A Dream Turned Reality Chapter 2
"A girl?" Sam asked, disbelief coloring his tone.
"That's what I said, Sam." Dean said, stepping closer to the body lying in the middle of the lot. She looked to be in her mid twenties, red brown hair, a petite body, roughly 5'4. She was curled up in the fetal position and looked to be just asleep.
Dean bent down to shake her shoulder. "Hey," He whispered. No response. "Hello?" He shook her shoulder harder. She awoke with a start and jolted upright, sending Dean on his butt. She looked at him momentarily, looking completely disoriented, until her eyes widened tremendously and a startled gasp escaped from her plump red lips.
"Ohmygod," It all came out in a jumble. "OHMYGOD!" She yelled even louder, scooting farther away.
"Whoa," Dean held is palms up. "Calm down, I'm just trying to help you,"
"You-you're De-Dean," She stuttered.
Dean's heart skipped a beat. He liked how she said his name. But then reality struck him, how in the hell did she even KNOW his name. "How'd you know that?"
"Wh-where am I?" She asked, looking more scared. "Ho-how did I get here?"
"You've got to calm down and tell me how you knew my name?"
Sam came up behind the two and listened carefully as they started talking. He surveyed the girl sitting before him. She didn't look injured, she only looked frightened. And…shocked? "I was just watching you on T.V.,"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked. She looked up to him and, if it were even possible, her eyes widened even more.
"Sam?"
"How'd you know that? What do you mean by you were just watching us on T.V.? Where'd you come from?" He gave her his most reassuring look, making sure his eyes were sympathetic. "Are you hurt?"
"I'm not hurt," She whispered. She looked over to Dean who sat watching her warily. "I know your name because I was just watching you on T.V. You guys are on a television show." Dean gave her a completely disbelieving look. "I'm serious!" She yelled. She looked around the parking lot. "Where am I?"
Dean sighed. "We're in Austin, Texas."
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She sputtered a few times. "Wow, that's kinda far from home,"
"Where do you live?" Dean asked.
"Uhmm, I live in Louisiana," She looked up. "Baton Rouge,"
"Ah ha, been there, done that," Dean checked marked the air. "We had a little problem down there with our, uh, uncle,"
"I already know that you don't have an uncle, Dean." Ashton laughed.
"Well, it seems that you know our name," Sam said. "What's yours?"
She looked up at Sam and smiled sheepishly. "Ashton,"
"Ashton. Is that like Cher or Madonna? Just Ashton?" Dean joked.
"Ashton Ride,"
"Sounds like a nice name," Sam said.
"Glad you think so," She chuckled.
"Would you like to go back to our hotel and figure all this out?" Dean asked.
"Do you not know how perverted that sounded?" Ashton cackled.
"It didn't sound perverted, you just WANTED it to sound perverted,"
"Uh huh," She mumbled.
"Let's get you up, then." Sam said, reaching out his arms and grabbing her by the wrists. He hoisted her up and she jumped up with a spring. Dean got to his feet slower and more carefully. "You all right there, Dean?" Sam asked, concerned.
"Fine, just fine," he grumbled.
"Let's go, then," Ashton bounced excitedly toward the impalas back passenger side door.
Dean smiled the first genuine smile in 3 long months. Ever since he made the deal he found it harder to smile and actually mean it. This girl seemed just the key to a lot more smiles, just like the one he just gave.