idreamofhazeleyes

[idreamofhazeleyes]

[idreamofhazeleyes]

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.

then they started fighting Covid precautions.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.

now my parents think climate change is a myth.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.

then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.

now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.

you can guess who they voted for.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.

when did they forget?

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Written in Blood Ch 4

@squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @mrswhozeewhatsis @idreamofplaid @winchestergirl-13 @spnfanficpond

Chapter 4

It took me a few hours to find the guy turned werewolf. He was dead on his feet when I saw him at the eco conscious store that sold natural and organic foods. My brain scrambled in the attempt to figure out what to say to him. 

“Attention shoppers,” a voice started on the overhead speakers. “The store is now closed. Please bring your selections to the front.”

Damn it. I hurried over to the guy and hoped the blooming idea would work. Dean was outside in the Impala with the machete. The original idea was that I get the guy and we walk to the trap area and I end his life. Part of me wondered if he would actually fall for that.

“Excuse me,” I started once within ear shot of the guy. His name tag read “Jordan”. “I’m sorry to bother you at work, but I couldn’t help but notice you’re exhausted.”

“Yeah, so? Is there something I can help you with?” His head lagged a little as he looked up at me. Recognition bloomed on his face. “I know you. We have a class together.” His head tilted as he took a more deeper breath. An angry growl emanated from him. “I know that scent.” Jordan’s mouth opened and fangs emerged.

Shit. 

My body moved before I realized it. The urge to just get away pushed me out of the store. Panic crept in when I didn’t see the Impala in the parking lot. I was left on my own to get to the trap. Pushing my body into a run, I hoped to reach the spot and that there was some sort of weapon. 

The spot was in sight just as a roar sounded behind me. In my run, I swore I saw something glint off the light. As I passed another street lamp, the gleam came again. It was the machete. Dean must have left it out. My hand grasped it just as I ran past; unable to stop. My pace continued as I slowed and turned into the swipe of a fully transformed werewolf. 

Searing pain ripped through my left shoulder. The scream tore at my throat. Frozen for a moment due to the pain, I breathed through it. There was no one to come and rescue me for this. My hand tightened on the machete handle and I straightened. The werewolf paced some feet in front of me. Was it toying with me? It had to be.

Instead I remained in place. It had to come to me. Jordan roared and charged. Taking a batter’s stance, I waited for him to get closer, self doubt loaming in the back of my head. Jordan reared up to swipe at me again and I swung at a leg; hoping to knock him down. The swing got half way before getting stuck. I struggled with freeing the blade. It came free with a squish. 

I swung without a thought, hoping to make contact with his neck. The machete made contact with something and I forced it through the swing. Something light thumped to the ground. When my attention came back around, I saw the body of Jordan linger for a second before it collapsed to the ground. 

My body shuttered and my legs gave out from under me. Footsteps came running as the shock ran its course. One of the two people hunched down in front of me. Apple green eyes flashed.

“Come on, let’s get you patched up.” Dean offered a hand up. 

My hand released the machete handle as I stood, cradling my left arm. Now that the adrenaline was ebbing, the pain in my shoulder was spreading. We made our way over to the Impala where Dean opened the trunk. I eased down to sit on the edge while he pulled out a first aid kit.

“Let’s get this jacket and shirt off,” he said as a hand lightly tugged at the sleeve. 

My face contorted in pain as we worked to get the jacket off. I watched Dean take a look at the tee shirt before reaching for a pair of scissors. Using the holes left by the werewolf claw, he cut away the fabric to free my wound. A hiss came free as he worked. Cool liquid washed over the wound, gaining a sharper hiss and a curse.

“Sorry. Here.” A bottle was placed into my good hand. “It’ll help with the pain.”

I took a few seconds to drink the alcohol. Dean wiped away the blood as I swallowed the liquid. My head turned so I could watch. A needle and thread were in Dean’s hands. 

Despite the adrenaline being gone, a calm settled over my body as Dean worked the needle into my skin. Daring a look at him, Dean had a semi distant expression as he worked the needle and thread through my skin. Something nagged at the back of my mind that something happened between him and John before coming up to me. Confident that Dean knew what he was doing, I looked around the area to see John approaching us. His clothes looked dirty and had a smell of smoke on him. After everything, he seemed to be calmer. 

“The body’s burned,” he said. “People are going to question what happened.” John stripped off the dirty jacket and tossed it into the trunk. 

“Starting with these injuries,” Dean commented. 

“I fought off the wild animal and disposed of the body,” I said, meeting John’s gaze. I still could not place his face. “I can’t remember where since I was in fear of my life.” 

“Could be worse,” John commented. “Dean, a word.”

Dean finished sewing the last bit of my wounds and put the needle and thread back. I did my best to get a gauze pad and tape while the two walked a few feet away. Their voices were low yet I could see anger in their movements. Part of me wondered if it was related to how John knew my name without me telling them. A couple minutes later Dean stormed over, leaving John where they stood. 

“Come on,” he said, anger in his voice. “Let me walk you back to your place.” 

My body was slow in easing away from the trunk. My good arm braced against the Impala until I got steady on my feet. For all of the anger radiating off of him, Dean waited with patience until I turned to him. He closed the trunk after I took a few steps away and was right behind me. 

