Happy New Year!

Today is December 31st, 2008. In less then 12 hours 2008 will give way to 2009. Where has the year gone? Was it good? Was it bad? Should it be forgotten? Or remembered so mistakes are not repeated and triumphs are not forgotten. No one can answer that but yourself so, here is to the old and to the new. May the new be better then the old. May mistakes not be repeated and may lives carry on regardless of those mistakes.

~Arie

Merry Christmas boys

This is a Christmas fic I'm working on. Updates will be added directly to this post so please check back.

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Dean sat on the hood of the Impala nursing the last of his beer. His booted feet resting on the front bumper as he unconsciously rubbed his hand over the left headlight. He glanced at the hotel room door and sighed. He really should get some sleep but he couldn’t close his eyes; not just yet. After he spilled his guts to Sam about Hell, he hadn’t been sleeping much. The dreams were getting worse and he just didn’t want to relive that every night. Draining the last of his beer, he tossed the bottle into the dumpster along with the other five he’d consumed. Hearing the crash of broken glass, he huffed quietly and hung his head.

“Nice shot.”

Dean jumped off the Impala, his hand going to the grip of his 9mm as he whirled around and came face to face with Castiel. Exhaling loudly, he licked his lips and shook his head. “I’m going to buy you a bell. It’s not polite to sneak up on people like that.” He returned to his place on the hood of his car and stared at the ground again. “What do you want Cas.” It was more a statement then a question. He wasn’t in the mood for much of anything.

“You told him….about your time in Hell.” Castiel sat on the hood next to Dean but at a respectful distance. He interlaced his fingers and rested his elbows on his knees. Glancing to his left, he could see the pain on Dean’s face, the way his shoulders sagged and the unshed tears that threatened to betray him.

Running a hand over his face and taking a deep breath, Dean nodded. “Yeah I told him. I just couldn’t keep it in anymore ya know? Not after Alastair….” He let his voice trail off as he again stared at the ground. Turning his head to the right, he raised his eyebrows and licked his bottom lip, slowly running his top teeth over it. “What do you want Cas? You and Uriel have been scarce the past few weeks and here you are all of a sudden.”

Blue eyes met green in a mini staring contest that neither was willing to be the first to look away. “It’s almost Christmas.”

Dean laughed and slowly slid off the Impala and began to pace in front of it. “You’re kidding me right. You came here to tell me something I already knew.” Running a hand thru his spiky hair, he turned and stood in front of Castiel. “What. Do. You. Want.” Each word was spoken slowly and carefully but the anger was rising with each one.

Castiel simply looked at Dean, his head tilted slightly to the side. After a few minutes, he stood up and walked over to Dean. Standing as close as he could get without touching him, he smirked at the unease that crept over his face and into his eyes. “Merry Christmas, Dean.”

Before Dean could react or say anything, Castiel brought up his hand and touched Dean on the forehead with two fingers. Catching the sleeping hunter easily, the angel carried him to the Impala and settled him behind the steering wheel as if he weighed no more than a babe. Closing the car door as quietly as he could, Castiel looked down at Dean and sighed. “Maybe this will help you.” Turning to the hotel room door, Castiel blinked and he was standing next to the sleeping form of Sam Winchester. The young hunter was sleeping soundly but maybe not peacefully. His eyes darted back and forth behind closed lids and his forehead furrowed as jaw muscles twitched under the skin as if alive.

Fingers hovered just over Sam’s forehead as if the angel was afraid to touch the boy with the demon blood. In truth maybe he still was…..just a little. Slowly, he lowered his hand and touched his forehead. The hunter relaxed immediately under the angels touch as a sigh left his lips. “Maybe this will help both of you.” With a slight breeze and the distant sound of fluttering wings, Castiel was gone.



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The sunlight was annoying and the man tried desperately to roll away from it but he was stopped by another body. Freezing where he was, Dean slowly opened his eyes and glanced around. He was not in the hotel. Shit. Slowly, he turned his head and came face to face with a very large and very hairy Saint Bernard. “Nice Cujo. Good doggy” He cajoled as he slid his hand under the pillow to grab his Bowie but found nothing; his Bowie was gone. [I] Damn it [/I] he thought. No sooner had his hand re-emerged then the dog was on him. Dinner plate sized paws held him down as the dog gave him the tongue lashing of his life. Dean was sure he was going to drown.

“SAM!” He yelled while trying to not get French kissed by the brute. “SAM!” He yelled louder this time as the dog did its best to crawl on top of him. From behind the dog, Dean heard the bedroom door crash against the wall.

