Hey guys! New Supernatural multichapter fic here. This is just going to be a short one with a few chapters. It starts set in Fresh Blood, episode 7 of season 3 and it's a Dean/OC. I wrote it because, even though I love Destiel as much as the next person, there aren't enough Straight!Dean fics. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and please review if you would like me to continue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

Chapter 1:

She dreamt of green eyes and freckles; of soft kisses and lingering touches. When she awoke she could still feel his breath on her neck and the ghost of his fingertips on her skin, leaving her gasping and her body aching. The feeling wasn't enough for her to be embarrassed, only enough to leave her with a sense of longing and need.

She never remembered his face but she always knew when it was him. He had appeared in her dreams every night for the past week. She couldn't remember exactly what happened in the dreams but she knew that each night it had always been the same thing.

She got out of bed to shower, knowing she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. She never could. He consumed her thoughts until the bed felt too big and she couldn't stand being alone anymore. Then she would have to get up anyways.

All she wanted was to know who he was, know why she kept dreaming of him. She didn't for one second believe that he was a figment of her imagination. He couldn't be. It had been too real for that. The feelings he gave her were too real.


She was at club. She found herself in places like this too often these days. The man in her dreams was driving her insane and the alcohol and crush of bodies helped her feel less alone.

What else could she do? It had been over a fortnight since she began having the dreams and with each passing day the pain in her chest grew. She wasn't sure what the feeling was exactly. There was definitely some sort of sense of loss when she was awake but it wasn't just that. It was almost as if they were connected somehow and being without him made her very anxious. Other than the obvious heartache, she had been feeling a growing sense of dread over the past couple of weeks.

She sighed and ordered a drink to get her mind off things. While she was waiting she looked around the room, keeping an eye out for anyone who she could dance with. There was a good looking dark skinned guy who was a definite possibility. Well, he was until he leaned down and kissed the man he was with. She turned her gaze to a blond man in his early twenties with a dazzling smile. She considered him for a moment before deciding that she didn't like how expensive his suit was. He was probably a jerk. She next eyed an attractive yet dorky looking tall man with longish brown hair. She bit her lip, thinking. He wasn't exactly her type but the familiar ache in her chest had suddenly become stronger and she needed someone to take her home. Not someone that would kiss her sloppily and make a mess of it or someone rough. She needed someone who would treat her gently for a change. Someone like the man in her dreams. The dark haired man seemed like the best option for that.

She plastered on a smile, forgetting about her drink before making her way over to him.

"Hi," she yelled over the music. "Are you waiting for someone?"

He looked down at her as if surprised. Then he shook his head.

"Just here for a good time then?" she asked.

"You could say that," he replied after a moment. She grinned.

"I'm Vivian," she told him, sticking out her hand.

"Sam," he responded with a small smile as he shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you." She nodded.

Just then another voice interrupted. "Sam this is a waste of time, let's go check outside."

Vivian tilted her head, trying to find who had spoken. It was only when Sam turned to the speaker that she saw who it was. The air left her lungs in a rush and she suddenly felt faint and unsteady.

She hadn't known she was falling until she felt Sam's arms keeping her upright.

"Are you alright?" he asked but she didn't hear him. She was too busy staring at the other man.

His features, which had been so hard to recall before, now gave her the feeling that she was simply meeting up with a childhood friend whom she hadn't seen in ages. Someone's whose face she'd never really forgotten, it was just in the back of her mind, too far to reach when she hadn't seen them for so long.

His name was on her tongue before she even knew she was going to say it. It felt as natural and familiar as her own, giving her the sensation that she had known it all along, she had simply forgotten.

"Dean." She breathed before collapsing.

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~Liliana