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She rolls over in her sleep, moaning softly. “No,” she mumbles. “Please stop. Please.” She begins to whimper.

The sound wakes him as it has so many nights before. He rises on one elbow to look at her face. Her features are twisted in pain and her right hand is clenched so tightly the knuckles are white. It hurts him so much to see her suffer like this but Missouri and Alice both told him the only cure is time.

He reaches out to caress her face softly with the backs of his fingers. She’s so beautiful even in the harsh fluorescent light falling through the half open bathroom door. And that’s another change from before. She hates being without light even if it's just a sliver of artificial brightness. It took him a while to get used to sleeping with a light on but he never complained. Because he of all people understands.

In the dream she runs through endless tunnels trying to escape the black smoke. But she’s tiring and it’s getting closer. Suddenly angry she turns to face it. “Get away from me!” she growls and hits out at it.

Her hand connects with his cheek hard. He wasn’t expecting it and his eyes widen in surprise. She’s never done that before! But there’s no time to think about it because she’s twisting and writhing, trying to get away from him. Afraid she’ll fall out of bed or otherwise hurt herself he rolls on top of her, pinning her with his body as his hands grip her wrists. But that only makes her fight harder.

In the dream she struggles beneath the demon’s weight on a fur covered bed in a dark chamber. It’s finally happening, she thinks frantically, he’s raping me. And I can’t stop him. Tears flow down her face as she fights him.

“Anna!” he calls over and over. He’s afraid he’ll hurt her if she keeps struggling and he wants to pull her out of the nightmare anyway. “Anna, wake up!”

His deep raspy voice finally penetrates her terror and she follows it up out of the dream like a lifeline. “John!” she sobs.

He releases her wrists and rolls to the side, pulling her into his arms. She clings to him as she cries and he whispers soothing words against her hair, smoothing it back from her sweaty forehead. After a moment she lifts her face to his and he smiles gently.

“I’m here, sweetie. No demons.” He cups her cheek in his warm palm, feeling her begin to relax in his embrace.

“John,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry-”

“Shhhh.” He puts a finger against her lips. “I understand, baby. I had nightmares for a long time after I came back too. I’m just glad I can be here for you.”

She smiles weakly as he brushes away her tears. “I love you, John Winchester.”

“And I love you, Anna Winchester.”

She kisses him, softly at first. But as the ever present flame of desire between them flares to life the kiss becomes more passionate. And this is how the nightmares always end. At first he felt a little guilty, worried he was taking advantage of her need to forget. But then he broke down and confided his feelings to Alice and she explained with more than a little amusement that it was simply an affirmation of life for Anna so he should stop complaining and perform his husbandly duties. Then she laughed, unable to hold it in any longer, and he stomped out of the room. But he also stopped feeling guilty.

He buries his hands in his wife’s luxurious red hair as he explores her sweet mouth. Even after six months of marriage he craves her touch every single day. It was the same with Mary before she was so cruelly ripped away from him. At least that’s one thing I’ll never have to face with Anna again, he thinks. She already died once but now her life span is tied to his and they’re destined to die at exactly the same moment so neither will be left behind to grieve. He still worries she sold herself short but the deal is done.

Pushing all these thoughts aside he concentrates on making love to his wife. She rises to straddle him and his hands find her breasts, his thumbs rubbing lightly across the nipples. He watches her cat green eyes close with pleasure, her lips slightly parted, and grins at her reaction. Pulling her closer he takes first one nipple then the other in his mouth, teasing them with his tongue as she moans his name.

Shocks of electricity race through her body at the feel of his silken tongue, stoking the fire low in her belly ‘til it’s an inferno. She reaches between her legs to grasp him in her hand, smiling to find he’s already halfway there. He moans her name as she strokes him to full readiness then guides him into her.

“I love you,” he murmurs as her heat engulfs him.

She smiles and bites her lip as he arches into her. There’s no way on Earth she could love him more than she already does and tells him so. Their eyes meet and she quivers at the way his darken with desire. Desire for me and no one else, she thinks happily.

His hands continue to caress her breasts as she rocks her hips, setting a slow steady rhythm. He growls softly in the back of his throat and she shivers. Her hands find the dark mat of hair on his chest and she runs her fingers lightly through it, imagining it tickling her breasts. There was a time when both of them would have experienced her mental touch as a physical thing. That was the water faerie’s power though and Nemesis removed it after bringing her back to life. But she doesn’t want to think of that now so concentrates instead on how wonderful her husband feels inside her.