Our walk was quiet. Even with my left arm wrapped around in front of me, my shoulder throbbed with pain. I wasn’t sure how deep the claws went, just that they went deep. 

Eventually we got to the dorm building and I keyed us in. It was in the elevator that the realization hit that I had no cover story to give Emily. She would notice how I was favoring my shoulder and insist I tell what happened. The story I gave John and Dean at the car if asked by officials wouldn’t work with Emily.

“Here.” Dean held up a card as we approached my dorm room. “My number if anything else comes up.”

I looked down at the card and accepted it. “Thanks for ... everything. Hopefully nothing comes up.”

The urge to reach up for a kiss rose up. I resisted and flashed him a smile as I reached for the door handle. As I turned into the room, I came face to face with Emily.

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[idreamofhazeleyes]

Written in Blood Ch 3

@squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @mrswhozeewhatsis @idreamofplaid @winchestergirl-13 @spnfanficpond

Chapter 3

My mind blanked. There was no context on what “it” was. 

“Damn it. Speak,” the older man shouted again, snapping me back to the present. 

“Where is what?” I was hyper aware of how little space was between me and the building behind me. 

The building doors opened and a number of my classmates emerged from the building. 

The older man grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side. I struggled to free my arm. He kept the building behind me in a way to make sure I didn’t turn and run. 

“Dad, lay off,” the younger man spoke up, stepping up beside us. “She doesn’t know anything.” There was something fuming in his eyes. I couldn’t tell if it was due to his father getting on my case or something else.

The older turned to the younger. “Aeryn was at the scene the other night. She knows.”

Now that they were closer to me, I could see some similarities between the two men. There was a good chance they were related somehow; maybe father and son.

“How do you know my name? Tell me how you know it. You owe me that since you’re involving me in something.”

The father turned his attention from his son to me, anger carved more lines on his face. Something told me that he wasn’t used to being talked to with what he could see as disrespect or questioned. There was a vague memory of his face.

“What did you say?” Father took a step toward me.

“How do you know my name?” My eyes narrowed at him in a silent dare. “It is the least you owe me for getting me involved in your problem.”

The son seemed to be on edge as he watched his father; waiting for something to happen. 

I refused to break eye contact with the father. He may have been able to get away with yelling at his son, but he won’t do it with me. There was something vaguely familiar about the father I could not place a finger on. 

He sighed. “I’m an old friend of your family. I’m John, and this is Dean. What do you know of a werewolf in the area?”

So that was what I saw the other night. “I know I saw something on the way home from work. It had killed someone.” I didn’t like how John knew my name despite the vague memories from years ago. Something told me that he lied about being a friend of the family. 

Dean eased up alongside John. “Can you show us?” Whatever was fuming in his eyes disappeared as his mind shifted into working the case. 

My lungs took in a deep breath even as I thought it over. It was a bad decision if I did. And there won’t be much. Another part of me knew I was already involved, especially after seeing the student in class today. My life was on the line either way.

The walk from the college building to the crime scene wasn’t that far, and my heart should not have been threatening to burst from my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was the slight fear of seeing how angry John was or the student. Still, I managed to reach the spot where I found the creature and the dead victim. 

Police tape fluttered in the breeze as my gaze went to the cement where there were dark patches of deep brown. Whoever was in charge of crime scene clean up didn’t do a good job. 

John started looking over the area while Dean hung back with me. 

“Can you remember anything about that night?” Dean asked, his voice low to not disturb John. 

“Fear. The creature ... werewolf ... loomed over its victim. Blood everywhere. It looked up at me but didn’t give chase. As if it was preoccupied with the person on the ground.” 

“It’s been a day,” John said as he joined up. “Do you know where the morgue...”

“Already been there.” The two stared at me with semi confused expressions. “Nursing student. Some of my professors in the program want us to see that side of life. The chest was ripped open, half her blood was gone; along with her heart.”

“And it just happened to let you walk away.” John fumed away some feet away. He stormed back. “Why would it do that?”

“It was already eating, I don’t know. Would you eat something else when you’re already eating?” 

He took in a deep breath through his nose. Clearly John wasn’t accustomed to being challenged like this. Good. Maybe it’ll knock him down a peg or two. 

“Dean, go with her to the morgue and take a look at the body.”

“She just said...”

“Just go.”

Dean straightened ever so slightly. “Yes, sir.” He pushed against me to get me to move. 

“He heard me,” I told Dean once out of John’s ear shot. “Why have you go again?”

“You may have missed something.”

“He does know that the morgue would have given the body over to the family for funeral arrangements, right? The attack was last night.”

Dean went silent for a moment. “What had you scrambling from the building when we caught up to you?”

“Huh? Oh. I was attempting to get away from a classmate. There’s something off about him. He had a number of energy drinks in front of him, like he had a long night. You know how you feel beyond exhaustion and had to keep going? That was how he looked.”

Dean stopped and turned to face me. “You sure about that?”

I nodded. “He looked like he did a all nighter drinking and was attempting to go through the day with a hangover.”

He started moving. “Come on.”