“No Scooby! No! You know you’re not allowed in here when Dad is sleeping.” The voice belonged to a young boy. Dean felt the mattress give as he climbed on the bed and pulled the beast off him. “Sorry Dad.” With one last slobber, the dog jumped down and followed the boy out of the room. “I’ll tell Mom you’re up.” The door slammed shut before he could even move.

[B] DAD [/B]. Dean grabbed the blanket and wiped his face and neck free of the dog slobber. Gross. [B] MOM[/B] He sat bolt upright as his heart began to pound so hard he thought it would break free of his ribs. What the hell was going on? Dean reached to his left for his cell phone but stopped as it hovered in mid air. There was a ring on his left hand; on his ring finger. His breathing increased as he slowly brought his hand closer to inspect the ring. His heart hitched as recognition kicked in. It was his father’s wedding ring.

The ringing of his cell phone had him on his feet before he even realized it. The blanket pooled at his bare feet as he stared at the phone as if it had come to life. Muse’s Super Massive Black Hole sounded again before he grabbed the phone and checked the caller id, it was Sam. Flipping open the phone, Dean sighed in relief. “Dude! What the hell is going on?” The same phrase echoed in his ear.

“Where are you? I woke up and I’m not in the hotel and you weren’t here.” Sam was sounding a bit panicked.

Dean sat down heavily on the bed and sighed. “I have no idea where I am. Someone’s house evidently, mine I think. Apparently, I have a dog named Scooby.” He smirked and chuckled. “Wonder if my wife is Daphne.”

“WIFE?!” Sam yelled in his ear. “Dude what the hell?!”

“Calm down Sam will ya?” Dean began before he was interrupted by Sam.
“Uhh Dean, I have one of those too….and more.” Dean heard his voice break with emotion.

Taking a deep breath, Dean stood up and began to pace the room. “Alright Sam listen up. You do some lookin’ around on your end and I’ll do the same here. Keep your phone with you and we’ll meet up in a little while, ok?” There was silence on the other end and it was beginning to unnerve him. “Sam….SAM!” He called louder into the phone.

“Yeah man….I’m here. Meet up later…got it.” Dean could hear the softness in his voice and before he could ask him what was going on, Sam had hung up. “Great. Just freaking wonderful.” He tossed the phone on the bed and ran his hands thru his hair and scrubbed at his face. The door opened behind him and he whirled around to face whomever or whatever had entered.

The woman walked in and shut the door behind her. She smiled at him and he felt his heart clench in his chest. As she walked closer, her eyes glanced down then back up to his face. “Why Dean Winchester are you happy to see me or are you happy to see me.” She stopped just a few feet in front of him and crossed her arms over her chest grinning.

Dean glanced down and saw that he was stark naked and apparently very happy to see her. Rightfully so he had to admit. She had long black hair that fell to the middle of her back. Her eyes were hazel and they sparkled when she smiled. Oh that smile. The sun that shone thru the window was nothing compared to the light that came from that smile. She was just tall enough that she’d have to get on tip toes to kiss him.

“Dean? Honey? Are you ok?” Her voice pulled him from his thoughts and he shook his head quickly. She had a hand on his left shoulder and he pulled away quickly and looked down at it. The hand print, Cas’s hand print was gone. What the hell was going on? Where was he…better yet….[B] WHEN [/B] was he?

Rubbing his shoulder, he smiled at her and nodded. “Yeah…I’m great. Drowning in my….in bed isn’t the best way to start the day.” He bent down to pick up a robe from the end of the bed and put it on. There went that mood.

She looked at him for a minute then nodded, clearly not convinced. “You know that dog won’t let you sleep in. He knows how to open the bedroom door. Anything short of locking him outside is the only thing that keeps him outta here. You know that. Besides, the kids would have a fit if you did that.” Closing the distance between them, she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Morning hot stuff.” She whispered against his cheek.

His eyes closed as he inhaled the scent of her hair; cucumber/melon, it was her favorite. Pulling back quickly, he frowned. How did he know that? He backed up a few steps and swallowed. “I need a shower and get dressed.” He looked around and found the bathroom door. Walking away quickly he closed the door behind him and leaned against it. “What have you done Cas?”

“You better hurry up in there! Sam and Mindy are gonna be here soon.” He heard his….wife call from the other side of the door. [B] Mindy [/B]? Dean turned the shower on and let the robe fall to the floor as she continued to talk. He could hear drawers opening and closing and in the distance Scooby barked. He looked at his watch; 8:30am, and laughed. Mail is right on time. He stopped soaping his body shook his head. This was getting weirder and weirder. A few minutes later, he was out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist as he reentered the bedroom. His usual attire of jeans, t-shirt and over shirt were laid out on the bed.

