Title- What Lies in Truth
Series- Supernatural
Disclaimer- I do not own.
Warnings- AU
Character(s)/ Pairing(s)- Dean
Rating- T
Dean stands in the empty clearing. A slight breeze wafts over the scent of blood and fire. Earth's moon reflecting soft light onto the carnage of the once battlefield. He breathes a sigh of contentment. Cricking his neck to relieve once-tense muscles. This wasn't enough. With adrenaline still fresh in his being, he wishes for more to fight. He still feels restless.
Dean hears a chuckle of weary amusement. For coming from someone he doesn't recognize, the sound doesn't startle him. It's not even unwelcome. The sound feels like a soothing balm. The blond-haired, green-eyed man gets a flash of thought both foreign and familiar when he glances at his companion. It's fleeting but the feeling it leaves behind lingers; building fear into the pit of his stomach. His breathe catches in his throat; body once again ready for the fight he'd just moments ago longed for.
Dean knows this person. Even though, for the life of him, he's never seen this face before. He recognizes him.
And he needs to get away.
But Dean only does a half-step nearer. His body not under his control he realizes.
When he notices the attention he is receiving from the only other being in the field, he reacts in a way Dean didn't expect.
The light in his eyes diminishes to a degree. Whatever amusement he held only moments ago is gone. Both put a pain in Dean that he doesn't understand.
He opens his mouth and what he says has Dean's world crumbling around him. Literally. He's suddenly left floating in a suffocating darkness with only those two words to haunt him.
"He Fell."
…...
Dean shoots up from his motel bed, a cold sweat stuck to his brow. Sam lifts his head from his pillow, the questioning gaze set in his sleep fogged eyes.
"It was just a dream." He mutters getting up and heading into the bathroom. Sam is already nodding his head before slumping back into slumber. After all, it wasn't like Dean woke up screaming.
Dean splashes water onto his face and looks up into his reflection.
"It was just a dream." he repeats.
The words used to comfort Sam did no such thing for him.
A/N
So as I was trying to write up the next chapter to What Can Be Learned (something that is still undergoing work) This baby sprung up, and I just needed to write it up and post it. I know... how horrible of me.
:D SO review and tell me how you favor? Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!
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