Even with my stride, it was difficult keeping up with the six foot something man. I wasn’t that much shorter than Dean at five feet nine inches. We found John not far from the crime scene questioning people that may have seen something.

“The werewolf is a student,” Dean said when John turned to us.

“We don’t have time for this, Dean.”

“It’s true,” I huffed as I attempted to catch my breath. “He and I had a shared class this morning. I ...” I looked between the two ment. “I think he knows I know. Or he recognized me from last night.”

John straightened. “Which means he has your scent. We have time to set up a trap for it tonight. Come on.”

Dean didn’t question as John moved. I stood there for a few seconds. Then my brain snapped back and I rushed after them. “Wait, what trap?”

Neither man answered as we made our way through the streets. My stomach started twisting on itself as my mind ran through all the different traps that could be made. Eventually we reached an open spot and John turned.

“We’re gonna lure the werewolf here,” he said. He looked to me. “Think you can lure it here?”

“Come on, Dad,” Dean spoke up. “You can’t be serious. Aeryn won’t survive...”

“The werewolf has her scent and it’ll bolt if it knows either of us are here. Go get her ready. I’ll get the area ready.” John turned and left Dean and I standing there. 

“He can’t be serious,” I said. “How the hell am I supposed to kill a werewolf?” My head turned to Dean.

“Silver bullet or decapitation.” He moved as if an idea popped into his head. “Pretty sure you have no experience shooting guns.” 

We made our way back to where a large black car was parked on the street. It stood out against the modern cars that populated the streets.

“Nice car,” I commented. 

“1967 Chevy Impala,” Dean said proudly. He moved to the trunk and opened it as I joined him. A false bottom was propped up and I could see all sorts of weapons and other tools Dean and John may use.

Dean rifled through the weapons before pulling out a machete and a heavy jacket. He stopped and looked at me. I wondered what went through his head right then as our gazes met; his bright green apple eyes caught my icy blue.

“Here,” he said, holding up the jacket. “It’s not much, but it’s better than just that tee shirt.”

I sighed and accepted the jacket, putting it on. My eyes fell to the machete between us. During all this time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me. 

“Best to decapitate it,” Dean instructed. “Think you can manage?”

“That or die, right?” I took the machete from Dean. “Is this wise, luring the werewolf out in the bright of day? I don’t ... I don’t know if I can do it?”

“It’s you or him. As for during it during the day ... Can you manage to get the guy out here at night?”

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[idreamofhazeleyes]

This is a friendly reminder to never, ever publish your book with a publishing company that charges you to publish with them. That is a vanity press, which makes money by preying on authors. They charge you for editing, formatting, cover art, and more. With most of these companies, you will never seen a cent of any royalties made from sale of your book. A legitimate publishing company only makes money when you make money, they will never charge you to publish with them. If a company approaches you and says "Hey, we'll publish your book, just pay us X amount of money," tell them to go fuck themself and block them.

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Written in Blood Ch 2

@squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @mrswhozeewhatsis @idreamofplaid @winchestergirl-13 @spnfanficpond

Chapter 2

There were hushed conversations in the library as I claimed a table. From what I could hear the conversations were about a new killing overnight. It took me longer to fall asleep the night before mainly due to what I saw the night before. Consider it a shock. I was at a loss at what to make of what I saw. Pushing the images out of my mind, I settled at the table. With study materials soon on the table, I started into the study guide for biology.

For as much as I attempted to focus on the book and papers in front of me, my mind went back to seeing the monster feeding on a dead person. What sort of creature did that? Of the low conversations still going on were talking about the creature being a rabid coyote. The creature I saw was two times bigger than a coyote. 

My brain seemed to have made a semi subconscious decision in packing up my class materials before going off to find the latest murder area. There was not much left at the scene. Police tape fluttered in the breeze and there was dried blood left on the cement. Like no one had come by to finish cleaning up. 

The image of the creature hunched over the body flashed in my mind. Something told me to stop digging while I still could and go about my life. I was doing well with my nursing classes and I had a chance of getting a good job after graduation.

But I did not stop digging. There was a perk of being a nursing student. 

I signed the sign-in paper at the morgue and headed back. The mortician was pulling the victim out of the cooler and had an assistant help get the body onto the exam table.

“Morning, Doc Hendrix,” I greeted.

“Morning, Aeryn,” he replied. “You're here about our latest guest?”

“I’m curious, yeah.” I walked over to where the protective gear was stored and started putting some on. Once everything was on, I joined Hendrix at the table. 

“Victim is a twenty year old male,” Hendrix started, “Appears to be in good health despite being dead. Toxicology shows there was alcohol in his system at the time of death, but not enough to be completely inebriated. Only organ missing is his heart. I don’t know what animal would kill a human outside of being rabid and eat just the heart.”

There was none that I could think of as well. “Were there anything that stood out with his friends?”

Hendrix shook his head. “You’d have to talk with the police about that. Only people I talk to don’t talk back. If they do, I wouldn’t be here.”

I gave a chuckle. “Point. Thanks Hendrix.”

