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.

BoY: Chapter 11: Welcome home, Daddy

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A/N: This chapter came as a surprise. I anticipated it would take longer to write this, but here we are. This part of the story leans more towards FLUFF. So if you are searching for smut, this won't be it. I hope you find as much fun in reading it as I did in writing it.

A/N 2: if you are searching for smut, check my short fanfics: One-Shot, Dean Winchester Smut

A/N 3: Please visit my other fanfic: The Hunters and I

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Synopsis: At Ellen's Roadhouse, Rae found herself grappling with the challenge of finding the perfect gift for Dean...Along with moments of fear, courage, love, and the little joys that come unexpectedly.

December 15

The night was alive with the distant hum of laughter, clinking glasses, and the soft strumming of a guitar from the corner of the bar. Despite being a weekday, Ellen's bar was bustling with activity. Having attended to all her tables, Rae had little else to do but return to the counter. With some free time at hand, her thoughts drifted back to Dean. Subconsciously, a deep sigh escaped her.

Ellen, while carrying a rack of glasses, happened to walk past her. "What's up, kiddo? You seemed down today," she observed, her voice filled with empathy as she approached the counter. "Everything alright?"

Rae released another sigh before responding. "Yeah. It's just...I'm struggling to find the right gift for Dean. I don't know what to get him," she chuckled dryly. "I mean, we live together, but..." She let her last statement hang in the air.

"What ideas have you come up with?" Ellen inquired, unloading the crateful of beer steins as the pregnant waitress absentmindedly stowed them away.

Rae bit her lip, deep in thought. "Clothes, but he's quite specific: just flannel, an undershirt, jeans, boots, and he's set. Music's the same deal. But, he's recently been into Taylor Swift. Can't figure that one out," she concluded, shrugging. She couldn't help but giggle as the image of him unexpectedly grooving to "Shake It Off" popped into her mind, so out-of-character.

BoY: Chapter 10: Thanksgiving at the Bunker

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A/N: Well, hello there! How've you been? I hope you're doing well and good. I could bore you to death with details, but that wouldn't be fair. So here's Because of You Chapter 10. And as always, thank you all so much!

Synopsis: It's been a few months since they've all been together under one roof and been a month for Dean and Rae. Emotions rampant between the two as they spend their first holiday together.

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The enticing aroma of food wafted through the bunker, enveloping the air, replacing the stale air. Heidi, like anyone else, was not immune to the allure of a good meal. It was so heavenly that even her stomach made a gentle growl of agreement. Despite her celestial nature, Heidi had a genuine fondness for eating – a perk she attributed to her status as an archangel. While she could survive without it, she had grown to love the pleasures of indulging in a good meal, especially sweets.

Amidst the ambiance, a muffled tune hummed in the background, emanating from an unknown source. If Heidi had to guess, it was probably an 80s or 90s pop song, a familiar tune from her best friend's playlist. As the music quietly filled the space, she couldn't help but think, "Her playlist needs a major overhaul," before making her way past the war room and heading toward the library.

The room appeared immaculate, devoid of any trace of dust or disorder. Shelves were neatly aligned against the walls, showcasing an array of books waiting to be explored. The long table, which had previously been cluttered with desk lamps, was now adorned with a deep red tablecloth, elegantly arranged plates, and polished cutlery. Gracing the center of the table was a captivating centerpiece – a woven basket brimming with pumpkins of varying sizes, accompanied by delicate dried maple leaves, adding a touch of autumn.

BoY: Chapter 8 - Coffee and Muffin

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A/N: Readers, thank you so much for the likes and reblogs! You have no idea how much it meant to me. There have been times when I was ready to stop writing, but like I said before, writing this story helped me process what I'm currently going through. Drop a line or two. Ideas, reblogs, criticisms, or just to say 'hi and/or hello' are always welcome. Here's Because of You chapter 8 - Coffee and Muffin

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October 18, 2022

"Rae, come on, we're gonna be late." The sun was peering through the horizon as the morning began. Wind gently rustling the leaves and the air was crisp. People were beginning to wake up and start their day. However, the three people living in the bunker have no way of knowing it as they live underground. They have been for the past two to three weeks.

He pressed his right ear against the door. He couldn't hear a thing. He rapped the door to get her attention. No response. Second time, louder, which was a mistake, because next thing he knew, some thing, like a shoe or book, hit the door, making him jump a few inches away. 

He tilted his head in response. Anybody would get upset, but he didn't. Instead he said, "Girl, the appointment is at...well..." Confusion took over the man. When he came from the kitchen to Rae's room, he was holding a half-eaten blueberry muffin on his left hand, a coffee mug, and a smartwatch on his right slender wrist. 

"Give me a minute," he mumbled to no one in particular, fumbling awkwardly. But when he finally figured out that he can place his muffin on top of his coffee, another loud bang reverberated and an irritated voice on the opposite side of the door once again interrupted and startled him.

"I know what time it is! Ugh!" Rae blasted with attitude. "Dammit." A few more curse words, albeit muffled, echoed through. Whatever she was doing behind the oak door did not faze him at all, but he didn't want to be near it either, just in case, and moseyed on over, away from the room.

He carried an amused and proud look on his face. After all, he was able to look at his watch and eat his muffin at the same time, until another conundrum. His face twisted while thinking out loud. "So, how do I drink my coffee?"

Out of nowhere, a deep rumbling voice answered him with a different type of irritation. "Use your free hand to move the muffin." He usually doesn't say much without his first sip of coffee. So, this was a surprise.

The tall, lanky man did what he was told and a goofier smile appeared on his face, satisfied as he bit into his muffin. "Well, mornin', Dean," Garth beamed with a sing-song voice. Dean, on the other hand, was unamused.

Both men shared a staring contest in front of his room with Dean looking away first, shaking his head in defeat. Many things went through his mind about his brother, but he let it go. It was too early without coffee. What came out was another sigh. Instead of entertaining Garth any further, which was probably going to aggravate him more, he swiped the mug from Garth and drank the contents with gusto. 

"Coffee..." He let out, enjoying the richness of the beverage he stole from his brother. It was no surprise. After all, they were brothers, but Garth's face crumpled a little bit as he watched his big brother drink the coffee he made with perfection. To make matters worse, Dean handed him an empty cup.

"How was the coffee, bro?!" Garth shot back with an attitude, peering in to the mug and turning it over for effects. Dean shrugged, still not understanding the situation. If he did, he didn't care. This time, it was Garth's turn to sigh. Out of nowhere, Garth reached out with his empty hand attempting to do something with Dean's bed hair.

"Could use less creamer and sugar," the other replied shamelessly, dodging Garth's hands. "Black coffee is for men. Just like meat. And will you stop touching my hair?!" Coffee-less arm swatting Garth's long arms, swerving side-to-side.

"Yeah, yeah. Stop fussing! You have bed hair." Garth ended up saying, accompanied by, "...jerk," under his breath.

Dean looked at Garth straight in the eye and furrowed his brow. "Hm? You said something, little brother?" They both knew he heard what Garth said. He grabbed his lower right earlobe and moved closer. "Say what now?"

Garth backed up a bit, like a scared animal. When it came to hand-to-hand combat or anything physical with Dean, he knew he was toast. Roughhousing with Dean was not a good idea. He scooted a few inches more towards Rae's room, but Dean wasn't letting up. "I didn't---"

"Hey, Garth," the female voice yelled out from behind the door, which rang throughout the hallway. "I'll meet you in the car. Okay?"

Garth was stuck between a wall and Dean, like a rock and a hard place. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to move, so he didn't, but responded to Rae's suggestion. "Yeah, I can do that." He found his voice, but it was shaky. His eyes never left Dean's and neither did Dean, who seemed bothered by the exchange between the two.

"Um..." awkward pause, thinking, "And uh, bring a muffin and a cup of coffee with you. Will ya, luv?" Her voice echoed through the long, beige-colored hallway once more.

"Uh, y-yeah," he answered, more quietly this time, still staring at his big brother's aggravated face: nasal flaring, brows fusing together almost looking like a monobrow (maybe a stripper twerking?...which reminded him of a youtube video he saw a few months ago), upper lip disappearing.

"Uh...." Garth puckering his lips like a duck's ass, suppressing a laugh. Dean lost all credibility.

"Luv? You got some explainin' to do, 'Garth.' So talk," grumbled Dean, pushing Garth against the wall until he couldn't, while the other was laughing his ass off.

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Rae couldn't believe that in a matter of 2 weeks, she could no longer fit her clothes. Since the whole ordeal with Rick, Heidi, Dean, the supernatural world, she hasn't been feeling herself. The days when she used to workout, gone. Face-to-face classes, gone. Hanging out with Heidi or the archangel Gabriel, whatever or whoever she is, not really gone, but she might as well be.

In her windowless room with gray walls were a few knick-knacks to make it homey, an attempt by Heidi. It was a nice bedroom, but somehow it felt cold and isolated. Above her queen-sized bed were a few posters: one that says WE ARE STRONGER TOGETHER, BELIEVE IN YOURSELF, MISTAKES ARE PROOF THAT YOU ARE TRYING. The first time she saw it, she rolled her eyes.

To the left of her bed was a white dresser and a floor-length mirror. To the right is a closet full of clothes that no longer fit her and a half-bath. In front of her was the same ikea-bought desk with a laptop, desk lamp, a picture of her and Heidi, another picture of her and some guy in uniform. Right above it was a wall-mounted flat screen tv, which was quietly playing a show about two brothers.

She sat at the edge of her bed halfway naked, massaging her temples. She had to get out and do something out there. Doing classes online and having Garth kept her occupied, but being outside...And when Garth is not there, it's just her and her laptop.

Heidi was there until she left. Something about a katako or cambion. And that she needed to warn her siblings, her family. That was a week ago and she hasn't heard from her ever since.

"Are you sure that's what Rick said?" Heidi asked with alarm in her voice. It was sheer panic. "I have to tell my brothers and sisters at once." She ended with finality.

Rae regarded the angel with suspicious eyes. She was still pissed of the betrayal, but she casted that aside for the meantime. Right now, a more pressing issue. She really didn't want to think about Rick after what she went through, but whatever Rick told her before the archangel ended him was distressing. She was right. "He said that there's going to be an uprising with demons and cambions, that he and Azazel were gonna be rulers along with Lucifer."

They were in the kitchen, each occupying their own space. Rae and Heidi at the kitchen table, Dean leaning over the counter, pensive. Rae shivered. She just learned about angels and demons, that supernatural exist, and now Lucifer. The gift that kept on giving.

First, her heart began racing. It was trying to beat itself out of her chest. She tried to draw slow deep breaths, but she felt trapped. Her breathing audibly shallow and fast. Subconsciously, she began massaging the bridge of her nose. Out of nowhere, she said angrily, "Don't!" It was directed at Heidi who was reaching for her, while Dean remained stationary, watching her.