He was still very skeptical. His reflection in the bathroom mirror hadn’t changed much. A few more wrinkles but he was still the same. He felt the same anyway. He got dressed and began to look around for his boots. They weren’t under the bed or in the large walk-in closet. Scratching his head, he looked at the bedroom door and sighed. He needed his boots and he had to leave the bedroom at some point, might as well be now. Taking a deep breath, Dean walked to the door and his hand hovered over the knob. Counting to three in his head, he turned the knob and stepped into the hallway.



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Stopping dead in his tracks, Dean gawked. He was in his old house in Lawrence. The door across from where he stood was ajar and he quickly pushed it open looking to the ceiling. There was nothing there, just paint. He looked around the room and smiled to himself. It belonged to a young boy; his son from the looks of it. There were model cars on the shelves, a baseball and glove resting against the closet door and on the wall were a picture of Dean and the boy smiling proudly. Walking closer he read the caption. “Father and son little league”. Next to it was another picture that brought tears to his eyes and made his heart tighten in his chest. Encased in a wooden frame was a picture of the Winchester men; all of them, Dean, his son, Sam and John. All of them smiling and looking very happy. The boy in the picture was younger, maybe five or six.

“I miss ya Dad.” He whispered as his fingers ghosted over the photo.

“Hey Dad. Uncle Sam and Aunt Mindy are here.” The boy walked over and stopped next to him. “You ok Dad?”

Dean nodded and ran a hand over his face. “I’m fine dude.” He replaced the photo on the wall and turned to his son. The boy was the spitting image of himself at that age. Same hair, eyes, and build. The corner of his mouth quirked in a smile and his hand reached out and messed up the boy’s hair. “Let’s go see your uncle huh?”

The boy gave him a strange look then nodded as if he wasn’t sure but then he shrugged and led the way. Dean paused at the door and looked back at the picture again. No djinn had done this this time. Glancing toward the ceiling he whispered. “Cas! Get your angelic ass down here!”

“DEAN!” Hurrying down the hall, he flew down the stairs and again hit the brakes. There was his brother holding a baby and from all the pink and frills it was a girl. He looked up at Sam and they locked eyes. Tears were brimming his brothers’ eyes and he’d never seen him so….happy in all his life. “Hey bro. This is my daughter, Mary.”

Dean’s eyebrows rose in unison. Slowly, he crept closer and peeked at the sleeping infant. A smile slowly crossed his lips as he nudged Sam in the ribs. “Way to go Sasquatch.” Putting an arm around Sam’s shoulders he leaned in and whispered. “We need to talk bro and soon.”

Sam nodded and was about to say something when his wife walked in smiling. “Here let me take her so you two can talk.” After taking the baby from Sam, Mindy turned to Dean and smiled. “You want to hold her Dean?”

Backing up a couple steps, Dean held his hands out in defense. “No way…I’ll break her or something. She’s too little.”

Mindy laughed and turned toward the kitchen. “You said the same thing when Sammy was born and you didn’t break him now did you?”

“That’s different!” Dean called after her. “He’s a boy and he was bigger than Mary at that age.” He stopped short and shook his head. Looking up at Sam he growled out “How the hell did I know that?”

Sam shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. “Man I don’t know but I knew where everything was at my house. I even knew how to make a bottle and change her.”
Dean leaned in and whispered. “Christo!”

Sam huffed and gave him a shove. “Be serious!”

“I am! I’ve got a kid named Sam, a hot wife and a dog named Scooby.” Moving to the window he slid the curtains back and pointed in relief. “No picket fence, thankfully.” He saw the sheepish look on his brothers face and he huffed. “Let me guess. You’ve got a white picket fence.”

Sam nodded and shrugged, smiling that goofy grin of his that irritated Dean to no end. Turning to the kitchen Dean yelled. “ARIE! Where are my boots!”

“Arie?” Sam asked from behind him.

Dean turned and glared, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t. Just…don’t.” The kitchen door swung open and Arie walked in holding Dean’s boots out in front of her.
“They were in the garage where you left them. I swear you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached.” She dropped the boots at his feet, leaned up and kissed his cheek. “You boys going out?” She asked.

Dean nodded as he picked up his boots and walked to the couch to put them on. “Yeah…Sam and I are gonna get some ice.”

“Ice. Dean if you want to go down to the garage and tinker with the Impala just say so. The getting ice trick is so old.” As she turned to walk away but, paused and looked back. Her face suddenly filled with grief. “I know it’s hard for you two. This being the first Christmas since the accident but we’re gonna get thru it.” She smiled and left the room.

