Think the rest of us will get to meet her before we leave?” JJ said slyly.

“Only time will tell.” Hotch went back to eating.

“Or,” Garcia smiled deviously. “We could find them.” she quickly pulled out her phone and began typing furiously.

“Garcia…” Hotch warned.

“Too late!” she smirked. “I already got it.”

*****

They had opted to sit outside on the patio of the cafe, the weather was warm, a light breeze coming through occasionally.

“So.” Dean sipped her drink, eyeing her companion. “Did you tell your team where you are? Where you went last night?”

Spencer almost spit out his drink.

“Oh shit.” he quickly pulled out his phone. No new messages. “They haven’t tried reaching me,” he pocketed the phone. “I think I’m okay.”

Dean laughed. “Well at least they aren’t trying to hunt you down.”

“Oh you’d be surprised.” Spencer smiled fondly. “Garcia is a bit of a….tech wiz.”

“Don’t worry.” Dean reached across the table and took his hand in hers. “I’ll protect you from all the bad things out there.” she winked.

*****

“He looks fine.” JJ said from their spot across the street from the cafe Dean and Spencer were currently at.

“She’s got pretty hair.” Prentiss observed. “Too bad she’s facing the other way. It’d be nice to see this ‘ babe’s ’ face.” she smirked at Derek.

“I ain’t lying.” he turned to Garcia. “Tell them I’m not lying.”

Before Garcia could say anything, Spencer and Dean had stood from their table. They noticed their entwined hands as they started walking towards the watching team.

JJ let out a whistle.

“Well you certainly weren’t lying.”

The young girl was wearing a white sundress with a small sunflower pattern. Her blonde hair was wavy, blowing slightly with the wind. They watched as the two talked on their walk. The girl, Dean, had said something that made Spencer laugh.

“Do we follow them?” Prentiss turned to Hotch. “He seems fine.”

Hotch was quiet. He watched as the brunette and blonde turned the corner, out of sight. 

“We'll check back in a few hours.”

*****

They made their way to the park. Finding a place under a tree, similar to the one they had sat under yesterday, and made themselves comfortable. Spencer was leaning his back against the tree, Dean’s head in his lap. He gently ran his fingers through her hair.

“Your hair is soft.” he said, still playing with it. “Like, really soft.”

“It’s a special conditioner.” Dean responded, her eyes closed. “Sam likes to try and steal it. Told him if he’s going to use it he’s going to have to replace it. That shit is expensive.”

Spencer laughed. He closed his eyes and listened to the wind through the leaves.

*****

They didn’t know how long they had been there, dozing in and out, when they heard them.

“Enjoying yourself?” Morgan smirked.

No one was prepared for what happened next.

Dean’s eyes flew open. They barely had enough time to register her quick movements before she was crouching in front of Spencer, blade in hand.

“Weapon!” Prentiss shouted, going to pull her gun from its holster.

“Wait!” Spencer put himself between Dean and the team. “Just wait!”

“She pulled a knife.” Morgan’s voice was stoney, his gun trained on the young girl.

“Derek?” Dean said, confused. She looked around at the other agents, hands poised above their guns. She turned towards Spencer, his eyes pleading with her to sheath her knife.

“Sorry.” she said shakily. “Habit.” she put the knife back where it had been strapped to her thigh.

“Habit?” Garcia questioned. She had moved behind Morgan upon seeing the knife.

“Yeah.” she gave a shaky smile. “Um. Raised on the road. Marine dad. Kinda obsessive. Trained us like Marines. Made sure Sam and I knew how to...protect ourselves.”

Morgan watched her carefully. There was no mistaking the fear that had crept into her eyes currently darting between the agents. He holstered his gun.

“You even know how to use that?” he asked skeptically. “Not a very big blade.”

“Not a very big girl.” she shot back. She looked him up and down. “Could probably take you down without it though.”

Morgan snorted.

“Yeah. Right.” 

“Think I’m just playing?” she challenged.

“Derek’s probably the strongest one on the team.” Prentiss piped up.

Dean turned to the man in the suit. “You,” she nodded to him. “think I could take him?” she nodded towards Morgan who was still smirking.

Hotch sized up the petite girl behind Spencer. She seemed tough. Like she had been through some shit. Tough, hardening shit.

“I think it’d be nice to see Morgan get his ass handed to him by a little girl.”

“I am NOT a little girl.” Dean’s eyes narrowed. She turned back to Derek. “Fifty bucks says I get you down before you get me.”

Morgan glanced between everyone.

“Deal.” Dean stood. “No weapons.”

Dean smiled.

“Wouldn’t be fair.” 

They all watched wide eyed as Dean removed the blade from her thigh, along with another she had strapped to the otherside of her thigh and her pearl handled colt from the small of her back.

“What?” she asked at the stares. “I told you. Raised by a marine.” They slowly nodded. “You wanna search me?” she held her hands up. “I swear that’s all I’ve got but if it’ll make you feel better…” she trailed off.

Morgan looked her up and down. He handed his gun to JJ.

“I trust you.”