He decided to speak first to break the awkwardness. Whatever 'issue' the angel and Rae are going through, they have to fix it. "Rick mentioned Azazel." It was more of a statement than a question, but Rae nodded her head, turning to him. He seemed older compared to the last time they met and that was only two months ago. She wondered about him more than she would ever admit.

"Now's not the time," she chided herself. She didn't realize that Dean was staring at her. When she caught his eyes, she turned away first.

"What are katakos or cambions?" Rae asked. Did she really want to know? Not really, but...she placed her hand on her belly, and it was settled that she wanted to know.

"It's a bit hazy since none came to being, but they're of a human and demon offspring. They're incredibly strong, but they're hard to create." Heidi started explaining. Anyone can see and sense that the archangel, but both humans stayed where they were not offering any aid. She paused to compose herself and continued.

"Anyway, like I said they're hard to create. One is that the demon's host has to be a virgin."

"That explains the disappearances," Dean stated and shared his interaction with Naomi at the hospital.

"Ah, so you weren't there for a piece of ass," Heidi sneered.

"That's it! I'm sick and tired of your attitude!" Dean shot back, finger pointing at Heidi. "What the fuck is your problem?!" One minute he was leaning against the counter, the next in front of Heidi nose-to-nose.

None was backing down. "You wanna know?" The angel egged on. "You," she hissed like acid.

Rae was about to interrupt the twosome when someone busted in to the kitchen with 4 large paper bags. "Hey, bitches! I brought provisions!" Garth cheerfully proclaimed unknowingly in a very tense room. As soon as he placed the bags on the counter, both Dean and Heidi walked away in different directions, leaving Rae with pleading eyes. She apologetically smiled at Garth with tears flowing and left.

"What did I do?" Garth said to an empty room.

She felt bad about how she treated Garth a few minutes ago. He was just trying to help and she was being a bitch.  She knew she was wrong. "Guess I'll have to apologize," she murmured. 

"What do you think, baby?" She asked lazily as she rubbed her growing belly, waiting for a response. To everyone else, she doesn't look pregnant. But her baby is the size of a lime and growing. Today was her official initial visit and she was told that her appointment was an hour long. She was more scared than excited, but Garth will be there with her. Somewhat like Heidi, Garth has some calming effect on her.

She scrunched her face for a minute and thought about that. Garth but not Dean. "I don't think he'll care," she thought. She gave it a few more and convinced herself. "Nah, he doesn't care. Probably busy anyway. Or not interested." She was sad for a quick second and the feeling of sadness disappeared just as fast. 

She got up and looked herself in the mirror. Her black cheeky underwear hugged her curve, but the matching black lacy bra did not want to cooperate. That was what got her very upset in the first place and Garth got the brunt of it and her fictional book splayed on the floor in front of the door. What were once a 38 C were now bigger with areolas darker and wider. She will have to find a way to cover them or she will have to rest them on her arms the whole time she was out.

She stared at herself a little longer, her tummy to be exact. "I know you're in there, lovebug. I just want to let you know I love you so much," she whispered delicately, patting her stomach. "I don't know if your daddy is excited, but mommy is."

Her eyes caught the time off her phone resting on the white dresser. "Oh shit!" She still didn't have anything to wear, but she knew exactly what she was grabbing: a pink camisole with a built-in bra, a gray hooded sweatshirt, and a beige high-rise woven cargo pants with an elastic band plus sneakers. One more look at the mirror and she was ready for her appointment. Before walking out her room, she noticed Dean's brown worn down leather jacket hanging on her desk chair. She never knew why she kept it, but she grabbed it anyway to complete her ensemble along with her little backpack.

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"I'm sorry, Garth," she apologized, huffing and puffing. It took her a few turns to get to the garage. She must have gone to the war room more than twice before she realized she had to turn right instead of left and up the steps. "We need an app to get around this bunker! Ridiculous!" The door creaked as she opened and closed it. The car roaring in the background, crisp sound that everyone knew. She was so engrossed on her phone that she failed to notice the vehicle she was getting into because of an email she received about some project.

"You and I are gonna have to go shopping, luv. Nothing fits me anymore! Not even my bra. I mean, one day they were normal, the next day, boom!" She enacted with her free hand in front of her breasts. No holds barred when speaking with Garth, that's how comfortable she was with him.

"Do you have the address to the clinic?" She asked, still on her phone, typing away like a madman. "The appointment is at 10:00 and you know how you do. You won't even go past 5 miles over the speed limit. It is 8:30. We should have enough time.

And oh, coffee and muffin?" She was starving since she got up and she has been craving for the blueberry muffin they bought yesterday from the grocery store.

"Muffin, but no coffee." He announced. She froze. The voice wasn't Garth's but Dean's. She turned her head slowly like those in a slasher film and sure enough, it was Dean and she was in Dean's car.

"Um..." She sat there for a split second, unsure of what to do. "Sorry," she apologized, still at a loss for words. "I heard a car and I thought it was Garth's...uh..." Her face suddenly turned beet red, remembering what she just said about her breasts.

"Lord, kill me now," she murmured between gritted teeth. "I'll just---" She was about to get out of the car when Dean placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No, Rae. I'm taking you to your appointment, not Garth." Dean planted his eyes on her, making her squirm. She broke it off first.

She knew she wasn't going to win the argument. She puckered her lips in contemplation. "How did he find out?" Floated in her mind. And the way he said it, there was no room for negotiation. Did she mind Dean joining her? Clearly, Dean wanted to be there or he wouldn't be taking her. She didn't have an answer.

"Oh, hell!" No way out of it and she felt forced to go with the flow. But for some reason, some part of her was happy. To show she was complying, though under duress, she buckled her seatbelt and faced forward with a scrunched face.

Dean, on the other hand, was slightly tickled by the whole ordeal, but he straightened his face. "Your muffin and hot chocolate," Dean reiterated, handing her the mug with the muffin on top, other hand on the steering wheel. "...luv."

That made her wince. He heard the exchange between her and Garth earlier. "Uh, thanks," she mumbled and also thought, "This is going to be a hell of a day." And off the Impala went.

Note: eyebrow picture courtesy of Alonzo Lerone. He can be found on YouTube for those who are curious!

BoY: Chapter 7 - Reality

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The warmth and the heaviness of the water pelted my face like a punch. The cold porcelain against my back, my body trembling. I was cold and uncomfortable, but I refused to move. The water roared in my ears like Niagara Falls, drowning everything, including my own thoughts. I don't want any of this. This is just too much. I would not even wish this on my worst enemy, either. How could this be happening? I can't stop looking at my imaginary blood-soaked hands. It was an accident, but the guilt and...I could still feel the scissors slicing Dean's flesh like store-bought meat, his blood running down my hands. I could hear the gurgling escape his mouth. Oh God. I want to puke. The water and acid or whatever is left in my stomach churned, stinging my throat. I don't have anything left in me, but my tears continuously fell anyway.

I'm pregnant. I was assaulted. Angels. Demons. Oh! And let's not forget about God. All are fucking real! Just amazing. I couldn't help but laugh out loud and cry at the same time like a mad woman. Could this get any worse?

But what hurt me the most was Heidi's truth. An angel. The damn fucking archangel, Gabriel. No breathing exercises or techniques can quell the anger in me. She betrayed me. How do you deal with that? Only way I knew how. A deep voice came out of me as I sobbed and howled, grieving for what I lost. Four years, we were like white on rice. I did not hide anything from her. Not. A. Thing. She knew my life's story, inside and out. Childhood, the Gibbs's, Michael...

Four years, we laughed and cried together. We fought like cats and dogs. To me, she was more than my best friend. She was my sister, one of the most important people in my life, but she trampled all over it. Was anything real? Her smile, laugh, tears, hopes, dreams? I angrily wiped the tears away. It was better to be frustrated than sad. I only discovered the truth because she outed herself, trying to save me when Rick was...I shook my head, trying to forget.

Even though I said it would not help, I took a few deep breaths anyway until I couldn't and let it out as slowly as I could. The brain fog cleared a little and calmed my sobbing fits. And while I lost my trust in Heidi/Gabriel, she saved me, Dean, and our baby. She saved our family. The last two words rang in my head loudly than I wanted. Family. The thought of my own family made me smile for a minute that it hurt. It was one I longed as far I could remember. To love, to hold...Michael knew, but...I hanged my head in defeat and drew my knees closer to my body until I couldn't anymore and hugged myself.

"What do I do?" I whispered to no one in particular. I feel so alone in this world right now. And in nine months, a little human being will be counting on me. I placed my cold, soaked, wrinkled hand on my belly. This time, I let the tears take over. With everything that happened in the past 24 hours, I was mentally exhausted. The image of Heidi/Gabriel flooded my brain as Heidi Gabrielle, my sister to Heidi Gabrielle the archangel, Gabriel.

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I could feel Heidi's eyes rolling behind her head, whites only visible when she's annoyed and grumbled something like, "Oh for heaven's sake!"

"Move!" she commanded behind me, but I just stood there, looking at Dean on the floor, laying haphazardly, eyes wide open. I don't know what happened, but there was blood all over my hands and a pair of scissors on my right. Heidi snatched the dripping bloodied tool angrily and tossed it away somewhere, making a "clunk" noise as it hit something.

Heidi repeated herself, but this time authoritatively, shoving me out of the way. "Reima, move and sit your ass down on the couch. Now!" She sounded like a muffled voice in my head. I didn't have it in me to argue with her. I sat like she told me. I just murdered Dean. I just killed the father of my unborn child.

"I didn't mean to," I mumbled apologetically. "Dean...Heidi, I'm sorry," looking at her with fear in my eyes. I didn't know what else to say or do. I needed her to help me. How? I don't know how. Usually when I'm all out of sorts, she's all over me, making sure I was okay. Not this time. So many thoughts all at once. Murder. Conviction. Prison. Life without parole or worse, the death penalty. Oh, my God. What have I done? I began to panic. My head began to swim. I was drowning. My heart trying to beat out of my chest, and my lungs burning for air. I need to get out.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Everything was in slow motion. Dean on the floor lifeless, Heidi with her right hand on his chest. I can't stay in the room any longer. I was about to bolt when I heard someone sucking in air and Heidi asking, "You good?" I thought she was talking to me, but when I turned to answer her, Dean was sitting up, grunting, and staring at me. Heidi did the same. I blinked once, twice. Faced Heidi, then Dean. Blinked again. What in the fu-

"Rae, you good?" Dean repeated slowly with a groan, propping himself off the floor gingerly. He acted as if this sort of thing was normal. I slowly approached him like a scared animal and patted his abdomen, his rock hard abdomen. Nothing. No gash. His nice, stained blouse was slashed, but underneath it, nothing. No laceration, no wound. Not. A. Thing.