I tossed away the protective gear as I left the morgue. For as much as I was able to get into the morgue due to my status as a nursing student, I doubted the police or the University would give me personal details about the victim. Doubt started to creep in when I stepped out of the medical building. Maybe I wasn’t meant to solve what this creature was that was stalking the University grounds.

I spent a few minutes returning to my dorm room for class material before darting off for that class. Once there, my eyes scanned the room. They settled on a guy maybe a year older than I was downing what looked like a third energy drink judging by the other two cans before him. Seeing students drink energy drinks was normal. What wasn’t was the total exhaustion I saw on his face after he finished drinking. There was something about him that made me uneasy. He seemed to look in my direction and we locked eyes. The small hairs on the back of my neck stood on eye while my body screamed for me to run.

He started to stand as the professor entered the room. I managed to find an empty spot near the door. It took everything I had to resist the urge to leave during the class. I would have to come up with some half ass excuse if I did since getting the creeps from a classmate half way through the semester did not count. 

I was packing up even before the professor released the class for the day. The other student that caught my attention had gotten caught up with the other students also trying to leave the classroom. There was no reason for me to stay and hear what he had to say. It was bad enough he knew that I knew he was a werewolf. Even worse that I caught him the night before. 

My breathing slowed to normal as I stepped outside and eased to a normal walking stride. As I walked, my gaze brushed over a pair of guys that had an age gap. The younger, wearing a dark colored jacket over a tee shirt paired with denim jeans and boots, I could understand passing for being a college student. The older one, wearing a brown leather jacket that seemed to be a bit too heavy for late Michigan weather over and a tee shirt and boots, seemed to be more the parent. Definitely not someone that fit in the general college student population.

I would haven’t paid them no more mind; if they weren’t heading right toward me. Great. Werewolf student behind me and two unknown men in front of me. There had to be an escape route. In a rush, I darted off to a side and worked to keep my pace at a normal but slightly rushed. A part of my brain rationalized the father and son approaching me as I had just stepped out of a college building and they could have been heading in to talk with a professor.

That thought went out the window when a hand caught my shoulder and spun me around. My arms dropped my belongings as I came face to face with the older male.

“Where is it?” he demanded.

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[idreamofhazeleyes]

been thinking about fantasy/scifi rule systems and free will

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Posting this for the people who think that Tolkien's world-building was something complete and entire and finished before he started to write.

You always learn and discover your story and your world as you write. Sometimes you are just the first reader.

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Changing Bandages

@squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @mrswhozeewhatsis @idreamofplaid @winchestergirl-13 @spnfanficpond

Summery: Dean checks on Aeryn after the fight with Ketch. Aeryn sustained a leg injury and Dean had a dislocated shoulder from their escape attempt with the rocket launcher.

Aeryn POV

Between 12x22 and 12x23

I leaned against the wall of the bunker in the attempt to ease the weight off my bad leg. The knee had been cramping for hours despite keeping off of it. If I could just get to my room and change the dressing Alex put on, I should be fine. Pushing off the wall, I managed a few feet before the leg threatened to buckle.

“Aeryn?” Dean’s voice called through the halls.

He and Sam had taken care of Ketch before coming back into the library to help clean. My mind kept going back to the moment Ketch held me with a gun to my head while cleaning. Something the back of my mind knew it was going to be a long night.

One. Two. Three more steps before my leg finally buckled and gave out. The wall was just out of reach to keep my footing despite catching it to slide down to the floor. Dean’s boots echoed slightly as he came around the corner. Those hastened as he closed the gap between us. I sat there, eyes closed, as a hand came to rest on my arm.

“Come on. Let’s get you up.”

I sensed Dean moving from my side before cracking open my eyes. His hand out stretched to help me up. Part of me wanted to remain on the floor. But I knew Dean wouldn’t leave until I got to my feet. We grasped wrists and eased me to my feet. He walked beside me, hand light on my back, as we made the last few feet to my room. Dean closed the door behind us.

“Sit,” he instructed even as he pulled out my medkit. 

I eased off my jeans and boots before finding the bed. Once there, the old bandage came off even as Dean knelt.

“You okay?” he asked as he started cleaning the wound.

I winced at the sharp sting. The wound was still open and was in the beginning stages of healing. “Honestly? No. We’ve come close to dying before; hell we’ve all died at one point. But this was ... We all expect to go out against monsters.” My body started to relax as Dean’s fingers brushed over my knee and leg. 

“Humans can be monsters. Remember that back woods family some years ago? Where they hunted humans for sport?” He finished securing the bandage, a hand cupped my calf. He leaned over and ever so slightly kissed my knee; his breath causing my small hairs to stand on end.

A hand reached out and ran through Dean’s hair. He looked up and I could see the fear in his eyes. The fear of losing me. I leaned down to him, hoping for a kiss. Dean reached up and met me. I worked his flannel off and fumbled with the black tee. Dean broke off the kiss and pulled the tee over his head while I freed my shirt off. He stepped back and looked me over. 

Insecurity washed over me just then. In all the years since Cas pulled him from Hell, it was a first. I was comfortable with him being a flirt and getting around, we both got tested every time. But this was different. It didn’t go away even as I watched him untie his boots and work off his jeans. I adjusted back on the bed even as Dean rejoined me. 

