I'M BACK EVERYONE! :D

So, this morning I woke at 8 AM with inspiration! (FINALLY! It's been much too long since I've written a fanfic)

So I'm happy to present, my NEW STORY!

ENJOY!

Lost (Faith)

It starts like most of Dean's rare monster less dreams. He is in a bar, nursing a beer. The place is packed as he looks around. He's at the back watching everyone with a long mirror, catching glimpses in between the alcohol on display before it. He's not obvious, blending in as well as he does.

His dad's leather jacket hangs heavy over a dark gray plaid shirt. Under that is just a plain black t-shirt, jeans a dark faded gray decorated with frays and holes draped slightly baggy over his worn dark brown boots. The people all look the same. Nothing interesting. A blur of drunks, hook-ups and hustlers.

Then something changes...

A man enters and something draws Dean's eyes to him. It's hard to keep staring at the mirror instead of turning to look in person. Dean lifts his beer and takes a sip to distract himself. It was just for a moment but when the glass is lowered, the man is gone. Dean can't help but frown.

He wakes with a groan, groaning again when he remembers where he is. His dream leaves being replaced with memories of what brought him here.

Splashing, flashing, pain..

Then nothing.. No, not nothing, Sam near tears..

Dean groans yet again, this time in annoyance as he begins removing himself from the bed and machines. The hospital is quiet except for him and others suffering. He ignores it along with the pain in his chest. His feet freeze as they touch the tile floor. He grumbles in annoyance as he quickly glances over the room. His gaze stops on folded clothes and boots sitting on a small dresser near by.

Quick but quietly he steps over and takes the clothes. All black. As if Sam knew. A pair of his jeans, a led Zeppelin shirt and one of Sam's hoodies. He smiles a little at that then quickly changes before slipping out the room window and into the night. He thanks whoever is listening for putting his room on the first floor.

The trip back to the hotel isn't long, but it's long enough for Dean to think of his dream. Unfortunately though, he doesn't remember much.

Just blue.