Confusion washed all over my face. "What in the devil's-what?" I backed away haphazardly, tripping on the ottoman, almost falling on my ass. Thank goodness I caught myself, albeit awkwardly. Though, I was still able to keep my dignity. Not a peep came out of the two, but Dean continued to carry the look on his face, honest-to-God, concern.

I opened my mouth and shut it right back. Various things happened simultaneously, but Dean asking me if I was okay irritated me more than it should have. Why did he have to ask if I was okay?! I snuffed the light out of him! He was dead, so why is he, lack for a better word, undead? Is he a zombie?! Is he going to eat my brains?! My sullied hands shot up to my head unknowingly. This is nuts.

I probably shouldn't have said what I said, but it was too late. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I threw at him angrily, my body shaking. "You just died! You should be mad at me. But instead, you're sitting there asking me if I'm okay?!" Dean was flabbergasted, which did not help the situation. "Stop worrying about me and worry about yourself!" If I wasn't paying attention, I would have missed it, but my eyes were glued on the man who took me for all that I was. His eyes casted downwards, shoulders slumped, attempting to hide what he was feeling; it was melancholy. For what, I don't know. At that moment, I felt like the bad guy. Here he was genuinely concerned about me and what did I do with it? Threw it back at his face.

Then I turned to Heidi. What did she do? How was it possible? I don't know if Heidi could sense the disturbance in my head, the overwhelming rage, confusion, panic, but she loomed over me, her hand on my cheek like she always did when I was anxious. I flinched out of fright, but I let it. If she was God or some higher being, I did not want to get obliterated.

I closed my eyes tightly waiting for sweet death to take me. Nothing happened. I opened my right eye, moving it from side to side. I was still in our cold living room, still naked, Dean sitting where he was sitting and Heidi standing in front of me. "God?" I accidentally asked out loud.

Heidi inhaled deeply, shaking her head, and responded in a monotonous voice. "I am a messenger of God." One beat. Two beats. Like an anime character, my eyes were wide open, exaggeratedly blinking. Come again? I looked up at the woman who declared herself a "messenger of God" with a thick Southern drawl, cocked my head, and felt a tug on my right lip. I suddenly broke out laughing like a crazy woman.

"You?! That's rich. You're a...you're like the whore from Babylon. How could..." I stopped mid-sentence when I noticed that Dean was not laughing with me. He sat on the recliner with an uneasy look on his face. I bit my lower lip and nonchalantly turned to the 'messenger of God.' Her elegant face was marred with rage, which I have never seen before. It was frightening, very much so that I moved closer to Dean's side.

Heidi abruptly and angrily pulled her hand away from me, accompanied by a shoulder flex. Roaring thunder, flashing lights, gust of wind in the living room, even though impossible. Cold and heat creeping up and down my skin, prickling like pins and needles. Silhouette of angel wings behind her as she repeated herself. "I am Gabriel, a messenger of God and an archangel."

An angel. This whole time, I was living with an angel, an archangel, no less. I was perturbed by the revelation, I didn't notice Dean standing between me and Heidi. If he was scared, he did not show it. His broad shoulders, muscular back, bowlegged-legs from a childhood accident...Though it was apparent that I was the only one who was not in the know. Demons exist, and now angels?! However, it all made sense as my brain languidly connected some dots. Her soothing power, her suddenly appearing out of thin air when I needed her, her healing power, her ability to read my mind. I subconsciously touched myself. She healed me after Rick pummeled me almost to death. Rick was a demon who was overpowered by Heidi because she was an archangel. He didn't have a chance at all. For the very first time, I was scared of Heidi Gabrielle Adams. And then I was once again angry, only slightly this time.

The angel let out an exasperated sigh. "We don't have much time. Any minute now, those demons will be barging in. Including my sisters and brothers, maybe Father." As if reading my mind, she answered with, "Yes, other angels. Yes, God. And this is why I did not want to use my powers. Centuries of hiding..." Another exasperated sigh.

Before any questions came out of my mouth, Heidi continued on, segueing to a different topic. "You have to stop being stupid, Rae," she pointed, not giving room for any arguments, while looking outside the window as if searching for something. What came out next had me and Dean gaped at the mouth. "Reviving you, Dean, and yall's child...It took a lot out of me." She ended with a southern drawl, not realizing what she had just done.

I drew in sharp air loudly as if being pierced by a sizzling metal and closed my eyes shut as fast as I could. Everything was in slow motion yet again. This was definitely not how I envisioned telling Dean because I wasn't going to. Pregnant silence invaded the living room. I casted my eyes at the carpet, attempting to avoid Dean's gaze, but I could feel those baby greens on me. Dammit, Heidi Gabrielle Adams. You and your big, holy mouth.

Quick silence. "What? How-Come again?" He stammered, which made me giggle a bit, rapid footsteps in circles.

"That's how we got here in the first place," I mumbled. If looks could kill. Dean yielded the nastiest look he could muster my way and turned away. Incomprehensible noises were coming out of his plump lips as if trying to find the right words to use, hands on his head. "I think I'm gonna be sick," he said instead. Definitely not how I envisioned his response to be. Suddenly, he stopped muttering like a mad man. Whatever he was about to say was interrupted by something.

"Shit!" He cursed underneath his breath. "Heidi!" He drew the curtain shut and out came a dull, jagged-edged blade with a wooden grip from out of nowhere.

"Yeah, yeah, I see them," the other annoyingly retorted. In her hand was a long, silver, triple-edged dagger, which was a bit longer than Dean's. I was tempted to say "where's mine?" and "Where did Heidi hide hers?" but I don't think it'll be appreciated. Instead, I watched both of them looking through the window intently.

"What's out there?" I started, like a nosey neighbor, approaching the window, flat sheet in tow. I was a few inches away when Dean's arm wrapped around me so fast like an anaconda and snatched me away, my back hitting the wall with a thump.

"Shut up!" He commanded like I have never heard before. The Dean I met before is not the same Dean I'm with today. My left eyebrow raised, reacting my dislike with his tone, but I let it go. Because whatever was or were outside, he was worried just by the rise and fall of his chest and the concentrated look plastered on his face. Yet the jagged blade on his right hand remained still, his other arm still wrapped around me. I felt the safest.

"How do you want to gank these sons of bitches?!" He asked the archangel, who was to his left. I leaned over, and just like Dean, she was motionless. Gank?

One beat. Two beats. Three beats. If we are going to die, I need a damn weapon and the flat sheet I have wrapped around my naked body will be my shroud if we don't do anything.

Heidi looked outside the window one more time. Whatever she saw, she murmured something angrily. She was panicking deep inside, but she kept her resting bitch face. How do I know? Heidi wears her emotions on her sleeve, except when she is panicked, like she is now. What the fuck is outside that got them frazzled? It must be really bad because both of them were tense.

"We're leaving," I heard Heidi said with finality. And before Dean or I could argue, we were gone.

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October 4, 2022

Dean was back on the road within 10 minutes after getting transported back to his car, courtesy of the archangel, Gabriel or Gabrielle. Luckily, no threat where he parked his black car, which he was thankful. "Won't be pooping for a week!" He grumbled focused on the empty road. The clock on the dashboard says 11:30 pm, but to him, it felt much later.

Before the angel and Reima, still dazed about the whole situation, disappeared, Gabriel placed her hand on his head and commanded, "Go to this address alone." And just like that, they were gone. He despised the angel for being bossy, but this was not the time to argue. He knew that he will have to have a heart-to-heart with Gabriel one of these days, sooner rather than later.

After getting on the interstate did he finally relax, somewhat. His eyes darting from his rearview and sideview mirrors, making sure that none of the demons were tailing him. He let out a sigh of relief and stepped on the gas pedal, making his Baby roar in anger, the speedometer reading over 80. For a few minutes he was focused on the angel/Heidi Adams. For some reason unknown, he was picturing Heidi's vessel as some short guy, with brunette hair, and a goofy face; not a brunette, slender woman, with a beautiful face. Just because he dislikes her didn't mean he can't appreciate her beauty.

And then there was Rae, pregnant. He scratched his temple and sighed deeply. A baby? "She's not even showing," he expressed. "Is the baby even mine?" As soon as the words escaped his mouth, he knew the answer. Not only did the archangel implant the location of where to meet them, which was somewhere in Kansas, but also included her memory of Rae's ER visit with some doctor named Ong and the now dead nurse.

August 6, 2022 was the conception date, according to the doctor. It was the day he met her at Jolene's, a pool hall/bar, frequented by college students. One of the hunters shared that it was the best place to get lucky. A few more he met along the way said the same thing. He remembered killing some monster that day with Garth, what it was he couldn't recall. So he went to blow off steam with a plan to get drunk, play pool, and get lucky, whichever one came first. And afterwards, get back on the road, never to return. However, when he met Rae that day, he didn't get drunk nor play pool. He spent it all with her, talking more than he ever did. The warmth and love from her and the sex...

Beeeeeepppp! A harsh sound woke him from his reverie, accompanied by "Get off the road, jackass!" He heard, albeit muffled, as an old, red Ford passed him like a bat out of hell.

"Up yours, motherfucker!" He yelled right back plus the middle finger, which made him feel good, but only for a split second later. Suddenly, anxiety crept in and reality hit him like a ton of bricks, rendering him unable to drive. "I'm gonna be a father...a father. Me," he repeated, breathing in and out rapidly. He was hyperventilating, causing him to yank the steering wheel to the shoulder.

As soon as he put the vehicle in park, he jumped out so quickly he almost fell face first but caught himself. He rushed to the front of the car and began puking his guts out. He was surrounded by darkness, except for the harsh, white-yellow lights coming from the Impala, and memories of his past surged through.

He didn't have a great childhood nor a great role model. His mom passed away when he was 4 years old. His dad became a hunter soon after and when he went out on a hunt, Dean was either left alone to care for himself or left in someone else's care, Bobby or Father Jim, until he returned. They moved around so often, he could barely remember the schools he attended. Out of nowhere, an unfamiliar name somehow popped up in his head. Sammy.

"Who the fuck is Sammy?" He thought. When nothing came to mind, he shrugged. Around him was nothingness, but the sweet sound of crickets and rustling leaves against the wind, which he was thankful for. Before getting back in the car, he rested his back against his car to calm himself. He knew he has feelings for Rae, but starting a family with her was definitely not in his purview. He is a hunter and he will always be a hunter. A family will only be a distraction. Having a family was never a part of his plan.

