IS THIS THAT RABBIT HOLE?

Arandi opened her eyes finding herself in her room at the penthouse. She made to move but gasped as pain pulsed through her body.

"Stay still and rest." She heard Dean's voice and she remembered what had happened.

"Did I get hit by a car?" She asked.

"You got hit by a Sammy which is probably the equivalent." Dean sighed standing now where she could see him.

"I didn't mean to react like that it's just that since I could see you anyone could and the image of people thinking I'm such an idiot wife upset me." Arandi lied.

"I shouldn't have let that happen and you're right out where anyone can see like that isn't good, I wasn't thinking." Dean said easily, Arandi didn't need to know that he had been on the verge of stopping it anyway because after what had happened last night it wasn't even close to turning him on.

Arandi winced trying to get comfortable.

"I'll bring you some soup and crackers." He said and left the room.

Arandi sighed and stared at the ceiling fuck her life was screwed up. She had gotten jealous for a man she thought she hated, now what?

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They had managed to avoid each other for the most part now that Arandi had her store to keep her busy. He would have to be there for the opening but for the most part he just wanted time to get past the moment she had fucked him cross eyed and made him scream.

That had been a blow to his over inflated ego, he was the man, he was always in control, he wasn't supposed to let any woman turn him to pile of quivering heated flesh like that and fuck here he was sitting with a rock hard cock just at the thought.

He had to take care of that. He dressed to kill and headed to the club.

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Arandi knew that Dean spent a lot of time at clubs and she knew why. As much as she wanted to find someone to fall in love with once, now she just wanted to live her life and enjoy her store.

She hated herself for wanting Dean to want her again so she had a little test in mind, dressing to the nines and going to the same club she knew Dean would be at.

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He was hard and horny as he pinned the blond to the wall in the darkness of the clubs many nooks, he hadn't kissed her and he just planned on a fuck and run and life would go on.

That was the plan anyway until the blond was shoving him away. "My name's not Arandi you fucking dick." She stormed away.

Dean leaned back against the wall letting his head fall back with a small thud hoping the slight sting of pain would fucking bring him to his senses. Seconds from getting what he needed he had called Arandi's name and just what the fuck was he supposed to do with that?

"Fuck this shit." He groaned heading back to the bar to start over but the sight that caught his eyes made his blood rush and oh hell the fuck no.

Arandi was standing at the bar sipping on a Long Island iced tea with a tall blue eyed guy and if he got any closer he'd be wearing her.

The dress she was wearing had half the nimrods there gawking.

Dean saw red as he pushed his way towards them grabbing Arandi by the arm and yanking her towards him.

"Dean what are you doing?" Arandi asked wincing at the strong hold on her arm.

"You're my wife last time I fucking checked!" Dean growled moving to take her out of the club.

Arandi's would be suitor threw a punch connecting solid with Dean's jaw. Dean stumbled back but didn't fall and he flew at the man and they fought punch to punch.

Arandi watched stunned and didn't know whether or not to interfere. She had never seen Dean so pissed and he had the upper hand in seconds taking the man down with an upper cut that literally lifted him off his feet.

Dean threw money at the bartender a silent acknowledgement for her to cover his ass and he pulled Arandi forcefully out of the club.

"Dean you're one that said we both had our freedom to do this." Arandi said trying to keep up with his pace without falling.

"I changed my mind so fucking sue me." He growled.

"I don't understand." Arandi pushed.

Dean stopped walking and turned to her. "I've been around the block Arandi more than once but you…..I was your first and I wish that I had made it more special for you and I'm sorry for that but I don't want anybody else to taint you, I want to be the only one that kisses you and makes you moan so fucking sweet." Dean crashed his lips with hers and pulled back only when they needed air. He put his forehead to hers. "I don't want anyone else touching you, end of story." With that he pulled her to the his car leaving hers to pick up later and they headed home.

Both of them stunned at the revelation.

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"Fuck oh yeah fuck that's oh my god." Dean moaned loudly as he slammed into Arandi. He had no idea what it was about her that made him come apart so fucking intensely but he was done fighting it and just going to enjoy it and make her enjoy it too.

They had been at it for hours since leaving the club, he had marked her all over her deliciously hot body and for the first time in years he had allowed himself to be marked and fuck if it didn't feel good.

There was no one to get mad at him for calling out her name now and he had too because it was her that made him come so hard he had to grit his teeth through the intensity, it was her that got him hard again minutes later with just kisses and soft moans, it was her that had him all kinds of upside down and inside out.

He didn't like to cuddle yet here he was with her breathing softly against his neck where he had her in his arms afterward and he slept better than he had in weeks.

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Dean finished up work and headed home. He sighed heavily because he had been doing that for a couple of weeks now, heading straight home after work eating dinner that Arandi cooked watching TV with her or they would go out to eat.

He was being a husband and it was freaking him out and he wasn't sure that he could handle it much longer, this wasn't him. Dean Winchester played the field and enjoyed the notches on his belt, he didn't like one bit that Arandi seemed to be in control even though she wasn't, really she wasn't.

