Title: White Knight
Rating: PG
Show: Supernatural
Summary: Dean's dream at the end of 'Asylum'.
Disclaimer: Chase belongs to me. Dean doesn't hmmp
A/N: Chase is the girl from Moonlight and Rain… just so you know.
The grass under the willow tree of the old Winchester residence was cool and dry against the back of Dean's shirt. He blinked lazily and looked up at the speckles of blue sky visible through the tree's drooping leaves. The two birds sitting on the branch above her were complaining about the lack of worms while the squirrel nearby was doing a fine rendition of Tiptoe through the Tulips.
A snap and crash made Dean turn his head slowly to the left and he looked at the burning ruins of his house with disinterest. The small figure silhouetted against the flames threw a bottle into the inferno, watching for a few more moments and turned around and came toward him.
"Pretty, isn't it?" Chase asked, flopping down next to him, examining the smidge of soot on her wrist. Her skin looked paler than it was, her black sundress fanned around her. The birds had stopped arguing by that time and were now doing choreographed flying and song to Hound Dog. "Aunt Nina always said she wanted to remodel."
"She'll certainly be surprised when he comes home." Dean said. "But you know, I really did like my room."
Chase shrugged and glared at the birds. "Well your new room will be even better. " The hopeful puppy face she gave him made him smile, and he reached over and adjusting her flower crown of white roses woven through her hair. It pricked his fingers and some of his blood dripped on her cheeks.
"But it's gone now… like the house."
Chase rolled her eyes. "It's just an object. Means nothing. Just a pile of splinters and plastic."
Dean nodded again. "Maybe if I could find him…"
"But you can't." Chase teased, pulling back, her big brown eyes malicious. "Just another thing you're incapable of. Like your incapability of not being able to save your mother or being able to save me." He felt the tears well up in his eyes and Chase tilted her head to the side; observant and innocent looking. "I will hate you until my dying day, Dean Winchester. You know that."
"You're dead now." He said, wiping away the tear on his cheek and looking at the red liquid on his hand.
"Death is such a final word." Chase said. "I prefer to think of it as 'temporarily out of commission'."
"I killed you."
"And I will forever hate you for it, you selfish bastard but what can you do." Her arms came around him and Chase laid her head back on his shoulder. This was Chase. He cared about her, no matter what Sammy said. Sammy treated her like the little sister he never really had and to him? She was… just Chase. "Remember no one will ever love you as much as I do. You'll die alone. Just like you should've died when Sammy shot you. Worthless. You call yourself a hunter? You can't even take a little rock salt to the chest."
"But-"
"When you're responsible for death, it makes you a monster." Her eyes were empty and cold and the birds had stopped singing, the squirrel choked on the walnut. "Why'd you try save that girl on the altar?"
"She was in trouble. Cut up and dying."
He felt Chase's laugh even though it was silent. "Couldn't save me, not really. Wannabe white knight. God, are you pathetic."
Dean felt the tears go down his face and he nodded. "Yeah, I am."
In case you were confused...
Chase isn't REALLY dead. She's a manifestation of Sam and all the victims in Dean's past wrapped in one pretty little package.