He knew very well what went bump in the night, how dangerous they can be. How? Because he hunted them as far as he can remember. Moving to suburbia, holding a 9-to-5 job to support the three of them, maybe four or five. Did he want a big family? "Nope. Not going there," he stopped and brought his focus back to Azazel, the demon who wreaked havoc with his family. The panic that struck him earlier was now replaced with anger, which he welcomed wholeheartedly. Yellow eyes killed his mother, which turned him and his dad into a hunter. The demon was also the reason why his dad was so hard on him and Garth when they were were growing up. However, the one link he had to yellow eyes was smote; no thanks to the archangel. But if she didn't, he would have done some damage and many more.

After swishing some day old water he found in the back of his trunk and getting back in, he said to his '67 Chevy Impala, "it's gonna be a long ride, Baby," patting the car's dashboard. "Just you and me, back on the road." He has 24 hours to think of a way to track down Azazel and come up of a plan with Rae and their unborn child. He winced as the brewing headache intensified and zoomed towards the east.

BoY: Chapter 6 - An Eye for An Eye

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As relieved as I was to get away from him, I was not out of the woods yet. Agonizing pain traveled up and down my body, but it beats the alternative. My head felt like it was going to explode any minute, dizziness threatening to incapacitate me. My feet as if stepping on a million needles, but none were enough to stop me from escaping. My short legs pumped as hard as they could, taking me away from Rick as far as they could, my lungs screaming for air, but my attempt for freedom was short-lived.

Right in front of me was the demon, snarling, mouth foaming, eyes black. He was no longer hiding what he was. For a quick second, my body moved before my brain could make any decisions. I turned right, trying to dodge him, but whatever I did, he appeared right in front of me. One minute, I was standing. The next, a strong force enveloped my whole body, and I flew, hitting the wall full impact and fell on the floor. I bounced like a tossed ball, gasping for air, vision blurry, vomiting my guts out. I couldn't tell if I broke anything, but warm, red, sticky liquid was oozing down my face. I was shaken, dazed, and confused. I was seeing double. I tried pushing myself up with my unstable arms, trembling and nausea threatening. I knew I needed to get away, but my body was giving up. This was bad.

"C'mon, Rae," I sobbed, crawling instead. "Get it together. It's not just you anymore. Your baby is counting on you..." I cried even harder as I thought of my baby, heart beating, expected to be carried in my womb for nine months. My baby who is counting on me for safety. My baby I didn't know existed until today, who I thought I did not want. My baby who I would die for and love unconditionally until my last dying breath. The baby was all mine. What if...

I shook the negative thought out of my head. "Don't go there! You just need to move!" And that was enough motivation for me to get out of dodge. Steadying myself using the wall, I pulled myself up. My head was bleeding profusely, excruciating torment overpowering, wave of nausea and vomit overwhelming, which I willed down.

Before I could completely stand, Rick flipped me over and pinned me back down. My wrists on top of my head pushed down tight. If it were any harder, I would have been melded to the cold concrete. The rest of me under him as he rode me. Panic set in, but I wasn't going down without a fight, weak or not.

"Get off me..." I managed to snarl weakly, legs thrashing, hips bucking. But I was never a threat to him.

"Oh, Reima," The way he said my name was so repulsive. Only he could make everything sound so disgusting. "I do have plans on getting off." He forced his disgusting mouth on me, tongue prying my mouth open, wiggling around. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

I couldn't see what was on his face, but he was infuriated. What came out of his mouth was animalistic rage, his anger reverberating. "Whose cock was in your mouth?!"

Wham! Something strong and solid hit my cheek. Was it a leg? An open hand? A fist? I wasn't sure, but this was getting out of hand. A million stars suddenly appeared in front of me, my head lolling. God, it stung! I was extremely stunned that I could barely understand what he was saying. Without warning, he nabbed and pressed my cheeks like a piece of lemon and chuckled, pressing his forehead against mine.

"You fucking slut!" He spat behind him, forcing his mouth and tongue in mine yet again. My body slamming against the wall earlier was enough to cripple me. It was no longer mine to control.

"You act all high and mighty. Walking around with that bitch, Heidi, parading yourself," he inhaled, his nose against my cheek and purred. He wasn't done. He licked my face as if tasting his prey before consumption.

"I've been wanting to take my way with you. Fuck your virgin pussy and ass over and over and over until you begged me to stop, but Heidi would never leave your side," he screamed my best friend's with annoyance and bit me hard on the neck, breaking skin. I felt the pressure, but it felt like a papercut, and the smell of blood was noxious. My body was in overdrive that I lost all sensation.

"And then, the moment you broke free from her, you turned around and had some random guy fuck you! Let him take what was rightfully mine?!" Another hit on the face. Whack! At this point, I was close to losing consciousness. My body decided it was better to stay paralyzed and numb, while my brain remained aware of what was going on.

"Who was it?!" He demanded, but I dare did not answer. There was no need for him to get involved...ever.

"Please let this end," was all I could think. There was no escaping him. Nobody can stop him, and I couldn't take the torture anymore. "I'm sorry, sweetie..." As numb as I was, I could feel the tears trickling down the side of my face. I didn't care what Rick did to me. I just want him to stay focused on me. Because if he knew...

He grabbed the neck of my shirt violently, drawing my head closer to his. "Did you like it?! Did he fuck you good?! I wanna know his name..." He sickly murmured in my ear. As I said, my body gave up but not my brain. It turned out I could be a bitch if I really wanted to.

"Over and over and over again until I was orgasmed out..." I heaved every word, my throat burning. Of all people to think of, I thought of Dean Winchester. His gentleness, his roughness, his boyish smile, his ego, his vulnerabilities. He's probably out there somewhere scoring with some random bimbo, while I laid here getting beat up, taunting a demon. Rick stayed mum for a few seconds.

He let out a long sigh and repulsively said, "since you don't want to share the name of the bastard who had his way with you, well, guess what? I am taking what is rightfully mine." My vision was in and out, but I could hear the sound of fabric ripping. It started with my top, then my pants. More sounds followed: zipper coming down, mouth smacking, tongue licking, his moist lips parting.

I could have begged for him to stop, but I knew I was done for. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of me begging. I wept silently, continually thinking of Dean and the baby, while Rick spread my legs apart, hands, mouth, and tongue explored my torn up, broken down body. There were a few parts of me with some sensation, but for the most part, I couldn't feel a thing. I forced my eyes shut and bit my lip as hard as I could, as I felt something wet slither on my thigh.

"Your mouth might be saying no, but your body says different," Rick moaned, nibbling on my skin. I stayed quiet and stared at the corner wall, thinking I was off somewhere else, somewhere nice, away from the cruelty that was Rick.

Not a moment too soon, his body was on me. I could feel his gaze on my face, my naked breasts, on my stomach, specifically my womb. His chuckle was so evil, it made me lurch. "You think I don't know what you got in there?"

Before I could react, he dug his filthy hand into my stomach as hard as he could, trying to extract something out of me. I screamed as hard and as loud as I could muster, drawing my body to fold itself. It wasn't because of pain but of fear. "Nooooo!" My throat was so raw from yelling that my voice came out as a whisper. Rick only laughed.

"An eye for an eye," he spouted, then nothingness. Before darkness took over me, I remembered seeing Heidi towering over Rick, her hand outstretched, his eyes completely gone. Poetic justice.

October 5, 2022

"Fuck!" Dean was infuriated at the turn of events. He and his dad had been searching for Azazel for years and the moment he thought he was getting close, it got ripped out of his hands yet again. Strings of bad luck and none good. Wanting to take his frustration on something, he kicked a lonely chair sitting in a very familiar space, which shattered on impact.

"I have been hunting for those demons!" He started, screaming at the top of his lungs, spit everywhere. "You had no right! You had no idea what I had to go through-"

"And what about Rae?! Huh?!" Responded the other in kind. Both nostrils flaring, eyes teary and red. "Rape, Dean. Rick was about to rape her!" Heidi snarled right back at the insensitive hunter, Dean's collar in her hand. Her eyes sharp as a blade, ready to take him out.

Dean caught a glance of the girl on the couch and looked away as fast. All he saw was her face, bloodied, swollen, the rest of her covered with a thin, white sheet. He didn't say a word, but his jaw tensed. In his mind, she didn't deserve this. No woman deserves that kind of treatment from a man. But Rick was not a man, he was a demon.

He inhaled and slowly exhaled to quell his anger. It helped, but only a little. He scrubbed his face with invisible water and more vigor than intended. One minute, they were in the basement of the hospital with multiple bodies mutilated, the next, in someone's living room. He knew exactly where they were, and a fleeting memory crept up in his mind, which he hastily extinguished; it was ill-timed. The warmth of the house encircled him, but warm he was not.

"Glad it was you and not me," he murmured under his breath with murderous intent as a distraction; it worked. Rick would have been tortured until he couldn't take it anymore, and Dean was well-versed with torturing demons. Bloody, conscious, but barely alive had he caught the perverted demon. He had his own repertoire. Rather than think of his past and how he would torture what was smote, he reverted back to what was in front of him. He instead swatted Heidi's arm off him and put a distance between them.

He walked towards a corner in the living room, in view of Rae, back against the wall. "Heal her, please." Anybody who knew Dean knows he is not one to beg, but seeing Reima in the state she was in, it was unbearable. He needed air. He needed to get out. He knew this was out of his control but somehow felt responsible. Heidi's back was to him, but he could sense her hesitation.

He repeated himself, louder, knowing full well she heard him. "Heal her."

Her shoulders raised and fell in resignation. "I can't," she meekly responded, squeezing her friend's hand, head hanging low.

If he wasn't angry then, he was angry now. "You can't, or you won't?!" He pushed himself off against the wall and grabbed Heidi faster than she could protect herself. "You're an-"

"I know what I am!" She spat back but her eyes casted away, Dean still grasping the middle of her blouse, staring intensely at the top of her head. He couldn't understand her hesitation.

"She doesn't know," he stated as a matter-of-fact and let her go like a piece of wadded up gum. He shook his head in disgust.

In front of him was a celestial being, who was supposed to be one of those who watched over him like his mom promised, but Heidi was proving otherwise. "So you would rather watch her die to keep your stupid secret?!" Her head still low, staring at the carpet, searching for something invisible. He was hoping for a miracle, but from Heidi, she wasn't it.

"You don't understand. Teleporting us back to the house was a risk." Heidi began, but he wasn't having any of it.

"You're right, I don't." He pushed her aside and scooped Reima from the couch gingerly. The smell of blood permeated his nose, her cold skin against his made his heart spike, and her labored breathing was causing his mind to spiral. For the past two months, he longed to hold her, hear her sing, touch her soft skin like he did. He wasn't about to let her die because of a spineless being.

"Keys!" He demanded, growling. Angel or not, he elbowed her out of the way. He knew Reima didn't have much time left and waiting for the ambulance was going to be too late for her.

