So this is the sequal to Singer's SUmmer, for those of you who totally hate me for what I did to Darcy, I hope this makes up for it.
First time readers who have not read Singer's Summer, it might make more sense to read that first :D
Still don't own Supernatural, if I did they would be chained up in my house wearing loinclothes lol!!!
Chapter One.
Dean lay in his motel bed and dreamed. Tonight was not a nightmare, but it may as well have been.
For the thrid night now he was dreaming of Darcy Singer. His brothers first love and his lost love.
In his dream, he was sat in the drivers seat of his beloved Impala, door open, his feet on the ground, looking at the flowers on the roadside.
It had been nine years since she had been taken away from them, nine years had gone by quickly and so much had happened.
Dean was looking at the wreath of the white roses which made the shape of a cross, when a feeling of light and warmth, heck, even hope, washed over him.
"Dean." Her voice soft and gentle spoke to him.
Dean looked to his left and there she was. Her dark brown hair in loose curls hung over her shoulders and reached down towards the small of her back, her blue eyes looked like crystal clear waters, her pinky red lips in a cupids bow, her pale skin. A white dress with thin shoulder straps hugged her body and hung loosely at her ankles, her feet were in white strappy sandles and a pearl neckelace with a silver cross hung around her neck. On her left middle finger was a ring. A delicate gold ring with rubies.
Dean looked at her and felt at ease.
"Darcy." He still didn't know why his dream self came here or why his brothers first love was in his dreams, but he knew these dreams could not harm him or cause him to wake in a sweat shouting. But they did cause him to wake in utter cinfusion and greif, and he was unable to tell his brother, he was sure telling him would bring about more greif and troubles for Sam.
"Dean, do you know why I'm here?" She asked. Every night now, she asked him this and every night he could not answer.
"No I don't. Why don't you tel me this time instead if dissapearing?" The last three nights when he had answered her question with a no, he had looked to his side only to find she had gone.
"Dean, you know what I am, don't you?" Darcy moved from Deans side and stood infront of him. Dean got out the car and stood next to her, he took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the flowers. Among the flowers were the pictures that had been on the slide show at her funeral. There was still a huge board with messages from her friends and her family that had been out there all those years ago.
"Look at that Darcy." Dean was hurt and angry, she could tell by his voice that the hurt and anger was partly aimed at her. "Your father has to pass this every day when he leaves his house. How does it make you feel? To know that Bobby and Sam are still hurting? To know that Sarah and Vicky are still hurting?" His voice was raised and his grip on her shoulder was tighter now.
"It was my fault I died Dean, I wasn't heroic like you or John. I was running away. I regret the circumstances deeply." Darcy replied, knowing that soon the time would come for her. But not soon enough, in her opnion. Dean turned her to face him.
"Yeah it was Darcy. You caused all these people to hurt. And they still do. I went looking for you in the pit, why couldn't I find you?"
"Why do you think Dean?" Her voice was stilll calm and soft. When she was alive she would have raised her voice back to some one who raised theres at her.
"At first I thought you were hiding from me. Hiding from the pain you caused us. Took me nearly twenty five years to realise you werent there."
"You're right, I should have been there for the pain I caused, but it wasn't me who caused my death, Please understand Dean, I did not mean to die."
"Where were you Darcy?" He asked, his eyes moist from tears which were ready to fall, but she had gone.
Now he felt cold and the rain had started to fall, black clouds filled the sky.
Dean got in to his car and drove, he drove and took a left turning which bought him back to where he had been parked. He furrowed his brow and drove. This time he drove past the left turn and carried on and took a right.
Again he was back at the crash site.
Next he tried reversing, when could no longer see the flowers and board of pictures, he swung his car around and drove in the opposite direction. And there they were again, the flowers, the pictures, the declarations of love and heartache.
Dean let out an aggrivated shout and punched his hands on the steering wheel.
He had to wake up, but he couldn't.
Dean got out of the car. Usually after Darcy dissapeard he woke up, so now he had no idea what to do.
