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To Dream…

There was a warm breeze as Dean and Abby strolled along the beach hand in hand, they had removed their shoes and socks and the sand was comforting as it sunk beneath their steps. Abby sighed contentedly as she gazed out at the Ocean, the pink sun slowly sinking into its calm current as it lapped against the shore. Dean watched the expression on Abby’s face, filling his heart with more warmth than he’d ever felt before, a smile playing on his lips. Abby turned and smiled at him shyly, falling into a sea of green as she stared into Dean’s eyes, Dean held the gaze and leant down, placing a chaste kiss upon her lips. Pulling away Dean smiled and shrugged off his jacket, Abby’s hand suddenly felt cold as he slipped his out to place his jacket on the soft sand below them. Dean motioned for her to sit and Abby complied sitting on the edge of his leather jacket, as Dean sat next to her. Dean sat, wiggling his toes in the sand, his hands resting on his knees, Abby slipped her arm through his, resting her head on his shoulder, watching the sun continue to fall. Dean placed a lingering kiss on the top of Abby’s forehead as she nuzzled against him.

They sat in silence, heads resting against each other until the sun had disappeared from sight. Dean lifted his head and pulled his arm from Abby’s grasp, slowly turning his body to face her, Abby frowned and looked questioningly at him. Dean slowly licked his lips and edged forwards, closing his eyes as his lips met Abby’s. Abby eased her body closer to Dean’s feeling a blanket of warmth wrap around her as he wrapped his arms around her, gently lowering her down until they lay side by side, half on Dean’s jacket, half on the sand. Abby blushed as Dean gazed into her sparkling hazel eyes, a gentle hand reaching up to brush her soft red hair out of her face. His hand lingering against her cheek, he placed another soft kiss against her lips and allowed his tongue to ask for entry. Abby parted her lips slightly, feeling Dean’s tongue run along her bottom lip, it amazed her after so long how he still always asked permission.

Dean’s head whirled with emotion, as he kissed Abby, every time he kissed her it was always like the first time, the intoxicating scent of her perfume mingled with her own amazing smell, the softness of her lips, the silkiness of her hair. “I love you.” Dean murmured quietly opening the gap between their faces slightly and losing himself in her eyes again. Abby search the emeralds in front of her and saw love and comfort within, sending comforting shivers through her.

“I love you too.” Abby responded nervously. She knew Dean loved her but he had never said the words before, the snug feeling inside her chest growing, as Dean continued to keep the eye contact, running his fingers lightly over her bare arm. Abby leant in and kissed him again, pushing him onto his back to deepen the kiss herself, feeling the safety of his arms wrap around her again.

Hours seemed to pass before Abby pulled away and rested her head against Dean’s chest listening to the steady beating of his heart. She trailed her finger along Dean’s ruffled t-shirt, deep in thought, as Dean ran his hand soothingly along her back, staring at the stars.

Dean blinked as he opened his eyes, the sun was beginning to rise behind them and Dean gasped, they’d spent all night on the beach. Glancing down he saw Abby motionless on his chest, a feeling of home washing over him, he leant up and kissed her head, gently easing her off him. He stretched as he stood up, releasing the aches and cramps that had crept over him during the night. He watch Abby sleeping peacefully on his jacket before scrawling words in the sand.

Sitting back down next to Abby he watched the Ocean crash against the rocks in the distance until he felt Abby stirring next him. Abby smiled seeing Dean’s face staring down at her and scrunched her face together removing the rest of her sleep filled daze, Dean motioned towards the sand in front of her, frowning Abby sat up and stared at the words embedded in the yellow sands. She nodded and turned to Dean, throwing her arms around him kissing him. A feeling of completion drifting over both of them.

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Sex and Cops (R18)

