Dean looked at the golden blonde haired woman dancing in that sky blue dress. Her hair went down to her knees and whirled around her as she danced. It was rare that she kept it hanging loose because of the length but he always loved it when she did. Her cornflower blue eyes landed on him and she laughed sweetly.
"Why couldn't we be together?" He asked.
"Because we were too hot to handle," she answered.
"Heidie, I miss you," he started crying. "Life is too hard without you."
"Ssh," she said.
She suddenly stood right up against him. Her lips were painted plum purple. He loved that color on her. He wasn't one for makeup but she rocked that plum purple. She connected her soft lips with his, slowly kissing him like she used to.
"It's alright, Dean. It's alright," she said.
"Heidie, please!" He begged. "I miss you so much!"
"I'm still dancing, Dean," she giggled carefreely. "I'm alright. Stop worrying about me. Live!"
Roman knocked his forehead into the door frame a few times. Not hard enough to injure himself but hard enough to try and knock some sense into his own head. He didn't know what to do. Dean was on the bed crying again. He cried a lot in his sleep. Every time he dreamed about Heidie.
"I don't wanna live without you," Dean mumbled through his tears.
That was all Roman needed to hear. He hurried towards the bed and shook Dean awake. Dean flew up in a seated position, blinking rapidly, staring at nothing. He heard her final word inside his head like a loud church bell ringing.
"Live!"
He turned his head and looked at Roman. He was confused. When had Roman come into his room? Dean had been living in Roman's guest room since the day he said goodbye to Heidie. He hadn't left the house since and it wasn't from lack of trying on Roman's part. Dean just couldn't. He couldn't do anything without her.
"Roman?" He asked.
"Another dream?" Roman asked. "You cried again."
"She's still dancing," Dean started crying again.
"I know," Roman hugged Dean. "She'll always dance, Dean. She was a beautiful dancer. Remember her that way."
"I miss her," Dean said.
"I know, Dean. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you can't miss her. It's okay," Roman said.
Roman released Dean from the hug and smiled at him.
"Do you wanna visit her grave today?" Roman asked.
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that. Can we buy some roses for her?"
"Of course," Roman said.
"She likes the pink ones," Dean said. "Liked! She liked the pink ones."
"Pink roses it is," Roman said.