He walked over to the flowers and saw the message on the board he had written.
"Darcy, you were a friend and a sister. I'll miss you. Dean xx." He read the other messages. Ones from Sam, John, Bobby, Vicky and Sarah. Messages from the Brookes family and people Dean had breifly met via Darcy at parties.
He picked up a bunch of sun flowers and read the card. Bobby had left these and had written a small note to Darcy telling her that he was still missing her after all these years.
Dean realised that he was not dreaming of the past, but he had been bought to this place as it was now, in the present. Dean out the flowers down and spoke out, hoping Darcy was still able to hear him.
"It was awfull, dealing with the aftermath. It was fine for you, you were dead and gone. It was us that was left to pick up the peices and rebuild our lives. It took so long for us to leave. Vicky was devastated, she didn't stop sleeping in your room for months. Bobby went quiet. Tried to make a deal to bring you back. Life was so hard with out you Darce. I know it wasn't your fault you went. It was the other guy, you know he fell asleep at the wheel? Tried to blame you. Sam didn't talk to any one for weeks, months even. Figured that was why he left for college, didn't want to be part of the hunting because that was what made you bail in the first place. The he lost Jess too. I didn't mean to get angry. I miss you too, you were like a sister to me, with you we were a real family.
Hope you're in a good place."
With that, Dean placed the flowers back in their place and got back in to his car and got ready to drive off.
Darcy appeared in the passanger seat.
"Wake up Dean, it's time to wake up." She kissed him on the cheek, and when Dean blinked, he was staring up at the dingy white celing of the cheap motel room. He could hear Sam in the shower.
Dean quickly dressed and made his way outside in the search for the diner where they had been going ot eat breakfast. He had decided today that they would have take-out and hit the road and go some where else and look for a case.
Ellen had finally rebuilt the roadhouse, but he figured that they wouldn't be too welcome there after the last time they had been in the same place all together. After being (gratefully) dragged from Hell by Castiel, Dean had some what grown up and now no longer had time for silly girlish behaviour which he would no doubtedly get from Jo.
Dean qued up and ordered two bacond sandwiches, two coffees and a huge slice of pie, he paid the young girl at the till and walked backto the motel. Sam was sat on the end of his bed rummaging through his rucksack. Dean placed the food on the table and went to the bathroom to wash his face and clean his teeth.
When he was done he sat at the table and tucked in to his food. Sam had already eaten his sandwich and was thoughtfully sipping his coffee.
"You ok Dean?" He asked, curiously looking at his quite older brother.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Dean replied, with a mouthfull of food.
"You've been sleeping and not waking up screaming. And you're really quiet too." Sam new that bringing up the nightmares was treading on dangerous grounds, but he was concerened for his brother.
"Same dreams, just getting used to them, not so vivd now." Dean took a bit of his sandwich and slurrped his coffee.
"Had a call from Bobby while you were out." Sam said. Dean stopped eating and sat motionless for a few moments before answering.
"What did he want?"
"Said he's got something for us, think he might have his hands on a book that describes the possible seals."
"What good is a list of possible seals when we don't know which ones Lillith is going to after next?" Dean could feel his anger and frustration rising. After the dream, after discovering Bobby's note, did he really want to face the still greiving man?
Dean could tell what Bobby was thinking when Dean turned up on his door step and when Castiel had announced that he had pulled Dean from Hell. Why him? Why not Darcy? Why was Darcy not as important as Dean, didn't she deserve a second chance?
Dean still felt guilty for being alive. His father could have been bought back instead, he knew how to deal with demons and hunting.
"Dean, we should go. Bobby's done alot for us, we should at least be grateful for any scrap of info we can get our hands on." Sam interrupted Deans trail of thought.
Dean nodded and took the last bite of his sandwich.
"Ok, but we stop for more along the way." He agreed.
"But you already have pie." Sam stated.
"So? There was no pie in Hell, I'm making up for lost time Sammy boy!" Dean smiled, he had perked up at the thought of a long drive in an open stretch of road and there was of course, the pie stop along the way.
