Dean looked down at me and I saw his eyes darken. "Graphic how exactly?", he said in a low voice that made my insides quiver. I lowered my lashes and looked down before I looked back into those eyes and answered, "Graphic as in sex. I could feel your weight above me and feel you penetrate me when we made love." Dean's jaw clenched and I decided that I had done what I had set out to do. I wanted to elicit a response from him and this was a good one. One that made me weak in the knees but it was a good one none the less. "Why did you ask me about my ring?", I questioned to see what Dean would tell me about that. "I….uh….I'm not sure. It's familiar for some reason." I could tell that Dean wasn't divulging everything but thought I would wait and push him farther at another time.

Sam cleared his throat as Dean and I continued to gaze at each other with lots of unanswered questions between us. "Ok that still doesn't explain why you two look identical.", Sam says looking from Dean to Liz's husband, also named Dean. "Hell Sam who knows? You know the shit we've lived with in our crazy lives!", Dean said as he paced away from me reminding me of a lion stalking its prey. "What exactly is so crazy about your lives?", Dean questioned his look alike and Sam. "Well first of all we're hunters. All those bad things you hear about going bump in the night are real and not just made up fairy tales.", Sam says as he watches each of us for our reactions. Dean looks at him strangely before saying, "I thought you didn't like to tell people outright Sammy!" Sam shrugged, "This seems like something crazy and we all need to figure out what it is. Everyone here seems to be an adult and I think they can handle it."

Liz shook her head and buried her face in her hands. "This is all so confusing. You look like him, she knows me and we all for the most part have dreamed of the others in some capacity. Who's messing with our lives?", she says looking to each of us for some kind of explanation. "We're going to get to the bottom of this but I really think we need to stick together in the meantime. Anyone have any suggestions as to where we can all hole up for as long as it takes to get this straightened out?", Dean said as he stopped his pacing. I stepped forward and replied, "I have a big house, big enough for us to be together but still have plenty of space if they need it. And I need to be there because I have animals that need to be tended to daily." Everyone kind of looked at each other before Sam spoke up, "Ok we all need to pack up, we'll swing by and let Liz and Dean get their stuff and we'll follow Nicole to her house." He looks at me with questioning eyes, "You're sure this is going to be ok?" I nodded and it was final.

Dean and Sam didn't take very long to gather the few belongings they had and throw them into the Impala. We followed Liz and Dean to their house and Liz packed the things they would need quickly and we were off to my house. As we pulled into the long drive the fenced in fields on each side of the driveway were green and rolling. Closer to the house my horses came into sight and most of them raised their heads in their way of greeting. My white Husky/wolf hybrid bounded out of the garage and barked seeing the cars following my own. I parked in the garage beside my old beat up Ford pickup, the one I used for hauling hay and horse feed, and climbed from my car. Ghost came bounding up to me and licked my hand before turning himself to be between me and the four people climbing from their own cars. "Now Ghost you behave yourself. We've got company for a few days."

Looking at each person I tell them, "If you'll let him sniff you and get your scent he'll be fine. He's just really protective of me." Dean and Sam stepped forward first and Sam squatted. Ghost made his way to him and sniffed his outstretched hand gingerly at first. Soon he was licking Sam's fingers and Sam was scratching him behind the ears. Dean was next. He stayed standing but reached out his hand to let Ghost sniff him. Ghost took a bit longer to warm up to Dean but he too got licks from Ghost. As Liz's husband, Dean, stepped forward Ghost looked funny. I could tell through his eyes and his stance that he was confused. We were all quiet while Ghost walked to him and sniffed him. After the first sniff he looked back to Dean who was standing close to me then back to Liz's Dean. Even my dog was confused as to why these two men looked so similar. Alost as if Ghost shrugged he licked Dean's hand too. Liz was last and she squatted as Sam did. Ghost took one look at her and bounded to her and almost knocked her over as he began licking Liz first on her hand and then her neck and her chin. Liz had to fight to keep him from licking her straight in the mouth! "Ok ok that's enough Ghost!", Liz squealed and stood up to give her an advantage. She was laughing and the sparkle in her eyes made me smile.

