Here we go chapter 2! Movin' right along. I hope you enjoy it! Please remember to review!
Sweet Child O' Mine
"Dee-eean," She called from another room. "Oh, Dee-eean."
Her voice was distant, but he knew it was her. He wandered through the hall of the Roadhouse, bumping into table after table in the lightless room. Her sing song voice guided him past the bar out the back door. "Deee-eean." He rushed into the field.
" Where are you?" he called.
A child giggled behind him, "Dad-deeee!" The toddler hugged his leg. "Daddy! Daddy!"
He picked the baby girl up. Her blue eyes were just like her mother's, beautiful blue pools that your soul could dive into, drown in the life that shown through. "Daddy!" she squealed bouncing, her white blond hair glowing in the moonlight like silver, the curls bouncing with her. She reached out her little hands to hug him. He felt so warm, this feeling was so right … to be a father.
"There he is!" the sun broke the moonlight, the tall plain grass shortened into a beautiful lush lawn and in place of the roadhouse sat a pleasant farmhouse, a barn in the back, and a white picket fence surrounded them. The screen door creaked open and shut. Deans eyes slowly raised from the baby girl in his arms to the woman on the porch.
"How was hunt hun'?" without warning tears began to tread down Deans dirty cheeks. He placed the girl on the grass and ran to the porch stairs. He looked up into the original pair of blue eyes.
"Is everything okay D?" soft worried lips spoke.
Dean quickly jumped the stairs and gathered her into his arms. She laughed the laugh he loved so much as he swung her around. "Dean! What's gotten into you?"
He put her down, "I love you, Autumn," and before she could say a word he kissed her. The little tugged at his jean leg. "Mommy, daddy!"
Autumn made the half smiled he missed and picked their baby up. "Dean I..." but her smile started to fade. Her brow knotted into concern. "I...I..." she coughed and blood dripped over colorless lips.
The child burst into flame and as she went to scream she disintegrated. When the flame extinguished a pile of ash took its place on the boards of the porch floor. As Dean watched the ashes fall, collecting there, the boards disappeared, the sun went out, replaced by the field and moonlight once more. He looked up to Autumn who's blue eyes were glossed with tears. Her hand went to her stomach, where a small circle of fire began to expand.
"NO!" Dean cried reaching for her. But the distance between the two grew. Autumn cried out in pain as her abdomen took light. She crumpled to the ground, silent.
"AUTUMN!"
"Oh, Dean. You did this, you know." He spun around to find Eve. "Dean, Dean, Dean," she whispered disapproval shaking her head. She looked up "Dean," she said, but it wasn't her voice. "Dean!"
"Dean wake up!" Dean pried his lashes apart and found his brother leaning over him.
"What?"
"You were having nightmares again." Sam sighed.
"No I wasn't."
"Dude, you were yelling and flailing. You wanna talk?"
"No."
"I understand. You know I had those nightmares after Jess."
"Just... just drop it." Dean sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with a lazy hand.
Sam put his hands in the air in surrender and stalked off to the motel room bathroom.
Dean shoved a piece of lettuce in his mouth angrily. "How long do we have to eat rabbit food?" He whined.
"Until Dick Roman doesn't own the food industry, or until you start your own farm..."
"Can I eat bacon? That doesn't have sugar in it."
"Go for it."
A peppy waitress of 16 hopped up to the table, "How is everything?"
"Just peachy, sugar. Can you grab me a plate full of bacon?"
"Um, I can order up a side..."
"Order as many sides that will make a big ole plate of bacon."
She wrote it down and probably skipped away. The way she oggled Sam reminded him of the crow case they worked when they were substitutes and Katie and … Autumn were students.
"Here's a question, if Dick's got America by the balls why is she so peppy?"
"Dean, she's a teenage girl, she's probably on some crazy diet."
They watched her make the order and the cook behind the grill through the kitchen window. The cook was fat and sloth-like. He threw some bacon on and turned around for his own burger and soda. "Dick's got'im."
"I miss pie. Pie and sleep." Dean whined with another mouth full of salad crap.
"Dean," Sam said putting his fork down. Great, here comes the sentimental convo. "Dean, I thought your nightmares had started going away."
"They did. I think just visiting stirred something up again, you know. Just forget it."
"I don't think forgetting would be wise," said a husky voice.
"Jesus, Cas' you can't just pop out of nowhere in a diner!" Sam said. Dean went unphazed taking another bite of salad.
"Oh, Hi there! Can I get you anything?" the peppy girl asked as she placed Deans bacon down.
"No, thank you. I'm all set," Cas said stealing a piece of bacon.
"Excuse me, I hope you don't mind my asking, but you have a great figure," Sam started awkwardly, the girl turned the color of a tomato, "are you on any particular diet?"
"Oh yeah! I juice! It sucks at first but after a few weeks it's great! Really detoxes, you know?"
"Yeah, thanks!" Sam said with fake enthusiasm.
"Is it really appropriate to be discussing that girls physical appearance. She's a little young." Cas noted.
"What's Juicing?" Dean said, shoving about ten pieces of bacon in his mouth.
"You throw a bunch of fresh fruits and veggies into a juicer for all of your meals. I told you she was on a diet."
"Yeah, you only had to be a pedophile to confirm." Dean smiled.
"Sam. Dean. I may have done something regrettable." Cas said looking down, then swiping another piece of bacon.
"What?"
Cas ate the bacon and was gone.
"What the hell was that?"
"He probably stepped on a flower or something."
Dean licked the bacon juice off his fingers.
"Can I juice bacon?"
"No."
"Well, that diet sucks."
They slapped enough cash on the table for the bill and a generous tip and hopped in their crappy car that was too small for Sam's height and hit the MassPike with the Eagles singing.