Hey everyone, for all those who enjoyed Yin Yang and where angry with me for its ending, here is the sequel. Unlike before where the story had been finished before I put anything on the net, now I am writing and posting it as I go. Should be more difficult but this way I'll get feedback along the way which will help me improve what's to come.

For those who haven't read Yin Yang, it's not particularly necessary but you would enjoy/understand the OCs more if you do: .net/s/5021582/1/Yin_Yang

Without further ado.... the first chapter.


Chapter 1: Skipping the Beat

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'Crap!' Julie yelled to herself in the mirror.

'What is it hun?' Sam asked peeping his head through the door.

'You!' she huffed squinting her eyes, 'it's all your fault!'

'What did I do?' Sam replied shrinking to only half his size.

'I'm fat and it's all because of you,' she said tearing up.

'Oh hunny, come here, you're not fat you're absolutely stunning,' he said enveloping her with one arm while the other rubbed her swollen stomach.

'Besides,' Sam added, 'we should be thrilled, we at least know that she's growing strong and big.'

'You think so?' Julie asked sniffing away her tears looking up at her husband.

'I know so,' Sam replied bending his head kissing away the involuntary tears Julie's hormonal system produced.

She sighed in reply: 'but I still don't have anything to wear tonight.'

'What do you say if you and I go to the mall right now, it's still open for another hour.'

'Thank you,' she said. She realize Sam would honestly do anything for her, like just the other night when she wanted roasted chicken and he had to drive all the way across town for it but when he came back she had fallen back to sleep and instead of being angry he just sighed and smiled and went back to lay close to her, listening to her heart beat.

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'Hey, you ready?' Dean asked as the pretty blonde opened the door.

'Give me ten more minutes, take a seat in the living room,' she replied.

Dean went over to the kitchen and grabbed a beer as he planted his ass on one of the barstools.

'You really think this is a good idea?' the blonde yelled from the bathroom.

'What?'

'Me meeting your friends and family on your brother's wedding anniversary?'

'Why not?'

'Isn't it a bit much? It's not exactly casual now is it?'

'Doll, you're with the Winchesters, everything is casual.'

'Yeah, that's why you are wearing a suit?' she bit back as she came into the kitchen.

Dean almost choked on his beer, he truly was looking at an angel.

'Waw, Ang, you look, waw,' Dean was at a loss for words.

Angela smiled and thanked God that searching two weeks for the perfect black cocktail dress hadn't been in vain because that was exactly the reaction she had been hoping for. She wanted everything to go perfect tonight, she wanted to celebrate her boyfriend's brother two-year anniversary but most of all she wanted to be accepted. She had heard many anecdotes about the entire group but she hadn't been invited until now. She knew a lot depended on tonight because of the way Dean spoke about his family, he had the utter most respect for each and every one of them and she knew that if any of them had an objection against her she would be out. Suddenly her heart skipped a beat. Her heart was doing that often the last few weeks. The first time that it happened was a few weeks after she had been accepted by Dr Laurie in the hospital. She had wanted to build herself a life in Connecticut, she had seen one too many episodes of Gilmore Girls and decided to find a town similar to Stars Hollow. Instead she landed in a crappy one-bedroom flat in an average big city. The only luck she had encountered was landing that job at the hospital. Dr Laurie had been wonderful, though she wasn't an MD but an emergency nurse, he had treated her with respect not like the other doctors who treated her like their personal slave or sometimes even scapegoat when something went wrong. She had liked Dr Laurie but all those feelings went away when her heart skipped a beat when she was on triage duty. A thirty-something male had placed himself between a young girl with a broken leg and an older man who couldn't stop coughing. He had a white-red chequered towel over his arm which appeared to be stained with blood. Suddenly Angela, who normally had all her ducks in a row couldn't stop herself from going over.

'Hi, what's wrong with you today?' she said bending her head a little like she was talking to a five year old.