Inside the house I showed everyone around and told them to make themselves at home. Liz and Dean chose the biggest of the three spare rooms and Sam and Dean each took the other two. As Dean walked into his room one of my three cats streaked from the room. "What the hell was that?", Dean said stepping back and looking startled. It was then that I saw that he had drawn a gun from out of nowhere and I threw up my hands. "That was just one of my cats. That black one is Sebastian. There are two more, a calico named Princess and a grey one named Smokey. They're perfectly harmless but they do have the run of the house. I really hope that won't be a problem.", I said looking at Dean with a disapproving look. "Well I don't really like cats but this is your home. I'll make do but if they get in bed with me at night I'm kicking them to the ceiling.", Dean said grumpily. Sam just looked at him and shook his head. Liz and Dean seemed to be settling in well and when I checked in on them I found Princess curled up in Liz's lap with her stroking her tri colored fur.

I wandered into the kitchen and began to do what I do best when I have a house full of people, I started cooking. I got fresh homegrown chicken out of the fridge and began to cut it up and get it ready for frying. I put fresh field corn on to cook and seasoned it just right and reached for my home canned green beans and placed them in to cook too. I mixed up homemade buttermilk biscuits and rolled them out and cut them with my granny's biscuit cutter. I popped those in the oven to cook and ran my chicken pieces through a bath of buttermilk before dunking them in flour and seasoning mix and immersing them in the grease on the stove. I watched the chicken carefully and took it up just as it was a nice golden brown. I checked the biscuits and pulled them out when they were just right. I placed my chicken in one basket and my biscuits in another and covered them with a cloth to keep them warm. I placed the corn, green beans, chicken and biscuits on the farmhouse sized kitchen table with a huge pitcher of sweet tea and a bucket of Michelobe Lights in ice. "Food's ready!", I hollered and everyone made their way to the table.

Everyone filed in and took their seats. Liz and Dean were beside each other, Sam and I sat on the other side of the table across from them and Dean sat at the head of the table on my other side. Both Dean's took generous helpings of the meat and less of the vegetables and Sam I noticed only had a small drumstick and heaping scoops of the vegetables. I smiled and hoped they enjoyed their meal. Liz took a biscuit and broke it open and spooned gravy over the top. When she took a bite she closed her eyes and said, "Mmmmmmm!" Dean was sitting beside me drinking his beer and then reached for his chicken breast. Breaking it open with his fingers he blew it before taking a big bite. I could hear the crunch from where I sat. Talking with his mouth full Dean said, "Damn woman this is good. I just may have to marry you!" I knew he was teasing but I blushed and lowered my head . We finished our meal and before long it was time for bed. I told everyone goodnight and headed to my room to take a bath and get ready for bed.

I climbed in my bed and was asleep in no time. I felt so tired and worn out. I knew part of it was the pregnancy but there was something different about it. When I began to dream my dream turned erotic almost immediately. I felt as if my body was being ravaged by someone. But this time the sex wasn't fun and enjoyable. It was rough and hard and not a lot of fun. I felt as if I were being raped and I began to struggle in my sleep. I needed to wake up but couldn't make myself. My head thrashed from side to side and I cried out. Suddenly I felt strong hands shaking me. "Nicole wake up! Wake up!" My eyes flew open and I saw Dean above me and his eyes were flashing a bright green. "Were you dreaming?", he asked me in a stern voice. "Yes I felt like I was being raped." I tried to sit up and Dean shushed me and pushed me back down. "Listen, I heard you crying out and when I came in here there was a dark shadow over you. Have you ever had this feeling before?" I tried to think. "It was violent today. Always before it was like a dream of…of ...well you, but not you." Dean looked very concerned."I don't think I want to let you sleep alone until I figure this out. I'll sleep during the day and sit up and watch you at night.", he said and I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer.