Chapter Nine
Haunted Dreams
August 18th, 2013 - Lawrence, Kansas - Winchester Home - 4:15 AM
Dean had been staying with the Winchester's from this world for a week now and memories from his world became his nightmare. Night after night, death after death, he couldn't get them out of his mind. But tonight would be different.
After tossing and turning for hours, occasionally stopping to listen for any alarming noises, he managed to tumble into the world of sleep.
In Dean's Dream
Dean walked through an empty hallway, which was lined with picture frames that held images of people's bodies but their heads and faces were blurred. Some girl appeared from the left of the was dressed in a white nightgown and a large stain appeared to be on the whole front side of it. A stain that looked like it was from...blood.
"Dean?" A feminine voice asked. "Don't you remember me? I was Sam's girlfriend." Slowly, the girls face came into focus and Jessica Moore's face appeared to him. Her curly blonde hair reached her waist and she smiled at Dean.
"Jess." Dean breathed.
"Dean." Jess' hand came up and brushed his cheek with the back her hand in a family gesture.
"I'm so sorry for what you've been through." She said with a tear in her eye but her eyes hardened.
"But you can't save everyone Dean! Some people have to die!" Jess' eyes burned with the truth before her hair starting to become aflame and her whole form burst out into flames. Dean closed his eyes in horror and when the heat and light faded, he opened his eyes to another woman...and a child.
"Oh my god. Lisa. Ben." Dean said as emotions welled up in his throat, he missed them like crazy!
"Dean." They said together, staring at him creepily.
"You couldn't save us Dean." A knife wound appeared on Lisa's shirt again and she begin to pour blood from the wound. A bullet wound appeared on Ben, right above his heart, and he immediately fell to the ground.
Lisa stared into Dean's horror filled ones.
"Even though you want to, you can't save everybody Dean. Some people are just meant to die." Lisa's eyes rolled to back of her head after saying this and her and her son's body images shimmered and disappeared.
Three people appeared from where Lisa was. A blonde haired chick with blue eyes, a dark haired man with blue eyes, and a gruffy looking man with a ballcap on.
"M-Mom? Dad? Bobby?" Dean stuttered out, with a tear escaping from his eyes.
Mary, his mom from his world, turned to look at him and a gasp escaped her lips. The same with his dad, and Bobby.
"Dean?" Mary asked shockingly. "How are we in your dreams?" The three looked at him for an answer.
"I don't know. People from the past have been coming to my dreams and telling me that people must die for a reason." Mary shook her head.
"No. Someone is controlling your dreams! The only way someone can communicate with the dead is if their future is in danger or they're about to die! And only a demon can jump start it!" The three dead but important people to him looked around, as if looking for danger.
"You know..." Four heads turned to the shadows of the hallway. Yellow eyes beamed out from it. "This is happy family reunion."
"Azazel! But you're dead!" John snarled.
"Oh, Dean-o, has told you yet? He's entered a different dimension, to save little Sammy's life! So instead of me being after Sam this time around, I'm after Dean here. And right now, I wanna see how much he can take." Mary looked around questioningly.
"Dean's had to watch you three die, now I'm gonna make you watch Dean die." Azazel grinned evilly at the trio and watched the horror cross their face but didn't give them time to react. Azazel turned around and snapped his fingers and waited.
Dean didn't feel anything at first but then he dropped to his knees in pain. He could hear shouts of his name being called out but all he could focus on was the pain. He started choking on his blood, which he felt climbing it's way out of his throat. Dean looked up and saw the three people he thought were his parents, watched their eyes turn coal black and saw 'Mary' lean down to his ear.
"Awww, poor baby. We were just lowering your defenses." Mary-not-Mary grinned evilly at him before standing up and disappearing into nothingness. Dean felt blood start to trickle out of his eyes and nose and fall onto the ground. He couldn't breathe. He saw his vision start to go black and saw Azazel move closer to him before gripping his head and smiling down at him.