Hands gently slid up my thighs, fingers grasping at my boy shorts. Those were barely free of my hips before hot breath warmed my skin. 

My eyes fluttered close as Dean’s tongue swirled and lapped. A groan escaped as a couple fingers curled inside my core. One of my hands found its way to a breast and squeezed.

Dean pulled away and planted kisses along the way, lingering over all the scars I gained over the years. My legs moved to accommodate his body. He lined himself up as his kisses reached the tail end of the claw marks from the werewolf. He hesitated at the shoulder before pecking at the side of my neck.

“I ... lo..” he started in a whispered.

“I know.” 

He sheathed to the hilt, gaining a satisfying groan from me. At some point my body arched into Dean’s. A moan from him vibrated my shoulder. My arms and legs wrapped around his body, wanting to have him to be as close as possible. My hips moved in the attempt to gain more friction between us, my climax close. Dean must have sensed it as he quickened. 

“I can’t ... Aeryn...” Dean couldn’t finish his words before he went taunt. He attempted to make a thrust or two before his body relaxed with the release of dopamine. 

Dopamine coursed through my own body as we laid there in the after glow for several moments. Eventually Dean freed himself and moved to gather his clothes. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him.

“Dean,” I said. I don’t know what expression was on my face, maybe one that pled with him to stay. 

He came back over and with a kiss to my forehead, moved the covers to climb in first. I managed to get to my feet and slid in after Dean; nesting against him. His arm wrapped around me as I settled. For the night, I was safe from the nightmares of Ketch pulling the trigger.

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Missing

Summery: Dean comes to get Aeryn from her hospital nursing job to help find John and Tyler; the half brother to Dean and Aeryn.

Pre 1x01 "Pilot"

@squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @mrswhozeewhatsis @idreamofplaid @winchestergirl-13

A hand rubbed at the hand print left by the Djinn. I should have been better at not getting caught. I knew something was off about the nurse, but was too slow in recognizing the monster. If it hadn’t been for Dean showing up when he did, I would have been bled dry. I was barely free of the IV lines and bags the Djinn attached when Dean told me that Tyler was missing. Questions rolled through my mind so fast I couldn’t grab one to start. Granted we hadn’t talked lately, I figured Tyler was busy.

“Stop rubbing it,” Dean snipped. “It’s not going to go away.”

My hand dropped away from the blue handprint and landed in my lap. After two years he was still angry at me. I hadn’t known Tyler was related to him thanks to John. Both of them were missing. Dean, despite his anger, came to get me. I don’t know what went through his head to come get me; just that he was desprate to come get an ER nurse fresh in her first year at a hospital. From what little I knew of John, he was a skilled hunter and wasn’t one to go without contact for long.

“When was the last time you heard from John?” I dared to ask.

Dean’s hands tensed on the steering wheel. “A few weeks ago. What about you with Tyler?”

“Maybe a day or two before you lost contact with John. You should get some rest.”

“I’m fine.”

“You took on a Djinn and barely survived. Not many survived that.”

“Where was John when you two last talked?”

Dean fell silent. Fine. That did not change the fact that John and Tyler were missing and we were most likely driving in the wrong direction.

“Where are we going?”

“Standford. My little brother’s there. I ... We’re gonna need his help on this.”

So even my help wasn’t good enough. Maybe he only got me knowing I wanted to find Tyler. Part of me hoped that this wouldn’t take too long since I possibly had a job to get back to in a couple days. It didn’t help that my last patient “died” mysteriously. Air bubble in their blood stream after a silver test. It wouldn’t be the first time someone went missing from the small town hospital.

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Chasing Away Nightmares

Between 4x02 and 4x03 Aeryn POV

Summery: Dean and Aeryn finally have a moment after his rescue from Hell.

@squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @mrswhozeewhatsis @idreamofplaid @winchestergirl-13 @spnfanficpond

It had been a day since Dean walked into Bobby’s house, bringing back all the unresolved feelings I had before the hellhounds. I wasn’t sure how to piece it all together. Despite not finding any answers well into the night, and both Dean and Bobby insisting getting sleep, I was still awake. 

The cool night breeze brushed over my skin as I sat on the steps that led to the house. Dean and I barely had time to figure out our relationship before we went off after Lilith. And his death due to the hellhounds. That left me with nightmares for the past four months. It was partially why I was still awake; I was bound to wake screaming from seeing Dean’s death.

My body jumped to my feet at the faint touch of a fabric, instantly going into fight mode. It took me a few seconds to see Dean hunched down holding a blanket. 

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s been a rough few days.” I moved back to the porch, leaving room for Dean. 

He sat next to me and wrapped the blanket around the both of us. Just being able to sit there in peace and quiet was nice. 

“I ... um ...” Dean started. “Did you really mean it?”

“Mean what?” My mind ran through everything I told him since he got back. 

“That you had ...” He cleared his throat. “A crush on me?”

I smiled. “‘Had’? Try still do. Maybe it’s not a crush now. It’s ... I’ve always had feelings for you. I don’t know when I was aware of them, but that night four months ago was the first time I acknowledged them.”

Silence fell between us. My stomach started to twist on itself while Dean mulled over what I told him. I knew Dean was a flirt with women and didn’t expect him to be exclusive to me. 

