This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

“The church?” Sam repeated.

“Yes… why?” she asked with curiosity.

“Oh nothing”, Sam breathed, giving her a warm smile. It always seemed weird things happened when churches came into the picture, he thought to himself.

He sifted onto the road wondering where Dean was as he put the little care through the paces. He didn’t like being separated long as of late… not since… He shook his head.

“What’s bothering you Sam?” Stormy asked. “You seem so preoccupied.”

He squeezed her hand with a smile. “Nothing really Stormy, just been a long night is all.” He sidestepped her question carefully, no way was he even going there.

It wasn’t long before the road began curving and a large building came into looming clarity.

“Is this it? This where you live?” He asked as he pulled into the deserted church drive. Something was beginning to buzz at the base of his skull and he felt something wasn’t quiet right.

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This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

Dean stood in the shower, eyes closed, smiling. Even through the sound of the water running he could hear the gasps and the moans and the giggles. It were good sounds. After everything Sam had been through… it was the best sounds he had heard in a long time.

“Lucky bastard”, Dean mumbled still smiling.

But as the minutes dragged on he grew impatient. Did Sam really think he was going to spend the entire night in the ugly bathroom while he enjoyed himself in bed?

Enough was enough, Dean decided. Besides he was starting to get wrinkle-toes and wrinkle-fingers. He turned the shower off, making as much noise as he could stepping out of it and wrapping a towel around the waist. He cleared his throat loudly, counted to three, hoping the kids would at least have the sense to crawl under the covers, or something.

Then he opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.

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This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

“Well Ill be damned”, Sheriff Miller breathed as he bent over the spot Marissa’s had died. “Where the hell did she go?” He looked around nervously, his fingers smoothing over the well worn hilt of his 45.

Willard was playing out an Ace Ventura, gun out, moving left to right in exaggerated motions, scanning the dense shrubbery close by.

“Just what was I dragged out of bed for?” Came the irritated voice of the bony doctor, shoving his spectacles higher across his thin nose as he lifted Deans bloody and mangled shirt into the air.

Miller scratched his head. “I am sorry, Doc. But I swear that there is a body.”

The doctor nodded sadly. “Another dead girl? Who?”

“Someone named Marissa. No one from town.”

“Do you think the monster grabbed her?” Willard asked, his eyes widening with youthful enthusiasm.

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This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

The alley behind the Goat’s Head looked like any other alley behind any other bar. Dean had seen a lot of them.

He buried his fingers in Marissa’s luxurious hair and closed his eyes focusing on the sensation of her lips against his of her hands struggling with the buttons of his shirt. Finally she simply ripped it apart, sending the buttons flying.

“You feel so good”, she mumbled, running her fingers over his chest, raking her nails across his nipples causing him to shiver.

The fog was still thick, still enveloping them. And now it had a tangy, salty smell.

“Strange”, Dean mumbled.

“What?” Marissa asked, smiling at him.

“I think I can smell the sea.”

She laughed. “You think you can smell the sea at a time like this? Honey…” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close. “I think you think too much…” She claimed his mouth again, savagely nibbling at his lower lip.

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This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

“At least I haven’t gulped down half a bottle of Jack Daniel’s”, Sam said as they locked the door behind them and headed of in the direction of the bar.

“What?” Dean asked, for a second wondering what the hell Sam was talking about.

“Back at the Blue Moon Motel, before Bobby called”, Sam specified. “You were sitting on the bed drinking whiskey as if it were Pepsi.”

Dean gave him a weary glance. “So?”

“So you are in no shape for driving.”

“At least I wasn’t the one almost smacking into a sheep”, Dean retorted. The he sighed. “Look, Sammy. I don’t want to fight with you. We have a job to do, remember? Let’s just get it over and done with and then I’ll be happy to play Dr Phil and Ophra with you.”

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This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

Sam’s mouth dropped open and Dean smiled at the lovely black haired woman smiling at them. Her body curvy within the sheep’s wool coat hugging her form. The full-length coat brushing the edges of her high heel boots.