This post contains scenes of a sexual nature.
Adam opened his eyes sleepily and stared at the blonde lying in bed next to him. He winced as his head began to pound, the effects of last nights alcohol taking repercussions on him. Desperately trying to remember what had happened after his millionth tequila slammer, he couldn’t remember anything, no blonde, not leaving the bar, not going to bed, and not what happened before he passed out. Crawling into the bathroom he lent against the wash basin glancing into the mirror and sighed “Oh man I look like crap!” he exclaimed.
“Not to me you don’t.” came a voice from the doorway. Adam jumped. His eyes glued to the curves of the blonde’s body as she stood casually against the doorway.
“Erm S…?”
“Skyla.” she said rolling her eyes.
“Skyla, yeah, right, sorry.”
“And you’re Adam Dainty, the George Jung of the East Coast…”
“How’d you-”
“I did my research boy, just like every good cop.” Adam gulped suddenly terrified for his life, expecting Malik to burst through the door at any point and arrest his boxer clad ass “Don’t worry I’m not gonna arrest you, I’m one of the good guys, I know what you do, I know better than anyone and I’m willing to put up with it.” Skyla whispered, trailing a delicate finger down Adam’s chest. Adam gulped again, not sure what to make of the blonde throwing herself at him. “Shall we pick up where we left off last night?” she asked, her hot breath against his ear making him shiver.
“Depends where we erm, where we stopped last night.” Adam questioned, his nerves getting the better of him.
“Round about here.” Skyla replied, plunging her hand into Adam’s boxers. Adam’s eyes widened, feeling her slim fingers wrap around his every growing manhood. Skyla giggled softly against his stubbled cheek, Dean sighed happily as he felt the warm breath tingling against his skin.
“Well if we’re gonna do this we might as well do it properly.” Adam smirked and flipped Skyla down in his arms, a grin spreading across his face, Skyla bit her lip invitingly as she stared up into his sparkling green eyes, the brown flecks almost dancing with excitement. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, swiftly removing her bra with one hand as he lay her on the bed. He leant forward and ran his hand along the outside of her thigh and up the side of her silky smooth body, Adam’s eyes wandered along the curves his hand was taking, before glancing directly into Skyla’s icy blue eyes, his mouth hovering inches away from her face, Adam’s eyes flitted down towards her pink lips and back up to hold her gaze, he edged closer feeling her breath mingle with his, before Skyla raised her head and caught his lips with her own, Adam’s tongue plunged deep into her mouth, taking control. Skyla ran her nails lightly down Adam’s back as the kiss became deeper. Adam’s hands wandered over her body, sending chills through her. Skyla smirked beneath him and wrapped her arms and legs around him and throwing her weight until Adam was pinned below her. He pulled away and smiled impressed, Skyla raised her eye brows at him, leaving a warm trail of kisses along his jaw line and down his neck, gently nipping every now and again, she continued the trail of kisses over Adam’s broad chest and licked a line from navel to the waist band. Adam licked his lips in anticipation as Skyla looked up at him through her blonde curls, lifting his hips off the bed she pulled down his boxers, and nibbled her lip, contemplating, slowly she licked her tongue along the inside of Adam’s thigh and up until her mouth was hovering over his erection, she glanced up and smiled wickedly before settling her lips on the tip of his cock, letting her tongue slowly lick the tip, teasingly. Adam let out a low groan and tried to thrust himself up and deeper into Skyla’s mouth, feeling frustrated that he can’t move as Skyla pinned his hips to the bed. He groaned louder as he felt her mouth sliding downwards and hitting the back of her throat as she giggled, the vibrations from her vocal chords sending uncontrollable shivers through his body. Skyla let her tongue lick around Adam’s cock as she slid it back out. Licking her lips she began to hum a tune, sliding him back into her a mouth and letting her teeth gently slid over the soft skin, earning another pleasurable groan from the back of Adam’s throat. Feeling his cock reaching the back of her throat, Skyla swallowed quickly until she held the entirety of Adam’s manhood inside her mouth. His eyes widened as he felt her lips around the base of his cock, her tongue slowly licking up and down as she continued to hum. He’d never felt anything as good, many girls could deep throat but none with so much ease and the humming was driving him insane, he struggled to stop himself from cumming to early, savoring the feeling, as Skyla pulled away she steady him with her hand and twisted her mouth using her teeth and tongue to drive him wild. Adam’s groans were becoming more erratic and louder. Skyla smiled and stood up, casually waltzing towards the bathroom.
“Hey! Where you going? You cant leave me like this!”
“I’ll be right back stop being a baby.” Skyla winked and closed the bathroom door.
Adam huffed and threw his head back against the pillow, hitting the head board, he cursed under his breath and sat up, pulling his body up to lean against the head board and folded his arms, waiting, frustrated.
handcuffsWhen Skyla finally reappeared in the doorway he smirked, silently thanking God for her return. “Can’t have you cumming to soon this time.” Skyla giggled strolling over to the bed, Adam glared up at her and hooked his fingers around the waist band of her knickers, pulling her closer and yanking them down quickly, before pulling her onto his lap, she squealed and wriggled out of her underwear. He lent forward and pressed his lips to hers passionately, and felt Skyla melt against him. He ran his fingers through her lose blonde curls and let his fingers trail down her back until he reached the curve of ass. Sklya pulled away, flipping her hair over her shoulders as she pushed Adam back against the head board, pinning him with her forearm across his chest as she straddled him. Skyla was memorized once again by the emerald eyes, there was a true fire burning behind them. Blinking she pulled away and slid down slightly, dropping kisses along his tanned chest, running her fingers along his sides. Adam chocked back a groan as he felt her lips graze across his nipple, sliding his fingers down her back once again but this time not stopping he continued downwards and let his fingers slide underneath, Skyla gasped and raised herself more on her knees to allow Adam better access. He moaned gruffly as he felt the change in Skyla’s breathing, his fingers sliding inside her wet hole working their magic, Skyla let out a soft moan threw her head back as her body began to tingle. Adam took advantage and kissed her chest allowing his mouth to play with her pert breasts, sucking on her hard nipples. Skyla ran her hands through Adam’s ruffled locks and pulled him in closer as she moved her body down onto his fingers. Adam broke free of her hold and leaned over the side of the bed, rummaging in his jacket for his wallet and pulling out a condom. Licking his lips Adam handed it to Skyla, who took it willingly, ripped the packet open with her teeth, carefully pinched and rolled like a pro. He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her deeply. She lifted herself up off his lap and used her hands to guide herself onto him. They both gasped as she moved herself all the way down, Adam continued to groan deeply into her neck as she moved rhythmically, rocking her hips as she did so, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He dragged his nails down her back, hearing moans of pleasure coming from. Skyla leant back on her hands and continued to move in the same rhythm feeling the full extent of Adam’s excitement, brushing against her g-spot. Adam ran his hands over her curves and allowed his fingers to tease her like earlier, he watched with delight as she threw her head back moaning loudly as she sped up. Adam moved his hips in the same rhythm helping her to keep going as her body began to shake. He closed his eyes and bit his lip groaning from deep inside as he exploded. Skyla pulled herself up and rode out the after shocks of their orgasms before promptly leaving Adam a wreck on the bed. She gathered her belongings and headed into the bathroom. Adam sat slumped on the bed panting, his head still spinning in his post coital daze.
The Motel room door flung open and Adam jumped, feeling the cold breeze from outside whip over his body, glancing at the outside door he gulped “Malik?”
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Crack