Dean smiled and made her way out from under the tree and out to the field.

“You ready?” she asked, taking a stance.

“More than ready.” Morgan said cockily.

Dean smirked. “Prepare to be fifty bucks poorer.”

Morgan laughed. And in that time, Dean had charged. She grabbed him by the waist and hoisted him over her shoulder, throwing him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him. Before he had a chance to recover Dean had his arms pinned behind his back.

“Give up?” she asked. He could hear the smile in her tone.

“Not even close.” he grunted.

“Suit yourself.” 

Derek used his difference in size and weight to toss Dean from his back. She rolled away onto her feet, crouching.

“C’mon Derek.” she taunted. “Don’t want your friend’s see you get beat by a little girl .”

His eyes narrowed as he charged towards her.

Dean’s small body easily dodged his attack. She laughed at his confused expression. He turned on her, both of them circling each other.

*****

“Man, she’s good .” JJ crossed her arms over her chest. “Morgan may have his work cut out for him.”

“We’ll see.” Hotch said, not taking his eyes off the two sparring. “She’s only gotten him down once. And not for long. Derek has size and endurance on his side.”

“She seems to have some good endurance too.” Garcia commented. “Doesn’t look like she’s even broken a sweat.”

*****

“How you feelin’ Derek?” Dean smiled, watching him analyze her. “Getting tired?” 

“I could do this all day.” he panted.

“Yeah, well,” she shrugged. “I’ve got dinner plans.” she turned towards Spencer. “Right?”

Morgan watched as she turned away from him. Here's my opening. He ran for her.

The others watched as Morgan snuck up on Dean. But before he could grab her, she jumped into the air, her legs wrapping around his neck. The team watched in awe as she managed to twist, flip, and drop him to the ground. She got both hands behind his back with one hand, the other around his neck, her thighs trapping his legs.

“Alright alright uncle!” Morgan panted.

Dean jumped off his back and pumped her fist in the air.

“Victory!” she cheered. She held a hand out, helping Derek up. “Thanks for the practice. I haven’t been able to get Sammy to spar with me in ages .”

Morgan laughed.

“You are a force to be reckoned with.” he shook her hand. “I’d hate to be on the receiving end of that with a weapon.”

“Maybe next time.” she smiled cheekily, accepting the bill he had taken out of his wallet.

“ Daaaamn girl .” Garcia high fived her. “You are good .”

“Told ya.” She sat back down next to Spencer. She placed her knives and gun back on her person.

“We could use someone like you.” JJ said. “Ever think about a career in law enforcement?”

Dean laughed. 

“Me? A Fed? As if.” she laughed again. “Sam would get a kick out of that. Not as much as my father, but about the same.”

Hotch rolled his eyes.

“Think about it.” He handed her his card. “It’d be nice to have that experience on the team.”

“Is my experience not enough?” Morgan looked hurt.

“No. You’re good. Very good.” Hotch smiled. “She’s just better.”

The team laughed. Morgan shook his head.

“Now if you don’t mind,” Dean settled herself between Spencer’s legs, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes. “I was napping.”

Spencer chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“I’m fine guys,” he said. “Really. I’ll check in later. Promise.”

“Have fun Pretty Boy.” Morgan chuckled. “And be careful. She might kick your ass too.”

“Nah.” Dean said, eyes still closed. “He didn’t doubt me.”

Hotch chuckled.

“Let’s go guys. Let them be.”

*****

Sam pulled the pot roast from the oven, he was seriously going to have to thank his sister for pre-prepping the meal. No way was he ever going to be able to be a kitchen master like her. He placed it on the counter and went about setting the table, including a place for Spencer.

He liked the guy so far. He had gotten her home safely. And hadn’t forced himself on her. Dean really seemed to like him. If Dean liked him, Sam might as well get on board too.

For now. If he hurt her though…

He’ll be in a world of trouble

*****

“Do we really have dinner plans?” Spencer asked as they made their way back to the apartment.

“Sam’s making dinner.” she said. “You seem nervous.”

“Just a little.” he gave an uneasy smile. “He didn’t seem to be a huge fan of mine.”

“That’s just Sam.” Dean brushed the worry he had away. “He’s pretty harmless.”

“Like how harmless you are?” Spencer asked skeptically.

“Well, maybe not completely harmless.” she shot him a look. “As long as you don’t do anything to me, he’ll like you.”

They approached the steps upstairs. Dean stopped a few steps up and turned to Spencer.

“Don’t worry.” she wrapped her arms around his neck, finally at a similar height. She pulled him into a long, slow kiss. “Said I was gonna protect you, remember?” she winked. She grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs.

She leaned up to kiss him once more before reaching for the doorknob. 

Spencer pulled her close and deepened the kiss. He had no idea where this new, bold, Spencer Reid had come from. Where’s he been all this time?

Did it just take a pretty girl in a coffee shop? 

The pretty girl with wonderfully green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sun and golden hair framing such a beautiful, freckled face. 

The pretty girl who enjoyed hearing all the things he rambled about. Even asking questions and contributing.