“Well,” Dean cleared his throat. “I’ve had feelings for you, but wasn’t sure.” His hand rested on my knee. “I don’t know what they are, but they’re real.”

We looked at each other at the same time. I leaned over to him with the hope of a kiss. Dean met me halfway. The kiss was soft at first, as if Dean was testing how far I was going to allow him to go. I pushed against him, my tongue brushed against Dean’s lips. 

He relented. His breath tasted fainted of the whiskey he had earlier in the night. His hand on my knee moved up my thigh, bringing goosebumps. I didn’t stop him. Dean pulled away after a moment for a breath.

“Come on,” he said, standing with the blanket. “I got a better spot than the steps here.” A hand extended out to help me to my feet.

I accepted it and walked over the gravel. My face contorted a little from the minor pain of the pebbles. It took me most of the walk to realize that Dean led me to Baby. He had already opened the back door and was laying the blanket down on the seat. He moved aside and gestured for me to slide in first. Dean followed suit, closing the door behind him.

My body adjusted as we both reached for each other. Our lips smashed together. A moan escaped into Dean’s mouth as his hand slipped up my shirt, tracing up my abdomen to cup a breast. He pulled back from the kiss.

“You sure about this?” Dean asked. “We...”

One hand reached up to his neck and pulled him back in for a kiss while the other went for the hem of his shirt. I worked to pull the shirt off of him, which was slightly difficult due to the confine space. 

Dean pulled away to help finish the job.

“I’m sure about this,” I answered. I half struggled to free my shirt and unclapsed my bra. “Are you sure?” I moved to sit between his legs even as he leaned back against the door; one leg stretched out from the seat.

Dean reached up and pulled me in for a kiss, breaking it off soon after. “Positive.”

My skin tingling as his hands slid over my sides and to my pants as my hands moved to undo his pants. The denim strained to contained his erection even as I worked to free it. I half questioned the thought a partal second before leaning down to take Dean’s shaft into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his head before I took as much as I could; my tongue working at the vein.

A hiss and a hip buck were the results. I smiled to myself as I continued to work at him. Eventually I came up for air and my mouth pulled into a slight smile. Dark green eyes met my icy blue ones. Dean moved in a way that our places were reversed; me leaning against the opposite door and Dean working off my pants. One look from him was my one warning that he was going to return the favor I gave him.

A long breath escaped my mouth as his tongue started flicking at my click. Then the light sucking began. A hand threaded into his hair as a couple of his fingers teased my entrance. My hips buckled a little when his fingers worked the spot just behind my pelvic bone.

Dean’s free hand slid up my abdomen and grasped a breast, squeezing it. I wasn’t sure how much more teasing I could take before hitting my climax. 

“Dean...” I breathed. “I need you in me.”

He pulled away after a last lick and looked up at me. Dean freed his fingers as he eased up over my body even as I adjusted my body from the car door. One of my legs found a grip on the car floor even as Dean lined up his shaft to my entrance. His eyes flicked up to me before pushing into my core.

Neither of us moved for a moment until I reached up to his face for a kiss. Dean began moving, and I wasn’t sure which moan was mine and what one was his. Somehow my legs wrapped around his lower back. My neck started to ache and I started to push myself up from the seat. Dean stopped in some confusion. He moved away even as I adjusted. I swung a leg over his legs, causing him to adjust his body. He waited until I settled on his lap before assisting to align himself to my entrance.

I eased onto his cock and started to grind against him. 

“Damn,” Dean groaned. He started planted light kisses on my shoulders and collarbone. 

My head fell back as my hips continued to grind and Dean teased a nippled to painful hardness. My vagina started to throb. I slowed my grinding in the hope of drawing out the climax. 

“Aeryn,” Dean moaned. 

One. Two. Three. Hip grinds and my body spazmed as the climax spread over my body. I was semi aware of a wetness inside. My body fell the few inches between me and Dean as a wave of contentment washed over me. I stayed there as Dean wrapped his arms around me. Eventually we separated and tossed on our pants and shirts; forgoing our underware. 

I ducked into the spare room that Bobby gave me to slip into comfortable clothes. Once back in the study, I found Dean had collapsed on the couch. Though he seemed to be having a nightmare. I grabbed the blanket from the couch back and eased next to Dean, covering the both of us the best I could. He shifted to accommodate me and seemed to relax. If this helped keeping the nightmares away, I wouldn’t mind sharing beds with Dean.

#spn fanfic #spnfic #supernatural #spn drabble #dean winchester #ofc #smut

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Written in Blood

This is the re-write of "Ties in Blood" I've been putting off for the past couple years. Aeryn Malone is a nursing student at a major Michigan college when she's suddenly introduced to the supernatural world.

@squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @mrswhozeewhatsis @idreamofplaid

Chapter 1

“Hey, Emily,” I greeted as I dumped my class books onto my cluttered dorm desk. 

Exhaustion crept through my body as I reminded myself that I had work in about forty five minutes. Third year nursing classes were kicking my ass. I wasn’t sure what drove me into taking the nursing program at the Southeast Michigan college. Yet here I was working my way through college. A fleeting thought of calling my brother passed through my mind.