"Ba-by..." Reima stirred with a strained whisper, still unconscious, with red tears running down her face. Whatever anger Dean had, it vanished, replaced with worry and confusion. Was she talking about his car? Heidi, on the other hand, stiffened. She gritted her teeth because she knew she was about to make the biggest mistake.

"On the floor," this time, she demanded, not waiting on Dean to set the dying girl back on the couch. She pushed him down to the floor by the shoulders forcefully while holding Reima tightly, perplexity still washing over his face. Heidi shut her eyes, contemplating, but she knew it had to be done.

One beat, two beats. Nothing. Dean's eyes moved from Reima to Heidi. It should have worked. "Come on," he gritted under his breath and drew her in closer. "I need you..." he whispered in her ear. He didn't care that Heidi was watching him buckle. All of a sudden, a flash of disgust and anger took over his body. If only Heidi acted sooner...About to pounce the angel to death when Reima drew in a large breath with eyes wide open, almost knocking Dean off balance.

One beat, two beats. Almost, she wrapped her frail arms around him, sobbing and shaking, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. Whether she knew it was him holding her close, it didn't matter. The surprise wore off and he finally held her right back like he wanted, tightly, comforting her, stroking her hair.

"Shh, it's okay. You're okay, Rae...he won't hurt you...ever again." Her wailing got louder. Heidi and Dean exchanged looks, not a word between them but watched and listened helplessly as Rae wept in fear.

Minutes, which felt like hours, passed, and Reima was finally all cried out. Dean's suit was soaked in tears and slobber, knees in pain, but he didn't care. He held her, and she let him for a few minutes longer. To him, everything felt right. How could one person have such effect on him? Apart from her, he was lost, but now, there was some type of calmness. Then the moment ended as her hands began to loosen around his waist, and she started to scoot away slowly, dragging the bloodied sheet with her. The way she moved was awkward and creepy, but he didn't fight her. He felt a pang of pain as she hauled herself backwards, hitting the couch. She then folded in to herself, scrambling for the blood-soaked sheet, trying to protect herself. Nobody dared to stir the quietness of the room.

Reima raised her head slightly from her knees and attempted to say something, but no words came out. She gritted her teeth and inhaled deeply with frustration. She gave Heidi a quick glance, cleared her throat, and tried again. "Did you-" Reima started louder than she wanted, staring at Dean this time like he was the only person in the room. He didn't turn away and gazed right back.

"No," Heidi responded hastily as couple continued to stare at each other, either passionately or hatefully, she could not tell.

"Did you-," Reima continued.

"No!" Heidi replied indignantly, brows furrowing. "Why would you think that?! But he's here. Shouldn't you-"

It was Reima's turn to say it, cutting the Heidi off because she already knew what she was about to say. "No!" she responded with more fervor than expected, turning away from Dean's lightly freckled face and mesmerizing green eyes.

The man in the room was getting irritated, brows wrinkling, as the two women were having an argument with less than a few words between them. One of his many pet peeves was not being included in a discussion, especially if he was the topic, which the two were doing. So, he decided to put his two cents in. "Ladies, what the f-" he started, remained seated, which was a big mistake.

Both turned their heads sharply his way with a resounding, "Shut up!"

That did not sit right with the only male in the room; he was about to open his mouth to tell them so when Heidi said in a chilling and rumbling voice, "Reima, put that away. You don't need it."

Shifting from Heidi to Reima, Dean noticed the tool Rae was holding with shaky hands, a scissor. He was arms length away, but he knew better than to lunge at the girl who was unstable. "Rae-," Heidi began, but Reima was not leaving room for explanation.

"No! I saw you!" She tearfully screamed, matted hair framing her face, barely hanging onto the thin sheet with her armpits, both hands on the sharp weapon, unsteady. "You're like him! Like Rick! You-"

Heidi had a stoic look on her face and rather than explain, she just stared at her, which upset Dean. "Look, Rae. It wasn't like that." Dean said softly, attempting to placate the emotional girl. His face veiled with sadness and understanding. This was all new to Rae and she's beginning to learn the hard way. "Heidi...she saved you. Think about it," he urged, slowly rising from the floor, extending his arms in surrender. "Honey, please. Put it down. Heidi is not Rick. Rick is gone."

Reima was fixed on Heidi, her body quivering as she relived the last few moments, particularly when Rick's eyes burned from its sockets. She knew he was gone, but Heidi was not human. What was she? While Reima was distracted, Dean rushed in. So many things happened instantly and just like that, Dean Winchester was dead.

Chapter 7: Reality

BoY: Chapter 5 - Rick the Popular Dick

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"Just smile and nod," he commanded, while he held a gun to the small of my back, squeezing my right arm like a stress ball. "Don't make any stupid moves or I will end everybody." His threat was legit and the best thing for me to do was listen. That was enough to put me in my place. Poor Sharon. She did not deserve to die the way she did, but I did not have the leisure to cry for her. I now have to protect two lives: myself and my baby. Let's not forget those who are in the emergency department with me.

As we left the room, barely anybody was on the floor. Most nurses were either in their patients' rooms, nurses' station busy typing away, or elsewhere. "Dammit," I thought panicking, cursing in my head. This whole thing was ridiculous. Rick with black eyes, killing people, holding me at gunpoint. Rick who was a starter for the football team, liked by everyone. How is this humanly possible?

What do I do? "Calm down," I urged myself as I breathed in and out slowly. I could hear my uncle telling me what to do in situations like these, like the one I am in now. My eyes darting sideways, taking in who and what was around me. Not all the bays had patients, but there were a few, adults and children alike, with a family member in tow.

"Okay, okay. Just don't hurt them." I begged, reassuring him I had no plans on acting stupid. My body reacted negatively, trembling out of terror. I hugged myself to stop the shakes, but it wasn't enough. There was nothing more I wanted other than everybody's safety, including Dean's unborn child, our child. I unknowingly rubbed my stomach.

Dean and I are having a child, and he may never meet him or her. Rick, the popular dick just killed someone in cold blood without breaking a sweat, and we might be next. Out of nowhere, I was wishing for Dean desperately, but what could he possibly do against the abomination behind me?! The thought even made me more petrified.

Suddenly, Rick's body pressed against mine, the rough fabric of his jeans against my bare skin. "I love the smell of fear on you. You wear it so nicely," he moaned in my ear, along with a nibble. The feel of him was extremely vile that I could feel vomit rising from the pit of my stomach. I swallowed hard to keep it down and gritted my teeth. A murderer having the hots for me...And his eyes...

My curiosity broke all thoughts of Dean. "What are you?" I murmured between grinding teeth, glancing sideways. We were almost out of the treatment area, out of prying eyes.

He chuckled as he continued to press himself against me, his lips on my ear again, the gun pressing harder. I hope his finger was not on the trigger. My heart raced even more. "Aren't you a curious George? It doesn't matter. Now, keep moving." He pushed me through swinging doors, my face almost kissing the door.

At the last minute, I braced against it with my right arm, which hit my funny bone. Not a good sensation. But when you have adrenaline rushing through your veins, you barely notice it. He shoved me down the steps rather than up. We're heading towards the basement.

I whimpered accidentally. This was it. I was glad Heidi did not stay with me. It saved her from this, from Rick, from death. I was hoping for someone to take notice, but nobody did. No one, just like before until grandpa Jack and later, my adoptive uncle. I drew in the stale and almost moldy smell of the stairwell. I didn't need to think about them now and my past. It was not going to help me and my baby. Tears threatened to fall, but I did not let it. Instead, I begrudgingly did what he wanted me to do.

"A demon," he announced, a few minutes later, like it was something natural. Only our footsteps, dirt crunching under out feet can be heard, echoing throughout.

Blinking rapidly, my mind went to overdrive. I heard what he said, but my brain was not accepting what he claimed he was. "A demon," I repeated in my head. I did it a few more times and all I could think was, 'they're not real. There is no way. And if it's all true, there's a heaven and a hell.' I was not buying it. I was trying to rationalize the information Rick shared to the class. How else do you explain it? I did not say it out loud to avoid getting slaughtered by Rick, the dick, but he read my thoughts.

He howled, and without warning, he slammed me against the wall, knocking the wind out of me. His body pressed so close to mine I could feel his breath on my skin and his awakened manhood. Does killing an innocent bystander and threatening others, including a pregnant woman, aroused him? He was good looking, but no way in hell would I want to bed him. Not now, not ever.

"You better believe we're real. And soon, there's going to be an uprising, demons and cambions, alike." He was proud of the moment. His blue eyes sparkled, his breathing erratic, he was smiling from ear-to-ear. Down yonder, he was definitely happy to 'see' me. If this was sex, he would have been orgasming multiple times over.

I have no idea what a cambion is, but the thought of it or them made me fear for my life. And he wasn't done because what came next was the worst. "Azazel and I will rule the world. Along with Lucifer." He grabbed my arm once again and had the gun still pointed at me, concealed.

~.~.~

Heidi and Dean made it back to Reima's room a minute too late. Heidi looked around upset, hands on her head, struggling to think of what to do next. Dean, on the other hand, just watched the upset woman pacing aimlessly and finally picked up the smell of sulfur infiltrating the room. Now he understood why Heidi reacted the way she did.

"Fucking demon," he repulsively murmured. Frenzy began to overwhelm his body: heart rate speeding, couldn't concentrate, muscle tensing, jaw hurting. He hasn't seen Reima in months and his body was reacting weird; he was worried like he would for a family, which he didn't have many. Rather than let the useless emotion take hold of him, he breathed in and out for a few seconds. It was hard to do when the smell of sulfur and metal overwhelmed his sense of smell, but he endured it. When he finally found his center, his instincts as a hunter kicked in and began doing what he knew best.

Scanning the room, nothing screamed that she fought back, which meant she followed the demon willingly. "It threatened her," he surmised to nobody in particular. That was when he noticed droplets of fresh blood on the sheet. As he moved closer for inspection, there was a puddle of blood on the floor. He became apprehensive but tried remaining emotionless; it was a challenge. His heart beating so fast, it made it difficult to swallow, but he couldn't stop, he shouldn't stop. He held his breath as he tracked the blood, legs sprawled all over and slowly glanced up.

"Oh, thank God," he subconsciously mumbled, subsequently breathing. He was relieved, it wasn't Reima, but an unknown person. He knew it was ill-timed to celebrate, so he offered a small prayer. To the side of the bed was Sharon's lifeless body, laying in her own blood, eyes wide open.

"Hey," he called out to Heidi, who was still in her own mind. No response. "Heidi," he growled, rougher this time, which caught her attention. She did not appreciate his boorish attitude, but she went to his side anyway when she saw him cock his head to the side. Seeing Sharon the way she was snapped her back to reality.