The pretty girl with the soft hair.

With the soft lips.

With the comforting presence.

Fuck.

They startled apart when Sam opened the door.

“I, uh, heard you coming up the stairs.” he said awkwardly. “Came to see what was holding you up.” he eyes the hands on her hip and lower back. “But now I can see it's who held you up.” he smirked.

Dean knew immediately that Sam was just teasing with the last part from the smirk he gave her.

“You are SUCH an ass.” Dean turned towards her brother, smacking his arm as she entered the house. “Dinner ready?”

“You’re all about the food.” Sam rolled his eyes. He stepped aside and let Spencer in. “Dinner’s on the table. Deans probably already started.” he chuckled.

*****

All three of them sat around the table, dinner finished, having a few drinks.

“Did you finish helping Brady with clean up duty from the party?” Dean asked as she finished her beer.

“Sure did.” Sam grabbed a few more bottles from the fridge. “Looks even better than when Brady moved in.”

“Doubt it.” Dean snorted.

“So Spencer,” Sam sat down. “What’s this I hear about your team wanting my sister to join up?”

Spencer almost spit out his drink.

“E-Excuse me?”

Sam held up the card Hotch had given Dean at the park.

“They saw me hand Derek his ass.” Dean shrugged. “No big deal.”

“No big deal?” Sam scoffed. “De, this is a very big deal.”

“No it's not Sam.” she rolled her eyes. “Could you see me as a Fed?” Sam stared at her. “ Seriously ?” Dean looked between the guys.

“You kick some serious ass already.” Sam said. “Apparently enough to basically get scouted by the FBI .”

Dean snorted.

“Sam, you know how dad felt about Feds. Not to mention how-” she cut herself off, clamming up at Sam’s intense stare and barely subtle shake of his head.

Spencer looked back and forth between the siblings. He could tell he was missing something. He just wasn’t sure what. 

Dean offered a small smile and stood abruptly from the table and started clearing plates.

Sam watched his sister rinse the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher.

“Sorry.” he turned to Spencer. “She tends to...say too much.”

“Too much about what?” 

Sam smiled and shook his head. 

“That’s a story for another time.” he picked up the empty bottles. “One I’ve gotta talk to her about first.”

Before Spencer could ask anything else,  Sam had made his way into the kitchen to help Dean clean up.

*****

“You almost said too much.” Sam said, not turning from the sink. “You gotta be more careful.”

“You don’t think I know that?” Dean snapped, her voice low. “Sorry.” She took a deep breath and went back to filling the washer.

They cleaned in mutual silence before Dean spoke again.

“Do...Do you really think I could be a Fed?” she looked up at Sam. 

Sam turned and looked down at Dean, her green eyes staring up at him. 

“I think,” he started, trying to find the right words. “I think you should think about it.” he settled on.

Dean watched her brother for a few moments.

“Great words of wisdom, oh great big brother.” 

“I can’t make this decision for you De.” he offered a sad smile. “This is something you’re going to have to figure out on your own.”

Dean sighed loudly, letting her shoulders slump.

“What kind of brother are you if you wont help guide your little sister?”

“The kind that already helped you set up your new life.” he chuckled. “I can’t do it all Dean. This could be a really great opportunity for you. This is your new life. Your second chance.” he glanced over at the table where Spencer was still seated. “Can’t say you’re doing a bad job though.”

Dean stared at her brother suspiciously.

“No catch, De.” Sam smiled. “I like him. I may have known him all of a day but,” he looked over at the table again. “I like him.”

Dean watched Sam’s expression, waiting for any sign of trickery. Not seeing any, she smiled.

“I like him too.” she let her eyes trail over to Spencer. They caught each other’s eyes and both smiled. 

Sam watched Dean smile at Spencer and him smile back at her. He could tell they were both happy. He watched as she turned back, pulling some tupperware from the cabinet for the leftovers, her smile faltering.

“What’s up?” he frowned.

She sighed.

“He’s not from here.” she said softly. “He lives in D.C.” she sighed again. “Do you think he’ll still keep in touch when he goes back to Washington?” 

He could hear the underlying fear in her voice even if she was trying to hide it.

“He doesn’t seem to be that kind of guy.” Sam assured. “He seems like he’ll be straightforward with you when the time comes. Which is…?”

“Wednesday.” Dean said, a crestfallen look on her face.

Sam took the leftovers from her hands.

“Go.” he said at her questioning look. “Have fun. Enjoy the time you guys have. I can finish up here.”

“You sure? You helped Brady clean all day. I can at least finish helping with dinner.”

Sam brushed her off.

“Nah I got it.” He placed a quick kiss on the top of her head. “Go on.”

Dean smiled up at Sam and hugged him around the waist.

“Thanks.” her voice muffled due to her face in his chest. “Love you.” she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Love you too De.” Sam returned the hug. “Let me know what you guys get up to. I’ve got a lab that needs to be done for Monday. I’ll probably be at the library.”

“You’re such a freaking nerd.” Dean laughed. She walked over to Spencer. “C’mon.” she slipped on her shoes and took his hand. “Sam’s gonna finish up here.” she smiled. “And I think I know somewhere you might like.” 