“Hey, Aeryn. Harper called a floor meeting soon. She wanted to make sure we’re all here for it.”

“For what? We’re half way through September already.”

“You’ve heard about the animal attacks, right?”

There had been a few bodies found in the trails and parks in the city that surrounded the university. Reports from the city officials and police said that the victims were missing their hearts and nothing else. No one knew what animal in the area that could take down a fully grown human and just take the heart. 

“What about it?” I asked, half knowing what it was about the animal attacks.

“Probably has new safety things for us to follow,” Emily said. 

Any hope of a shower had gone out the window thanks to the floor meeting Harper wanted to have. A quick wash at the sink and putting on some makeup would have to do. I pulled out my make up bag and shuffled through it and decided on little make up due to the time. Enough to make me look less tired. My icy blue eyes reflected back in the mirror. My skin was pale despite the late summer sun. Too many hours indoors for classes and laboratory work. No amount of make up would cover up how tired I was. 

“Come on,” Emily called when I finished with the makeup. 

“Hold up.” I stepped out of the bathroom. “I’m nearly ready.” 

Back in the room, I pulled out a women’s v cut shirt for work that show enough cleavage to be flirty and slipped off the men’s shirt I’ve worn all day. A number of patrons at the bar I worked at seemed to respond with flirting if I wore clothes that flatter my figure. 

Emily was at the door when I finished dressing. We left the room and made our way down to the common area where other women our age had gathered.

“Okay, everyone,” Harper called over the general chattering of the dozen or so women. “I know you all have plans this evening, but this is important. The University is stressing the òimportance of being careful when going out at night. We don’t know what sort of animal is causing the maulings, so whenever you all go out at night, do your best to travel in groups. If you cannot do that, tell anyone in this group where you’re going and how long you may be gone for. Let anyone know when you’re on the way home from work or the library or classes. Understood?”

There was a gathering of nods or acknowledgements. 

“Alright,” Harper finished. “Be careful out there and be aware of your surroundings.”

The group of floor mates started to disperse and talking about the new guidelines while Emily and I worked our way back to our own room.

“Any idea what the creature is?” Emily asked when we walked back in.

I shook my head. “I doubt that there’s any animals that are big enough to take down a fully grown human or would just take the hearts and nothing else. I don’t know any creature that could do that. Do you?”

Emily shook her head.

I gathered my bag and ensured that I had everything in it before heading for the door.

“I’m off to work. I should be back around ten.”

With my bag in hand, I made my way out of the dorm building and out onto the street. I melded into the crowds of students that were out after a long day of classes. A number of them seemed to have the air of being at the university on their parents’ money. I’ve had students like that in the bar and I refused to serve them. If the students had an issue with being denied service, I would call over a bouncer and have them escort the student out.

Getting to the back door of the building, I saw a couple of the cooks sitting nearby while sharing a joint. I waved in greeting before going in. Taking the elevator down to the kitchen and cutting through to get to the landing, I dumped my bag on the top of the cabinets.  

“Hey, Aeryn,” Tami called from the top of the stairs. 

“Hey.” I came up into the server area to see Tami and Nikki there. I ducked out into the sitting area and over to a computer monitor and pulled up the clock to clock in. 

“Did you hear about the animal attacks?” Nikki asked when I returned to the server area. 

I nodded. “Yeah. My RA had a quick meeting before I came here about it. Basically travel in groups or communicate with our dormmates about where we’re going and when we might be back.”

We all eventually dove into serving people. The shift went by quickly enough and there weren’t anyone I did not have to remove. At the end, I cashed out and collected my bag. With a quick text to Emily on the way out, I started to make my way back to the dorm building.

The streets were relatively quiet on the walk back. There was a small breeze that ruffled the leaves. I swore there was a noise on that breeze I could not place at first. It came around again and that time it sounded like a howl. My heart started racing and adrenaline flooded my system. I fought against the urge to run back to the dorm building. If it was a predator, it would be a bad idea to run. 

As I turned a corner, I saw a large body on four legs and feeding on a prone body. My own body froze in fear. I stood there for a few moments before noping out of the area. I turned in that weird calm way and started back down the street. There was another way I could take to get back to the dorms. 

My hands fumbled a little as I reached for my keys to unlock the main door for the dorm building. I double checked that the door was closed and locked behind me once I was inside. That thing was not a normal creature. Definitely too large for a normal wolf, and there were no wolves in the area. Coyotes, yes. Definitely not wolves. 

Emily was passed out on her bed with a class book and study papers before her. I left her to sleep while I gathered things for a shower. The thought of studying passed through my head as the hot water washed over my exhausted body.

#spn fanfic #supernatural #john winchester #dean winchester #original character

[idreamofhazeleyes]

I haven't abandoned this story. I just put it on the back burner for now. The story is just on a small vacation. It is currently out of office. It can't come to the phone right now. It just fell under my bed to sleep with the monsters. It never left my head. It is everywhere - except on paper.

[idreamofhazeleyes]

The Healing Touch Chapter 1

Kira Watson is seeking the help of the last therapist that is willing to help her with her mental health and trauma. Will he be like all the others? Or will he be the healing touch she needs?