"Dammit," She mumbled, sympathetically accompanied by relief. Like Dean, she was soothed by the fact that it wasn't her best friend who was on the floor. Because not too long ago, she promised Rae that nothing was going to happen to her and her baby. Avoiding the blood on the floor, she knelt down next to Sharon's body and closed her eyes. She also grabbed her hand and uttered a little prayer. "I'm so sorry." Dean was not a fan of Heidi's, but he could tell she meant it earnestly.

He placed a hand on Heidi's right shoulder. "We need to go," he directed after hanging up his phone. He called the cops to report a homicide. In a few minutes, people will start wandering in to the room and he did not want to be associated with it when they start their interrogation. That will keep them from locating and saving Rae from the demon.

Heidi stood motionless for a few seconds as if in contemplation, which left Dean confused. "They're not far away," she finally directed, moving towards the same direction as Reima and Rick like a cadaver dog. Whether Dean followed her, she did not care. She was more concerned about her than him. But Dean was right behind her, his hand unknowingly rubbing the ivory grip of his gun. It helped calm the anger that was to boil over.

Passing through the doors Reima did not too long ago, he pulled a jagged-edged knife with a brown, almost worn-down handle. Heidi, who could care less about Dean, was surprised at the weapon he was brandishing that it made her pull a double take. "Where did you get that?!" She asked sharply, almost lunging at him.

Dean able to read Heidi's body language, took a few steps backward, moving the knife away from her grasp. He gave her an unreadable look. Heidi appeared to know what he was holding, knew what it was they were chasing, but he knew it wasn't the time to question her. "None of your business," was what passed through his red lips instead.

His response made the corner of her mouth twitch, but she, in turn, let it go. Just like Dean, she knew getting to Reima was more important than having a macho showdown in the stairwell, especially with a hunter who knew more than the average. She angrily stared at him for a few seconds, which he surprisingly held just as long. She broke it off first, approached the rails, scanning the steps above and below, hoping Reima was safe. All she could hear was her heartbeat and her own breathing. The sulfur was concentrated where they were standing, but she couldn't tell if they went upstairs or downstairs.

"If it were me, I would have gone down. Easier way of escaping, especially with someone in tow." She heard Dean say, heading down the steps. She could not stand his guts, but she knew he was right. Rather than stroke his ego, she glanced towards his direction, shoved him, and started moving again. Behind her back, Dean smirked. He was able one up her.

The hospital's basement had the appearance of neglect, barely lit hallways, some flickering lights, darkish gray and empty walls, smell of bleach and something else permeating the already stale air, but it was cold, maybe too cold. I don't even want to think of how many dead bodies they got down here. I rubbed my goose-bumped arms for warmth. There were a few offices, like security, management information systems, American Red Cross. Used or not, I don't know; doors were closed. "Where are you taking me?!" I asked loudly, hoping someone heard me and trying to buy time.

"You don't want to know what's going on in my head," he purred, rubbing on to something. The way he said it made me shiver. "Now, stop dawdling!" he shoved, catching on too quick.

The way he pushed was not strong enough, but I figured why not use it to my advantage? I purposefully tripped on my own two feet and fell, making sure to brace with my elbows to prevent hurting the baby. My elbows must be bruised by now. Electrical sensation traveled up and down my arms. Maybe it wasn't the smartest move, but it was all I could think of at the moment.

My stupid move elicited more fury from Rick that what happened next was indescribable. "Get up, you stupid bitch!" He roared madly, yanking a handful of my hair. Yup, stupid. Me acting like a deadweight did not stop him at all. He almost lifted my body off the floor and dragged me, at the same time. Thank God I was wearing decently dressed for dragging.

"Let go!" I fought back, trying to remove his hand off my hair, but he was too strong. He was jerking my hair so bad, it stung like it was on fire; as if he was trying to scalp me with his bare hands. "Oh God, help me, please..."

I don't know what happened, but for some reason, Rick forcefully dropped me on the floor. Not wasting a great opportunity, I swept my leg backwards as hard as I could and hit something. Next thing I knew, I heard a loud thud behind me, Rick's hand off my head. Rather than look back, I took off as fast as I could and yelled as loud as I could with desperation in my voice, loud enough to wake the dead.

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Heidi and Dean moved swiftly and quietly to prevent the demon from catching on they were on its tail. They checked every nook and cranny with no luck. Both were frantic; they were running out of time. Then, they went off their separate ways because it was faster and it gave them a chance to cover more ground. Dean really didn't want Heidi screwing his process.

As he approached the Central Processing facility, he knew right away something was off. For one, the door was left ajar, and two, a lifeless body in his purview. He kicked the door slowly and the horror continued. Blood splattered everywhere, the smell of rotten eggs and fresh blood overpowered the room. The flickering lights adding more to the abhorrent atmosphere. Some human flesh plastered on the wall, on the stainless-steel counters, and floor. Dean's hand reached for his nose and mouth. Probably more fresh, dead bodies lying in some of the offices they haven't checked, which was unfortunate and unnecessary. "The local LEOs are going to have a field day," he thought, about to check the room. A few more steps and he heard Reima's ear-splitting voice.

"Help us, please! Anybody! Please!" Those were enough to get him running like a jackal. He didn't know where Heidi was, but that wasn't the pressing issue. He needed to get to Reima like yesterday. Muscles pumped hard, trying to catch up to her and her captor.

"No! Don't!" was what echoed all over the basement, more distress in her voice.

"Son of a bitch!" He growled, his anger finally boiling over. He did not want to think of what the demon was doing to her at this very moment, but his mind won't let him. Every scenario whizzing through his mind were all not good and it was adding more fire to the flame. Each and every last one ended with her dying in the hands of the demon.

Suddenly, silence flooded the ground level. "Rae!" he yelled, breaking in sweat, his heart in his throat. He swiftly searched every corner, down the barely lit and soulless hallways; nothing. He couldn't see nor hear anything other than his heart and blood pumping to every part of his body, making him hypervigilant.

"Goddammit! Rae!" He yelled again, desperate this time, holding to the demon blade tighter. "Fuck!" he cursed, not knowing what else to do other than to try and reach her in time. This was one death he wasn't going to let happen, never going to happen. "Lord, you better..." before he could finish his version of a prayer, Heidi's booming, southern voice grabbed his attention.

"Dean, over here." Following her voice, he did a mad dash, only to find Reima slumped on the floor like the nurse from earlier. Face covered in blood, bottom pants ripped, underwear exposed. He froze. The woman that he was yearning for for the past 2 months was hurt, possibly sexually assaulted and/or dead while Heidi stood over some male meat suit, with eyes burned out of its socket, pants down, dick sticking out.

He glanced from Reima to Heidi with a distraught and pissed off look only he could pull off. "Guess the secret's out," Heidi blurted.

Chapter 6: An Eye for An Eye

BoY: Chapter 3 - Agent Simmons

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October 4, 2022 San Francisco, CA

Dean drove to California without sleep, 20 hours as opposed to 26 hours, which was usually how long it took from Richardson, TX to San Francisco, CA. He was that determined to get back on the demon's trail, the one who killed his mother, no matter how low the chances were. He was banking on the information Garth gave him.

Pulling in to a sleazy motel under the guise, Gene Simmons, which thankfully escaped the scrutiny of the unobservant receptionist, he was able to secure a room. Opening and closing the door behind him, an olive drab room, with dark blue curtains greeted him. Nothing about the room was welcoming. The smell of stale cigarettes insulted his nose even with a sign stating in red no smoking. Everything looked so worn down that Dean did not seem out of place, including depressing. A light-brown recliner with a few unnamed stain sat in front of the window with a dim lamplight standing next to it.

In the middle of the room were two queen-sized bed covered in polka-dotted green bedsheets. He sighed at the sight of the beds. He specifically asked for a one-bed room, but the unobservant man-kid at the desk apparently didn't give any shit at all. He decided he did not care, either. He was only staying for a few days, anyway. The room was completed by a nightstand separating the beds and across from the beds: a dresser and an emerald dining table belonging in the 50s. The whole joint needed an upgrade.

Setting his bag on the table that belonged in the crooner era, he sat down on one of the beds just to decompress for a few minutes. Scanning the room, he wondered if he should continue this path or should he jumpstart a career as a life coach. That still made him chuckle in disbelief, but she was actually serious about it.

"Why not? I think you'll do a great job," her voice resonating warmly in his mind.

He made a face. Ridiculous thought and he told her so. "Me? A coach for some douchebag? No, thanks." How could someone need a 'coach' to run their lives when he practically grew up all by himself, turning into an adult at a young age?

"I'll be your first douchebag." Her innocent eyes staring at him with a big smile on her face, awaiting eagerly for what he had to say. They were both sitting on the hood of the impala. She, in his leather jacket, pulling the collar closer to her face to stay warm. The smell of him, aftershave, cologne, old leather mingled, which did not bother her one bit. There was something nostalgic about it. He stayed silent while staring at the beautiful horizon, the purplish hue slowly changing into darkness.

That made him grin innocently. This was new. Usually when he meets a woman at a bar, they start with some small talk and end with meaningless sex. She, on the other hand, was different. He could not put it into words other than she made him feel like he was the only person in the world who mattered. She wasn't flirting; she was attentive. She was curious. He was not used to such treatment from a woman. "You're serious." More of a statement than a question. She shrugged, drowning in his leather jacket, her beautiful brown eyes the only thing he could see. The sight of her in it made his heart skip a beat. What was it about her?

He couldn't remember what else was said, but he vividly recalled saying to her, "Come with me..." What if she took his invitation seriously? How would his life be? Probably different from what it is now, in a seedy motel reminiscing about her instead of thinking of the case. He rubbed his face, hoping it was enough to wake him up for a few more hours. No point in trying to stray from what seemed to be his destiny in life: a dangerous, thankless job, and strings of bad luck.

He let out a sigh. His plan was to jump in the shower, get in his monkey suit, and head on back out to the hospital. The opposite happened. As soon as his whole body fell on the bed, he slept and he slept hard. After all, he was still human. Four hours of sleep was all he needed to function.

"Miss Gibbs will be fine," I heard a man's muffled voice say. "We will keep her here for a few more hours, then she will be free to go. I also ordered some labs and once those are resulted, her medications will be ready for pick up. Just make sure the nurse notes where she or you would like to pick it up. Any other questions, Mrs.-"

"Miss Adams. Miss Heidi G. Adams." She stressed on the MISS, in case the ER doctor did not catch it the first time. Even while I'm in the hospital, she managed to bag a guy. I rolled my eyes, which in retrospect was a mistake, because at that moment, a stabbing pain overwhelmed my head.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Gabby. Will you keep it in your pants for a minute?" I tried pulling myself up, but my body had other thoughts. A wave of nausea hit me so bad I felt like vomiting. Even opening my eyes was a chore. The little slit I was able to muster was violated by bright lights. "Please turn off the lights!"