*****

Spencer took a deep breath and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the waves on the shore.

Dean had stepped away a few moments ago, receiving a phone call from her uncle in South Dakota, but was still within sight.

Spencer watched her talk animatedly with her relative before turning his gaze back to the ocean. He had let Garcia know that he was still fine and having a good time. 

Garcia took this as the ‘okay’ to make a group chat with some of the team.

G : “U mean great time don’t u?”

S : “Well...yeah. She’s….pretty great.”

JJ : “How was big brother?”

S : “Actually really fine. We talked school and work.”

G : “BORINGGGGGG”

P : “Give us details!”

D : “Yeah pretty boy don’t hold out on us! ;)”

S : “We just….kissed is all. I spent the night at her place last night.”

G : “Did u sleep on the couch or in her bed???”

S : “....her bed…”

D : “PRETTY BOY GOT IT ON!”

G : “DETAILS! WE. NEED. DETAILS”

S : “Nothing like that happened!!!!!!”

D : “Awww don’t hold out on us!”

S : “I’m not! We kissed at the party. And on the way back to her place. And at her place. But NOTHING like that happened I swear!”

JJ : “Oh calm down Spence, Morgan’s just being, well, Morgan.”

D : “ ;D ”

P : “What are you guys doing now?”

S : “We’re just at the beach. She’s on the phone with her uncle atm. We’re just…..enjoying our time together.”

New Message From Garcia

G : “Do u like her?”

S : “You couldn’t ask that in the group chat?”

G : “Like u would have given me a real answer lol”

S : “Fair point”

G : “So????????”

Spencer read over Penelope’s message again before replying.

S : “Yeah. I think I do.”

G : “She knows you're leaving in a few days right?”

S : “Yeah. She knows.”

G : “Aaaaaannnnddddd??????? What r u going to do?”

S : “Idk…..”

He sighed softly. He had been trying to not think about what he was going to do after they flew back to D.C. He was having a great time now. Why ruin it thinking about the future?

S : “What do you think I should do?”

G : “Talk to her! Tell her how u feel!”

S : “But what if it's not mutual?”

G : “Oh it is SO mutual! U haven’t seen the way she looks at u.”

S : “What’s that supposed to mean?!??”

G : “She is sooooooo into u! She’s all smiles and giggles when u 2 are 2gether. AND not to mention how tactile she is. Always holding ur hand or touching u in some way”

S : “She’s just nice. Affectionate. And I do the same thing to her”

G : “Boy u r not very good at signals for a genius lol and you are NOT tactile with ANYONE”

S : “Gee thanks -eye roll emoji-”

G : “I’m serious! Look. She’s really into u. I mean c’mon. She gave u her number AND asked u out the first time u met!”

S : “So what you’re saying is…?”

G : “-facepalm emoji- Keep in touch with her. Don’t just blow her off when we fly back.”

S : “I wouldn’t blow her off!!!”

G : “Exactly!”

Spencer stared down at his phone. Thinking.

S : “Garcia…”

G : “Yes my dear Genius?”

S : “I...I think I’m falling for her.”

*****

“Hey Bobby, what’s up?” Dean excused herself and stepped away.

“ Hear you found yerself a boy .” she could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Sam wastes no time does he?” she chuckled. “Yes I did. His name is Spencer.” she glanced over at Spencer. “I really like him.”

“ Good .” Bobby sounded happy. “ Anyways, I called about a hunt. Sam said you had some experience with whatever it is. ”

“I’ll do my best. What do you need to know?”

*****

Garcia squealed at her phone. Jumping up and down in place.

“What’s got you all excited?” Prentiss asked, joining her at the hotel bar.

Garcia took a quick sweep of the area, making sure no one else from the team was around.

“Spence is falling for her.”

*****

“Sorry.” Dean apologized as she sat back down next to Spencer. “Bobby needed some help and Sam, even with his gigantic brain, apparently can’t do it.” 

Spencer laughed and pulled her into his side.

“It's fine. I checked in with the team. Told them Sam hadn’t come after me.”

Dean threw her head back and laughed.

“Told you he was harmless.” she made herself more comfortable, resting her head against his shoulder. 

They sat together, watching the water, the sky above them turning pink and orange signaling the sun's descent.

“Do you want to meet some of the team for drinks?” Spencer found himself asking before he even realized he had thought of the question.

Dean turned and looked up at him.

“Sure.” she smiled. “I won’t have to spar anyone this time right? Not saying I can’t, but I’d rather be able to enjoy myself in good company.”

“You won’t.” Spencer smiled. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Garcia with the details.

*****

“So, you’re all profilers?” Dean asked as she sipped her drink. 

“Pretty much.” JJ smiled. “Are you thinking about Hotch’s offer?”

Dean shrugged.

“Not sure.” She looked at the group. “What’s it like?”

“Well,” Morgan began. “We see some pretty deep, dark, scary things.”

“Bet I’ve seen worse.” Dean countered.