Dean looked at his brother mouthing the word [I]accident[/I]. Sam shrugged his shoulders as he fished a set of keys out of his pocket. “I’ll drive.”

Standing up, Dean retrieved his jacket and was halfway out the door when his son ran into the room. “Can I go to the garage with you? Please Dad? I want to help with the Impala.”

Dean gave his brother a look and Sam shrugged and tilted his head to the side. “I’ll wait in the car.” Nodding, Dean knelt down in front of the boy and brushed the bangs out of his eyes.

“Listen dude, your uncle Sam and I need to talk. You know adult stuff. You can come with next time, ok?” He had no clue about ‘the next time’ but, he didn’t need the boy hearing what they were going to discuss.

The boy sighed and nodded. “Ok.” Without warning, he flung his arms around Dean’s neck. “I miss Grandpa and Grandma.”

Dean was at a loss for words? [I]Accident?[/I] The boy [I] missed [/I] them? Dean put two and two together and his heart broke. His parents were dead. Slowly, he drew the boy closer in his arms and returned the hug. “I miss them too.”

Dean stood up and messed the boy’s hair again. “You need a haircut.” He smiled as his son….HIS son rolled his eyes and huffed. “We won’t be gone long ok? Keep Scooby out of the kitchen and don’t let him eat your niece.”

The boy laughed and wiped the tears from his cheeks. “You got it.” Without another word, he turned and ran back to the kitchen.

Wiping away his own tears, Dean turned and left the house. He found Sam sitting behind the wheel of an S10 Blazer complete with car seat in the back. Laughing, Dean opened the passenger door and slide in. Sam just shook his head and chuckled. “How every responsible of you Sam.”

“Shut up man. So…the garage. You thinkin’ its Dad’s garage?” Sam asked as he backed the Blazer out of the driveway and headed down the street.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure. What other garage is there in the Winchester family?” The pair sat in silence for a few minutes, each knowing what the other was thinking without having to ask. They were home living the lives they would of lived had their Mom not been killed all those years ago. Why though. Why were they here?

After driving for a while, Dean felt the Blazer come to a stop and he looked up. His breath caught in his chest. The sign over the large oversized garage doors read. [B]WINCHESTER & SON GARAGE [/B]. Without looking at his brother, Dean climbed out of the car and walked to the front door, his hand digging into this pocket for his keys and finding the right one. Stepping inside, the smell of car oil and grease assaulted him and he grinned at the memories.

“So where’s the Impala?” Sam asked as he walked out of the office.

Dean hooked a thumb towards the bays. “Must be in there.” The brothers walked into the garage area and froze in their tracks. The Impala looked like it did after the semi hit it; a crushed tin can. They walked around the car in silence, glancing at each other every once in a while. They came together near the hood and stopped and stared into the missing windshield, neither one saying a word. They just stood and stared in silence. The dinging of the gas pump bell made both men jump and reach for nonexistent weapons. They turned to look toward the door and saw Castiel leaning against the wall.

“What?!” He asked walking toward the pair. “ I rang the bell.”

My name is Dean and I am a Winchester.

Hi there.

Like it says my name is Dean Winchester. I'm not THE Dean Winchester. That would be my uncle. No, my full name is Dean Samuel John Winchester. It covers all the Winchester men cause my dad didn't want to name me Samuel Francis Winchester Jr. No clue why but I can understand the middle name part. Francis??? Thats just wrong. No offense to Grandma Mary or anything.

So....where to start. Uhhh technically I'm not even born yet or anything. I'm from the future; well a future that's not going to take place anymore. Which sucks really, I was looking forward to it. My mom and dad were pretty cool then. I've uhh been keepin' an eye out on my dad and I have to say...WOW dude...what the hell are you thinking? I mean a demon? Thats just wrong man. I hope Uncle Dean can snap you out of it before it's too late. I'd like to maybe have my dad back someday.

Alright, I'd better head out so she doesn't get all bent outta shape about me takin' over. I've been quiet for a long time. Just stretchin' my legs.

Have a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy Hanukha and Yule.

Fan fic involving Ellen and Derek.....

>This is a fanfic i'm working on that involves Ellen Harvelle (Supernatural) and Derek White (AU character belonging to Ghost Hunter). I got the idea from a board we were on called Hell's Road. Ellen didn't have anyone and I thought she deserved to be in love again. Derek just seemed like the perfect guy for Ellen.
This is what I have so far. Its a work in progress. Some of this are memories of both Ellen and Derek.