She throws her head back and he feels her hair lightly brush his thighs. It’s incredibly erotic and he’s glad she let it grow. Of course, that was partly to cover the mark left on her back by the Colt but he likes it long so doesn’t care why she did it. He grips her hips, urging her to move faster, and groans her name softly as she complies.

She leans forward as the pace quickens, her long hair falling in a curtain around them. Their eyes meet and he smiles to see how close to the edge she is. Her breathing shortens and suddenly the orgasm hits her. She cries out and tightens around him. He quickly pulls her down into a kiss to swallow her screams of pleasure then his own orgasm overtakes him, leaving him gasping against her neck.

She collapses on top of him, both of them trying to catch their breath. Suddenly she sits up and chuckles. His hands stroke her hips lightly as he asks, “What’s so funny, sweetie?”

His touch sends aftershocks shuddering through her body but she continues to laugh. “You used to say you loved to make me scream but you never do anymore.” She pretends to pout.

He knows she’s teasing from the sparkle in her eyes but forces his face into a serious expression as he responds, “That’s not true. I still make you scream. I just have to…keep it to myself. So you don’t scare the other motel guests.” He pulls her down into a kiss then murmurs against her mouth, “I don’t mind though. I’m too greedy to share you. Ever.”

“Me too,” she whispers before kissing him again. She snuggles against him and he pulls the blanket over them to keep her from getting cold. They fall asleep that way, both certain there will be no more bad dreams this night.

The same old tingle that I feel inside
And then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide.


Ladona gripped the spindles on the headboard and threw her head back. She used the strength of her arms and legs to match the hard rhythm of Dean’s hips behind her. The headboard beat against the wall of their motel room and their flesh slapped together. Dean’s hands were on her shoulders practically bending her backward in half. He drove into her with a frenzy that sent her over the edge time and again. Ladona called Dean’s name and tightened around him as her orgasm ripped through her. Dean followed a few seconds later, moving his hands to her hips and holding her fast against him. He called out while he pulsated and shook with the force of his own climax.

He collapsed on top of her, his head resting between her shoulder blades. They were still fused together, Ladona’s rear resting on Dean’s thighs. She let go of the headboard and rested her forehead on the mattress as the world slowly righted itself. Dean pulled away and rolled to the side, both of them groaning at the loss of contact.

“I hate that part,” Ladona whispered, pressing her body along the length of Dean’s. He pulled the blankets up to cover them both, the sweat on their skin cooling and making them both shiver. She nestled into the warmth of Dean’s skin and got quiet. Dean knew she was reliving this latest case.

Their lovemaking was always like this after a hunt, Dean thought, especially so after a hunt that didn’t go as planned. He sighed, thinking back over the night.

A nest of vampires had been using a mobile home park as a buffet. Dean and Ladona had tracked them through blood found at one of the murder scenes and had taken out several of them during the bright light of day when the vamps were sleeping. Earlier tonight, they’d cornered the last two in a trailer that had been home to a woman and her three kids. Dean and Ladona broke into the trailer too late to save the mother and one of the children. They both tried to find comfort that at least the kids would have each other.

Ladona knew she and Dean had done everything they could to save that family. It didn’t lessen the sadness she felt thinking about the children growing up without their mother, but the hunter in her recognized the futility of dwelling on it. “We’ll have to come back to Florida after this job,” she said sleepily. “I really want to go to DisneyWorld and swim in the ocean.”

Dean grinned into her hair and kissed the back of her head. “That sounds like a good plan. I’d rather stay down where it’s warm, anyway.” How many times as kids had he and Sam wished their father would take them? Ladona had been the same as a kid and during their long drives between cases, they’d often mentioned making a point of making that wish come true. Swimming in the warm waters of the Gulf sounded great, too. Dean had no problem imagining Ladona in a bikini, attracting the stares of other guys on the beach, as she laid in the surf soaking up the sun.

He and Ladona were in the panhandle of Florida, and judging by where John said Smuggler’s Run was located, it would take a good five hours to get there. Dean wanted to get to Smuggler’s Run sometime before noon so they would have plenty of time to talk about the case and get a plan together. He looked forward to seeing John, but wished Anna wasn’t also part of the package now. The usual unpleasantness took hold of him, but he pushed it down, knowing that if he didn’t, he’d never get to sleep.

A little more than two hours later, Dean loaded their bags into the trunk of the Impala and slid behind the wheel. A tired and grumpy Ladona was already slumped against the door with her arm curled underneath her head. “We can sleep when we get there,” Dean said. She turned and gave him an evil look before putting her head down again and closing her eyes. He sighed and looked heavenward before putting the car in gear and pulling away from the hotel.

A couple hundred miles later, Dean watched Ladona watch the miles roll by. She’d never fallen asleep and after a while, had scooted over and laid her head on his thigh, her legs curled up on the wide seat. A quick bathroom break at a gas station to refuel was the only stop they made and now that the sun was up, Dean knew Ladona was looking at the fall colors of the trees, most of which this far south had just started to turn.

I could watch her all day, he said to himself. “That Old Black Magic” played on the radio and Dean watched Ladona’s fingers tap out the guitar solo on her leg. He chuckled to himself as he listened to the words and the similarity wasn’t lost on him. Dean thought of how much he loved her and swore he could feel his heart swell at just the thought. She had a wide, warm smile and a way of putting others at ease. She laughed easily, but she also had a temper that was best left alone and could argue her point just as doggedly as Dean could argue his.

She’d been hurt, though, Dean knew. Ladona’s mother had died when she was barely a teenager and she hadn’t had contact with her father or her brother in years. She’d been on the run from her power when Anna found her and gave the young woman a card that led her to the B & B and the war. Then there was partnering with him, which Dean knew had been no picnic. He’d been hard on her and impatient, which he could now admit was because he’d wanted her even then and was doing everything in his power to keep their relationship strictly business. Then she made the first move, albeit for the wrong reason, and he never looked back, glad they were together now for all the right reasons.

“What are you thinking about?” Ladona asked, bringing Dean back to the present.

He lifted one shoulder. “A lot of things. Nothing. A lot of nothing.”

Ladona slid back over the seat to rest her head on his shoulder. “I was trying to remember if I set a silencing spell last night.” The spells they used most often now simply kept sound contained to within a space and didn’t block out all noise. That wouldn’t be prudent given the number of enemies they still had.

Dean laughed. “Maybe we should learn to be a little less … enthusiastic.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Ladona argued, running her tongue up the side of Dean’s neck to his earlobe, enjoying his shiver.

He pushed her playfully away. “Not while I’m driving,” he said sternly, shaking his finger at her.

Ladona lifted an eyebrow. “That’s not what you said on our way out of New Orleans.” She turned on the seat and started to unbutton her shirt.

“Don’t,” Dean warned her, putting his hand out to shield her from view. “We only have an hour or so to go.”

Pretending to pout, Ladona gave an exaggerated sigh and sniffed while she refastened the top buttons. “Fine. You’re a party pooper sometimes, you know that?”

“Riiiight,” Dean said, taking the exit for Smuggler’s Run and looking forward to getting Ladona naked again as soon as possible.
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Date:January 15th, 2008 07:53 pm (UTC)
I am so far behind on stories, but I wanted to poke in a few comments here as I'm reading!!!

Awwwwww, Anna sleeps with the light on now? That poor girl!


Oh noes! She hit John! Bad Anna! Okay, so not her fault, but still! Poor both of them! I love that he calls her Anna Winchester. So freekin' sweet!

Bwahahahhaha!!! John's "husbandly duties!" And then he stomps out in a huff...NICE!!! Alice is such a smartass. Love Alice! She better not die. I'm just sayin!

Anna and John and Dean and LaDona (not altogether, you pervs!)...


*iz ded*

Everyone is in a freekin' hotel! Bunch of hussies! *giggle* And they're working. Huh - does that mean they get paid by the hour now?


Awww Dean still doesnt much like Anna eh? Sad.

I like how the story summaries tie in to the present action. It's very well done. Can't wait for the next part!
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Date:January 15th, 2008 08:20 pm (UTC)
Of COURSE Dean and John get paid by the hour! *giggle*

Yes, Dean still has issues to deal with involving Anna. Angst! *is gleeful*

I am SO offended you'd think I (we) would kill Alice! Really, where does this come from?!? *sob*
Date:January 15th, 2008 08:24 pm (UTC)
Anna's got some dark issues ... Dean has Anna issues ... John has protecting-Anna-issues ... gee ... I realize now that Ladona is the only sane one of the quartet!