@mrswhozeewhatsis @squirrelnotsam @impala-dreamer @idreamofplaid @winchestergirl-13

Chapter 1

My leg bounced. This was my last chance to have a therapist. All the others had dropped me as a client within six months of taking me on. Some claimed that I had too much trauma compounded by several different events to tackle even one single trauma.

“Kira Watson,” a voice called out.

I suppressed a small jolt at the voice before turning to see the receptionist standing at the door, holding it open. I moved toward it all the while avoiding her gaze. I did not want to see the judgement on her face.

“Right down the hall, first door on the left,” the receptionist said.

The door was open as I approached. I rapped on it as I cautiously peered into the room.

The man at the large desk looked up and gave a gentle smile that would have put any one at ease. The corners of his eyes, I couldn’t tell if they were hazel green or apple green, crinkled and there was a small tell of a five o’clock shadow.

“Hi, Ms. Watson,” he greeted. “Close the door if you please and take a seat.”

I wasn’t too sure about the closed door. Alone in a room with an unknown man was not on top of my list. Yet I did not come all this way to give up now. With a deep breath I closed the door and took a rigid seat on one of the two couches.

He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. “I am Dean Winchester.”

I remained silent. There was a small part of me that did not want to get comfortable because he would give up on me like everyone else. If I stayed silent, he would give up on me and I would be on my own. Either way I would be on my own trying to figure out what to do.

He leaned forward and rested his arms on his desk. “I see we’re going to have a little bit of a time warming up. I have heard a little bit about you from some of my contacts. Severe anxiety, depression. Trust issues. Family issues.”

“You’re judging me.” I don’t know where it came from. “Just like the rest of the ones I’ve seen.” I leaned back onto the couch with a huff.

“Why would I judge you?”

“Everyone else does.” I was quiet as I looked away and crossed my arms.

“I’m not in the position to judge anyone. I’m in the position to help you. Only if you allow me to do so.”

“Why should I let you help me? I’ve had many therapists and psychiatrists all around my last home town. They’ve tried to help before giving up. Why should you be any different?”

Dean sat there for a few quiet moments, folded hands before his mouth.

I did my best to not stare at it. “This is a waste of time.” I moved to stand.

“I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”

A hand came to rest on the doorknob as I slowed. If I stepped through the door, I gave up. “I…I don’t trust you.” I barely heard my voice.

“I’m sorry, I did not hear you.”

My head turned slightly in his direction. “I don’t trust you. I trust no one.”

“You’ve trusted me enough to be here.”

“Do I?” I turned to him. “You know why I don’t trust easy, Doc? Because both my parents cheated on each other in a loveless marriage. Neither cared enough about me.” My voice started to rise. “I was an afterthought; something to use as a weapon against the other in an argument. The schools I’ve been to didn’t care. Hell, I considered myself lucky to eat a meal a day. So excuse me for not trusting you.”

Silence fell between us as Dean soaked in my words.

“I’m sorry about all of that,” he said after a few moments. “Do you want to talk about one of those issues?”

I wanted to. I also wanted to leave before he gave up on me. Dean hadn’t moved from behind the desk with a non-judgmental look on his face. He was willing to take a chance on me. Maybe I could take the chance with him as well.

I retook my seat on the couch and put my hands in my lap. My mind raced with what I could start with.

“Do you mind if we start with how you mentioned you were an afterthought to your parents?”

“How far back do you want me to go?”

“When did you first remember, or realize, that your parents did not prioritize your care?”

#spn fanfic #supernatural #spnfanficpond #spnfic #spn au

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Five Word Sentences

"I feel lost without you."

"What's your problem with me?"

"I don't see the problem."

"Not what I came for."

"I guess you are right."

"Did you lie to me?"

"Why did you do that?"

"I'm really disappointed in you."

"Can you please just go?"

"I miss you every day."

"This must be a mistake."

"Fine, I'll go with you."

"I don't feel so good."

"No need to be gentle."

"You have lied to me!"

"We don't know the truth."

"That just can't be right."

"I'm not happy without you."

"Have you ever loved me?"

"I'm always on your side."

"Not exactly what I expected."

"Find someone else to annoy."

"I don't miss you anymore."

"That's a very stupid idea."

"It gave me great joy."

"Let's just call it love."

"Kiss me or leave me."

"There is something between us."

"I don't actually believe you."

"You're not a good person."

[idreamofhazeleyes]

Intimate Moments

hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other's shoulder

breathing in the other's smell

whispering to each other

cuddling on the couch

walking hand in hand

playing with the other's hair

softly smiling at each other from across the room

telling each other how proud they are of them

leaning into the other person

feeling for the other's hand

pressing a kiss onto the other's hair

humming a melody together

playing with the other's fingers

holding each other's gaze

absentmindedly massaging each other

resting their hand on the other's thigh, slowly stroking it

handing the other one a hot cup of tea, their hands touching for a moment

moving closer in bed

reassuring touches

telling each other I'm here

cuddling in the first morning light

hiding their face in the other's neck

telling each other how much they love them

eating from each other's plates

brushing against each other, even if there is enough room

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