BLEEDING HEARTS

"Dean breathe damn it!" Sam yelled in his brother's face. He was either going into shock or having a panic attack.

"I can't…she can't be…..Sam…." Dean ranted breathlessly. "It's my fault." He sobbed.

Throngs of people milled around and Sam thought that Jade needed to be told. He had told too many people that they had lost loved ones in his time as a cop, he wasn't sure he could tell Jade her sister was dead.

Dean leaned to bury his face against his brother trying to breathe trying to imagine living without his best friend without…

"Dean?"

He snapped his head up when he heard the voice, her voice. He jumped to his feet and his breath caught as he saw Arandi running towards him.

He began to run too getting through people as fast as he could, able to breathe as he saw her coming and she was real.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly lifting her up and spinning her around. Breathing her scent in and thanking God she was alive.

"Arandi oh my God Arandi I thought you were dead." He stammered into her hair.

"My apartment." Arandi sobbed as she looked up. "I didn't go home, I left my purse at your house and I was too ashamed to go back so I went to stay at Jade's."

"Thank God, if you had been home but wait someone was in there Sam and I saw someone walking around right before the explosion."

"There shouldn't have been anyone in there." Arandi said. "No one has a key but you and Jade."

Dean held her close and everything else would fall into place.

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It had been another battle that Dean loved the fact that they were having but to him it only made sense that Arandi moved in with him since he had the extra bedroom and not have to sleep on Jade's sofa.

"After what happened you want me to live with you?" Arandi asked.

"Shit happens end of story, you're alive and nothing else matters ok." Dean said pulling her into another hug.

Arandi had sighed. "You're too good to me when you should hate me."

"I could never hate you. Arandi I can't begin to explain to you how I felt when I thought you were dead. I don't ever want to feel that again."

"I'm sorry Dean if I didn't have a friend like you I don't know what I would do and I have no idea why you put up with me."

"Same reason you put up with me sweetness."

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The next few hours were a whirlwind as Arandi settled into her bedroom at Dean's, she had managed to shower and her sister had already bought her a few clothes and necessities.

Every one of their coworkers and other friends passed through Dean's leaving food, gift cards or cash.

Misha had arrived with a large flat screen television saying that he knew no one else would think of that and had blushed when Arandi kissed him on the cheek.

Her laptop thankfully had been in her car and someone had anonymously paid the rent for Dean's apartment for three months.

Within hours she was set with everything she could possibly need and she was holding up rather well, so it seemed.

Dean knew her better than anyone and he could tell she was worn out and holding herself together barely.

He sent everyone on their way and as soon as they were alone Dean led Arandi to her bed and laid down pulling her beside him and into a hug.

"You don't have to pretend for me baby girl." He whispered.

She began to cry against him and he held her through it all.

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Dean awoke on the bed alone. He looked at the time seeing that it was already a whole day later since the explosion and the early morning hours.

He got up to look for Arandi.

He found her standing on the balcony staring into the night. He could tell that she was crying.

"Arandi are you ok?"

"They found the body in my apartment." She said slowly. "It turns out it was Veronica. Apparently she was trying to get back at me and took my keys. They're not sure what she was trying to pull off but she blew herself up."

"Arandi it's not your fault." Dean offered pulling her close.

"But it is Dean if I hadn't gone Psycho Suzy she would have spent the night with you and none of this would have happened." Arandi cried against his chest.

Now Dean felt like shit for having let Veronica think he wanted her. "If you take blame then I will too. There is nothing we can do now Arandi ok she apparently had issues and if hadn't happened with you she probably would have hurt someone else."

Arandi settled as she realized that Dean was probably right.

"Now get some rest we have a couple of days off and I know you're beat."

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Dean would never regret letting Arandi have the extra bedroom. She was amazing even after working for hours she had the apartment spotless, did all the laundry, and cooked meals that put a gourmet chef to shame.

"I'm going to gain a hundred pounds with your food." Dean moaned around a mouthful of homemade lasagna.

"That's why we work out every morning." Arandi smiled as she began to clear up the kitchen.

"I'm going to finish this then help you." Dean said.

"There's caramel pecan cheesecake."

"Marry me."

Arandi laughed and pulled the cheesecake out to start slicing.

