Chapter 1: Dream a Dream

A/N: Supernatural fanfic. It's based off of the newest season, after the episode "My Bloody Valentine". There might be a OC/Dean pairing later on. But nothing for now.

Dean was absolutely positive he was not supposed to be dreaming. After all, Sammy had just shot him up with a drug guaranteed to knock him out for a couple of hours. You need the sleep,without dreams, Sam had said. So, that lent him his confusion at the scene around him. A field. A field full of lavender. The flowers swayed with the gentle wind that seemed to dance playfully through out the clearing. Sunlight warmed the ground, lending the feeling of spring and a place of wonder. He stood at the edge of it, just in the shadows cast by the dense pine trees. Just as he was beginning to wonder where it was going, he spotted a figure in the middle of the field. A woman, he could tell by the curves that were barely visible beneath the white dress that reminded him of mist. She turned and he sucked in a breath. Eyes the color of ice.

Come to me, Dean, her voice floated through his head, a soft breathy sound that had him stepping into the light before he could even think about moving.

Dean forced himself to stop and consider the possibilities. It could be a trap, a demon in disguise. It could be another angel, looking to kill Sam. After Anna, Dean found any alluring female untrustworthy. Or it could be just another of his erotic dreams. The woman waited patiently, neither moving towards him nor compelling him with her voice. She simply waited, ice blue eyes following his actions with casual interest.

Oh, to hell with it, he decided, strolling forward with the signature arrogant confidence that was classically Dean.

Even as he moved forward, she still didn't move. When he stood only inches from her, she finally moved. Her hand came up and gripped his neck. Eyes that were previously only curious turned intense. He wondered fleetingly how his imagination could make up such a contradicting woman.

"Look at me," she commanded, still in that soft voice. He was helpless to resist. Green eyes connected to blue. He noticed things about her then. Her hair was brunette, dark and rich. It was wavy, reminding him of curling vines as it brushed against her pale collar bone and shoulders. She also only came up to his shoulder, but she still seemed to command a strength that staggered him.

When she leaned up to speak in his ear, he dropped his head to catch her voice. Her breath brushed against his neck, shiver racing down his spine. Before he knew it, his arms wrapped around her and pulled her to him. The white and silver silk that covered her frame felt cold, like it really was made of mist and fog.

"Help me, Dean," she murmured in his ear.

Before he could question what she meant, she pulled his head to the side and crushed her lips against his. He was startled at the desperation in her kiss, but before he could react, visions flashed before his eyes.

A highway sign, with the number 6. A town, small and rural. A well-kept mansion. The woman walking down the stairs, beckoning for him to follow. A lavish bedroom,with a canopy bed and a window seat. The woman seated there, a single tear running down her cheek. She turned and looked at him, eyes filled with strength that again surprised him.

As soon as the visions started, they ended. Dean blinked, surprised to find his arms now empty. She stood, a few feet from him, back turned so she faced the woods that surrounded the clearing.

"Follow them, Dean. They will lead you to me," she commanded, starting to walk away.

"Wait a minute. You think you can just pop into my mind and tell me what to do? Not even fucking ANGELS can do that," Dean told her, striding forward and gripping her arm in a firm hand.

He spun her towards him, wanting answers. But as he did, her free hand snapped out, connecting hard with his jawline. It had enough power to shock him in loosening his grip so she could rip her arm from him. She fled till she was in the safety of the shadows of the trees before turning back to him.

"It isn't for nothing. I have something you want, no, something you need. Especially if you want to save your brother, Sam."

Dean sucked in a breath, feeling the faint flicker of hope deep in his gut. Could she really... about him? Dean wondered. He looked at her, seeing a faint smile flicker across her lips.

"I know about Lucifer. And I know things you don't. Come to me and I'll tell you everything I know," she told him.

She turned from him and disappeared into the shadows, mist and fog obscuring her figure till he couldn't make it out. Information about Lucifer? Dean was sorely tempted to grasp this faint glimmer of hope. Hadn't he just begged Heaven from help? Maybe this was it. But he didn't even know her name.

Wake, Dean. And come find me. If you can, there was a hint of challenge in the voice as it breezed through his mind. That settled it. Dean never could resist a challenge, especially from a woman.

* * *

Dean shot up in the hotel bed, sucking in a breath as he emerged from his deep sleep. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the shabby curtains and cream -colored wallpaper that was part of every motel they seemed to rent.

"That sedative wore off fast. You were only out for," Sam glanced at his watch, "four hours."

"I can't believe you drugged me, Sam," Dean accused, running a hand through rumpled hair.

"You don't sound too mad," Sam told him, leaning back in the reclining chair with his laptop resting on his legs.

Dean swung his legs off the bed and rested his elbows on his knees, shaking his head to rid it of the fog of sleep. He had a feeling he was supposed to remember something, something important.

Dean! A soft breathy voice, fading as he grew more awake, sounded through his mind, the frustrated and annoyed tone making him snort.

And that's when he remembered. A field of lavender. A woman with eyes like ice and brunette hair. Like a shock to the system, he bolted up, diving for his shoes and struggling to pull them on. Sam sat up in the chair, closing his laptop with a snap.

"What is it?" he demanded, standing and putting away his laptop.

"I... err.. had a dream," Dean mumbled, shrugging his jacket on and searching for his keys.

"You mean, like one of angel visits? From Cas or Anna?" Sam questioned, shouldering the backpack and grabbing his shoes.

"Yeah, something like that," Dean avoided his gaze as he grabbed the keys to his precious Impala, "You go get us checked out."

* * *

Dean waited impatiently in the driver's seat, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. He wanted to get on the road, now. Dean kept telling himself that it was because the hope that they could defeat Lucifer. That they could save Sam from his fate as the Devil's vessel. It wasn't because the passionate, fiery woman with the hidden strength. She was a means to an end, that's all.

"Alright. All set. Let's head out," Sam said, opening the door and sliding into the seat.

Dean silently cursed for letting his guard down and shrugged in Sam's general direction. Starting the car, he pulled out of the cheap motel and onto road, in the direction that would feed them onto Highway 6.

Follow the damn signs, Dean simmer quietly to himself, Life used to be so simple.

A/N: And there you have it. The introduction into this tale of good vs. evil. Don't worry. The next chapter will be up soon. Please, read and review.

-Dasha