Hello lovely readers! I've been out of action for a long while, very tacky of me. But I am back and bringing something new with me. I hope you all enjoy! Please review and let me know if there is anything you would like to see in later chapters. xx

She shivered and hugged her jacket around her tighter. The wind was bitter, howling as it cut through the trees. It blew her dark hair around her face and she spent most of the time tucking it back behind her ears. Overhead the dark clouds continued to roll across the sky, blocking out the warmth of the sun. Thunder gave a low warning growl as lightning flashed in the distance. It was just another October day. She looked around the area once again but nobody was there. With a sigh she looked out across the lake that she stood before. She was trying to comprehend why they would have to meet out here, of all the places they could have gone. She exhaled loudly and bent down, picking a wild flower. She was engrossed in examining the orange and white petals and didn't hear the footsteps behind her. Moments later a warm, strong body was pressed against her from behind, soft breath tickled her ear.

"Holly," a rough but warm voice whispered.

"Dean," she grinned, letting the wild flower fall to the ground. She turned around slowly and shining green eyes met her hazel eyes. Their faces were so close that their noses touched. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was warm and there was just enough passion to make her heart beat faster than normal. When they broke away from each other he took a step back and handed her a bunch of flower. She smiled as she took the flowers; vibrant yellow lilies with matching yellow gerberas, and an array of blue and purple orchids.

"Thank you," she said, her smile not disappearing.

"You're welcome..." Dean looked as if he had more to say but fell silent.

"What?" Holly asked, moving closer to Dean. In silence Dean wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. Holly was grateful for the warmth. After a few minutes Dean took Holly's hand and they walked for a bit. The silence between them wasn't awkward, it was comfortable. They came to a stop and Holly shivered again, as if remembering all of a sudden they were outside in the cold.

"Come on, let's go home," Dean said as he pulled Holly close again. They made their way back through the thick of trees until they found the road.

"Oh my God! My car's gone!" Holly gasped as she looked around, unable to see her red, 1969 Camaro.

"Yeah, I took it," Dean smirked.

"What?" Holly laughed.

"I know where you keep the spare key so I took it, so I could take your car back to your house," Dean told her as he got into the Impala. Holly shook her head and got into the Impala with Dean. They drove the short distance back into town. It took Holly a moment to realise that they were headed for industrial part of the town, and her house was on the other side of town. She had assumed that they would head back to her house.

"Where are we going?" she asked as she looked to Dean.

"My place," Dean said quietly. Holly fell into a shocked silence. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year now and Dean had never taken Holly to his place. He was always saying that he didn't really have a place. When they both had spare time to be together it was either at Holly's or they would head out of town for a couple of days. She had once questioned him about where he lived and if they could go there but he turned cold, changed the subject and refused to talk about it. She prodded at the subject a few times and finally got a brief story of how he didn't get along with his brother and they lived together. He had been distant for dyas after that so Holly didn't ask again and let it go. Finally Dean pulled into a back alley and stopped the car. Holly got out and looked around and her expression made Dean speak up.

"Don't worry, it's better inside," he said. Holly followed Dean through a door. "This is the garage,"

"Whoa!" Holly breathed. Various cars and motorbikes were all in their own bays. They came to a set of spiral stairs, before ascending Holly stole another glance a the garage. They entered a door and followed a hallway. Eventually, after several turns, they stepped into an immense room. Holly's heels clicked on the marble floor. She stopped and took in the many bookshelves within the room, the stone pillars, the large mahogany table and chairs in the middle of the room. The area was so large she was amazed at how she had ever missed the building.