'Nothing bad, you should treat him first,' he said nodding towards the cougher.

Angela agreed and led the old man to an exam-room. While she was doing the preliminary exams her mind never stopped going back to that crowded waiting room. She couldn't believe she had been able to still breathe after he had looked into her eyes with those painfully intense green eyes, her heart had skipped a beat.

When she returned to the waiting room he was still there, trying to keep himself awake by rubbing his eyes and stretching his legs from time to time. Just as she was about to approach him again, she heard that a gunshot victim was being brought in, and a she was still trying to decide which took precedence she listened to her meds degree and not her hormones so she rushed out to the ambulance parking lot.

When the gunshot victim had been officially declared dead she went back to the waiting room without much hope but he was still there and finally she took him to an exam room but as she closed the door behind them her heart skipped a beat.

'Name,'

'Clint Mansell,' he replied.

'Like the composer?' she asked sceptically.

'Yep, great, great grandfather,' he replied with a gigantic smile.

'But he ain't dead yet,' she replied squinting her eyes.

'Must be a different composer then.' He replied and though she knew it was a blatant lie she could not refuse that smug smile of his. She had lied on hospital papers before so the uninsured would still get treatment, this was no different or so she told herself.

'So what have we gotten ourselves into tonight?' she asked peering at the towel.

'Nothing yet but the night still young right?' he said with a devilish grin lifting his eyebrows, like she wouldn't understand the meaning of that phrase otherwise. Her heart didn't skip a beat but began racing instead.

'Sir, your arm?' she pointed trying to stay focused.

'Just a tiny cut,' he replied while carefully lifting the towel.

'Oh my God, keep that on the wound and apply pressure, blood is just gushing out.' She almost yelled as she picked up the phone and paged the plastic surgeon, who would be pissed that he would be called in for something other than a boob job but she didn't care, her patient would get the best care that she could give.

And so it happened, six weeks ago she had given the best care to her patient and since then her patient had been taking care of her.

He had fessed up to his real name and if she had been ten years old her diary would have been plastered with Mrs Dean Winchester and hearts but now her heart just kept skipping beats.

'Where did you go?' Dean asked.

'Nowhere,' Angela smiled trying to get back from the night she fell hard for this man.

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'Julie you look absolutely radiant, even more beautiful than two years ago when you married the ogre.'

'Thank you Dean,' Julie replied blushing her face red.

'What? Why do you believe him and not me when I say you're beautiful,' Sam argued.

Julie slowly turned her head towards Sam and said very calmly: 'because he doesn't use me as his incubator,' clenching her teeth.

'Guys, please, don't embarrass me, this is Angela,' Dean intervened.

'Hi it's really nice meeting you all finally,'

'Angela, this is my brother Sam,'

'Hi, Angela, Dean has told us a lot about you, how you saved his life and all,' Sam said winking.

'I did no such thing, that's too much credit,' Angela said absolutely beaming with pleasure, she playfully hit Dean.

Dean had never said that to Sam but Sam knew how to make a woman feel very, very welcome.

'This is Julie, his very pregnant wife,' Dean continued, 'this big fellow is Andy and he's been doing Christina for... how long now sweetheart?'

'Almost eleven years,' Christina said, 'hi it's nice to meet you,' she added shaking Angela's hand.

'And these two are Katie and Chris,'

'Hi,' Katie said shaking her hand as well.

'So two Chrisses huh, this could become complicated,' Angela said nervously, unfortunately no one understood the joke.

'So should we go in?' Dean asked trying to relieve the uncomfortable silence that had come down on the group.

'Yeah, yeah absolutely,' Sam answered with a lot of nods and agreement from the others.

The eight people went in the fancy restaurant Sam and Julie had chosen and headed to what could only be called an uncomfortable evening.

'So Julie,' Angela said, 'how far along are you?'

'About five months and a couple of weeks,'

'You know what the sex is going to be?'