"Sweet dreams, Dean." Before smashing Dean's head on the wood flooring beneath him, making his vision go black.
End of Dean's Dream - 5:10 AM
Dean sat up straight in his bed, breathing heavily.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Ou- Oh fuck it. Dean said in his head. The usual breathing technique that would calm him down after a nightmare was not working.
So, Dean stumbled out of his bedroom and into the bathroom down the hall and cursed when he saw himself in the mirror. Blood trails ran from his eyes to the bottom of his chin, and the same with his nose. His mouth was blood red and had a red substance around it, as if he had actually been choking on his own blood and it happened to come out in real life.
Dean blinked and rubbed his eyes, hoping that he was just imagining this.
Son of a bitch. Dean cursed in his mind before searching for a red towel, to clean the blood up with.
Knock knock knock. Three knocks sounds at the door, stopping Dean in his search for a red towel.
"Dean, you in there son?" John's sleepy voice come from the other side of the door and Dean cursed a string of words in his head. John in his world had been protective but this John was like 10 times more protective of him. And goddamn it, if John saw him now, he wouldn't even be allowed to sleep alone anymore.
"Yeah. Just give me a moment." Dean made sure to make his voice seem drowsy and sleep-filled. Dean gave up on searching for a red towel and grabbed the first towel that he touched, which of fucking course had to be a white towel.
He ran water and quickly scrubbed down his face, getting every last drop of blood of his face, making his face turn red with how hard he was scrubbing. Dean threw the towel in the back of the linen closet after he was done and made sure there wasn't a trace of blood anywhere in the bathroom.
Dean opened the doors and made himself look half way asleep. He smiled a tiny smile at John before stumbling out of the bathroom. John stopped him and looked at him worriedly.
"Dean, you okay? You're face is all red." Damn it.
"Hmm?" Dean played it off. "'Ust've slept on'it wrong. It's 'kay." Dean shortened his words, because he knew that was what he would do if he was actually sleepy as he sounded. John snorted at his word choices and brought Dean in for a hug. Even though Dean was 6'1', John was like, 6'3'. And damn it, if Dean was once again the short one of the guys in the family.
Dean's breathe got stuck in his throat as John rubbed one hand down his back and one in his hair.
"What'd ya doin'?" Dean's voice was muffled from where it was tucked into John's shoulder. John let out a low sleepy chuckle.
"What does it look like, son? It's called a hug for a reason."
"Sorry, sir. You just never really gave them to me back in my world." Dean said lowly.
John's arms tightened around Dean briefly before John was muttering into Dean's ear.
"Well, I'm not your John. I'm a different one who actually knew how to treat family and missed his first born since he died when he was 3. So get used to these son, because you're gonna get them a lot. Plus, you looked like you needed a hug."
Dean was overcome with emotion and his throat was choked with it. Dean nodded into John's neck before wrapping his arms back around him. Dean did need a hug because he was scared. Dean Winchester was scared and he was a pussy if he didn't admit it.
Dean thought he was going to die that night.
Dean thought he would be alone in this world.
But now Dean knows the true definition of family.
Family is someone who is there when you need them, unconditionally. Family is someone who understands you when you don't understand yourself. Family is someone who knows you inside and out when you don't know what's up or down. Family doesn't end in blood. Family doesn't end in dimensions. Family can be anyone, anywhere, at anytime. Family means everything and Dean will do anything to protect his family.
Even if it means taking his own life to protect them.
So...
I made John a nice person in here and I like it cx
It's 2 AM in the morning and I forgot to write a chapter for today so TADA I did it in the morning when my parents are pissed because I should be asleep.
So, Supernatural addicts, tell me how I'm doing so far!
I'm super scared that I'm disappointing you all with this story and I'm sorry if I am cx
Don't come to my house and force to me retpye another story ;3
I'll see you guys Wednesday!
Byeeee!
~PrettyLittleRose