God Called In Sick Today

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Ellen stood in the doorway and stared at Derek as he lay on the floor of his living room. Looking around, she found a blanket and covered him with it. “Derek….I’m here. Listen to me ok? Everything is gonna be fine. You’re gonna be ok.” Slowly, she pulled out the needle from the IV and tossed it aside. Grabbing the first aid kit, she started to bandage him up as best she could. A small needle fell against her knee and she picked it up. It contained Morphine and Ellen knew there was more at the Roadhouse. She kept it on hand to help patch up hunters who came in injured and couldn’t explain Wendigo wounds to a local hospital.

Leaning close to Derek’s ear she whispered. “Derek, I’m going to give you a shot of morphine. It’ll help with the pain so we can get you back to the Roadhouse.” Her lips ghosted against his cheek as a tear slowly slide off hers and landed on his face. She didn’t know if he heard her or not but she wanted him to know what she was doing. Deep down, she knew it was to steady her nerves more than his but it was working so why screw around. After giving him the shot, Ellen pulled scissors from the bag and started cutting away at his t shirt. Groaning and holding back a sob, she slammed a fist into the floor. His arms, chest and 90% of his upper body were a mass of bruises. Running her fingers over his ribs she could feel each one that was broken. The thought that he might have a punctured lung crossed her mind. She watched his chest rise and fall evenly and he wasn’t wheezing as much and didn’t appear to be gasping for air.

As her hands slowly moved down his arm to check for fractures, Ellen nearly had a heart attack as Derek grabbed her arm and gripped tightly. “Derek. It’s me…its Ellen.” Moving slowly so she was in his line of sight, she kept talking low and steady. “You’re ok. They’re dead. Lucian and the pack got ‘em.”

Derek slowly opened his one good eye and stared hard at her. “You….you don’t listen very well.”

Ellen covered his hand with hers and smiled softly. “Yeah well…you know me…stubborn and bullheaded.” She fought back the tears as he slowly closed his eye and began to relax. His fingers still held her arm but not with the force they did before. A male voice in the background brought her attention to the doorway.

“Ellen, we found the keys to his hummer. We’ll put him in there and take him to the Roadhouse. I’ll have Pierce follow in your truck.” It was Lucian. His voice had a bit of a growl in it but she ignored it and nodded.

“Thank you Lucian….thank you for helping.”

The sudden knocking at the door made her jump. Looking up she saw the woman that Lucian had sent over to help with the bar. Anna was her name? Wiping her face with her hand quickly, Ellen smiled at her. “Hi Anna. He’s still resting.” She made no move to get up from the chair she’d occupied since getting Derek settled into her room. She fought hard until Lucian and the rest finally agreed with her.

Hell, she even thought of closing the bar until he was up and around but she knew that was impossible. Other hunters needed her and she knew that Arie would need her too. Sam was recuperating slowly in the hospital and Arie had stopped by to make sure she ate and to bring some of her herbal salve for Derek’s wounds. “Ellen, I made out the order for the vendors and they’re on the bar next to the phone. There’s enough left over’s in the kitchen. You really need to eat. I can sit with him while you’re gone.”

Ellen knew she was trying to help but she was afraid that if she left Derek’s side something would happen and she wouldn’t be able to help him. She kept thinking back to Bobby telling her that Bill was gone….killed on the hunt he’d gone on with John Winchester. She’d never got to say goodbye to him and she was not going to make that same mistake again. God forbid Derek didn’t make it, she would be there so he wasn’t alone. Sighing heavily, Ellen slowly got to her feet and ran a hand over his forehead. It was cool to the touch…no fever…that was good.

“Ok. I’ll be gone 5 minutes tops. Call if anything changes.” Backing slowly to the door, she hurried to the kitchen and leaned against the cool door of the refrigerator. The tears fell unchecked and Ellen slowly slid to the floor, her face buried in her hands as she sobbed uncontrollably. After a few minutes, she stood up and went to the sink to wash her face. No sense in losing it now. Derek needed her to be strong and she wasn’t about to let him down. Grabbing a couple bottles of water and a plate of left over fried chicken, Ellen hurried back to her room.

Closing the door softly, her eyes fell to Derek’s form as he slept; he hadn’t moved. She did her best to smile at Anna as the woman got up and crossed the room and stood in front of her. “You make sure you eat that. Lucian will have my ass if you end up sick.” She looked back at Derek and sighed.”He’s pretty tough Ellen. They beat him bad but he hung on.” Turning she gave Ellen’s shoulder a squeeze as she walked out the door. “I’ll lock up and turn off the lights before I go.”

Ellen placed the food on the nightstand and checked Derek’s bandages. Everything was fine, the bleeding had stopped but she knew he had a long way to go. Moving the chair closer to the bed, she smiled as she spoke to him. “Do you remember the first time you came into the Roadhouse? It has to be fifteen years now that you’ve been coming around.”