"Oh, sorry about that," I heard the man say. He must've moved because I heard squeaky shoes shuffling away and back. "Ms. Gibbs, my name is Dr. Ong and I am one of the ER providers. Can you tell me your name and date of birth?" Straight and to the point.

I answered as asked. "Reima M. Gibbs. Date of birth 18 August 2000."

"Do you know what day it is?" The man continued.

"Uh, Tuesday."

"How about where you are?"

What's with all the questions? I massaged my temples. The pain was getting worse and the nausea..."Jesus, hm. I'm assuming the hospital?"

There was a sigh of relief. "Good. Do you know what brought you here?"

I cleared my throat as the wave of nausea hit me. Vomiting my guts out is not a far off thing. "Good question, doc, because I want to know."

And Heidi explained what happened, which basically came down to Sam Campbell as the one who sent me to the hospital. That bitch. I fell 3 bleachers down, hitting not only my forehead but also my ribs. No wonder my side was tender as I scooted up. I didn't suffer any fractures because I didn't try to brace the impact. How could I? Everything happened so fast, I didn't have time to react. Because my forehead took all the brunt of it, I ended up with 7 stitches, a killer of a headache, and a possible admission.

"So, admission?" I asked aloud.

"Probably not. Nothing on your CT scan showed any swelling, bleeding, or abnormalities that would be concerning. If Gabby," he paused. I could sense Heidi smiling for ear to ear. I cleared my throat to bring his attention back to me.

"Right. You can go home if you have someone to stay with you for 24 hours to ensure no new symptoms or the symptoms you already have are not worsening," he muffled through his mask. "I would like to do a few neurological checks. Light in the eyes, motor strength...that sort of thing. Do you have any questions before I begin?"

I didn't have any, but I needed something quick. My body was no longer listening to me. "Trash can, please!" I begged like my life depended on it.

In a pewter-colored suit, and underneath a light blue shirt with a royal blue tie, he was Agent Simmons with the FBI. Fake, but as a hunter, he had to play countless roles to do what needed to be done. It was how he was taught by his missing dad. He was good at it, especially as an FBI special agent. He was ready to take on whatever or whoever had it out for him at the hospital and investigate the missing women if it truly was connected to a demon. What Garth told him earlier was this:

"Why would you hang up, bro?" The irritated caller asked. "There's more to the story if you just gave me time." Dean likes it sweet and to the point. Too much information and he ends up confused. He always says, "Keep It Simple, Stupid" or KISS. Every time he says "KISS it for me," some give him a very perplexed or weird-as-shit look. At one point, some random burly guy asked him for his safe word. That completely rendered him speechless. His smart-ass mouth couldn't save him.

The highway was long and empty, but it was serene. Nothing bump in the night to fight, just him and Baby on the open road, an interstate cold and devoid of life in the darkness. "What else did you need to tell me?"

"There's a case. Women have been missing, between the ages of 18 to 25, but one was able to escape. She said they have been..." paper rustling in the background, "Ah! Been looking for you, sweetheart."

Dean rolled his eyes. Garth is like a squirrel. He gets easily distracted. "Garth, get to the point."

"Right. They were kept in a dungeon. One girl taken out everyday but never returned."

"So how did this girl in question escape?" The sun set a few hours ago and his eyelids were getting too heavy. He passed some motels a few miles ago, but none now. He wanted a bed, but if push comes to shove, he could always sleep in or on the car. He enjoyed the outdoors, once in a while.

"Something you're gonna hafta find out," Garth answered blankly. "I'mma tell you somethin', man, it's probably best you stay away. Now that I'm lucid and not hopped up on mary jane, it sounds like a trap."

"No, shit, Gar-Lock," Dean finally acknowledged, trying to make a joke, but it escaped Garth. No point in explaining it; it just ruins it. "If what she said was true, why is she alive? And why the age?"

Now, it was Garth's turn to stay quiet. "I don't know, man. For the past two months, eight girls gone, maybe more. She's lucky in mah book. Head on to the UCSF Medical Center. Girl's admitted for physical and mental trauma."

"Yup." And just like that, hanged up the phone, with no goodbyes or see you later. He knew that the caller on the other side was fuming mad and that was what made it funny. Small childish things like this made him smile. He reached for the volume dial on the radio, turned it up to Hotel California and sang along.

Dean was able to find the girl Garth mentioned, Naomi Kazynski, 21. His pristine suit from some tailor shop and fake badge got him access to almost anything. Case and point: the receptionist tried to flirt with him, which he entertained for a minute until he got bored. She was pretty, but outwardly appearances don't seem to excite him like it did once. Gina, the receptionist with Italian genes, called the unit he needed and let them know he was coming to speak to one of their patients. He thanked her and left as fast as he could.

Naomi Kazynski was on the third floor, hooked up to an IV pump with a few bags and to a monitor overhead. She was pretty bad. If it was all an act, she was damn good. Busted left brow and upper lip, bruises all over her, at least on surfaces that were visible, and an imprint of handcuffs on her wrists. He felt sorry for Naomi, but he had a job to do.

"Can you tell me what happened?" He asked, sitting on a chair situated on her left side. Naomi did not want to. She began crying incessantly, whimpering, holding onto a woman he assumed was her mother for dear life. The plump, brunette woman with a shoulder-length hair, red loose shirt and jeans wrapped her arms around her and began calming her down. "We already talked to the cops. Can't you talk to them?"

He understood the frustration. He has dealt with many of them over the years. But he also knew that if this was truly supernatural, no local LEO will be able to handle it. Moot point to tell them. What he said was, "I could, but sometimes things get lost in translation. I understand this is an inopportune time. However, I have learned that getting the information straight from the victim is more beneficial. It also serves as a motivation to hunt these sonofabitches down." He was angry, not at the people in the room but at those who could think they can do whatever they want to such a fragile girl. He reeled in his anger, not crucial at the moment.

"Shh. It's okay, baby. I'm right here. You don't have to talk to Agent..." she paused and looked his way, trying to recall his name but couldn't. "We can do this another time, if you want." Dean really did not agree with her mom's statement, but if he pushed her, the alternative was Naomi clamming up. Not a good start.

"Is everything okay?" The nurse asked, poking her head through the door with a concerned look. She looked at Naomi, then at the monitor. As soon as she was able to lay her eyes on her patient who was agitated but breathing, she went in the room and tinkered with the machine behind Dean. "Agent Simmons, is it?" To which Dean nodded. "I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to leave. You're stressing my patient and this is something she doesn't need right now."

Again, not something he wants to do. How do you get out of this one? He thought to himself. He didn't have to. Naomi came to his rescue. Whatever Dean said earlier must've changed her mind. "I'm okay, Tracy. I want-I need to talk to him." She was failing at looking strong, but her eyes were different. She was a fighter.

"Thank you," Dean thought, while he and the nurse stood toe-to-toe, measuring each other's dick size. The nurse may be female, but she was beefy and if she really wanted to, she could probably flatten Dean on his ass. The nurse, called Tracy, broke away first.

She was not happy that he was staying and she did not hold back. "The moment I notice her vitals shoot up from the nurses' station, you're outta here." To Naomi in a nice and homely voice, "If you need anything, sugar, press the red button on the call light." When her patient nodded, Tracy left but without giving Dean another look, which made him nod. The African-American nurse was not one to play around with.

"Whenever you're ready, Ms. Kazynski," Dean ushered, his notepad on his left and Naomi began to tell him the details that happened within a span of two days. She stopped when it got too intense, but she continued on and he let her.

"I was bound naked on an exam table with my legs up on the stirrups," Tears flowing as she recounted what happened. "The room was dim, but there was a guy behind me a few feet away, sitting, stroking his..." She stopped and closed her eyes. She was visibly shaken by the whole ordeal and her mom held her close as she continued.

"There were two other guys who just stood next to me, watched me as I begged for them to let me go. Then a fourth guy showed up, as naked and as ready as the guy sitting behind me."

"He, um..." She stammered, lips quivering. It was taking all of her courage to re-tell what she went through. He dealt with a few who couldn't remember details, some experiencing temporary paralysis because of how intense the trauma was. He intended to avenge her and those afflicted by these demons.

"He got permission from the guy sitting...his boss to...um, start." Dean clenched his jaws. He knew where this was heading, but he did not interrupt her since she had been forthcoming with information.

"Um...the moment he shoved his tongue in me, he stopped. He said that I did not taste right." Dean blinked a few times, asking what she meant, without saying it aloud. Naomi responded by looking downwards.

"He stopped?" Naomi nodded her head.

"Man was full frontal and he stopped," Dean found it unusual, but he moved on. "Anything you remember? Names? Tattoos? Scent, maybe? Anything at all."

She closed her eyes for a minute and when she did not answer, Dean assumed she was done. "The boss, the one sitting with his hard-on on his hand, he was called Azazel. He had..." she paused as if she couldn't believe what she saw. "...yellow eyes," she whispered, shaking as if saying his name will make him appear like Bloody Mary.

Dean looked up from his pad. This was the break he was waiting on. "Good job, Garth." He added a note on his pad saying that he owed the guy a beer whenever he sees him. Azazel...finally a name to a face. "We got you now, you son of a bitch," he murmured under his breath, which fortunately escaped the ears of those who were in the room with him.

He had so many questions in mind, but he didn't want to get too excited about it. After all, Naomi went through physical and emotional trauma. He may be a jerk but there's a time and place. "You're doing great, Naomi. Take your time." This time, he meant it.

Naomi slowly agreed and gave it more thought, her face twisting as she re-lives the horror of the past 2-3 days. "Rotten eggs...I distinctively smelled rotten eggs. There wasn't that much conversation between the two or any of them. And...and...the guy from that movie High School Musical. He was the one..." She finally broke down. She ran out of her courage juice. He had no idea what High School Musical was, but he wrote it down in case it meant something useful; he doubted it. Dean wanted to tell her it was going to be okay, but it wasn't going to be. The emotional damage was already done. She either buries it or let it consume her. Either way, things will be different for her from this day on.

There was no asking questions anymore: 1) Naomi began hyperventilating, the machine beeping loudly, 2) Nurse Tracy rushed in the room with some kind of syringe in her hand. Before Nurse Ratchet could say anything, he got up and said, "I know. I know. I'm leaving. Here's my card in case you think of something else." He knew he was talking to dead air, but he said it anyway. He left it on the night stand, littered with food and cards wishing Naomi a speedy recovery; so did he.