I need another hit like the devil needs souls. I feel it burnin’ deep inside me. Screamin’ like a spoilt child. My body shakin’, kist in this new lucid state. My mind goin’ crazy, thoughts whirrin’ round my head, inside my skull, shoutin’ at me to take some more. My legs ache from pacin’ up and down, I feel like I’ve walked a thousand miles in the last day. My eyes are heavy from a lack of sleep catchin’ up on me, unable to rest my mind long enough to let the sandman do his job. The first twenty-four hours they said would be the hardest, my arse they are. It’s been forty-two hours and twelve minutes and I feel as though my body is about to explode, I’ve never wanted it so bad. I never thought for a minute that I’d become this addicted to the smooth white powder, but stridin’ up and down on this lino floor I guess I must be. Every muscle in my body is yearnin’ for it.lasers-zap-cocaine-660

It’s not such a big deal is it?

I mean it’s not much different to a workin’ mother needin’ her mornin’ cup of coffee and one every two hours after to keep her goin’ through the day, is it? Nah course it isn’t. So why am I here? Why is my body yellin’ and shakin’ and my head poundin’ for it? Why am I longin’ to have that thin white line in front of me, my finger poised over my nose? Surely a coffee addict feels the same when they don’t get a hit, so why aren’t they in here? Why aren’t they made to sit in a circle and identify themselves, ‘Hello I’m Karen Walker I am a coffeeholic’ and everybody claps.

It’s all bullshit that’s what it is.

No one will ever understand why I did it, why I started it in the first place, why I’m now addicted to it. Yes I spent my teens smokin’ dope and takin’ acid to have a good time but all teens do it don’t they? So what I sniff a little crack now and again. Ok maybe a little more than that but it’s not like I’m injectin’ heroine, I’m not actually killin’ myself any more than smokin’ a fag. That’s what irritates me.

It makes me feel so alive, my brain actually works, and it all makes sense. The voices inside that are now screamin’ to be let out are silent. What is so wrong with puttin’ the voices to rest, to stop myself failin’ and make somethin’ of my self.

Why is my body stll in pain, cold pain that runs through my veins. Why won’t the voices in my head just SHUT UP! I can’t take this anymore. Me doing cocaine is no different from a fat girl on a diet chowin’ down on a full fat double choc chip muffin, it’s a release, it’s enjoyment. The feel of it as it enters my blood stream is  like nothin’ on earth, it’s like warm coffee on a cold day runnin’ through your body.

Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!

I slam my fist into the white washed walls, puncturin’ the plaster, I feel a sense of release and laugh. Is this what my life has come down to? Bein’ locked in a room with only a bed and a bog? What happened to comfortable livin’? I’ll tell you what rehab is nothin’ like they make it out to be on TV. Although I was told I would be moved after the incubation period. What a pile of fuckin’ crap, incubation period? What’s that suppose to even mean? Lock you in a white room with nothin’? Is that what they do to drive you insane? ‘Cause I sure feel like I’m goin’ insane. My mind is restless I feel like I’m on a never-ending rollercoaster at a hundred miles an hour.

I want out. Out of this skin. Out of this life. I want out of it all.

But it’s all her fault. She drove me to it, whinin’ at me, drivin’ me to do better, to make the best of my life. What the fuck does she know?

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To Love Again

Dean rested his head against the hospital wall as he hung up. There was no denying that it was his fault, he’d shouted at her and driven her away that morning. If he hadn’t she would have been in work instead of driving like a maniac. Turning slowly he headed back towards Aimee’s bed wondering what more he could do.

He hadn’t been to the hospital since his dad died, little over three years ago. He had walked these same corridors. The grief of that day had never left him. He had brushed his emotions under the antique child’s rug in his mind so he could be strong for his baby brother.

It was dusk when the call came. Dean was getting ready to head home, when the sound of the phone shook him from his daydream. He dropped the receiver at the voice on the other line.

Sam sat jiggling his legs on a plastic waiting room chair as Dean’s heavy footsteps echoed around the corridors. It felt like days had passed since their father had been wheeled off to the OR. The doctors hadn’t been forthcoming with the details of their fathers’ condition, only that it was critical.

“Did you know my great-great-grandpappy fought the measles? Yup, there’s been a Colt on the force ever since my ancestors came up on the umbilical cord.” Dean said, Sam rolled his eyes.

“Come on, get it together, old boy. I know, I’ll try to forget about it. You know, I actually feel a little better. I don’t even remember why I was so upset.”

“Spongebob? Seriously dude.”

“What?”

“The Hoff?”

“The Hoff is the man.”

“Damn straight.”

Hovering in the doorway of Aimee’s room, Dean watched her still body, the beeping of the heart monitor ringing in his ears. He sat on the edge of her bed and took her slender hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles in time with the machinery.