Ellen was just getting ready to close the bar down for the night when a stranger walked in. She stopped wiping down the bar and watched him. He was tall and well built. His clothes told her he was a hunter; the boots, jeans, shirts. All trademark hunter garb. “Just getting’ read to close up.” Ellen hadn’t seen him in the bar before so she was a bit careful. Her hand came to rest on the shotgun she kept under the bar as he slowly walked up to her, his eyes darting around taking everything in as he walked.

He smiled as he reached the bar and sat down. “I’m looking for Ellen Harvelle. I was told she ran this bar.”

Pulling back slightly, Ellen narrowed her eyes on him before speaking. “You’re lookin’ at her. Who sent you and what do you want?”

“John Winchester sent me actually. Told me the Roadhouse was…accommodating to our profession.” He smiled and held his hand out. “Name’s Derek White.”

Well that sealed the poor guys fate right there. John Winchester was not welcome in the Roadhouse anymore then a troop of demons led by Lucifer himself. Her eyes never left his face and she ignored the outstretched hand. “I suggest you leave the way you came. I’m not fond of John Winchester or anyone that might associate with him.”

His hand slowly lowered to the bar and he sighed. “He said you’d be a bit upset. I only met him a few days ago on a hunt. Seems his oldest boy thought he could take on a nest of vampires on his own. I’m sorry to of bothered you.”

“Wait! The boys are ok?” Ellen may hate John Winchesters guts but those boys meant a lot to her. Wasn’t their fault they had an idiot for a father. “You said the oldest, Dean, he’s ok? Sam’s ok too?”

Derek paused and looked back at her. “They’re fine. Dean, he got a little banged up but nothing that would leave a scar. The youngest boy, Sam, he didn’t get a mark on him. That brother of his watched out for him good.”

She smiled and relaxed after hearing the boys were ok. “I’m sorry. Please, have a seat. I’ve got some left over’s in the kitchen; fried chicken mostly.” Ellen pulled a beer from the cooler and set it on the bar. He had helped the boys, which gave him brownie points in her book. She watched as he sat down again, popped the cap on his beer and took a long pull.

“Chicken would be fine, thank you Mrs. Harvelle.”

Ellen stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder at him. “Call me Ellen.”

“Ellen”

She didn’t move at first. It was just the remnants of her dream. Without opening her eyes, Ellen knew she had fallen asleep in the chair. Oh that was so not good. Before leaving, Lucian and Nathan had pulled the old rollaway bed in her room so she didn’t have to sleep far from Derek. Sleep. She hadn’t done that since they’d found him. Way to go. Falling asleep on the job.

“Ellen”

There it was again. This time she knew it wasn’t her dream. Her eyes shot open and she saw Derek looking at her. “Derek.” She nearly choked on his name. Don’t fall apart, don’t you dare. Getting up slowly, Ellen moved to the bed and slowly sat down on the edge.

“Water. Please.” His voice was gravely and barely above a whisper. He flicked a glance to the water glass on the nightstand and back to her.

“Just a bit now. Not too much.” Ellen had put a straw in the glass so he didn’t have to lift his head. After a couple sips, she put the glass back and her hand gently touched his forehead. “No fever. That’s good.” She smiled at him and gently took his hand.

Derek took a slow careful breath and let it back out. “How….how did….you find….me.”

“You weren’t gone that long. I took a chance you were still at home so I called Lucian Saint Ryan and had him send over a few of his men to your house. They took care of the men that did this.” Ellen couldn’t look him in the eyes. Lucian had told her that two of the men got away, David Burke, a Lycan and Jack Cohen who was possessed by a demon.

It made her sick to her stomach to think they’d gotten away. Ellen made a mental note to ask Arie about putting some charms and wards on Derek’s property. She had come too close to losing him and the thought made her sick. She’d gone too long without telling Derek how she felt about him, too worried about getting hurt again. Enough was enough.

She felt Derek’s hand squeeze hers and she looked up at him. “Sleep. Go…to sleep.”

Shaking her head, Ellen bent down and gently kissed his forehead.” I’m fine. I’ll go to sleep after you do.” Ellen sat by Derek’s side long after he’d fallen asleep. Some of the swelling had gone down on his face and the bruises were started to turn shades of purple and yellow. She’d have to get more ice for his eye later. One of Lucian’s pack members was an ER doctor. He said he would send him over in the morning to give Derek a going over. Lucian himself had gone over Derek thoroughly to make sure there was no internal bleeding before allowing him to stay at Ellen’s. She smiled when she remembered what Lucian had said.

