The Hunters and I: Chapter 14 - Shadows of the Past

Characters: Dean Winchester, Angelina Chelista Murphy (OFC) / Y/N, Karrin Murphy, Arthur Ketch

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A/N: Hello, again, my lovelies! It's been a week now since SPN OH, and I'm definitely feeling the con drop. :-( Not a wonderful feeling, but the good thing is SPN SF is around the corner :-) Those who have attended SPN conventions, what do you do to chase the blues away? Help the girl out!

Anyway, here's another chapter of THE HUNTERS AND I. In this chapter, Angelina/YN returns to one of her...places with Dean. We also get to meet her mother, Karrin. Lovelies, enjoy!

BoY: Chapter 13: Raw Confessions

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Characters: Dean Winchester, Rae (OFC), Garth

Warnings: Fluff, smut (-ish), pregnant sex (mention), dominant Dean

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A/N: Hello, beautiful people. Got back from the SPN convention last night and IT. WAS. AMAZING! Being able to go back and forth with Matt and Jensen and not just the regular, "Hello, how you doin'?" I loved every minute of it!

Anyway, Chapter 14 is written differently. It's written in DEAN'S POV. Very different so hopefully, I captured DW's essence (maybe?) Let me know what you think (good, bad, ugly). As always, ENJOY!

Dean Winchester's POV

As Rae's eyes opened, I felt like I could finally breathe again. That tight coil of worry in my gut started to ease up, even if it didn't exactly let go completely. I kept my eyes on her, that knot of fear loosening just a bit, but it hung around, stubborn as ever. I leaned in close, making sure my voice was gentle, but couldn't hide the edge of concern that's been riding shotgun with me since she conked out.

"Hey, take it slow… How you holdin' up? How's the baby?" I kept my voice low, trying to play it cool while my mind raced about what could be off.

The moment her eyes locked with mine, I felt a quick hit of relief, but it vanished just as fast, buried under all the crap we still had to deal with. She placed her hand on her belly, worry flickering across her face before it quickly disappeared. As she started to sit up, my instincts kicked in. I reached out, steadying her gently, making sure she didn't push herself too hard, my hand resting on her ginormous belly. Everything else was uncertain, but I was damn sure gonna keep her safe.

"Easy does it, alright? No rush," I said softly, my hands ready to catch her.

The room was dead quiet, just us and this heavy, silence filling the space. Watching her trying to get her bearings, I was caught up in this mess of feelings—relief that she was alright tangled up with this constant nag of worry about when the other shoe was gonna drop.

Back to One-Shot, Dean Winchester Smut

Characters: Dean Winchester, Rae (OFC)

Warnings: Fluff, eventual smut

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A/N: Morning, everyone. Here's something I have been working on for the past few days. The SPN convention in OHIO got me so excited (which starts today!) that this WIP came to mind. Now, there's a PART TWO to this (eventual smut). *SMIRK* I'm just not sure if I'll be able to finish it this week since school is yet again in the mix. *SIGH* Maybe hugging Jensen Ackles five times in one day may do the trick. *YUM!* Anyway, enjoy part one of WEDDING INVITATION. Let me know what yall think. -AMJ

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Dean Winchester was in the library, methodically sifting through the shelves in search of any lore that could help him with his latest hunt. The scent of aged paper and the faint hum of the building’s heating system created a soothing atmosphere. As he pulled out a dusty, leather-bound volume on demonology, a small, cream-colored envelope slipped out and fluttered to the ground.

Curiosity piqued, Dean bent down and picked up the envelope. It was a simple yet elegant wedding invitation, addressed to Rae. Dean furrowed his brow, recalling occasional mentions of a close-knit circle of friends she kept from her past life before she got tangled in his chaotic lifestyle.

"Hey, hunny," he called out from the hallway, holding up the envelope. "Who's Abby and Randi?" He continued to scan the details of the invitation.

Rae, who was in the kitchen eating cereal for lunch, almost choked. "Fuck!" she mouthed, just as he entered the room, holding up the cream-colored stationary.

"Who---" Dean paused, noticing the milk and cereal all over table. He raised an eyebrow at her, then continued, "...is Abby and Randi?" he repeated, the invite in clear view.

She swallowed hard and tried to swipe it from Dean's hand. "Abby... she's a close friend of mine from nursing school," she explained, which was the truth. "Randi is her fiancée."

Dean's eyes narrowed as he watched her reaction. "So why was this hidden in one of the hard bounds? Seems like a strange place for a wedding invite."

She hesitated, trying to keep her composure. "I was doing some research," she said, forcing a casual tone. "Must have used it as a bookmark and forgot about it."

He wasn't buying it. "And why didn't you mention this before?"

She sighed. She might as well commit all the way. "Because the wedding's not happening. Abby and Randi called it off a month ago. I didn't see the point in bringing it up."

As she approached the sink, her phone buzzed on the dining table. Dean happened to get a quick glance at the screen before it went dark. "Rae, tomorrow, 10:00, bridal dress shopping. Meet at my house!," he read out loud.

He raised an eyebrow, looking back at her. "Bridal dress shopping. Care to explain that?"