“Hey sweetheart,” he spoke softly, his voice almost broken “the docs say you can hear me, although I’m not convinced, but then again, when was I ever convinced by doctors? I’m sorry about this morning. I know I’m an asshole sometimes but that’s my prerogative.” His voice cracked as the tears began to roll down his cheeks “You might have noticed that I’m not big on the open sharing business, normally I’d get drunk and smash things up to let it out, the dumb way I know. Not this time. I didn’t mean to lose it with you. I guess I’m just scared, scared of someone else I love walking away from me. I have to ask you something and you know how impatient I am so hurry up and wake up baby. Please?”

He gulped and looked up at her face, then leaned in letting his lips linger on her damp forehead. Sitting back again he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough,” Sam replied “I’m sorry. You should’ve come and spoken to me, I would have understood.”

“I know, but my problems are mine.”

“And my problems are yours too?”

“Yeah. It’s called being a big brother.”

“You really are dumb sometimes.”

“Whatever. Where’s Sarah?”

“Getting us a coffee.” Sam smiled.

“Do you want Dad’s music collection?” Dean asked.

“Yes I want it so I can feel my ears bleeding every time I put a song on.”

“Alright Jenna no need for the sarcasm.”

“Well Matt we can‘t all like the softer side of Sears.”

“What are you on dude? Seriously. That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Yeah it does. Well it did in my head. You ever think the girls make us watch too many chick flicks?”

“Always. How you getting on with the closet?”

“I think there’s stuff in here that belonged to Fred Flintstone.” Sam coughed.

“Dad has a bowling ball? Dad wouldn’t even take us bowling as kids.”

“Would appear so. I guess there was some stuff he wanted to forget.” Sam replied holding up a wedding album with the names John and Sandy engraved on it.

“Sandy? Who the hell?” Dean asked dropping the bowling ball and snatching the album “June thirteenth nineteen-seventy-six huh? Dad was married to Mom before I was born like three years after that.” his brow creased as he stared at the women on his father’s arm.

“There’s a pile of papers in a box somewhere I didn’t go through maybe there’s something in there.”

The boys sat in silence going through the dusty box of papers; medical records, school certificates, love letters from High School.

“Here look, Sandra Winchester died July tenth nineteen-seventy-six, cause of death was cancer – ouch. Poor women.” Dean read.

Sam watched as Dean sat on Aimee’s bed occasionally stroking her cheek; their fingers locked together. He could see the love in Dean’s eyes. Glancing at Sarah as she lay curled asleep on a chair, Sam felt a surge of affection for his own girlfriend. She’d had been a rock to him since Jess had left him and then his father dying. “Dean?” he said

“Yeah?”

“Come on lets go for a walk. The fresh air will do you good.”

“No I’m cool thanks.” Dean replied his eyes never leaving Aimee’s face.

“Come on.”

“I’m not going anywhere until she wakes up.”

“Nothing’s going to happen while you’re away. I promise.”

“How can you promise Sam? How does she know she has anything to live for anymore? She was leaving me when this happened.”

“Ok, Mr Ego, calm down. Just come with me and we’ll go for a walk, get some coffee and come back and sit with her till Sarah wakes up.”

“Fine, whatever.” Dean’s face softened as he leant into Aimee and kissed her tenderly on the forehead “I’ll be back soon baby, don’t you dare go anywhere.” They walked in silence until they sat down on a bench outside the hospital. The air was bitter, despite the fact it was spring.

“I’m gonna ask you something now and I want the truth. Why do you never open up to anyone?”

“I‘m not having this conversation with you.” Dean ran his hand wearily over his face.

“Yes you are because it needs to be dealt with. Whatever is eating away at you needs to be fixed before you do something rash.”

“I’ve never told anyone anything apart from Mom when I was younger and that was dumb stuff like nightmares and kids picking on me in the playground.”

“You have to deal with your feelings not put them in S.S.D.D. and throw away the key. I know you think you have to protect me twenty four seven but I’m a big boy now, I can look after myself.”

“Nice weather we‘ve been having.” Dean twiddled the ring on his right hand.

“You’re just a just a fucked up girl looking for her own piece of mind.”

“Dude!” Dean frowned.

“Just tell me what the hell is wrong.”

“Led Zepplin are going on tour.”

“Clementine.” Sam muttered.

“I am not a psychotic ginger English chick.”

“That’s starting to be debatable with the amount of pouting you have been doing lately. What is it? Is it to do with Dad? Mom? Hell I don’t know, the girl from sixth grade who kneed you in the groin when you pulled her pigtails?”

“Do you think they sell lasagne in the canteen?”

“You’re probably gonna hit me right now but have you considered getting help?”

“Help?”

“Like a therapist? Dad’s been dead over three years and you still haven’t been to his grave and you never talk about him its almost like you’ve forgotten him.”

Dean glared at his brother.

“You think I’ve forgotten my own father? I still go to ring him when I need advice on a car or what to buy Aimee as a present or to go for a beer with. I know he‘s gone, but in here” he tapped his chest “he’s alive and I don’t want to lose that feeling.”

“Dad will always live on inside us. You have to learn to deal.”

“I am dealing! In my own way.”

“The practically suicidal way that is .”

“Don’t give me that psychoanalytical bullshit Sam. I’m not as dumb as you think I am.”

“I never said you were. I just wanna help you.”

