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One Hell of a Nap “Thank the God’s and Goddess.” Arie whispered. Sitting on her knees, she dropped the rope and brushed off her hands. She looked down at Dean and smiled softly. “Hey there stranger.” Sam had moved to the side of the grave and reached down with his good hand for his brother. “Come on Dean, give me your hand.” His voice was full of emotion and his eyes were brimming with tears. Dean tried to get his legs under him but only succeeded in falling back down into the coffin. “Son of a bitch!” He ground out between bouts of hard ragged coughs. Arie stood and went to the duffel bag and

Rebirth of a Winchester Arie closed the door to her room and locked it. Dropping her bag on the floor, she went to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. Leaning on the sink’s edge, she looked into the mirror. “You’re crazy you know that?” She said out loud to the image in the mirror. Pulling her hair back she splashed some cold water on her face and grabbed a towel. “It’s for Dean. Just keep telling yourself that and you’ll be fine.” Shaking her head and chuckling softly, she turned and left the bathroom. Picking up her bag, she unzipped it on top of the table and pulled out the herbs she’d

Bring Me to Life Arie bounded down the stairs and noticed the men hadn’t moved from where she left them. She dropped her bag next to the door and stepped between them. Looking to Lucian, her face softened. “Lucian, my love, I will be fine. You have my cell number and so does Raze. You can call anytime and IF there is a problem I will call, ok?” Turning her attention to Sam, her face hardened. “Let’s go. We’ll take my Jeep. Leave whatever you’re driving in the driveway.” She looked him over before moving to the door, keys in hand. She knew Lucian was watching her, glancing back, she smiled softly at hi

Trust In Me The silence between the trio was deafening. Lucian stared at Arie for a few moments before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Placing his hands on her shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. A rare smile played upon his lips and he pulled Arie to him and hugged her fiercely. Arie closed her eyes as she held onto Lucian as if she’d never hold him again. Her face was buried in his shoulder. She had told all about the war and about her relationship with Dean and also about his death. Arie had left no detail out. She knew there was no way to predict that Sam would of shown up that night. Looking to Sam with Arie

Lucian Sam narrowed his eyes as he looked at Arie. “What do you mean?” He sat back down in the chair and leaned forward. “Arie?” Arie turned her back on Sam and crossed her arms across her chest. “Lucian is a Lycan Sam.” Turning back to face him, “He’s a werewolf and the leader of the local pack and I’m a member of the pack and his mate.” She held her head up high and her back was board straight. She was not ashamed of who Lucian was. She loved him very much and it didn’t matter who or what he was. “You’re dating a werewolf? You’re kidding right?” He stood up and wa

13 years. That’s how long it had been since she’d seen Sam Winchester. The day they’d buried Dean was the last time she’d laid eyes on him but, here he stood in her doorway looking just as lost and broken as he’d looked that day at the cemetery. His head was bowed as he looked at her thru his shaggy bangs. “Arie….” “What do you want Sam.” No hello, no how ya doing. She had no time or patience for him. Swallowing several times, he lifted his head and looked her in the eye. “I…I need your help to bring Dean back. Please Arie. Please help me bring my brother back.” His eyes wer