*gleeful giggles*


The Winchesters are nothing if not ... passionate! *hee*
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Date:January 15th, 2008 11:47 pm (UTC)
Commenting again on your bits only...

Hawt sex! *drools profusely* I hope Dean carries cash to replace the stuff they break... LOL

I love Ladona giving Dean an evil look then him looking heavenward. Does he expect help? Cuz I wouldn't be too optimistic there, buddy. God's lookin' down at you and laughin' her butt off! *giggle*

“A lot of things. Nothing. A lot of nothing.” What an answer! So Dean. hee hee

And who knew Ladona was such a slut? OK, we all did but it's a rhetorical question! LOL. Unbuttoning her shirt while the poor guy's driving? Oooh, she makes him wreck the Baby and Alex is gonna kill her!

Ladona sniffed! Was that an homage to a certain ETG? I'm gonna pretend you answered yes. *grin*
Date:January 16th, 2008 12:26 am (UTC)
Well, thanks ... you know we put in lots of shout-outs to the SnObs in this! That's just one of many ...


And is it slutty to want to shag your boyfriend all the damn time or is that just having a healthy libido?
Date:January 16th, 2008 04:08 am (UTC)
TWO sex scenes! Yay! You girls are really going for the gold here, aren't you?

And they're so different, but so yummy. *looks to see if hubby is available for a go-around* Damn. Asleep already.

Loved John stomping off in a huff but ceasing to feel guilty. Love Ladona unbuttoning her shirt while Dean's driving (tried that one myself a few times). Loved Dean making her rebutton then planning on getting Ladona naked again.

Still with the Anna issues, Dean? What's up?

Oh, and I love the name of your town. Very cool.
Date:January 16th, 2008 03:11 pm (UTC)
Please stop using that icon ... it makes me all ... tingly and unable to think straight! GAH

Dean's Anna issues will become clear ... and I think you'll agree he deserves a good biff upside the head. Still agreed that you do the biff and I kiss the pain away? *looks hopeful*

Glad you like the name of the town ... that was actually kinda hard now that I think about how we went back-and-forth about it.
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Date:January 16th, 2008 04:09 pm (UTC)
What back-and-forth? You came up with it and I loved it!

Guess the memory's the first thing that goes... Sad.
Date:January 16th, 2008 05:52 pm (UTC)
No, I vote we trade. I wouldn't want to keep you from delivering needed consequences. I, of course, am being noble. It has nothing to do with kissing Dean.
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Date:January 16th, 2008 01:51 pm (UTC)
Okay. I'm gonna let you gals in on a teeny tiny little secret.

I have been reading these stories. All of these stories. I just do not comment on them at all anymore because my comments tend to be very repetitive and kinda sorta juvenile at times. I mean, there is only so much squeeing that one can do in a post. You know?

Anyway, I would just like to say that you guys suck for using my last name in the first story part.

*is crushed*

But, at least you didn't use my first name. Hmmm.

*wonders if you were really gonna use my first name and decided against it*

I will just say this. Everyone and I mean everyone who still writes does a tremendous job. Stellar, even. I know how much time and effort that you gals put into your writing and I would like to say that I really do appreciate it very much.

This will probably be my only comment on this story. But, again; I just wanted to let you know that I was reading and I am not commenting because I don't want to stink up y'alls LJ posts with my rampant repetitiveness.

That is all.

Date:January 16th, 2008 03:09 pm (UTC)
Dear Sean ... Your comments are welcome and lovely and appreciated so please don't stop!

I'm soooo glad you like the stories and here's a little secret: we put shout-outs to Snobs all over the place. The last name is just a happy coincidence! *grin*

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Date:January 16th, 2008 09:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much for saying that to me, Heath. It really does mean a lot.


I was only teasing you about the last name thing. It's really no biggie. Yay for SnOb shout-outs! Those are way cool.

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Date:January 16th, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC)
Ditto what Heath said about your comments being welcome, sweetie. Always.

But don't believe for a MINUTE that she didn't pick that last name on purpose! OMG, Heath freakin' KILLED Sean!

And *I* have the bad rep?
Date:January 16th, 2008 04:24 pm (UTC)

Did not.