He didn't know what to do but he was going to think of something.

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The opening of Arandi's store went off without a hitch and the place was packed.

Dean smiled at how happy Arandi seemed to be and he stayed with her through the day just to make sure she could handle the business take of course.

They celebrated on her desk in her office after the store closed.

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Dean sat in the restaurant watching Arandi work her charm on his clients. A deal that he hadn't been so certain he could close was now his thanks to his lovely wife.

He bought her flowers and a diamond necklace.

She had smiled and kissed him and those kisses were the best reward for him yet it still angered him that he craved them.

He found himself more often than not waking up with her in his arms and the Dean Winchester that he was sure he would be for his entire life was slowly being stripped away and he was helpless to change it.

He'd lost count of how many times he tried to cheat and his body wouldn't cooperate.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Sounds to me like you are in love." His dad snickered when he listened to his son's grievances.

"The hell you say." Dean growled. "She hates me why would I fall in love with her."

"Someone who hates you wouldn't be so helpful." John pointed out.

"I did some things for her so she's being civil." Dean sighed.

John smiled slyly. "So what you're saying is that if she was really nice to you because she wanted to be you'd be worse now?"

"Oh fuck." Dean groaned at the realization.

John only laughed seeing his son's so called dilemma.

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Dean sat at a booth at the club with his brother mulling things over in his mind.

"Dean you are really freaking me out here. We have been here over an hour and you haven't hit on one single chick or married one for that matter." Sam grinned.

"I've got a lot on my mind." Dean said slamming back his drink.

"That's never stopped you before."

"It's Arandi Sam I think she used voodoo on me and I can't get it up with anyone but her and if I do manage to get it up I'm calling her name which tends to piss off other women you know?"

"Holy fuck, I never thought I'd live to see the day that my big brother would cave for a woman."

"I'm not caving bitch." Dean said angrily.

Sam lifted his hands in defense, his brother was shorter than him and less stocky but he could still kick his ass royally especially when he was pissed. "Calm down jerk I'm just messing with you."

"Well Dean Winchester where have you been hiding?" A velvety female voice cut in.

"Tiffany I've been working you know a job." Dean smirked at Sam. He didn't even need to move to get laid.

Sam rolled his eyes. "I'll be taking my leave now." He got up and left as Tiffany moved into the booth with Dean and into his space.

He sighed instinctively spreading his legs and Tiffany took the sign working her hand over his crotch.

He let his head fall back as the pleasant heat started low and….

"Who the fuck is Arandi?" Tiffany asked pulling back angrily.

"My wife." Dean said honestly rubbing his hand over the back of his neck the heat long gone.

"You're calling your wife's name while I try to get you off?" She asked incredulously.

"Yeah I guess you don't have what it takes anymore Tiff so just you know go away." Dean growled taking his frustration out on her.

"You son of a bitch." Tiffany hollered slapping him.

Dean stood up to his full height and shoved her back. "Don't fucking push your luck skank."

Tiffany grinned at him. "You fucked with the wrong bitch playboy."

"Yeah tell it to my uninterested cock." Dean said as he pushed past her.

He got to the bar and ordered another drink, he rolled his eyes when he realized that Tiffany had followed him.

"You're not very bright are you?"

She grabbed his chin yanking his head up to make him look at her placing her other hand on the bar behind him. "Men like you are a dime a dozen I can find you anywhere."

"Isn't that like a line from a Loretta Lynn song?" Dean huffed yanking himself free and pulled a dollar out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Here you go find yourself a hundred and twenty bad boys like me."

Tiffany walked away grinning.

"Whatever in the hell did I see in that chick?" Dean muttered to himself slamming his drink back.

He paid his tab and walked out the door.

He was horny and buzzing and only one person could take care of him now. He headed home.

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"Fuck that last drink was a doozy." Dean slurred as he made his way to the elevator to go up to the penthouse.

He had been fine on the ride home but once in the building things started tilting and swaying and his stomach was protesting.

He was ready for Arandi though oh yeah he was going to fuck her till the sun came up and he was hoarse from calling her name.

A sharp pain cut through his stomach making him gasp. "What the fuck?" He moaned and stumbled out of the elevator trying to get to his door. He had to stay close to the wall to keep from falling.

Another stabbing pain cut him to his knees. "Fuck, Arandi….." He tried to call out to her but his voice wouldn't work right.

He pulled himself to his feet and as fast as he could he typed in the code and slid his print falling hard just as the door swung open.

Dean curled up, the pain cutting through him viciously and he couldn't breathe. "Arandi…." He pushed out and began to cough.

Finally he heard Arandi open the door to her room. "Dean what's the matter are you drunk?"

"Arandi fuck something's wrong, my stomach it feels like I swallowed shards of glass." He coughed and tasted the coppery taste of blood seeping through his mouth. "I can't breathe…fuck Arandi…."

Arandi sat on the floor lifting his head onto her lap. "Dean oh my God I need to call 911, just hold on ok?"

He couldn't answer her thrashing as another stab of agony ripped through him, everything blurring and falling away.

TBC

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