His sympathy quickly passed and began thinking of his next plan. He will have to contact the local LEOs after all to make sure he did not miss any other information, like how she escaped.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, the sound of Naomi and her mom crying ceased. Instead, he was assaulted by the sounds of beeping machines and nurses chatting to his right. When they noticed him staring at them, with some kind of look on his face, they stopped and went back to work. He had the G-man look. Some were terrified, and there were some who just did not give a crap. It was fake, but they did not know that.

The exhaustion that was all over his body was no longer there. The new information he gleaned from Naomi was enough to wake him. Grabbing his phone, he quickly searched for a name and clicked on it. Not surprising, he got a voicemail. "Dad, this is Dean. Call me back. I have a lead."

He thought of what to do next, which his stomach answered loud. "Grub it is," he stated to no one in particular. Before the elevator closed on his face, a blond nurse with red tips approached him, preventing the doors from closing. He was annoyed, and he let his face show it.

The look of annoyance on Dean deterred the woman from saying anything, but she decided to ignore it because she had to have him. "Agent Simmons, you want to leave me a card just in case I need to get a hold of you?" She was flirting and he knew it.

His gaze lingered on her eyes for a minute and something popped to mind. "Do you know anything about some movie called..." he paused and checked his notepad. "High School Musical?"

Chapter 4: Black Orbs

BoY: Chapter 1 - Good Riddance, Mr. Winchester

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"Girl, you better haul ass!" Heidi screamed from the bottom of the stairs. It was only 7:30 AM, but we were going to be late if I didn't move faster. The sun was trying to peak through my venetian blinds reminding me that the clock was ticking.

"Hold on!" I screamed back as I looked around my room for my missing laptop. Clothes were strewn all over the floor. My books, notebooks, and other school supplies all over my desk. I swore I left it on my black IKEA-bought desk last night. I scratched my head. "Argh!" I was getting too frustrated to look; I was using my mouth more than my eyes.

I could hear Heidi loudly tapping on the banister. Impatient bitch. I don't know how she is up and running, considering she didn't get home until wee hours of the morning, around 3 AM...I know because she made a lot of noise coming in the house. And now here she is screaming at the top of her lungs, telling me to hurry up.

"Class starts in half an hour and the traffic...I'm going to leave your ass if you ain't ready in 10 minutes." Heidi and I have been friends since we started college together; that was four years ago. And finally, we are in our last semester. We are dubbed the Twins of 2022 because like Schwarzenegger and DeVito, she was tall while I was short. Fortunately, our height was the only trait we shared with the actors. And we are ALWAYS together...almost. When you see one, the other is right there or nearby.

"Anything else, Dr. Obvious?!" I yelled a little bit louder than I intended, but she was getting on my nerves. I'm usually on top of things, but last night got me out of my zone. And as if on cue, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist.

"You're leaving without saying anything?" He asked, nibbling on my left ear. All that came out of me were unintelligent words and a nervous laugh. That stopped him for a minute, giving me time to catch my breath. That little bit made me blush and feel warm all over. As he nestled his face on my neck, planting small kisses, a moan escaped my mouth. His moist lips on the nape of my neck sent excitement to places I never knew could get excited. My breathing labored, chest heaving, I couldn't think straight. All I know was that I wanted more of it. I wanted him. As if reading my reaction, he gently pulled my hair, licked and nibbled my neck, which made me moan louder. His other hand slowly moving down, sensing the band of my jeans slipping.

I turned around to meet his plump lips and returned the favor more ferociously, which he did not reject. He smelled of sex and soap. On my tippy toes, my arms wrapped around his waist, my hands gently scratching his naked skin. He bent lower for my benefit and that slight move made it easier to kiss his pillowy lips. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I drew him closer to me. His tongue wrestled mine and he was winning. His hands that were on my hips earlier was now closer to one of the most sensitive parts of my body. My breath caught in his mouth and I shuddered underneath him. He knew it all too well. This is going to be a two part-er if I don't stop this here and now.

I broke away from the kiss first, catching my breath, placing my hands on his firm chest, but he tried to steal more. I drew my chin closer to my body, hoping he caught my drift. To emphasize my stance, I backed up until a felt something press against my back, which was my dresser.

"What?" He asked with a tinge of irritation in his voice. He must be one of those who is used to getting their way. The kiss must've woken him up firm that he craved release. He sat down at the edge of my bed, legs wide open. No embarrassment at all. He wanted me to see what I did to him; it was not difficult to notice. I made every effort to avoid looking at him, while he did the opposite. All eyes on me. He knew what he wanted, what I wanted, and it made me squirm.

A few more breaths to steel myself. He is an Adonis; at 6 feet, with brown hair, clean shaven face, and green eyes to my 5 feet frame. I have never done this before and he could totally tell the moment I sat next to him last night, but he was gentle until he was not. The slam against the wall, bites on my thigh, strong tongue, hair pulling, soft then hard thrusts, multiple climax. I bit my lower lip and squeezed my eyes shut tightly, but that didn't help. Last night kept replaying in my head over and over, my body once again responding and he could totally tell.

"You want it, don't you, you little slut. So why deny it?" His whispered, his warm breath washing over me. I should have been offended...He was physically ready and so was I. I did not dare look at him. I turned my face away, eyes still closed. My heart was pumping so loud, I could hear the rush of blood and it was not rushing to my brain. I could feel the tip of his nose on my exposed cheek and his slithering tongue, prying my mouth open. My whole body was on fire. How could one man have such power over me?

"Because if she doesn't, Miss Magna Cum Laude will be late for class," a flat voice responded. I opened my eyes to see Heidi leaning against the door jamb, arms crossed, with annoyance on her face. Was the annoyance because we were going to be late or because there was a man in the house ready to devour me? She gave him a once over and then moved to me. I think I saw something resembling a smirk on the corner of her mouth before it completely disappeared. "My name is Heidi and this is Reima. And you are?"

He clicked his tongue while his forehead rested on me, his eyes on mine. I don't know when I looked away from Heidi but here I was staring at his beautiful, emerald eyes. He mouthed something before turning his baby greens away from me. He really does not like disruptions. "Dean Winchester," he responded.

"Do you make it a habit of interrupting people, Mother Superior?" He asked. Before pushing away from me, he planted a sweet, soft kiss. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn't know I was holding my breath for too long until his body was no longer on me. For a minute, it was a sigh of relief, which was followed by panic. I immediately turned to him fortunately seeing him wearing his jeans from the day before. I didn't know what was on my face because when my eyes met his, I saw a pompous look on his face.

"Well, Dean Winchester, what are your intentions? Because for a minute there, you didn't even know her name until I said it." Heidi was pissed and when she gets emotionally charged, her southern drawl is more pronounced and the whole situation turns into a reality show.

I looked at her, then at him. Blinked a few times. I wanted to say something, but words weren't forming. All I could do was look at Heidi with bewilderment and she was not done. "You think you can just roll on here and sleep with her?! She is not a WHAM, BAM, THANK YOU, MA'AM kind of girl, Mr. Winchester!"

While she goes on a tirade, there is no stopping her. All I could do was watch her with a slack jaw and I also felt hurt when she said he didn't remember my name. How could he not? He called for me, screamed my name over and over last night. Then it dawned on me he uttered my name inaudibly before pushing off of me, the 'ah-ha' moment. I didn't think I was feeling something for him because how could I? I just met the guy yesterday, but I wish he would just disappear.

My anxiety was getting the best of me. I felt like the whole world was laughing at me. I did not have the greatest memories growing up, but this by far took the cake. My chest was hurting, my breathing was getting erratic, I was hyperventilating; I needed to get out. I didn't know how I got to the patio, but I did. Birds chirping, cars driving and honking, dogs barking, I was drowned in the noise of our neighborhood. The sun's warmth embraced me while I was bent over, trying to catch my breath.

"Reima-" Heidi started, but I did not want to hear it and I told her.

"Whatever excuse you may have for embarrassing me in there, I don't care. You did not have the right. I'm your friend, not your child. I have never and will never pull something like that. At least not in front of all your..." I yelled, shaking with tears running down my face. I was making a fool out of myself, but I did not care. "...fuck toys. How could you?!" One of our neighbors, an old, bald man, a very nice guy, came out to his yard to water his plants, only to go back to his house with a panicked face.

"And that's exactly why I did it! What possessed you to sleep with him?! I have been with many guys like him and it always ends the same. I'm just another notch on their bed post." Her face was not painted by pain but with disgust. I was confused. Where was this all coming from? Before I could ask her why, she responded. "Because why not? If these men can sleep around and have fun, why can't I?"

We both stood there with nothing much else to say. Heidi is my best friend, but I never knew she has a low opinion of herself. She is such a beautiful girl. I always admired how sociable she is, how strong she is, but in the end, it's just a façade. Me, on the other hand, an introvert, unless I'm on the stage.

"I want to be like you," I finally answered, timidly. "I saw him sitting alone, I took a shot. I thought, 'YOLO,' you know? I never thought...And here we are...He was so damn good." I laughed pathetically with tears streaming down my face. After saying what I thought aloud, I just realized I have the same problem like Heidi, low self-esteem. "Before I knew it, I joined the sisterhood of the dropping pants."

And Heidi lost it. We were both crying and laughing at the same time. "I'm sorry," she wailed and I returned in response. Words mixing because we were both talking simultaneously. Tears, snot, mascara running. We were a hot mess; we didn't care. We didn't care how we looked. We didn't care that we missed lecture today and we sure as hell did not care that Dean Winchester left shortly, his impala driving away forever, taking with him something I considered precious. Good riddance, Mr. Winchester.

Chapter 2: Yellow Eyes

Because of You

Note: Hi, everyone. My name is AJ. New user here! I just want to share this fanfic I have been writing for almost 6 months, maybe longer. Life has its ups and downs, and writing has helped me release my emotions. Thus Dean Winchester x OFC coming to life. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. POV changes quite often in this story and so many things happen that even I surprise myself. Is that normal?! Anyway, constructive feedback, criticisms, anything you want to share is always welcome. Here is Because of You...

Synopsis: Dean Winchester, a 30-year-old hunter, rolled in to a college town to unwind. Reima M. Park-Gibbs, a 22-year-old college student was the lucky or unlucky encounter. They both got what they wanted, along with unexpected consequences. Dean will now have to protect her and his unborn child while convincing her she belongs to and with him.

Chapters

Chapter 1: Good Riddance, Mr. Winchester

Chapter 2: Yellow Eyes

Chapter 3: Agent Simmons

Chapter 4: Black Orbs

Chapter 5: Rick the Popular Dick

Chapter 6: An Eye for An Eye

Chapter 7: Reality

Chapter 8: Coffee and Muffin

Chapter 9: Together

Chapter 10: Thanksgiving at the Bunker

Chapter 11: Welcome Home, Daddy

Chapter 12: Michael

Chapter 13: Raw Confessions

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