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Date:January 16th, 2008 04:58 pm (UTC)
I'm going under the assumption it was in retaliation for Sean FREEKIN' SHOOTING SAMMY!!!!

Do not infringe on my daydream, dammit!
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Date:January 16th, 2008 09:18 pm (UTC)
Here's a little Daddy/Dean icon for you there, Sweetie.


Now, I really do sincerely appreciate your comments to me.

But, what's this nonsense about my last name being used on purpose?




Just so you know, y'all are so mean to me. I literally saw that last name and screamed out loud. Like I said, at least you didn't use my first name. And, the age is all wrong. That little Chickie is way too young compared to me. Thank Goodness. I thought that it was me for about a hot second.

You do have a bad rep, ETG. Gee, I wonder why?

*innocent smile*
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Date:January 17th, 2008 01:26 am (UTC)
Please comment! Please!! Please!! I love to know what you liked and didn't like and all that! I love all comments!!

I apparently love exclamation marks too...hee
Date:January 16th, 2008 03:06 pm (UTC)
OK - since I don't know how else to do this, I'm leaving comments for Suk here about her parts of the story.

Not that you don't know this already, but DAY-UM John and Anna are HOT! I love their dynamic ... it's like the perfect relationship. The one we all dream of having with a man who respects us, listens, doesn't feel he's better just cuz he has a penis, who truly enjoys our company.

And he's all protective and supportive and ... THERE, ya know?


I love them.
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Date:January 16th, 2008 04:21 pm (UTC)
Hey, if I'm gonna fantasize, I'm goin' for the GOLD! LOL

Glad you enjoyed my sex as much as I enjoyed yours.

*LOVES how pervy that sounded*
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Date:January 17th, 2008 01:14 am (UTC)
Oh, poor Anna! Having horrible nightmares. But I can see how everything she'd been through would cause some lingering trauma. Post traumatic stress disorder, for one.

I totally hear Anna telling John to perform his husbandly duties and John getting his knickers in a twist about it. Aw, but at least he was concerned and asked her about it.

It must be nice for them to actually get to make love in the here and now, in real life AND not in hell. I mean, I know when they were together in the other story they were together, but there must be something even better about what's happening now for them. (Which, by the way, is hot and sexy! And now I know sex fends off nightmares....)

"Mobile home park as a buffet" *love*

I have a giggle at the idea of Dean going to Disney. I can see him being kind of horrified by the whole thing! But I like the backstory refresher on this couple so we're caught up. It's a good thing to do because with so many stories containing the same characters, it's sometimes tough to remember what happened to the characters in which story.

And I love that he thinks about how he loves her! Look! Introspective Dean! *love*

Dean just turned down sex? Are you serious??? *checks his forehead for a fever* Wow. Maybe he's just exhausted from earlier! lol
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Date:January 17th, 2008 01:51 pm (UTC)
Mmmmm. Making love in the flesh is definitely better! *wanders off into fantasy and refuses to come back*
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Date:January 17th, 2008 02:43 pm (UTC)
I'm sure not going to pull you out of happyland, nosirree, not me! Enjoy!!!
Date:January 17th, 2008 02:20 pm (UTC)
Doesn't Suk do such a good job of exploring Anna's feelings about being out of hell and back with John and trying to reconcile the past with the present ... of course, having a warm Winchester around certainly doesn't hurt!

Could you see Dean on Space Mountain?! OMG - he'd probably scream his bloody head off and then act all macho and BFD when he got off. I can see Ladona laughing her fool head off, tears, shaking, the whole thing. *grin*

Yeah, Dean turned down sex, but ONLY because they were so close to their destination. You know he would have pulled over in a heartbeat otherwise. I had it in my mind that she wasn't really serious, just teasing.
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Date:January 17th, 2008 02:37 pm (UTC)
Yes, Suk did an excellent job exploring Anna's fears and her adrenaline response. Who hasn't been woken up by someone knocking at the door, and had that moment of 'what's going on?' And having a warm Winchester around does make things easier. Or...harder...I bet... *grin*

I think you're absolutely right about Dean and roller coasters. Wouldn't they feel a lot like an out-of-control airplane?? Hm!! Ladona would never let him live that one down.
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Date:January 17th, 2008 01:20 am (UTC)
Oh wait, it was Alice who teased him about his husbandly duties. Sorry. Must read for content!! *silly Alex*
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