“It’s a good thing he’s got muscles of steel or he’d be in worse shape. They helped protect his gut.” Even though he had a pretty good tan, Derek was still covered with bruises from his face down to mid thigh.

Ellen stood up and leaned over to turn the bedside light off. Pausing, she dipped her head and kissed him on the cheek. “You’re safe sweetie. I love you.” Would she ever be able to tell him she loved him to his face? Maybe one day but, not just yet. Turning quickly, Ellen made her way into the bathroom and changed into a tank top and pajama bottoms. Leaving the bathroom light on and the door left ajar, left enough light so she could see Derek if he needed her during the night. Crawling under the covers, sleep quickly consumed her and she didn’t see Derek watching her.

Derek lay in the dim light and watched Ellen sleep. He’d been in and out since she’d found him at his house. He was aware of being lifted and carried by 6 men and placed in his hummer. Derek had recognized Lucian and Nathan but the others he didn’t know or remember. The next time he’d woke up was in Ellen’s room. She’d been putting ice on his face and checking bandages. He wanted to tell her he was awake but he was too weak and quickly fell back to sleep. When he finally found his voice, the look of relief on her face was more than he expected. He wanted to talk to her, to get up but he barely had the strength to lift his head off the damn pillow. He wasn’t one to be coddled or looked after. He started taking inventory of his injuries, starting with each foot then moving up. His knees were sore but he couldn’t sense any injuries. Slowly, he rotated his hips one at a time. The left hip protested but it wasn’t too bad. Next his fingers and hands. The groan of pain from the movement was loud enough to be heard across the room. Derek tilted his head to make sure Ellen still slept.

Exhaling slowly, he flexed his elbows then rolled his shoulders. He knew his ribs were broke, he could feel the bone grinding as he moved. Exactly how many was another question. The Lycan and the demon had really done a number on him and he’d resigned himself to death only to be pulled back by from the brink by a feisty red head who just didn’t listen. Right now, he didn’t mind the last part but, he was going to have a talk with her about it later. Derek lay back and relaxed as much as he could. He was going to get out of bed and move around. He knew it was too soon but Derek White was not known for his patience.

Rolling onto his side as slowly as he could, he gritted his teeth thru the pain and took fast shallow breaths. He kept his eyes glued on Ellen to make sure he didn’t wake her up. Knowing her, this was the first time she’d slept since they found him. With one arm wrapped protectively around his ribs, Derek pushed off the bed with the other. The pain nearly blinded him as it stole his breath. He was standing…he was up but damn it hurt. His eyes flicked to the open door and he knew it led to the bar. He needed something stronger then water to drink, though mixing booze with pain meds wasn’t the smartest of moves it was a good enough excuse getting him moving.

Leaning against the door jam, Derek had to stop and rest. Glancing back he groaned and rolled his eyes, a whopping 8 feet of progress. Way to go White at this rate it will be Christmas by the time you get to the bar. He looked down the hall at the storage room and knew Ellen kept her extra stock there. Huffing loudly, he figured it would take him an hour to get there and back to bed and he knew Ellen would be up by then and the tongue lashing he’d get was not something he looked forward to. With a sigh, he hung his head and slowly turned to go back to bed. After just one step, his eyes fell on a pair of bare feet. Shit. Slowly he raised his head and followed the pajama pants up to crossed arms then to a tank top then to meet a pair of very angry eyes. Oh shit.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Standing as straight as he could, he still felt like a little kid who got busted sneaking cookies. “Taking…..a walk.” Each word burned like fire but he wasn’t about to tell Ellen that.

She rolled her eyes at him and huffed. “A walk. Seriously. Well then you can walk your stubborn ass right back to bed.” Ellen moved next to him and gently wrapped an arm around his waist.

“I’m…..not a…”

“Yeah I know. You’re a big boy and can take care of yourself. You’re doing a real bang up job aren’t ya.” She was not going to give up.

Closing his eyes, Derek let her help him the short distance back to bed. Laying back down was harder than getting up. He refused to show how bad it hurt but the sweat pouring down off his face was an indication that did not get by one Ellen Harvelle. As he lay back down, Derek was practically hyperventilating. He gritted his teeth as she propped a few pillows behind his back so he was sitting up more than laying down.

Standing back, hands on hips, Ellen glared down at him. Derek looked up at her and attempted a smile. He noticed her face soften and his smile turned into a pained smirk. Got ya, he thought. He shifted slightly and watched as she pulled the chair closer and grabbed a blanket from her bed. Great, she’s going to sleep in the chair.

