Note: Dean is 45 and Ben is seventeen. That's just how I see this story, I know Ben is much older if I did the math but I didn't feel like it. This fanfic is based off the tumblr post from proxydialogue here's the link of it from my tumblr .com

A man in a leather jacket with a amulet around his neck, that's all I remember. Ever since the accident I try hard to put a face on him but can't. I asked mom if she remembers someone like that but every time says

"Ben I have no idea what you're talking about. I think it's the crack in your head, please get some rest sweetie"

A few weeks ago I got into a bad car accident with my mother. I was driving and mom was in a passenger seat. Yes I am 17 I can drive. As we were going down the road it was a green light so I put my foot on the gas and started moving. At the same point some douche bag was so high he must of not realized how fast he was going or that it was a red light. He slammed into their car on my side at 45 MPH. It took 15 minutes for the emergency squad to come and another 45 minutes of cut me out of the car. I was trapped in by the legs but my mom was fine. As I was going in and out of consciousness I kept hearing my mother talking to me telling me she loves me. After that the next next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital with mom at my side holding my hand. She smiled and got up and started combing through my hair telling me what happened. I tried to get up and tell her I'm fine but realized that I couldn't feel my legs. Mom started to cry and told me I have a pinch nerve and that I was paralyzed from the waste down. Also I have a hairline fracture in my skull.

Later that night as I was sleeping I had a very strange dream. It was my birthday party and I saw a man walk up to me. He had a leather jacket and an amulet around his neck. I couldn't see his face but heard his voice. Very low and deep. My mom walked up next to him and smiled.

I woke up in a cold sweat with a low sound of the heart monitor beeping next to me. There was no one in the hall. The hall was decorated full of turkey's and fall leaves. Next week is thanksgiving. Mom is in the seat next to me. She didn't get too damaged in the accident. Just a couple of cuts and bruises. I start to move my hand down my waist and down my leg. I start to squeeze my upper thigh as hard as I can but cannot feel anything. I begging to start to cry. Why did this happen to me? WHY!? I sit up and start to punch my leg with both hands as hard as I can. I just want to feel something. I cry harder and louder. I starts to to say

"No! NO! NO! COME ONE JUST WORK!"

The next moment mom wakes up and hurries to stand. She tries to grab my hands, I continue to hit my legs, to stop me but I keep going. Finally I give up and fall into her chest and cry. She brings her hands around my shoulders moving her thumbs in circles.

"Honey it's going to be fine, I promise you" she says but I wonder if she's lying.

I see myself and the man working on a black car. It is the same man as my dream in the hospital. He is wearing the same thing as before except his jacket is not on. Both our sleeves are up to our elbows and our hands full of grease. He gestures to a part in the cars engine and says a joke, I laugh.

"Dean you're so funny"

I look over to him this time he has a face but I cannot distinguish what exactly it looks like. All I can see is green eyes, the most greenest eyes I have never seen. He opens his mouth to say something...

"BENJAMIN THIS IS THE LAST TIME IM TELLING YOU GET UP!" Mom yells me awake. My eyes pop open.

It has been two weeks since I was admitted to the hospital because of the accident. Everything has been fine. We had to put some ramps in the house and expand some doors for my wheel chair. We put a chair in the shower so I can clean myself. At the hospital my mom had to clean me, talk about embarrassing! Other than that everything went back to normal.

As I push my covers off me I look at the clock 6:17. I over sleep by 17 minutes. I have to get ready extra early for school now. I start to take off my clothes, I stretch to the right and grab a pair of jeans and a shirt from my dresser. I begin to dress I start with my pants I have to move my right leg first and slide up, then left leg. Once they're up my legs I lay flat and pull them up around my waist. I button them then sit up. I put my shirt on normally. I move my body to the right and stretch to get my wheel chair. I whip my legs over the side of my bed and in once quick move I sweep my body into the chair. I flip to my left and grab my gloves from the night stand. Once they're on I unlock my chairs wheels and begin to to wheel myself out of my room. I go down the hall till I reach the stairs. We had to put in a stair lift for me. I do the same thing as the bed as the stair lift. Once I'm in I press a button and it hums to life. It starts to move down slowly.

"Are you coming down?" Mom says.

"No mom it's just coming down by itself" I say back to her.

When I reach the down there is another wheel chair. Again as you guess I get myself in the wheel chair and buckle it. I unlock the wheels and roll to the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" Mom asks. I roll to the kitchen table where a chair is moved so I fit in perfectly. I look around at the clock it reads 6:26. 9 minutes! That's my new personal record for getting ready.

"Grits please" I say. She begins to walk to the counter and opens a cabinet. She opens it and grabs the box of instant grits and takes one packet out.

"Mom?" I say

"Yes" she says still working.

"Umm do you remember a guy named Dean? He wears like a big brown leather jacket and an amulet" I say. She doesn't stop working

"No why?"

"It's just I have had two dreams of him, they just seem so real"

"Well what happened in those dreams?"

"Well the first one was my birthday party and he was there. You even walked up next to him and smiled. Next we were working on a car he made a joke, I laughed"

"Well what does this mystery man look like?" She says a little jokingly.

"I can't put a face on him, it's all blurry but he does have very green eyes"

"Ben I don't ever remember a guy named Dean in my slash your life, you probably made this up in your head because of the crash"

"Yeah maybe so..." But I'm not so sure, the dreams seem almost too real to be made up in my head. Mom hands me my grits and I begin to eat. While I eat mom starts to pack my school bag and puts it in the car.

Once I'm done I roll to the door and put on a pair a tennis shoes I left from yesterday. It's not that hard anymore. I roll out my front door to the car. Mom still helps me in and out of the car because I have not go the hang of it yet. I buckle up as she puts my chair in the trunk. She closes the trunk and gets in the car. School is not that far from our home maybe 15 minutes. As we get closer I begin to get nervous.

"You getting nervous?" Mom says.

"A little even though I'm not supposed to admit it because I'm a man"

"You're still my little boy"

"MOM. STOOOOOP! I'm 17 years old! I'm not a little boy anymore!" I complain. She just laughs and shrugs. I can now start to see the school in my view. Mom pulls up in the handicap parking spot and stops. It is now 6:51 the late bell is at 7:06.

"Are you sure your ready?" Mom looks over to me.

"I'm going to have to go back eventually"

Today is my first day back to school since the accident.