“Are you always like this?” Derek asked. “Think you know more than everyone else? You’ve gotta be like, what, sixteen?”

Dean nearly spit out her drink and snorted.

“I’m eighteen, first of all.” before anyone could open their mouth she continued. “Not my first time.” Being eighteen OR drinking underage she thought to herself. “Bartender knows me and Sam.” she smirked. “And second of all, I do know more than you all. On certain things.” she turned to Spencer. “Even more than you.” she winked.

They all laughed at that.

“There’s no way you know more than Spencer.” JJ laughed.

Dean shook her head and held her hands up in surrender, smiling.

“Alright. Whatever you say.” She finished her drink. “Another round?” 

When Dean left to get everyone’s drinks they all turned on Spencer.

“What?” he looked at everyone.

“Nothing.” Derek said, shaking his head. “She’s something.”

“Something good? Or bad?” he asked nervously. 

“Good, Spence.” JJ said, gently patting his arm. “Definitely good.”

Spencer gave a relieved smile. 

“You guys like her?”

“Most def.” Garcia said happily. “You’re like a new person! In a good way!” she added quickly. “You’re not even close to how nervous you usually are, or get, when you’re with someone new.”

“A new girl .” Prentiss smiled.

“And a pretty one at that.” JJ nodded.

Spencer looked over at the bar where Dean was talking to the bartender.

“Yeah.” he smiled. “She is.”

Garcia and Prentiss shared a look and smile.

“Oh he’s definitely falling for her.” Prentiss said softly. 

“ I told you! ” Garcia said in an excited whisper. “They’d have beautiful, smart babies.”

“Wh-What?!” Spencer sputtered. Morgan and JJ whipped their heads towards her.

Garcia’s eyes went wide. 

“Guess I didn’t say that as quietly as I thought.”

He looked between her and Prentiss.

“ You told her?! ” Spencer hissed. He noticed Morgan and JJ had tuned into the conversation. “ And now EVERYONE knows?!” 

“She pulled it out of me!” she looked past Prentiss and at the other two in the group. “And they just found out!.”

Spencer looked at the group as they saw Dean start making her way back to the table.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked as she set everyone’s drinks down. She noticed the looks the group were sharing and turned to Spencer for insight.

“N-Nothing.” Garcia stammered. She saw Spencer’s pleading gaze. “Just coworker drama.”

Dean nodded slowly. 

“O-kay.” She sat herself down next to Spencer.

Garcia and Prentiss shared a look when they saw Spencer put his arm around Dean. And a smile when they saw her lean into his touch. JJ even managed to snap a picture on her phone of the two without either catching on.

The group chatted over drinks for a few hours, the group slowly shrinking as one by one they started heading back to the hotel. Soon all that were left were Spencer, Dean and Garcia.

“I’ve gotta use the restroom.” Spencer gave Dean a quick peck on the cheek. “Be right back.”

Dean smiled at the kiss, her hand coming up to touch her cheek, and watched Spencer disappear behind the corner. She turned back and noticed Garcia’s smile.

“What?” she asked self consciously, lowering her hand.

“Nothing.” she smiled and shook her head. “You guys are just..” she trailed off.

“Just what?” Dean pestered. 

“You both just look so...happy.” she smiled. “So...smitten.”

“What?” Dean looked around quickly. She could feel the blush starting to cross her face. “What makes you say that?”

“Have you seen you two? What am I saying, of course not.” she laughed lightly. “I’m just saying, you guys are good together.”

Dean smiled awkwardly.

“Thanks? I think?”

“You’re most welcome.” Penelope smiled cheekily. 

Dean played with the coaster on the table.

“Has...Has he said anything about me?” she asked shyly. “Oh God that sounds sooo high school.”

Garcia laughed.

“You’re totally right.” she looked at the nervous smile on the blonde’s face. She thought for a moment before answering. “He has.”

“R-Really?” Dean sat up in her seat. “Good or bad?”

“Good.” she nodded. “All good. Very good.” She watched Dean relax. 

Dean’s smile faltered slightly.

“What’s going to happen when you guys leave?”

Garcia smiled sadly. She could tell that Dean wasn’t looking forward to their departure in a couple days time.

“Only time will tell.” she could tell Dean wasn’t quite satisfied with her answer, but Spencer chose that moment to arrive back at the table.

“Am I missing something?” he asked, looking between the girls.

“Just girl talk.” Garcia said. “Nothing important.” She finished her drink and stood. “Now, I am off to bed. Have fun you guys.” she winked and walked off.

When she got to the door she turned back and took one last look at the young adults still at the table just in time to see them lock lips.

Oh yeah. They are SO perfect together.

*****

“You’re friends seem interesting.” Dean said. They had left the bar shortly after Garcia and were now walking back towards Dean’s apartment, hand in hand.

“They’re pretty great once you get to know them.” he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. 

Dean slowed her pace until he had stopped, Spencer stopping just a few paces in front of her.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, puzzled.

Dean was quiet. Thinking.

She had just met him. Like, literally just met him yesterday. And yet, these feelings she had inside her were (scarily) similar to the ones she had for Sam.