After getting herself settled, Ellen gave him the most disapproving look she could muster. “You know, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to patch you up White.” Oh hell…she was using his last name. Yep, he was in trouble. Taking as deep a breath as his ribs would allow, he let his head fall back on the pillows.

“Was about ten…years ago.” He began as the memory came back to him. He’d been on a hunt and the damn head blood sucker got the jump on him and stabbed him pretty good before he was able to stake the bastard. It was a clean in and out wound thru his side but it was bleeding real good and the pain was just beginning to get to him as he drove up to the Roadhouse. He had slapped on a couple more gauze pads and put on his jacket to cover it up. A few shots would dull the pain enough until he got home.

Edging out of the hummer, he hissed as he twisted. “I really hate vampires.” He mumbled as he stood as tall as he could and walked into the bar. It was midweek and the place was all but deserted. He could hear music coming from the back rooms. Smirking, he shook his head and headed for the bar. Dr. Badass must be entertaining again. Derek slid into his usual spot and let his head fall for just a minute to catch his breath. He was about to grab a bottle when Ellen walked out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel. She smiled when she saw him at the bar and he smiled back.

“Well Derek White. How are ya sweetie?” She tossed the towel on the end of the bar and walked towards him.

“I’m good Ellen thanks. Can I get a bottle and a shot glass?” It wasn’t his usual but he didn’t think she’d catch on.

Ellen frowned briefly then nodded. “Sure thing.” She pulled the bottle and set it down with a clean shot glass. “Rough hunt?” She pointed to his face and leaned against the bar.

Downing his first shot, he nodded. “No rougher than any other hunt.”

Ellen glared at him for a minute and he began to squirm. Damn woman could bore a hole in steel with that look of hers. “I’ll fix ya a plate. Stay put.” She turned and walked into the kitchen, the doors swinging behind her. Derek counted to five then groaned, a hand going to his side. He peeked under his coat and saw the bandages were stained red. Perfect, he thought, just freaking perfect.

He was on his fifth shot when Ellen came back out with a cheeseburger and fries. His mouth began to water as the smell reached him. She set the plate down in front of him and took the bottle away. “You eat that and you MIGHT get this back.” She smirked and moved away to clear tables. As Derek tore into his food, he heard a door slam and then Ash’s voice rang out asking Ellen about food. Derek racked his brain trying to remember just how and when Ash made the bar his home. The mullet wearing genius was a permanent fixture at the Roadhouse and a fountain of information.

AFI starts another mystery??

“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.” ~Einstein

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Tunes

Lookie!! I have music now on my page. All thanks to Sanity Is Overrated. Of course being the moldy oldie that I am I had to use a cassette tape. Yes kiddies....there are such things.....ohhhh ahhhhh. Music didn't always come on CD's or MP3's. I have over 20 songs on there so far. Will be adding as many as I can and changing it up here and there as my mood changes.

SO...enjoy.

Merry Christmas to one and all

Faces to go with the names.....

This isn't everyone. I have a few to dig up yet but for the most part this is the crew. Rhys doesn't have a banner yet and neither does Anna but I will post their pics until I can get one made.

My little family of voices....

It seems like a good idea to show ya'll the family of voices that I have living in my head. It has grown a bit. I give the props to my buddy GH. She did this first so I'm being a copy cat.

I am hoping to post their faces soon. May take a bit of doing but I'll get it done.

Lucian Saint Ryan ~ Lycan (werewolf)

Arie Saint Ryan ~ Lycan(werewolf)/witch and Lucian's wife/mate

Arie Tamarein ~ Witch

Mathias Pendragon ~ Squire to Dayan the Dark Hunter

Anna Milton ~ Human/angel

Asim ~ Madji

Ellen Harvelle ~ bar owner/hunter's aid

Jackie Winchester ~ Horse trainer

Jessie Cantrell ~ Gun for hire

Zach Quinn ~ Lycan(werewolf)

Havoc ~ Vampire

Dean Samuel John Winchester ~ hunter/witch. Son of Sam Winchester and Arie Tamarein (AU board called Hells Road)

Rhys Cruach ~ werewolf **newly 'born' character**

Of my little family Anna is the newest. She is my evil twin....voice of reason #2. Arie(both of them really) is #1 voice of reason. Though my witch came first they take turns putting me in my place. -huffs-

Well it seems that I have a new voice. His name is Rhys (Reese) Cruach and he's a werewolf of Italian and Irish decent. Can you say walking temper tantrum?!?

So...there they are in all their glory. Though I know they're angry with me for not letting them come out and play lately but RL (real life) has been a total bitch and has kept them at a distance. I hope to fix that soon.