“Then help by leaving me the hell alone!” Dean stood and stormed back towards Aimee’s room.

As the morning sun shone through the slats in the hospital blinds, Dean began to stir. He’d spent the last few hours sitting on an uncomfortable chair, slumped over the edge of Aimee’s bed, their fingers entwined. He ran his hand over his face in an attempt to wake himself up. “I’ll be back soon baby, I need caffeine.” he muttered kissing her cheek, he stepped back quickly examining her face, unsure whether he felt her move or not beneath him. “Aimee? Aimee? Sweetheart talk to me.” her eyes fluttered open then dropped shut. The horrendous sound of the heart monitor holding a continuous note followed. “Aimee?” the door was suddenly thrown open and nurses pushed in, one of them grabbing Dean, pulling him away. As he realised what was happening, he tried to call out but nothing passed his vocal cords.

Sam’s mind was deeply in thought as lay awake bed, the idea of his family losing someone else was putting a strain on him, the memories of losing his Mom and Dad were still firmly imbedded in his mind. Jess and Dean were all he had at one point. Jess left too. Now there was the four of them, the thought of losing Aimee was unbearable for him too, she had become a sister to him.

“Do you think we should go back to the hospital?” Sam asked sleepily as he lay in bed, Sarah pulled in tight next to him, her head resting on his chest.

“I think we’re best giving Dean some space, he’s got a lot to deal with. I don’t think he’d appreciate us being there.” Sarah replied trailing her finger over Sam’s stomach.

“Mmm. I‘ve just got a feeling.”

“He’ll ring if there’s any news.”

“Yeah. I know it’s just,” Sam hesitated “it’s just that I know what its like to lose someone you’re that close to and he was the only one there for me when it happened. I feel like I should be there for him.” Sarah gazed up in astonishment at Sam’s words.

Sam stared into space, as Dean continued to ramble on about nothing of importance. “Sam? Sammy? Are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then what did I just say?”

“I’m sorry that people are so jealous of me… but I can’t help it that I’m so popular.”

“Guess again Gretchen. I actually said it’s time you got out there again, there’s a chick over there giving you the eye.”

“Jess has been gone less then a week and already you’re trying to pimp me out to some bimbo.”

“Well if you’d rather do Sarah just say the word.”

“Dean seriously, I’ve known Sarah my whole life.”

“I know, ever since she made you cry in Kindergarten. I’m telling you though she wants you.”

“What?”

“Why else do you think she’s been hanging out with you day in day out? She‘s like Donkey and you’re Shrek. ”

“Um because my girlfriend just left me and she’s a good friend and you’re a jerk.”

“Bitch.”

Sarah jumped as she heard a tapping on the door, “Sarah? Baby? What’s wrong?” She quietly opened the door,
“If you don’t know what’s wrong Samuel then don’t bother.” Sarah snapped slamming the door in his face.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry I’m just worried. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Well you’re gonna have to start thinking! And being more sensitive, my emotions are gonna be sky high for the next eight months so you better learn to deal with it!” Sarah pouted opening the door.

“I know baby I’m sorry.” he leaned down and kissed her.

“You know I was thinking.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Yeah it did actually.” Sarah smiled “How about we name the baby after your Mom or Dad?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously, I mean they aren’t bad names and what a better way to remember them by?” Sam smiled and dropped a kiss on her head.

Dean cradled Aimee, her cold body in his arms as he sobbed into her hair. The nurse continued checking the monitors attached to Aimee‘s body, scribbling every now and then onto a chart. It had been two hours since she had been resuscitated and she wasn’t showing any signs of improvement. “Mr Winchester?” the nurse said softly “Would you like a drink or anything?” Dean lifted his head and stared blankly “Anything at all.” he shook his head wiping his tears away with his sleeve.

“Can you call my brother for me?”

“No problem.” the nurse smiled “I’ll leave you alone for a while.” his gaze returning to Aimee. He rested his head in the crook of her neck and fell asleep.

Sam motioned to Sarah to be quiet as he lingered in the doorway of Aimee’s room. Dean was still asleep, draped over her body, when they arrived. Sarah gathered the blanket up and pulled it over Dean, being careful not to wake him. “He really does love her doesn’t he.” She sighed sitting in the chair near the window.

“Yeah. When we were teenagers he told me love didn’t exist and that it was just something to say to get your way with chicks, I told him he’d fall for someone one day and he just laughed at me. I’m glad he’s found someone to make him happy.” Sam leaned against the door frame frustration building inside him. Usually he knew how to say the right thing, but the words just didn’t seem to be flowing. He prayed for Aimee to wake.

It was late afternoon when Dean finally stirred, every muscle in his body groaned as he stretched awkwardly. “Morning sunshine.” Sam chirped.

“Hey,” Dean frowned “Where’s Donkey? And why are you here?”

“Work and you got the nurse to ring me. Thought I’d stay with you in case anything happened. How you feeling?”

“Shit.” Dean hung his head in his hands, fighting back the tears.

“The nurse came to check on her a little while ago, said she was doing better.” Dean nodded silently, turning into Sam. He wrapped his arms protectively around his brother, holding him while his body shook with sobs.

“I feel so useless. Nothing’s gonna make this better. Not even Jim, Jack and José.”

“I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere, even if you don’t wanna talk we’ll just sit and wait. Ok?”

“Man I feel like I just stepped into a chick flick big time.” Dean shook his head and rubbed is eyes.

“Dude it doesn’t make you any less of a man to cry or be hugged by your brother.” Sam said, “But seriously dude when was the last time you showered? You smell bad enough to knock someone out.”

“Thank you Sasquatch, you sure know how to make a guy feel better.”

Dean scuffed his toe against the grass, he’s clean jeans already dirty from the grass “So Dad, how you been? Sorry I haven’t been to see you. Been busy the last three years. Man I could do with a beer. Do you get hangovers up there?” Dean shook his head not believing he was doing this. “So um anyway dunno if you’ve been keeping tabs on me and Sammy but things are kinda messed up right now. Dad I’ve never asked for anything from you but please can you help Aimee, I can’t lose somebody else. I feel so dumb I’m talking to a slab of stone. Give Mom my love and I’ll see you soon.” Dean kept his eyes low as he trudged back towards his car.

Sam waited anxiously at the entrance of the hospital, breathing a sigh of relief as Dean came into sight. “What took you so long?”

“Didn’t know you’d miss me so much.” Dean smiled “I went to see Dad.” Sam stared at him thoughtfully.

“Aimee’s awake. You went to see Dad?”

“How do you mean she’s awake?”

“She’s sitting up and bossing me around waiting to tear a chunk out of you.”

“Thanks dad.” Dean muttered under his breath.

He smiled as he entered Aimee’s room, he felt relieved to see her bright eyes, despite her pale complexion, he couldn’t believe how much better she looked after having the tubes removed.

“Hey, trust you to wake up the one time I leave.”

“Hey.”

“How you feeling?”

“Like I’ve just been hit with a 1967 Impala. You?” she teased.

“That hurt. Do you still love me?”

“Only if you grovel enough.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it, not a word of it.” Dean rambled, parking himself on the edge of the hospital bed “I was tired and stressed and I didn’t want to give anything away. I’m so sorry baby, you have no idea how bad I feel. Sam‘s right I am Clementine. I want to get over that and move forward.”

He sighed heavily before continuing “I want to ask you something,” he gulped nervously “you don’t have to give me an answer right away and don’t say anything until I’ve finished. I was gonna ask you before all this happened. I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know we’ll have problems in the future, what couple doesn’t? But I know we can get through them. I want to wake up next to you everyday for the rest of my life, I want to grow old with you, I want you to be the mother of my children, I want to be with you in everyway you’ll allow me to be, because if you aren’t there I truthfully don’t think I can go on.” he reached inside his jacket and pulled out the turquoise box.

“Will you do me the honour of being my wife?” she looked at the box and then at Dean, her mind whirring, trying to take it all in.

“I honestly don’t know Dean, I need to think about it, after everything that’s happened I need to take a good long look at my life and work out what I really want.”

“Ok. No problem.” he promptly stood up kissed her briefly on the cheek, dropped the box on the bed and left, his heart breaking as he walked down the bleak hospital corridors, into the pouring rain.

Aimee knew what she said was true. They had argued, she nearly died and now he was proposing? It didn’t seem right, almost like he was making up for something. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander into the future, wondering whether Dean would be there or not.

Dean lay slumped on the sofa, a glass and a bottle of Jack on the floor. His heart seemed to no longer exist. Grabbing the nearly empty bottle of Jack he downed the rest of the contents. Slamming his head into the cushion he held his breath, not knowing if he could ever let go. His head began to feel light and his chest tighten as it screamed to be released, he ignored it all, just wanting to drift into sleep and never wake up.

He was unsure how much time had passed when the heavy beat of ACDC woke him up, he answered the call, “Hello?” his voice was gruff and lethargic as he turned his head away from the cushion, squinting at the brightness in the room.

“Thank God dude! I was about ready to call the cops on your ass.” Sam said. “I’ve been trying to get hold of you since yesterday afternoon. Where’ve you been?”

“Drowning my sorrows and trying to kill myself. You?”

“What?!”

“Don’t do that, you sound like a girl dude.” he ran his hand over his face and sniffed feeling the effects of the whiskey taking on the form of suicidal Lemmings inside his head.

“What do you mean you’ve been trying to kill yourself? Will you get a grip please.”

“I have a grip and its on the other side. Deal with it.”

“Dean!” Sam grinded his teeth, “Aimee wants to see you.”

“Oh yay, she can turn me down again.” he sighed disconnectedly “Later dude.” throwing his phone on the couch next to him and collapsing back.

Sam wrinkled his nose at the stench as he stepped inside Dean’s house.

“Seriously dude how much did you drink last night?”

“Not enough. I’m still alive and hanging my head in the toilet.”

“If you say so. Come on dude get up off the floor, get in the shower and for Christ’s sake brush your teeth.”

Dean grunted as he heaved his body off the floor “Once you’ve done that and got some caffeine down your neck I’ll drive you to the hospital.” Dean dropped back to the floor. “Why are you acting like such a self sacrificing jerk?”

“Because the pathway told me too.”

“So next you’re gonna cut your own tongue out?”

“May as well, that’s what got me here in the first place.”

“Get over yourself seriously dude. So she said no, fucking talk to her and sort it out. Stop being a whiney little bitch.”

“I just don’t know what to do. It’s like I am stuck between two right decisions.” Aimee sighed.