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"Dude you are like nearly seven feet tall and you hit your girlfriend who is like five four and nearly two hundred pounds lighter than you. How does that seem alright to you?" Arandi was saying to the giant of a man she had managed to handcuff.

Dean stood off to the side keeping an eye as the paramedics tended to the girlfriend.

"She wants to leave me." The man sobbed.

"And you think beating her is going to make her want to stay?" Arandi asked.

"I didn't want to do it."

"Yeah well you did and now you have to go to jail."

The huge man began to cry as he was led away by Sam who didn't like being shorter than anyone.

"Way to go partner." Dean laughed.

"Just doing my job." Arandi said putting her hands on her hips in a stance.

"I feel like I'm getting paid to just ride a long."

"And you're complaining because…?"

"Never complaining never." Dean laughed as they headed back to their cruiser.

They got through another shift with another domestic violence call and a disturbing the peace plus three traffic stops.

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Most mornings Dean and Arandi jogged together around the park close to their police station.

The chief had called him in to talk so Arandi had taken off without him. He almost didn't go but then he realized skipping any running might make him gain thirty or forty pounds in a week.

He wanted to look good for as long as he was able too.

He was going along fine until he spotted Arandi running and she wasn't alone.

Officer Clayton was running beside her and Dean wasn't sure if he liked that.

He kept his distance not wanting to seem too stalkerish, he didn't get why Arandi had to wear those impossibly hot running shorts.

He was sure it wasn't a good idea to get a hard on while running in a park.

He watched as Clayton said something to Arandi and she shot him a look that meant that he had said something she was uncomfortable with.

Her attention taken from her path she tripped and fell.

Dean stopped running to see what Clayton was going to do and ready to kick his little red headed ass.

Dean could tell that she was hurting and pissed. He couldn't help but smirk that was until Clayton made to carry her and Arandi batted him away.

"That's my cue." Dean murmured and jogged up as if he had not witnessed thing. "Arandi are you ok?"

"I think I tweaked my ankle." She said looking up at him with big innocent blue eyes a pure indication that she was grateful for the save.

"Let's get you taken care of baby girl." He said helping her to her feet making sure she leaned on him and helped her to the nearest bench.

Clayton just stood by watching.

Dean dropped to his knees and slowly pulled off her shoe and sock gingerly touched her foot and flexing her ankle watching her reaction.

She watched him back biting her lip.

"I think you're going to be fine." He said.

She pulled the pout flicking her eyes towards Clayton. "I don't think I can walk on it." She sighed dramatically and batted her lashes.

Dean stared at her with a cocked eyebrow and he couldn't have denied her a damn thing even if it meant dying on the spot as long as she kept looking at him like that.

If she just pushed a little harder when they were sober he would crumble like a building detonated for demolition.

He sighed. "It will never be said that Dean Winchester would leave a damsel in distress." He stood lifting her easily into her arms and shooting a glance at Clayton. "I got her dude just run along."

Clayton just stared at him and Dean shrugged and began to run steadily.

He could swear he heard Misha whispering 'sucker' in his ear.

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On their day off Dean went to help Misha work on his car while Arandi went shopping with Jade.

He expected her to still be gone when he got back to the apartment but he heard sounds from her room.

He was about to knock when he heard the very 'oh that feels good moan' coming from Arandi. It sent him into a full body shudder.

Crap he had told her that he had no problem with her bringing dates home as long as he didn't have to see any other naked males roaming around and he would reserve her the same courtesy with his dates.

He had forgotten about the sounds that they would have to deal with and he backed away from the door slowly hoping not to make any noise.

He stopped dead in his tracks and was rock hard in seconds when he heard Arandi moan again but this time his name was mingled into the sweetest moan he had ever heard.

He couldn't move waiting. He heard it again and fuck he was going to shoot a load in his pants. He realized then that he hadn't heard any other sounds that Arandi hadn't found someone else named Dean, she was pleasing herself and holy shit he just got harder knowing she was imagining him with her and now that was all he could think about.

What he would give to see that? What the hell was wrong with him?

One more moan had him rushing back out the front door as quietly as he could urging the erection down.

He counted to five hundred and then loudly went through the front door again. "Hey honey I'm home." He called out.

Arandi poked her head out of the kitchen looking freshly showered in shorts and one of his t-shirts and oh hell he didn't mind at all.

"I ordered pizza tonight if that's ok." She said.

