"Get up quick!  Dean's attorney is here and he said he needs to talk to him."  Sam yells through the door and I can barely wake up before Dean jumps out of bed, making the spot he was in cold to the touch. "Shit.  That doesn't sound good at all."  He shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair, from the front to the back.   Rifling around on the floor for his jeans and shirt, he turns the light on when he can't find them immediately.  Yelling out to Sam, he says, "Let him know that I will be out in a minute or two.  I just have to put some clothes on." Hearing her drop something outside the door, she eventually says, "No problem, but hurry.  It's important." Still trying to wake up, I stretch and yawn before climbing out from underneath the covers.  When I do, a shiver goes down my spine and I get goosebumps from the chill in the air.  Quickly finding my clothes, I pull on my pants and swe

"What do you mean?  Why are you selling the stable and the horses?"  Troubled, I question Brad while I walk Nelly.  Stopping, I wait for an answer and realize he has absolutely no intention of telling me.   It's getting really chilly out today.  Even wearing my ultra warm coat rated to 30 below, I can still sense the cold seeping into my bones.  So, when I stop and wait for him to say something else, I hasten him along a little by saying, "And."  The look he gives me is priceless and I end up bursting out in laughter.  Looking at me sterny, he stomps off. Mounting Nelly, I squeeze with my thighs and she instinctively moves.  Catching up with him quickly, Nelly falls into an easy stride next to him.  He steels a glance at me and then back down at the ground before he tells me.   "I have all my money tied up into the company and now this wedding.  Sam doesn't know and she doesn't need to know

Not knowing what is going on, we rush Nicole to the hospital.  Where the blood is coming from, we can only guess.  Just hoping that the baby is O.K., we wait outside in the waiting room to hear from the doctors.   When it has been over an hour, I start to really worry and watch as Dean stands up and paces around the room.  Grabbing a cup of coffee from the vending machine, I hand it to him and try to calm him down.  I can tell that he will make an excellent father and hope that some day, I will be blessed with children of our own. Finally about a half an hour later, the doctor comes out with one of the doctor's in training.  He states, "We had to do an emergency surgery on her, but we think that her and the baby should be fine.  She will just have to stay in the hospital for awhile, till they are out of the woods.  With her only a couple months pregnant, the danger is higher for a miscarriage than it would have been if she

"Oh my god!" I hear Dean shout before coming to my side.  Even though everything is black, my hearing is still good, except for one thing.  The shotgun blast is still ringing in my head.  The sharp pain exploded throughout me like red-hot fire.   "Call 911 now!"  He screams at someone across the room and then I pass out.  "Hey, she is waking up.  Get the doctor."  Dean yells excitedly as I try to open my eyes. I hear someone else rush in with a heavy step and then stop right next to me.  With my head still pounding, I force my eyes to open.  Immediately I close them and start to cry because the light makes my head hurt ten times worse than it did before. "Jenna, can you hear me?  I am doctor Albright."  He says softly. Barely opening my eyes, I cry out, "Turn the lights off." "Well, that's a good sign."  Dr. Albright answers half laughing. I watch Dea

"Welcome home, baby."  Dean says warmly as he gives me a kiss.  He opens the door and I step inside.  The first thing I notice, is the gorgeous red roses that decorate the entry way.  The fragrance fills my nose with the sweetest scent and I close my eyes.  Realizing that for once in a very long time I am truly happy, I turn around after opening them and reach up to kiss Dean. His lips feel amazing against mine and when he scoops me up in his strong arms, I am not surprised at all to find a huge bed awaiting me in the master bedroom.  His eyes say it all, when I gaze into them fondly and see the desire so blatantly obvious inside.  Kissing me again, he thrusts his tongue into every inch of my mouth and our tongues do the tango.  But what I like most, is when he places me down on my feet for a brief moment to rip his clothes off and stand in front of me totally naked. Right away, my eyes wander to his erection.  Standing at