Sam .

She hadn’t really thought about her brother/ex-lover. Not since she met Spencer in the coffee shop. Well, not in that way. She’d always love Sam. That she was a million percent positive of. But being with Spencer the past couple days, she could feel the hurt from Sam’s rejection slowly fall away. The young man in front of her had somehow made his way past her emotional defenses (surprisingly fast), and was now working his way into her heart. Her heart that she had built walls around to keep from getting hurt, like she was by Sam, again.

Are you just trying to replace him? 

She shook her head. No. She wasn’t trying to replace Sam. She had made her peace with their relationship having run its course a while ago. Yeah she still hurt immensely over it, she didn’t think that was something you could come back from completely, but they had fallen back into their sibling ‘routine’. Sam had had a few on-and-off girlfriends or flings or what have you. Yeah they each hurt Dean more than she cared to let on. But she loved her brother unconditionally. And if he was happy, she was happy. Nothing could ever replace what they have or what they had. And sure there were some similarities between Sam and Spencer, but they weren’t what was making her heart skip a beat when they held hands. Or kissed. Or were pressed up against each other.

No. These feelings that she was having are ones she had only felt once before. When she fell for Sam.

When she was in love.

Oh shit.

“Dean?” Spencer waved a hand in front of her face. “You okay?”

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

“I’m good.” she smiled, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. She could feel him smile into the kiss as he pulled her closer.

She could think about these things later.

*****

“Did you ever finish your paper?” Spencer asked when they got back.

“Um….no?” Dean smiled sheepishly. “I should probably do that. I’ve got class tomorrow…” she trailed off. She had forgotten that it was now Sunday. Spencer left on Wednesday. Meaning she only had another day, at most, to see him.

“You should probably finish that.” he could see her thinking, realizing that their time together was coming to an end. “You said it was due Tuesday.”

“I know.” Dean let out a long breath. She grabbed her bag and pulled out her laptop. She went over and plopped herself down on the couch next to him. “You wanna….stay? I know it isn’t the most fun thing we’ve done this weekend-”

“I’d love to,” he smiled. He watched Dean’s eyes brighten up. “So,” he adjusted their seating arrangement. “What’s this paper about?”

*****

Sunlight was streaming through the living room windows when Dean woke to her alarm.

11 AM

She had to be to class for 12:30. She blinked and blearily looked around at her surroundings.

There were notes and books scattered across the coffee table and floor surrounding the couch. Her computer sat atop a stack of books with her finished paper still pulled up. She turned her body so she was looking at her sleeping companion.

Spencer’s hair was going in all directions, making Dean smile. He was still wearing his glasses, which were now askew. She carefully pulled them off and set them on the table. His arms were wrapped around her loosely. She placed a quick peck to the tip of his nose and let out a quiet laugh at the sleepy eyes that peered back.

“G’morning.” she smiled.

“‘Mornin’.” he yawned.

“I’ve got to get ready for class. You can still sleep.” 

Spencer yawned again as he stretched out his long limbs. 

“I should probably get up too.” They sat up. “Probably go back to the hotel. Make sure all my things are in order.”

“Okay.” Dean tried to keep the disappointment from her voice. 

“When do you have class?”

“12:30.”

“I should be done before then,” he smiled. “I could walk you to class if you want.”

Dean smiled widely.

“I’d like that.”

*****

She had been in the lecture hall for all of thirty minutes before she was bored out of her mind.

Dean drummed her pen against her notes, her mind elsewhere.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, startling her out of her thoughts.

New Message From Sam

S : Did u make it to class??

D : Yes mooommmmm. I’m listening to the world’s most BORING lecture on Latin history rn. 

S : lol ur the one who chose that class

D : ya but that’s bc I already know all this stuff….i just didn’t realize that it was a MANDATORY ATTENDANCE class when i signed up -facepalm emoji-

S : lmao well have fun! Brady, Jess and I are going to hit the beach! :D 

D : -middle finger emoji-

Dean sighed and went back to her lecture. Once again bouncing her pen off her notebook.

New Message From Spencer

S : How’s the lecture?

D : -snoring emoji-

S : That bad huh? 

D : I can’t sit thru another 45 minutes of this. I might actually die

S : Well if u make it thru class we can get ice cream after :) 

D : :) ok

Dean smiled and pocketed her phone.

She could get through class with the promise of seeing Spencer after.

*****

“Yo Pretty Boy!” Morgan shouted from down the hall where he could see Spencer unlocking the door to his room. “You just getting back here?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“You been with that girl this whole time?” he leaned against the doorframe.

“Yeah….”

Morgan clapped a hand on his back.

“Damn boy, you do like her.”

Spencer felt himself start to blush.

“She’s pretty great.” he offered his friend a small smile as he entered his room. “Really great actually.”

Morgan sat on the edge of the bed, watching the young man move about the room gathering his things.

“So you like her?”

Spencer stopped moving around, his back to Morgan.

“Am I crazy?” he finally asked. “For liking her this much?”

“What exactly is ‘this much’?”