"Depends on where you got it from?" Dean asked.

"Bobby's Place of course and Sam and Jade and Misha and Vicky are coming over."

"You are the best. I'm going to shower and then….." He stopped as Arandi stepped up to him. She ran her thumb over his cheek over the smudge of oil that apparently had her very interested.

Dean gulped thinking of the sounds he'd heard only moments ago.

"I love me a mechanic." She purred and sighed before walking away.

"Dear lord." Dean mumbled as he rushed to his room before Arandi noticed the extra bulge in his pants.

He leaned back against the locked door to try to breathe normally but then he just started stripping his clothes off heading for the shower his hand already wrapped around his hard cock.

The hot water cascaded over him and he played the moans threw his mind and he was there so fast it made his head spin. He couldn't remember ever coming so hard from a hand job.

There was a knock on his door. "Yeah Dean?" Arandi said.

"What?" He called back.

"You called me." She shot back.

Holy fuck had he really said her name out loud? "Just wondering if anyone was here yet?"

The doorbell rang a second later.

Dean finished up his shower still wondering how he couldn't have noticed calling Arandi's name.

When he stepped out everyone was there so he was able to think of other things.

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"I didn't mean it Dean I swear." Arandi squealed as she ran around the sofa with him right behind her.

"It was my favorite t-shirt." He growled but it really wasn't.

"I'll buy you another one." She offered trying to run past him but he had her, wrapping his arm firmly around her waist he lifted her up off her feet and slammed her onto the couch.

"I don't want another one I want that one." He said as he straddled her legs.

I told you to leave things you didn't want on your bed for the rummage sale and that shirt was there." She pleaded.

"Excuses." He said and looked at her with evil glee.

"Please Dean don't, you know how ticklish I am." She struggled.

"Exactly." He dug his fingers into her sides mercilessly.

Arandi bucked and screamed. She managed to twist them off onto the floor where Dean instantly rolled back on top of her.

"Dean please, please." She gasped.

The words burned through him and his breathing picked up. Her struggling was a sweet friction against his now very prominent erection.

He had no idea how to get out of this without her noticing.

She stopped struggling and looked up at him. Ok so she had noticed.

"I uh….sorry." He said sheepishly.

She grinned. "No worries I would be offended if you didn't."

A couple more thrusts and he would so be there but he ran with his tail tucked safely and painfully away.

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"Should I get you a bucket?" Misha startled Dean out of his intense focus on the way Arandi was swaying her hips as she readied herself for her turn at bat.

They were at a charity soft ball game and damn the way her uniform fit her was to drool for. "Shut up." He mumbled. "I have a bouquet of fuck you very much I'd like to give you."

"You're so romantic but no really if you need a bucket I need to get it now or they're going to run out since every other straight male here is doing the same thing you are."

Dean snapped his head around and sure enough he saw it all for himself.

"Too bad she's not your girl so that you could you know go give her a good luck kiss and send a big 'fuck you' to all these ass wipes." Misha pressed waving his hand back and forth.

"She's my girl." Dean said petulantly. "Sort of."

"Yeah ok." Misha snickered. "Prove it then."

Dean was never one to back down to a reasonable challenge.

He took a deep breath and put on his best cocky smile as he walked over to Arandi. "Um being that I know how much you hate when guys eye fuck you, you really need to stop providing the visual aid."

"Being myself would cease to exist then."

"God forbid but I'm just sayin'." Dean said seriously.

"So what do you suggest I do then my ever saving BFFF." Arandi asked batting her lashes.

"Don't you mean BFF?" Dean asked as he got as close to her as possible without being on her.

"Nope you're my best fucking friend forever." Arandi grinned up at him.

"Wow I'm touched." Dean huffed.

"Let's not bring up you're mental issues."

Misha cleared his throat loudly.

"What is he up to?"

"Misha wants me to kiss you to try to end the eye fucking thing." Dean answered honestly.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Every day that ends in Y." He said way too quickly and blushed.

"Well then you're shit out of luck today is sundae with an E."

Dean's heart sank. "I get it you don't want someone out there to think you're taken."

Arandi stared at him. "Did Misha spike your water? Did you strike your head? Again?"

"If he did roofie my water then he'd want me to kiss him."

"I can't blame him you kiss pretty fucking awesome."

"I…um…..yeah…." He stammered.