She froze, her back to Dean, before turning around slowly. "Uh... I guess they got back together?" she was clearly caught.

Dean folded his arms, not convinced. "Rae..."

She sighed and began whining. "Because...you and weddings, not a good mix."

He raised an eyebrow and folded his arms, curious. He pulled out a chair and sat in front of the dining table, leaning back slightly. He tilted his head, watching Rae intently, who squirmed uncomfortably.

"Explain," he said, his tone playful and challenging. "I'm a gentleman."

Rae couldn't help but return a laugh, despite her nerves. "Gentleman isn't even the first---You don't remember Ellen and Bobby's wedding?"

As she mentioned of their wedding, steamy pieces of that wild day flashed before his eyes. He remembered sneaking away, with her in tow, leading to a secluded spot. The memory of her dress, the feel of her hand in his, and the thrill of stolen moments replayed vividly in his mind.

His grin broadened, his eyes sparkling; Rae could tell. "What about it? I was a gentleman," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up in a roguish smile. He leaned forward slightly, his demeanor relaxed and confident, clearly relishing the shared secret of short, but wild rendezvous.

Rae was aghast, but it quickly transformed into something more seductive. She sauntered over to the table and sat down, placing both her legs on either side of Dean, her blue-jean clad thighs exposed. She leaned closer, her nose touching his, a butterfly kiss they shared. "Oh, yes we did...a few minutes before the ceremony...because you couldn't wait."

His grin widened, his eyes twinkling. "I dont remember you complaining. You begged for more, as I recall..."

Rae rolled her eyes, but her smile remained. "That's exactly why I didn't mention the wedding invite. You and weddings... always stirring up trouble."

Dean chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist, his dreamy eyes never leaving hers. "Trouble? I call it excitement. How about you refresh my memory of this so-called 'trouble'?"

Night Shift Romance: Healing Embrace

A/N: This is Night Shift Romance Part 2; however, it is straight FLUFF. The plan was smut, but somehow, this is where it ended.

WARNING: Fluff, Death (child), bodily fluids

A/N 2: Y/N - your name; H/C - hair color

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Dean's car idled in the dimly lit parking lot of St. Mary's Hospital. He glanced at the dashboard clock, noting it was just a few minutes past 7:00 AM. The early morning sky was a blend of soft pinks and oranges, hinting at the start of a beautiful day.

The automatic doors of the emergency department whooshed open, and Y/N emerged, her steps hurried, anger on her face. Her h/c hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she wore her scrubs, slightly rumpled from a long night's work. "Uh-oh. I smell trouble." Dean mouthed, watching her approach the impala.

He stepped out of the car, opening the passenger door for her, his smile faltering when he saw her expression. "Darlin', What happened?"

She huffed, her eyes blazing with anger. "Just a terrible night. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong." She shook her head, her voice trembling with frustration. "I don't..." she let the last sentence hang in the air. She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his.

BoY: Chapter 12: Michael

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A/N: Good morning, beautiful readers. I hope everyone's doing good and well. It's been almost five months since I last posted about Dean and Rae. It was difficult to write this chapter as it included a bit of Rae's past, Michael. Carrie Underwood's song, Just a Dream, was the inspiration to this character's story. It made me very emotional, which was totally unexpected. What are your thoughts?

And as always, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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The breeze caressed my cheeks gently, carrying with it the crisp aroma of freshly mown grass that tickled my nose. I shifted my head gently from side to side, taking in my surroundings. There I was, sprawled upon a gray blanket that was both soft and luxuriously shaggy to the touch, a comforting island on the ground. Above me, the sky wide and unblemished blue, while the soft murmuring of nearby river added a somewhat serene sound in the background. The air was laced with a scent that was invigorating and steeped in nostalgia, evoking memories of a time I couldn't quite pinpoint. I knew I had been here before, yet the details of when escaped me.

I sat up to take in more of what's in front of me, a sea of greenery punctuated by the distant laughter of children. Trees a few feet apart, swaying with the gentle breeze. Flower bushes in between, whiffing their lovely scent. Why can I not remember this place? "Hey, darlin'..." a voice sprang, interrupting my thoughts.

I turned, only to be met by a hauntingly familiar face. A face that once brought joy, framed by neatly trimmed brunette hair in a crewcut, now only stirred a deep ache within me. Those hazel eyes, which used to light up my world, now shimmered with a bitter sweetness. My heart sank in sadness, and tears blurred my eyes. His voice, soothing me in both my brightest days and darkest nights, echoed in my mind. I closed my eyes tight, wishing away this nightmare. But as I slowly opened them, he was still there, his face adorned with that carefree, goofy smile that now twisted the knife in my heart.

A whisper called for Dean, but the harsh truth silenced it. "Michael..." I was stunned, unsure of what to do; my body reacted all at once. I wept, my arms wrapped around him in a desperate hug as grief washed over me. My frame shook uncontrollably, not just from the coldness of reality but from the haunting recall of the warmth and security his presence once offered, a sanctuary forever lost.