Spencer got quiet again.

“I..I don’t know…” he said softly. He turned and looked at the older agent.

Derek studied the young man in front of him. He had been able to see the difference in his demeanor since he had first gotten back from that coffee shop. He was like an almost completely different man. He was more confident, happier.

“You love her.” Morgan said softly.  He watched Spencer twist the pair of socks he was holding in his hands.

“Yeah.” he finally said, his voice soft. “I think I do.”

*****

“Sam! Let’s go!” Dean called down the hall to her brother. “We were supposed to be there like,” she checked her watch. “Fifteen minutes ago!” 

Sam had told her when he got back from class that they were going out to dinner with Jess and Brady and a couple other classmates of Sam’s. Why? She hadn’t the slightest idea. But she complied, as much as she wanted to try seeing Spencer again before he left, this was important for her brother.

“Dude chill.” Sam said as he walked into the room. “It’s like, five minutes from here.” 

“Which is why we’re now really late.” she stood by the door, her arms crossed over her chest.

Sam stopped in the entry and let out a low whistle.

Dean was wearing a deep green dress, cut just below the knee, that complimented her eyes along with a pair of low rise wedges. She had simple, gold hoop earrings in and a few gold bangles on her wrist. Her hair was curled loosely and fell down her back and over her shoulders in loose, golden ringlets. 

“What?” Dean looked at herself. “Am I dressed wrong? You said formal-ish.” she looked up at Sam. “Is this too much?”

“No.” Sam shook his head as he adjusted his tie. “You look...amazing.” he offered her a smile. “You ready to go?”

“I’ve been ready bitch.”

“Whatever jerk.” Sam grabbed his coat and helped Dean into hers. “Let’s go.”

*****

D : Hey I’ve got some kind of fancy dinner thing with Sam tonight so I don’t think I’m going to see you :( 

S : Don’t worry, we can have breakfast in the morning ?

D : I’d like that :)

Dean smiled as she put her phone back in her purse. 

“I’m going to breakfast with Spencer tomorrow morning.” she told Sam as they entered the restaurant. Probably the last time I’ll see him. She thought dejectedly. 

Sam nodded and led her to their table where Jess and friends were seated.

“Sorry we’re late.” he apologized.

“Yeah, Sam had to do his hair and makeup.” Dean joked, getting a round of laughter from the table. “So, what’s this dinner for?” she asked as she took her seat.

“Well,” Jess smiled. “It just so happens that Sam got a PERFECT score on his LSATS!” she said excitedly.

Dean turned and looked at Sam, her mouth hanging open.

“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!” she all but screeched.

“I’m telling you now!”

“No, JESS is telling me!” She slapped her brother on the arm before pulling him into a hug. “I’m so proud of you!” she beamed.

Sam laughed and returned the embrace.

“Thanks De.”

Jess grabbed her glass and raised it for a toast. The rest of the table followed suit.

“To Sam!”

*****

Dean took a seat in the booth across from Spencer the following morning.

“How was dinner?” Spencer asked, sipping his coffee.

“Sam got perfect LSAT scores.” she smiled proudly. 

“That’s great!” Spencer smiled. 

“Knew his gigantor brain could do it.” she chuckled.

The waitress came and took their order, refilling Spencer’s coffee and bringing Dean a glass of water.

“So…you leave tomorrow.” Dean said, not meeting Spencer’s eyes.

“I do.” he stirred his coffee, also not looking up.

“What time do you fly out?”

“Just before noon.” he sighed. “I...I don’t think I’ll be able to see you tomorrow before we leave.”

Dean just nodded solemnly. 

“Guess we should make the most of today.” he said, reaching across the table, taking her hand in his.

“Yeah.” Dean looked up and smiled softly. “I guess we do.”

*****

They quietly lay in Dean’s bed. The sun had set a couple hours ago and Spencer was flying back to D.C. at 11 the following morning.

“I’m going to miss you.” Dean said quietly.

“I’m going to miss you too.” Spencer leaned over and kissed her softly.

Dean returned the kiss. She pulled away and her eyes darted downwards.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

Dean was quiet. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Spencer leaving in the morning. She was still confused about her feelings for him. These feelings along with his departure only made her more confused.

“Dean?” Spencer’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah.” she looked up and smiled. “Everything’s good.” she leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Spencer smiled into the kiss and pulled her close to him.

*****

Spencer had headed back to the hotel around a few hours later.

“You okay?” Sam asked. He watched his sister stare out the window. He could feel the change in her mood as soon as Spencer had walked out the door. 

“Yeah. I’m okay.” she said softly.

“Liar.” Sam walked up to her and pulled her into a hug. He felt her wrap her arms around him tightly, fisting the back of his shirt, burying her face in his chest. “He’ll call.” Sam rubbed a hand up and down her back.

“But what if he doesn’t?” her voice was muffled.

Sam was quiet. He smoothed his hand over her hair.

“Do…” Sam took a deep breath. “Do you love him?”

Dean was quiet. She pulled out of his arms and walked back to her room, avoiding Sam’s gaze and question.