"Dean Winchester speechless? Will wonders never cease?"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

And he did.

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Kissing Arandi had been nice especially hearing all the loud groans of 'what the fuck?' It had boosted his ego but then he had Misha and Sam both egging him on about how that could really be his every day of the week.

It was starting to annoy him. He was about to protest when he saw Arandi hit the ball beautifully straight into the crowd and she took off running, she was rounding second when Clayton blatantly tripped her.

Arandi hit the ground hard sprawling out and Dean didn't remember moving, the echoes of the boos of the bad sportsmanship on Clayton's part were in his ear as Dean tackled him full force.

They rolled on the ground and Dean got in a couple of solid body hits before he was being dragged off of him.

"What the fuck Clayton is this what you do to all the woman you reject you?"

"Fuck you Winchester." Clayton hissed.

They both broke loose and went at it hardcore. It wasn't long before Dean had the upper hand.

Sam finally got a hold of him and pulled him back hard and Dean struggled wanting to make Clayton hurt.

"Dean Arandi needs you." He heard in the buzz of rage and he instantly turned to look for her and went to her. She was sitting on a bench being checked over by the sports doctor.

"I'm fine Dean." She said before he could even form the words.

He sat beside her seeing the doc tending to her bloodied palms and Dean was sure her ribs had to be sore.

"You're bleeding." She murmured, reaching out to swipe away the blood on his lip with her thumb. "My hero."

Dean locked eyes with her unable to move but still wanting to kick some more ass. No one hurt Arandi, no one.

He turned to look towards Clayton raring to knock the living shit out of him but her touch on his shoulder was an instant calm.

Hearing her say in the sweetest voice. "Can you please take me home?"

Nothing else mattered as he carried her to his truck to do just as she asked.

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Delicious heat thrummed through his body and he moaned thrusting up into the heat that surrounded his throbbing dick.

Fuck it was so good so fucking good and he wanted more, harder now, but he couldn't remember hooking up tonight. There had only been Arandi, Jade, and Vicky. Jade was with Sam, Vicky with Misha, so…. his eyes flew open.

Arandi was beautifully lost in lust, her head thrown back, her luscious lips parted as she rode him like a pro and dear God why had they waited so long.

Still this shouldn't be happening when they had been drinking but it was way too late to stop. Way too late so hey might well as enjoy it right?

He rolled them over and he kissed her hot and hard thrusting into her with gusto wanting to hear those gorgeous moans up close.

Fuck they made him heat up even more and he did all the things he had always wanted to do to his best friends well taken care of luscious body.

She tasted like heaven and he was going to go to hell.

He had to make it good so it wouldn't be too regretful so he went into complete 'must please' mode.

Her moans fueled him as he mixed his in but a loud buzzing noise began to push into his thoughts.

He sat up blinking awake slamming his hand down on his alarm clock that had just interrupted his wet dream that hadn't quite made it to completion.

He stormed into the bathroom to get rid of the very prominent morning wood that had nothing to do with needing to piss.

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Arandi moaned as she bit into the Italian dish she had ordered and Dean had to fight the shudder that threatened to take his whole body.

When had Arandi sounds started getting so completely under his skin? "That good?"

She lifted her fork to his mouth offering him a bite and he took it. The food was as delicious as she was making it sound.

'You're not supposed to get a hard on when you're eating.' He kept saying in his mind.

Arandi's phone sounded and she answered. She smiled and walked across the apartment to talk to whoever had called.

Dean watched her giggle and talk. She was talking to a guy. Good she hadn't dated in weeks and why the hell did his chest hurt? He pushed his food aside and went to look for the Tums.

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The hardest part of being a cop was dealing with injured traumatized children or worse.

Arandi always took it hard especially since she knew she would never have her own.

They had had to pull a four and five year old out of an apartment where their mother had been dead for days and they had tried to take care of her.

Arandi had cried for hours and Dean stuck close to her fighting his own tears.

He expected to console Arandi the rest of the day and stood agape when Shawn Evans a detective from their precinct pulled Arandi into his arms and she went willingly.

Shawn gave him one look that Dean could read in no other way than 'your loss pal' and he took her away.

He turned to see Misha giving him an 'I told you so' glare.

Dean was lost, no clue what to do and there was that fucking pain in his chest again.

TBC

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