“How do you mean?” Sarah frowned.

“Ok put it like this if Sam proposed but you did nothing fight all the time because he was always in the dumb garage and you felt like he didn’t care about you anymore yet when you think about the future you can’t imagine it without him. What would you do?”

“If I couldn’t imagine my future without him I’d try and sort it out. Maybe marriage isn’t the right direction but at least try and sort something out.”

“I’ve pictured my proposal so many times and this is definitely not how I envisioned it. Maybe if he’d done it differently I’d of said yes.”

“Well you’ll never know sweetie but you need to make the boy talk otherwise you’ll end up drifting apart.”

Dean paused outside Aimee’s room, his mind still foggy from the consumption of alcohol. Sam had dragged his ass down to the hospital and even put the child lock on the door so he couldn’t escape at the lights, much to his disappointment. He sighed heavily before opening the door to her room,

“Hey.”

“Hey, come sit.” she beamed.

“I’d rather stand.”

“Ok suit yourself.” The room fell into stony silence as Dean avoided eye contact. “Dean look I want to sort this out. I know you hate talking but we need to discuss certain things.”

“You obviously don’t love me anymore. What more is there to discuss?”

“I never said I didn’t love you. I said I didn’t want to marry you.”

“What’s the difference?”

“There’s a big difference. I do love you I just don’t think we’re ready to get married. Maybe one day down the line yes but right now no. There’s too many creases in our relationship to take that step.”

“Then what the hell do you want from me?”

“I want you to talk to me.”

“That’s all anyone ever seems want me to do these days.”

“Because you never do. I want to sort this out and if you‘re not willing to then maybe we should just end it now.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Is it what you want?”

“Don’t turn it round on me when you’re the one who said it in the first place.”

“You are so pig headed sometimes Dean, why can’t you grow up and realise that you have to learn to work at a relationship? There’s more to it then crawling into bed drunk at two in the morning and kissing me on the cheek before you leave for work in the morning!”

“No shit Aimee.”

“Stop being a son of a bitch.”

“Stop being a whiny complaining bitch.”

“I am not whiny or complaining I’m trying to fix our relationship which you obviously don’t want to fix.”

“No obviously I don’t which is why I’m stood right here after you turned me down, after I opened up to you.”

“Opened up to me? You spun me a load of lines that you thought I’d want to hear. Not once in our relationship have you ever suggested you wanted any of those things.”

“Exactly I opened up. I told you what I wanted and how I feel and you said no to the lot of it.”

“Because I need you to show me that you want it not just say it after I nearly died, which was partly your fault.”

“My fault? How the hell was you driving like a maniac my fault?”

“You made me mad in the first place.”

“And I apologised for that. You think I enjoy arguing with you twenty-four-seven?”

“You do a pretty good job of it so I don’t see why the hell not.”

“You are impossible do you know that.” Dean sighed perching on the edge of Aimee’s bed.

“I’m impossible? You’re the one who won’t talk.”

“Because I don’t want to sound like an idiot.”

“For crying out loud, you’d never sound like an idiot to me because I love you.” Aimee smiled placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I do love you and I’m sorry if you don’t think I show it enough, I just don’t know how. Sam’s always been the soppy one.” She ran her hand through his hair, playing with the short strands at the top of his neck “I’d never been in love with some one until I met you. I never thought it would happen, hell you’re my first proper relationship, I’m still kinda in the dark on all this stuff.”

“You did well until about six months ago. You showed me affection, you took me out, we did things together, you came home for dinner. Yeah we fought but not like we do now.”

“Six months ago I realised I depended on you for everything and it scared me. I’ve not depended on anyone but myself in a long time. I guess its just a defence mechanism for me. To push you away before you leave too.”

“Then why ask me to marry you if you thought I was going to leave?”
“Because I can’t live without you. That without you in my life I no longer had any meaning. Sam has Sarah now, he doesn’t need me watching his back anymore.”

“Sam will always need you. He may be with Sarah but you’ll always be his short big brother.”

“I’ve fucked up big style haven’t I?”

“Not quite, but we can fix it, it’ll take time but we will fix this. Fix us.” Dean turned and faced her, kissing her softly.

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Live and Let Die

“What the hell do you want from me?” I spit the words out and throw them across the room, as I see the steam being released from my fathers ears.

“For you to do what you’re told.” he replies through gritted teeth.

“I’m sixteen dad you can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“While you live under this roof you will do as I say.” I was waiting for that line and storm towards the backdoor, still feeling his eyes burning into my back as I slam the door behind me.

“Ah shit, I forgot my shoes again.” ignoring the cold concrete slabs beneath my feet, I head for to the diner on Main Street, he knows I’ll go there but I don’t care. I need to calm down forget that I’m having the same argument I’ve had with him a million and one times before. I do not want to go to school to be an accountant, I hate math. Why should it matter to him what I study, surely he should just be proud of me in whatever I do.

I order a strawberry milkshake as I slide into a battered booth, scanning the diner for Scott.

“Hey buddy, large strawberry.” he slides the shake to me as he sits opposite me “Bad day?”

“Dad.”

“College argument?”

“Yep.”

“You up for shooting hoops later? We can pretend the back board is your dad’s head.”
“Sounds like a plan Scottie boy.” I watch as Scott heads back to work. I’ve lived in this dead end town for three years and Scott is the only person who ever took the time to get to know me; despite the two year age gap, he’s grown to be like a brother to me and I’m grateful, he really is my saving grace. He’s never bothered to question the things I do or why I go missing for days on end.

