Luci's Pov:

I sat in the sand watching the waves comes in. I dug my feet in the ground and relished the feeling of it slipping through my toes. I hadn't been to Corpus in years. It felt good to be in a place with good memories. I stood and stretched. I couldn't recall how long i had been just sitting and staring at the sea. It had to have been some time, as the sun had begun to set.

I noticed a jetty a little ways away from where i stood and began walking toward it. I thought it might be nice to see the sunset a bit closer and more on the water.

I began humming mindlessly as i moved, holding my arms out and pretending to ballet dance my way across the rocks. I was halfway through the song when another voice joined in. It was deep and beautiful and fell right on key with me. I continued humming and moving until the song ended. And i was at the end of the jetty. Once i stopped, the voice behind me did as well.

I turned around slowly and stared at the owner of the other voice from across the rocks.

I'd seen him before, once, in passing.

He'd been eating in the diner my cousin worked at. I was sitting near him at a table, waiting for my cousin to finish her shift. He smiled at me when he noticed me staring from across the room. At one point it looked like he was going to approach me, but the man with him shook his head and he sat back down. I looked down when he passed by on his way back to his table. I only looked up when I noticed the napkin he had slipped by my plate. It had a number on it and what I assume to be his name.

Dean.

By the time i looked at his table, he was gone. My cousin, noticing my sad demeanor as she approached, asked me what was wrong. I stashed the napkin in my purse, smiled up at her, and left like nothing had happened. I thought of him for weeks after our very brief encounter. I never got the courage to call.

Here he was, though, in the flesh.

A man i had seen in my head for months. A man i had fantasized multiple scenarios about. Though it had been years since i had seen him, he looked like he hadn't aged a day. His eyes were the same striking shade of green. They complemented the light scattering of freckles on his skin. His hair was the same, short and cropped. He seemed the type to like it clean cut. He was tall. Much taller than my slightly above average 5 foot 6 inches. His muscular frame showed well even though he wore a few layers of clothing. A red, plaid shirt over a t-shirt along with dark jeans and dark brown boots.

He was heartbreakingly gorgeous, and he was looking right at me.

I began to get nervous then. I couldn't help but wonder what he thought of as he looked at me. At 5 feet 6 inches, I was sort of above average in my height. I was not petite by any means, though. I was, what some, would call overweight. I had curves to spare. My charcoal black, pixie cut hair and cat eye glasses framed my round face, giving me the appearance of someone much younger than my 22 years of age. My body held many scars visible in the jean shorts and dark blue crop top i wore. The most prominent one visible on my side. It looked like a slash going from my ribs to my left hip. I thought i was pretty, though not conventionally so. I felt a lump get caught in my throat as I began to think further.. Wait, what's he doing here?, i thought.I wanted to ask him, but he beat me to it.

"Who are you?" He asked, his face stern. "Where are we?"

Of course, I thought, he doesn't even remember me. Much less, notice my appearance.

"I'm Luci. Lucinda, I mean." I managed to stutter out. "We're, uh, we're on a beach."

He barked out a laugh and rolled his eyes at my answer. I felt foolish and began to feel my face heat up. My glasses began to get foggy as my face reddened. I couldn't help but start fidgeting in place. Dean, noticing my embarrassment, took pity on me.

"Hey, uh, it's okay. I'm just confused. Last I checked, I was falling asleep in a motel room and now I'm here." He explained, his expression softening.

His statement didn't make any sense to me.

Asleep? That can't be.

That's when it all came flooding back to me. I wasn't on the beach a minute ago. I was in a truck, Elle's truck. I was waiting for her while she was in the store. I was so tired. I lay my head back on the passenger seat and only planned to shut my eyes for a second. I looked down at my feet and shook my head. I was so confused.

"I don't understand." I muttered.

Just after i spoke, a voice began to call my name. I looked around but couldn't see anyone around but Dean on the entire beach. I looked up at him as i began to feel lightheaded and nauseous. He looked as though he were getting further and further away the more my name was called.

"Dean." I called out, as i heard the voice asking for me louder this time.

I woke with a start and looked over at the driver's side as Elle started the car.

"Glad to see you're back in the land of the living." She joked.

I grumbled to myself as she began the short drive back to our apartment. I couldn't help but look over at her as we drove.

At 21 years of age, Elle was basically everything i could ever aspire to be. Where i was tall and chunky, she was petite and thin. Elle was the kind of girl that looked like a delicate flower, small and dainty, but in reality was the exact opposite. She was 5 foot 4 inches of pure badass. Her eyes were a blazing brown that looked right through you if you weren't worth her time. Her hair was reminiscent of a character in a storybook. Long dark locks with a striking splash of white blonde in the front and dark bangs to seal it all together. It complemented her personality perfectly. Darkness and danger with a dash of goodness and light. She was a woman with a heart of molten steel.

Looking at her, i couldn't help but think she would have tried talking to Dean. Unlike stuttering dork me who couldn't even talk to a guy in my dreams. I sighed and rested my head against the cool window. I suddenly felt very warm. As Elle and i went on our way home, I couldn't get Dean's face out of my mind.

3rd Person Pov:

In another part of the country, Dean Winchester shot up in bed. His brother, Sam, looked over at him from the table where he was doing research and raised his eyebrow.

"You okay, Dean?" Sam asked.

Dean rubbed the back of his neck and looked over at his brother.

"Yeah, Sammy, just had a weird dream is all." He muttered.

How did that girl know my name?, Dean thought as he lay back in bed.

He could have sworn he's seen her before.

Somewhere.