The Hunters and I: Ch 13 - Forbidden Curiosity

Dean collapsed onto the couch, soaked in sweat and gasping for breath. "Just so we're clear, I'm never running with you two again. Nearly killed me out there!"

We covered three miles in just less than an hour, circling around Lake Michigan. For Sam and me, it was merely a jog, but Dean was another story—gasping for air like he was trying to inflate himself, like a pufferfish. Sam, on the other hand, handled it effortlessly, matching my pace or maybe I was keeping up with his. He's in impressive shape, and truthfully, the view when he led was not at all unpleasant. His behind was a sight to behold, round and tight, reminding me of a perfectly shaped peach. I found myself biting my lower lip, etching the memory of his sculpted backside into my mind. As we continued, my thoughts began to drift even further.

Sam's in the shower right now, and here I am, stuck with Mr. Sunshine. Imagining Sam in there, with nothing on, washing away at spots I've only dared to dream about. Just the idea made my body eager. Suddenly, the room feels a few degrees warmer, and it's not because of the summer heat.

I aggressively fanned myself before snatching a cold bottle of water from the icebox and pressing it to my overheated skin. Instant relief. Meanwhile, Dean's relentless complaints about our early morning run, how ridiculous it was for Sam and me, "princess," to drag him out at such an hour, buzz in the background. I can't help but roll my eyes and mutter a retort so low it's lost to anyone but me. And every time he sneers 'princess' at me, it grates on my last nerve like nothing else.

To shut him up, I impulsively snagged another bottle of water and hurled it in his direction, shouting, "Think fast!" just as it left my hand. He caught it awkwardly, almost as if it were made of fragile glass. Absolutely hilarious! I doubled over with laughter behind the bar, completely losing it, while the eldest Winchester fixed me with a death glare. Seeing Mr. Tough-as-Nails fumble was just too good. I half expected a standoff right there, but instead, he just shook his head, a look of sheer disdain painted across his face.

Dean's continued grumbling faded into a background of indecipherable murmurs, which I blissfully chose to ignore. Honestly, I'm grateful there's food and water in the apartment. Despite Harry not being at the apartment, the faeries continue to keep their end of the bargain. Yes, you heard right—faeries. To cut a long story short, Harry and I once helped them with some troubles, and as a form of repayment, they've taken it upon themselves to maintain and replenish the apartment indefinitely. The catch? Our agreement with them was strictly confidential. Breaking this pact meant losing their services for good. Faeries are notorious for taking their contracts very seriously, and I wasn't about to jeopardize such a great arrangement.

"Shower's free for whoever's up next," came a voice smooth as silk from behind me, jolting me out of my daydream. My hand shot up before Dean's had the chance to, and when I turned around, I was greeted by a glorious sight—Sam Winchester's impressively sculpted chest. My eyes instinctively traveled over his sultry form, taking in the sight of his body with an involuntary appreciation.

A white towel was carelessly slung around his lower half, beads of water trailing down his skin. His chest, glistening under the light, rose and fell rhythmically, showcasing his well-defined frame. My gaze was irresistibly drawn to this embodiment of a Greek deity. The sudden closeness allowed me to notice details I would have otherwise missed—the smoothness of his skin, the curve of muscle flexing, the warmth radiating from his body. A tattoo peeked from under his left clavicle, a detail so at odds with the Sam I thought I knew. The saying is true: Never judge a book by its cover.

The Hunters and I: Ch 12 - Smut

Sam and Dean were suddenly thrown several feet apart, with Sam taking a harder fall than Dean. "Ugh," Sam groaned, winded and struggling to catch his breath. He tried to call out to his brother, but found no sound was coming out. Rather than panic, he focused on taking slow, albeit painful, breaths to regain his composure.

'Okay,' Sam reassured himself internally, continuing the process of steady breathing. He then conducted a quick body check, examining his limbs for any breaks. Fortunately, nothing was broken, but his body was screaming with pain, feeling as if searing metal had been driven through his muscles and bones. 'Breathing's working. Let's just focus on that for the moment,' he thought, making a mental note to regain his breathing.

Dean hit the ground hard on his left side, but showed no sign of distress, thanks to the rush of adrenaline: dulled pain, quickened breath, a pounding heart, heightened senses, and a sensation like electricity coursing through his body. He immediately sprang up, swiftly pulling his gun from its position at the small of his back. His vision was enhanced by the adrenaline, yet it was still too dark to see clearly. Nonetheless, this didn't stop him from readying his gun, aiming into the darkness ahead.

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean called out, maintaining his focus. With no cover around, they were exposed, a situation he despised. "Sammy!" he shouted again, this time a little louder.

"Ya..." Sam responded weakly. To Dean, Sam answering him was music to his ears. "You?" One-worded syllable was all the youngest Winchester could muster.

"Friggin' fantastic," Dean replied with heavy sarcasm, flipping off the safety on his gun. He felt on edge. Had he overlooked something? His jaw tensed. He may not be hurting now, but clearly, they were dealing with someone strong - be it a witch, wizard, or sorcerer. He stood still, uncertain of the next move and concerned about Sam and Y/N's safety. "Son of a bitch!" he muttered in frustration.