“Uh”, Sam stuttered as she smiled with amusement looking at the car. “Wow I haven’t seen one of these in years, ” she drawled in a singsong voice.

“It’s his! ” Both brothers said simultaneously, pointing at each other.

‘And a sense of humour too” She laughed and extended her hand, pale slender fingers crowning it. “I’m Marissa,” she breathed as Dean quickly took her hand .Sam rolling his eyes at his brother’s audacity

“Jason Bates”, he introduced himself, lying smoothly. “And this is my brother Freddy.”

“Hi”, Sam said with a little nod.

“Are you here about the murders?” Marissa asked, smiling at them both with perfectly painted red lips.

“Yeah.” Sam frowned a little. “How did you know?”

The woman laughed, a silvery sound that seemed to echo in the fog. “Why else would anyone visit Mansion this time of the year. Are you reporters?”

“Correct”, Dean said with his most charming smile. “It’s like you can read minds.”

Marissa laughed again, then lifted her graceful hands to her temples. “Hmmm… I sense that you are in need of shelter… and food…”

“Correct again.” Dean’s smile widened. “If you guess right one more time you win the prize.”

“What prize?” Marissa asked, tilting her head a little.

Sam had had enough. “Is there anywhere else to stay in this town?” He asked before his brother could make any indecent proposals.

“There is a motel just north of here”, Marissa said. “The Alhambra Hotel is only open during the summer.”

“It seems as if the entire town is only open during the summer”, Dean commented.

“That’s not far from the truth”, Marissa replied. “And it’s been even more quiet since the murders. The poor girls…” She said, shaking her head sadly. “Who is capable of doing something like that…”

Dean and Sam shared a glance.

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This story is written by Alterra von Feures and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural.

Set after the end of Season 2. Dean and Sam goes after a creature that kills and feeds on young women. But, as Sam discovers, things get a bit more complicated than that when he finds himself attracted to one of the would be victims.

The hideously decorated motel room was blissfully dark. Deep shadows loomed in every corner subduing the brain-numbing, kaleidoscopic wallpaper.

At least that is something to be grateful for, Dean thought wryly, staring at the wall in front of him.

He sat on one of the two narrow beds, a half-empty bottle of JD in his hand. His short hair was tousled after he had mindlessly run his fingers through it time and time again, his eyes that usually held a mischievous spark was dark and dull, his sensuous lips were pressed together in a thin line, the jaw set, shoulders slumped. He looked as if he had been carrying the world on his shoulder and dropped it.

He was wracked with guilt.

The truth about his father’s death, the fact that John Winchester had made a pact with a demon, that he had died instead of Dean… it was eating him up inside. It was torture – and not the fun kind.

And there was no way he was going to tell Sam. The kid had been through enough.

“Take care of your brother”, dad had always said. And Dean had done his best. Take care of him… John had whispered before he died. Be strong, Dean. Don’t hesitate if it comes to that…

That.

Just the thought of turning a weapon against his little brother was enough to make him tremble. Was enough to make him curse and hate his father for leaving, for dying when it should have been him.

Dean lifted the bottle to his lips and took a swallow. The whiskey was liquid silk in his mouth and fire in his throat.

To die… To be at peace, free from this world’s mortal coil…

Dean longed for it, for the silence, the end of the nightmares. But John Winchester had tied him to life with bonds of blood and duty. And he hated him for it. And loved him. (more…)

By Sharma Wild. First posted at A Teaspoon & An Open Mind, 2007.

Sequel to Common Ground: After having returned from adventure Rose wanders through the TARDIS and finds the Doctor dancing alone. Entranced by the music and the Doctor himself, she joins him…

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By Sharma Wild. First published on A Teaspoon & An Open Mind, 2007.

Sequel to Deciphered: The balance between Rose and the Doctor has somewhat been restored, but for how long? Desire is a thing not easily denied, as the Doctor finds out…

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By Sharma Wild. First published on A Teaspoon & An Open Mind, 2007.

Sequel to In Dreams: Dreams and fantasises can no longer quench her fire. Rose yearns for the Doctor’s touch, but will he welcome her or will he push her away?

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