I never wanted to move to Florida in the first place, I was happy enough being back in England, I’d made new friends and then out of the blue dad up and moves us to Florida. Slurping the dregs of my milkshake and throw five bucks on the table and leave, saluting Scott.

The sand is still warm as the sun sets behind the bustling city of Tampa, sending the sky into a orange cloud of haze. I stand staring out to sea as the waves lap at my legs, my mind wandering back to home. Not where dad says we should be or England but my true home. California. It seems a million miles away, and my chest aches with longing to be back there. To feel at home and loved yet still be a stranger. To have soft grass beneath my feet rather than prickly heat dried grass. To have warmth and not humidity. To walk the surfers sidewalk of fame. The tears spring into my eyes out of nowhere as I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder. Instinctively I turned into his chest and sobbed as Scott rested his chin on my head.

“Ok spudnik enough with the tears, we have hoops to shoot followed by ice cream.” I pout. “I know its not Cold Stone but it’ll have to do.”

“Can I have sprinkles though?”

“You can have anything you want.” Scott said, as we stroll towards the park and he hands me a pair of thongs.

As the evening draws to a close we say are goodbyes and part for home. I sigh trying to keep calm as I reach home. The door buzzes as I go in. Dad is waiting in the kitchen belt on the breakfast bar. I close my eyes and let it happen.

As my eyes flutter open against the morning sun pouring in through the open window I wince. Carefully crawling out of bed and holding by side I stand in front of the full length mirror admiring the new semi permanent tattoo on my rib cage, reaching for my phone I text Scott and tell him I’m ill. I climb back into bed and wish the world would close in around me.

My phone vibrates, it’s seven and Scott’s finished work, he doesn’t care if I’m ill he wants to see me. I try and put him off, I don’t need anymore arguments. There’s a tapping on my window and slowly I open it to let him, knowing that if dad finds him last night will be repeated.

“You don’t look very ill to me.” Scott frowns as I climb back under my covers, biting my lip at the pain.

“Well I feel like crap.”

“Spit it out. What’s really wrong?”

“Nothing, just feel a little under the weather.” Scott descends on the bed, knocking against my side “Ow! Jackass!”

“I barely touched you.” We sit in stony silence for a while “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’ve told you nothing, I just wanna be left alone.”

“There’s more to it then that come on spill, or I start tickling.” he threatens. I slowly lift up my top and watch as his jaw hit’s the floor.

The house was still as I stand hunched over the bathroom sink. One… two… three… I count, fourteen… fifteen… there’s a letter addressed to Scott on my bedside table apologising and explaining why I can’t go through this anymore. Twenty. I crawl into bed and wait, my stomach cramps unbearably but I know it’ll soon fade as my mind is drawn further into the darkness.

goodbye

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Coffee Cups and Angel Faces

I had spent the last few months in a daze, mesmerized by the sight of her. A glance from the stage and beyond all the spotlights and there she was. A vision of what I can only describe as an angel sent from hell. Her image was burned into my brain and nothing I did could scrub it clean. I felt like I was going out of my mind. Every day she was there, among the crowd, standing alone as if no one else was in the room but her.

Glancing down at the coffee table I was hunched over I searched for my keys among the rubble of discarded lyric sheets and coffee mugs. Snatching the keys from under a screwed up sheet and bit my bottom lip and rethought my actions. Shrugging I grabbed my leather jacket and left the house.

The night sky was lit up like an astrologers paradise as I slipped into the drivers seat of my Camero and sped away from the quaint English countryside towards bustling London. The wheels screeched as I stopped outside the entrance of my studio. The car door barely slamming shut as I punched the entry code into the door.

“Alright Fred.” I nodded as I reached reception “Max still ‘ere?”

“Yes sir, he’s in his office.” the security guard answered, his brows knitting together in confusion.

“Cheers mate. See ya laters.” I called back as I took the stairs two at a time.

“Morgan, what are you doing here?” Max demanded as I burst into the production office on the 12th floor.

I opened my mouth to speak but was too breathless to speak.

“Well? You’re suppose to be on full R and R after your recent behaviour.”

“That video… the one… the one from Fri… day I need… to… see it..,”

“What for?”

“Just do!”

“Ok, ok, keep your panties on.”

Sighing I poured myself a cup of cold coffee and fell onto the sofa as Max played with the buttons on the control desk. The plasma screen lowered agonizingly.

“Here it is, looks good from what I’ve seen.” Max commented hitting play.

“Yeah, yeah just be quiet will ya.” I snapped sitting forward on the sofa. I studied the screen like hawk for the next half an hour as crowds of girls filled the screen, scanning each and everyone them. “Stop! There! That’s her!” I bounced “Back it up a few frames. There,” I pointed, “the girl with the blonde ringlets and bracelet with the pad lock on.”

Max swung his chair round and studied the screen more closely. “What is it with you and that girl?”

“I have no idea.” I said standing up and taking control of the desk. I skipped forward a few minutes until the camera panned back to the same area of crowd “When the camera goes back she’s gone, like always. I need you to find me that girl.”

“How?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care, I have to see her again.” I said skipping the tape back to her, stepping forward I drank in every part of the strangers face. “Just find her.”

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