'Ang, be polite please we're in a restaurant,' Dean said jokingly.

'No,' she hastily said blushing red, 'I meant the baby's,'

Unfortunately everyone had to laugh at Angela's obliviousness, they were all so used to Dean's dirty jokes that they no longer found them idiotic and childish. It made Julie think back to the time where her best friend was in the seat where Angela was sitting now. She would've slapped Dean on the back of his head and she would have told him off. Suddenly she really missed her friend.

'Well no we want to keep it a surprise,' Julie said when the giggling tied down.

'It's a girl,' Sam intervened.

'Yeah he keeps saying that it's a girl, actually he's counting on it but I'm not sure yet,' Julie added.

Dessert came and no big disasters had come down during dinner. Angela had even found a friend in Katie, but when she got up to go to the bathroom all tongues came untied.

'So,' Dean asked not looking up because he felt six pairs of eyes staring at him and the apple pie in front of him somehow seemed friendlier.

'She's nice,' Julie finally said.

'That's it?' he said looking up.

'What else can we say Dean?' Christina uttered, 'I mean we hardly know her, she seems perfectly fine,'

Christina's statement was agreed upon with the rest of the table.

'So that's all you got to say, she's nice? Well thank you very much.' Dean said gulping down his last piece.

'Look Dean, like Chris said, we hardly know her. I mean how long is this going to last? Another six weeks or so? Does she know what we do?'

'No she doesn't and she never will.' Dean replied reminiscing the catastrophe that had occurred two years ago; 'look I don't know where this is going, okay! It's still new and fresh and I don't do long relationships, but for now I had wished I had the support of my friends.' Dean said and when he finished his sentence he threw his napkin on his plate and escorted Angela who just came out of the bathroom out to the parking lot.

Angela didn't know what to say or ask, and though she hadn't known Dean for a very long time she knew not to disturb as he drove them to his house. She was surprised, apparently dinner had been a disaster, she could tell that much, but nevertheless he had taken her to his home, for the first time.

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Colin couldn't believe his luck.

He had been yanked out of his sofa by his trusty friends, who decided to cheer him up after his girlfriend had dumped him. He hadn't been able to sleep, eat or drink for days now and apparently his friends had had enough. But it didn't do much, he had been sitting in the boot listening to his friends chatter and nursing his beer, all the while wishing he was at home in front of the TV which was showing a horrible B-movie, no doubt. His friends were constantly pushing him to go up to a girl and asking her out, they didn't understand that the least he wanted was female company. For all he cared the entire race could burn in hell. How in hell's name could she dump him after all he had done for her? How could she flush a relationship of six months through the drain?

'Colin!'

'What?' he replied looking up from his golden ale.

'Look at that one! The lanky blonde at the bar.'

'Are you nuts? She's twenty-four or something!'

'So, you do know that cougars are prowling these days, look at Demi!'

'Who?'

'Ashton Kutcher's girlfriend,'

'Oh her,'

'Come on man, she's been eyeing you all evening you have to go and talk to her and do justice to mankind!' Alexander, Colin's best friend pushed.

Colin glanced carefully at the bar and cursed his friend because he was right, the blonde was now even winking and smiling at him, but he ignored it and went back to nursing his beer.

All of a sudden things changed though. When a brown haired woman walked in and went straight to the bar, he hadn't been checking the door but when she opened it, it was like a slow-motion scene when time stood still because the hero found his true love. The hero could smell it in the air and she would know the instant their eyes would meet. So Colin stared at her hoping she would turn around but she didn't. He studied her clothes and found them interesting, she had a blue pair of jeans on and a black simple tee with a fitting black leather jacket. Every now and then he could see her eyes as she faced the mirror that was hanging behind the liquor. He saw some kinship as her eyes screamed torture and pain, just like it did in his. She had known pain and survived, he wanted to know her secret. He noticed that she was alone there, her eyes fleetingly touched the bottles and the faces in the bar but it was obvious she wasn't waiting for anyone. It was more like she came in for a drink after a hard day's work.