*****

Dean didn’t sleep that night. She lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about Sam’s question.

Do you love him?

It had been rattling around her head all night. 

Do I love him?

She had been trying to sort through her feelings days before Spencer had left. She turned to look at the clock on her nightstand.

9:00 AM

She sighed and scrubbed her hands over her tired eyes.

Do you love him?

She closed her eyes. The events of the last few days running through her head for the millionth time since she had laid down. She thought about when they first met at the coffee shop. About their time at the park. About the party. Their first kiss. When they slept together. The things he made her feel. Things she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She made her decision.

She checked her clock again.

9:45 AM

Dean sat up in bed. She grabbed her purse and practically ran from her room.

“Dean?” Sam asked from his place on the couch. He watched as she slipped her shoes on and grabbed the Impala’s keys off their hook. “Where are you going?”

“Airport.”

“Why?” 

Dean turned to her brother.

“I do.”

And she was out the door.

*****

“You okay Reid?” JJ asked as they got ready to leave the hotel.

“Huh?” Spencer turned toward his coworker. “Yeah...yeah I’m okay.”

“Seem a little out of it.” she offered a small smile. “You can always call her when we land.”

“Wh-What?” 

“Dean.” she smiled again. “You can call her when we get back, you know.”

Spencer sighed. “Yeah. I know.” he turned back to the window, watching the scenery pass on their way to the tarmac.

*****

Dean didn’t know how fast she drove towards the airport. Or how she had made it onto the tarmac. Or how she knew which jet was the right one.

“Who is that?” Morgan asked halfway up the stairs.

The team turned and watched as a black Chevy came speeding towards the jet. They each had their hands ready over their guns as it came screeching to a halt. They relaxed when they saw a familiar petite blonde stepped out.

“Dean?” Garcia asked bewildered. “What are you doing here?”

“How’d you get here?” Hotch asked.

“Doesn’t matter.” She looked at the team. “Where’s Spencer?”

The team all looked towards the door to the jet.

“May I?” Dean asked. She didn’t wait for an answer before making her way up the steps and inside.

She scanned the interior and noticed a familiar mop of long brown hair.

“Spencer?” she hoped he couldn’t hear the waver in her voice.

He turned around, eyes going wide, jaw dropping.

“D-Dean?” he stood from his seat and made his way over to her. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“I-” the words caught in her throat. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

*****

“What do you think is going on in there?” Garcia asked, leaning towards the open door.

“Garcia!” JJ hissed. “It’s obviously private. Leave them alone.”

“Ummmm no.” she resumed her post at the door, listening intently.

*****

Dean took another deep breath and looked up into Spencer’s eyes.

“I love you.”

*****

Garcia had to cover her mouth with both her hands to stop the squeal from coming out in full force.

“What?” Prentiss asked. Trying to figure out what she could have possibly heard.

*****

Spencer looked at her. Stunned by her confession.

“I get it if you don’t feel the same.” Dean continued. “A-And I know it doesn’t really make any sense because we just met and-” Dean was cut off by Spencer pulling her into a kiss. “Wha-”

“I love you too.” he said, smiling down at her. “I’m glad the feeling is mutual.”

Dean laughed at his words, remembering how he had said the same phrase in the park the first day they met.

He pulled her close and kissed her again.

*****

Garcia was practically jumping in excitement.

“What’s going on?” Hotch said as he made his way up the stairs.

She turned towards the team, beaming.

“They just confessed their love to each other.” 

*****

They remained in their embrace for several moments.

When they pulled apart they were both smiling.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” Garcia squealed, making them both jump.

“Way to give me a heart attack.” Dean turned from Spencer to look at their audience.

The whole team had boarded the jet by now.

“I’d hate to break up your little party.” Hotch said. “But we do need to get back to Washington.”

Dean and Spencer looked at each other, neither wanting to leave.

“Um, could-could you guys give us a minute?” Spencer asked.

“Wheels up in ten.” was all Hotch said, stepping aside to let them down the stairs.

*****

“So this is it huh?” Dean said, leaning against the Impala. 

“Yeah. I guess it is.” Spencer smiled sadly. 

“Promise you’ll call when you land?” she took his hand in hers. “Let me know you got back safe?”

“Promise.” he squeezed her hand.

Dean smiled up at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

“Good.” she said against his lips. “I’d hate to have to drive all the way there and kick your ass for lying.”

Spencer chuckled and kissed her again.

“I’d hate to be on the receiving end of that.”

Dean smiled and hugged him tightly.

“I’ll talk to you in a few hours.” Spencer returned the hug and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Okay.” Dean released him from her arms, giving his hand a final squeeze.

She watched as he climbed the stairs. 

“Hey Spencer!” she called after him.

He turned around.

“I love you!” she smiled.

“I love you too!” he called back, smiling.

She watched as the jet pulled the stairs up and started rolling. She watched as it made its way down the runway and took off.

She climbed into the Impala, still smiling, and checked her phone, sighing at the missed messages from Sam.

“Calm down Sam. I’m on my way back.”