Thanks so much for the reviews. They made me really happy. I was told that sometimes it wasn't clear when I changed POV's so I'll add a header before changing it. I hope that makes everything more clear (thanks for the advise Dutchtreat). Anyway, I was so angry when they decided not to broadcast season 3 here in Holland...yet, that I've bought the dvds so I'm now going back to my marathon of season 3. As if you want to know that. Hope you enjoy this chapter, leave a review if you do!
Sam couldn't shake of the feeling that something was wrong with his brother. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something wasn't right. Of course Dean wouldn't admit it, he didn't want to talk about it.
Probably that stupid protecting his little brother thing again. Somehow Dean seemed to think that Sam couldn't be told what was going on, that it was better for him if he didn't worry. As if he didn't know his big brother well enough to know exactly when something worth worrying over was going on. And right now was one of those moments. Dean was all tensed up, sensing danger everywhere. Something must have happened in order for him to feel so threatened all of a sudden.
Sam's best guess was it happened in the Red Light District. That still didn't sit right with him, but he knew there was no way Dean was going to open up to him, so the best way was to make him think that he had let go of it, he'd find out on his own.
DEAN
'I have to relax, I'm only imagining things, there's nothing out there trying to get Sammy' Dean told himself whilst standing in front of the mirror the next morning.
Sam had gone out to get some coffee so there was no danger of him overhearing. He took another deep breath as he ran his gel covered fingers through his hair. He looked great, had some time on his hands and he was in Amsterdam of all places, surely he could pick up a lovely lady today and have a great night. Sam, of course, would disagree, but he'd never let that stop him before.
He washed his hands when he heard the door to their room slam closed.
'If you broke it, you're paying for it' He yelled to his little brother, waiting for a response that never came. He'd been expecting a smart reply, or at least a grunt if Sam was not in the best of moods, but it remained quiet.
'Sammy?' He yelled towards the bedroom, but whoever it was that had just entered didn't feel the need to announce themselves.
Dean looked around the bathroom looking for some sort of weapon. He only had the knife and it was back under his pillow, where he couldn't reach it. A toothbrush had to suffice, at least he could stab someone with it.
He crept towards the door, slowly pushing it further open with his hand, toothbrush in the other hand, ready to jump at whoever was invading their private space. He thought how ridiculous he must look and imagined the look on Sam's face if he was here to witness it. If this was one of his jokes, than Dean was going to kill him. When he'd opened the door far enough to slip through he glanced at the room, looking for the intruder. Nobody was there and Dean entered the room. A shiver ran down his spine and he saw his breathing clouding in front of him. This couldn't be good. And then he saw her.
She was a stunningly beautiful young lady. She had long, dark hair that danced on her back with every movement. Her eyes with deep blue, and Dean for the first time understood why people sometimes said they could drown in someone's eyes. She seemed to be just the kind of woman that Dean usually went for when looking for someone to have fun with. But this woman, Dean felt like he knew her, really knew her, inside and out. But she was a ghost and he didn't remember ever meeting her. And even if he had slept with her, where did this feeling come from. Outside of Cassie he never felt strongly about a woman and even with Cassie he never really had the idea he actually knew her. He didn't think he could ever really know a woman.
The woman opened her mouth and in a sing-song voice called his name 'Dean' It was the same voice he had been hearing in the Red Light District with Sam, only louder this time.
'Dean' She said again when he didn't respond. Dean wasn't sure what to do. How did this woman, ghost, know his name, and what did she want from him.
'I've been waiting for you' She added, coming closer to him. 'For so long I have been waiting for you, and here you are.'
Dean wanted to ask her why she had been waiting for him. What possibly could she have been waiting for, but something held him back. Coming closer still the woman started unbuttoning her blouse and Dean involuntarily took a step back.
'Who are you, why have you been waiting for me?' He finally found his voice. But the woman didn't give him an answer. Instead she came to a halt right in front of him and grabbed a hold of his shirt. He saw a look of desire in her eyes right before she launched herself on him and he fell back, hitting his head against the wall. Damn Sam for convincing him to leave all weapons apart from the knives back home was his last thought before everything turned black.