'If you don't go up to her, I will!' Alexander said.

'Who? The blonde, go ahead my friend.' Colin said unaware that his staring had turned various heads in the bar.

'No the brunette idiot! Look at me, I'm getting up.' He said while slowly getting up giving his friend the time to intervene, surprisingly he did.

'Fine! Just get off my back!'

'Fine!' Alexander replied grinning that for the first time in a week he saw his friend's passion again.

Colin felt like someone had changed the rubber on his shoes and had made them iron. So with iron boots he stumbled to a woman absolutely breathtaking by any measure and at least seven or eight years older than himself but he didn't care anymore because she would feel the kinship too.

'Hi, I'm Colin' he stammered.

Slowly the brown-haired goddess turned her head and then she did something that he hadn't expected, he looked him up and down as if he were a piece of meat. She nodded in approval but he took it as a sort of greeting.

'Can I buy you a drink,' he now shouted over the music.

'And then what?' she asked.

'Maybe we could have a chat?' he said a bit stunned by her question.

'Here? With this crowd and this music? You didn't come here to talk!'

'Actually I didn't come here at all, I was kidnapped, please save me!' he said suddenly confident of himself. And she noticed it too, a little smile crept up. She downed her scotch and said: 'come on then, let's go,'

Colin followed the goddess outside and nodded at his friends right before he closed the door. He couldn't believe his luck, not only was he following his heroine, she walked straight to the most beautiful car in the lot. A red '65 Mustang, how awesome was she!

The ride over had been mostly silent, except for him exclaiming how cool her car was. She tended to agree.

He had found it very odd that the car had come with a seedy motel, but like the gentleman he was he hadn't commented on it.

'How old are you?' she suddenly asked pulling into the parking lot.

'Twenty-two,' he replied.

'Liar,'

'Old enough,'

She didn't answer, she just smiled a little.

He still couldn't believe his luck when he entered the room which was cosy at best. The cowboy-theme though, he liked. The goddess had turned off the lights the moment they had entered the already badly lit room. It was obvious to him that she wanted the lights out for whatever was going to go down here. Later he discovered why, though the curtains were closed some streetlight was still able to penetrate the room and as she had taken off her jacket and shirt he had seen the bruises and even two or three scars on her back. After seeing those he could no longer contain the chivalrous night that had been residing in him always and he took down the bra-straps while kissing her neck, and as he took off her bra he supported her breasts and wiped away the long chestnut hair.

Now he was lying on his back while the goddess was straddling him and though he had found her absolutely gorgeous before he now saw her faults in the dim light. As he placed his hands on her hips, he gripped them tight but noticed that there was not much to grip. She was way too thin if you asked him but then on the other hand, when he had caressed her stomach she had tensed up and he could feel the strong abs.

She remained a mystery to him and as he was about to climax he said panting: 'What's your name?'

But she groaned: 'it doesn't matter, it's just you and me,' and for the first time she looked him straight in the eyes not avoiding them as she did in the beginning. This resulted in him coming over and over again.

She got off him and got under the sheets, she turned his back on him and though he was quite confused at how one woman could have this great effect on him he turned to her caressing her side.

'Did you euhm... finish?' he asked uncertain.

'No, but I had fun,' she said faking fatigue, uncertain of what his next step would be he decided the best a hero should do was cuddle close and he spooned her.

'I think you should go now,' she said not turning around

'Yeah, sure,' he said completely thrown off balance, while his fairytale world was crashing down on him. This wasn't his princess, nor his goddess, this was just a woman who was looking for some distraction in a bar. But before he could turn the knob on the door, she spoke and made everything all right again: 'it's Lena by the way.' She trusted him with her name and he didn't just have anonymous sex. He was the prince, she the princess and the pain they both knew was their dragon, which they had slain together for just this night.