When Every Moment Counts Chapter 10: And I Whisper, I love you, a supernatural fanfic

Chapter 10: And I whisper, I love you.

"I swear to God I'm going to kill him. If he keeps wandering off…" Dean was continually muttering under his breath as Allie was silently beside him, trying her hardest to keep the smile from breaking. She knew that he was worried, and with good intentions, but she still couldn't keep the fact from her mind that Sam had only left them an hour earlier. "He better be in here." He said, more to himself then her, as he opened the swinging door to the bar, holding it ajar as Allie followed in after him. "There you are. What the hell are you doing?" Sam remained silent as his eyes moved from Dean to the glass that was currently residing in his hands, shrugging before meeting the gaze of both Allie and Dean. "Having a drink."

"It's two in the afternoon and you doing whiskey?" This is uncharacteristic. And random. Never in her months of knowing Sam had she seen him act out of his usual realm, continually bickering with Dean about his impending doom or dutifully researching their next case. She had never seen him take a moment to enjoy himself, apart from the small quips he got in towards his brother on certain occasions. So for Sam to be sitting at a bar peddling down glasses of whiskey, something had to seriously be eating at him. "What? I drink whiskey all the time."

"No you don't," they said in unison, both Allie and Dean giving Sam questionable looks. "What's the big deal? I mean you used to get sloppy in bars and hit on chicks all the time, why can't I?" Her eyes suddenly met the few women who surrounded her, each with a prominent set of flaws. "It's kind of slim pickings around here, don't you think? What's going on with you?" Sam's eyes met hers, the rims beginning to fill with the unshed tears that glossed over them. "I tried Dean, I tried to save you and I couldn't." She could hear the scraping of the barstool before she saw Dean motion to it. "How chivalrous," she muttered as she took her seat, Dean calling out and ordering a whiskey before she could protest. "And for you?"

"Nothing, one of us has to be responsible." The two continued to talk, Allie not having the heart to listen. She was going to lose him and soon, but with Sam being morbidly omniscient and continually reminding her of that small fact, she couldn't enjoy whatever time was left. "No one can save you because you don't want to be saved. What's wrong with you? Do you value yourself that little?" Allie turned to look at Sam then, the same tears that were threatening his eyes now present in her own. She wanted to scream at him, to force him to see how this was going to end. How every moment would end from then on out if he continued to bask in his own self-pity.

The sudden ringing of a cell phone brought Allie out of her anger, forcing her to quickly wipe the fallen tears from her pallid cheeks. "Hello?.. Yes this is Mr. Edwards.. What?! Where?" His face dropped, turning to Allie with fear in his eyes as she quickly hung up the phone, standing and walking out the door without another word.

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"So, what's the diagnosis?"

"We've tested everything we can think to test, he seems perfectly healthy."

"Except that he's comatose."

"Mr. Edwards, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?"

"No, I mean he never gets sick. He doesn't even catch cold." Silence filled the room as Allie continued to gaze at Bobby's lifeless form with Dean and Sam at her sides. Dean had gotten a call from the hospital saying that Bobby was in Pittsburgh Allegany Hospital and that he was in a coma and they weren't sure if he was going to wake up. "Doctor, is there anything we can do?"

"Look, I'm sorry but we don't know what's causing it, so we don't know how to treat it. He just went to sleep and didn't wake up."

Here was a man that Allie barely knew and still, pain ripped through her at the knowledge that she may never speak to him again. She already missed his quick remarks, his knowing looks to both the boys. And she knew that they couldn't lose him, not now.

They had gotten his room key from the front desk, deciding to use the now vacant room rather than purchasing another. "So what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh anyway?"

"I don't know, unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation." Dean shut the door behind him, all three quickly gazing around the room. Oh look, a bug. That's a new one. She rolled her eyes at the condition of the motel room, just the same as all the rest. She was getting tired of all the uncomfortable beds and the sickening feeling that came with the realization of what could have happened in these rooms before they had occupied them. She was tired of it all, and she had only just begun. "He must have been working a job, right?"

"Well you'd think there'd be some kind of sign or something. Research, news clippings. A freaking pizza box or a beer can…" They were all looking around the room, searching for any sign of Bobby's occupation of the room. From what she could tell, it was spotless, most likely being cleaned up from the same woman who had found Bobby lying, unresponsive in the bed. She made her way to the closet, opening it and turning the light on to find the clippings they were searching for pinned to the wall. "What about this?" She moved the clothing that covered everything out of the way, Sam and Dean joining her to look at the information Bobby had gathered. "Look, obit. Doctor Walter Greg."

"How'd he bite it?"

"They don't know, it just says that he went to bed and didn't wake up," she said as she handed the clipping to Dean, watching as he and Sam began taking things off the wall to try and decipher what Bobby had found out about the apparent case that was in Pittsburgh. Pennsylvania, she thought as a shiver went down her spine, shaking before turning back to the wall. She had never liked the steel city, the glooming atmosphere reminding her of a horror movie. When she notice both sets of green eyes on her she shook her head. "What? I don't like the thought of being in Pittsburgh for very long. City always freaked me out." Dean continued to stare at her as Sam began looking at the information before him, taking the clipping of the Doctor's obituary from Dean. "Okay, anyway. Let's say that Bobby was looking into the Doc's death, you know hunting after something-"

"And it started hunting him." Dean and Allie both began to tune into Sam, Allie getting over being in Pittsburgh while Dean began to think along the same lines as Sam. "Alright, you stay here and see if you can make heads or tails of this. Allie, come on. We're going to go looking to the good doctor ourselves."

"Oh I'll show him, leaving me with the creepy intern…" She continued to mutter her way through the halls, searching each room to find the doctor's office. Dean had left her with the intern who seemed to take a liking to her, giving her any and all the information she desired without asking any questions. Even though she knew that he had left her there for the case, let her be tortured by the lustful looks of the disturbing man with the answers, she knew that Dean had a sick and twisted sense of humor and got pleasure out of her pain. "I'm not at liberty to say…" Damn. What did he get himself into? Allie turned the corner to find Dean standing in front of a brunette woman, Dean looking from the girl before him to the doorway where Allie now stood. "Please, I'm just a grad student. This was just a job to get me by."

"Well, I'm sorry but this might go on your permanent record, unless you hand over the doctor's research to me immediately." Well he pulled that one out of his ass and he knows it. Dean looked up and smiled to her as the woman before him turned and began piling up whatever documents she could find.

"Your good, I'll give you that."She said with a smile as they headed out to the car, throwing all the papers in the back seat. "Oh, you know I'm better than that." She rolled her eyes as she shook her head, opening the car door and climbing into the car without another word.

"You were one of his test subjects, right- Ah, Jeremy. This is my partner, Allie Roker." Jeremy found Allie as Allie met Dean's side, his blue eyes piercing through her with a slight smirk to his face. Oh dear lord. Here we go…He quickly looked away from her when he realized he had been staring, Allie rolling her eyes when his back turned towards them while he was in the fridge. "Did you see the way-"

"Shut up Dean." They were speaking in whispers, Dean's shoulders suddenly growing tense with the jealousy that consumed him and Allie couldn't help but smile. It was something she loved to do, loved to see. Whenever she let Dean know that she wasn't staying just because she had to, that she had other options and he grew defensive and jealous, she couldn't help but love him more. Jeremy turned back towards them, two beers out-stretched towards them with a hesitant gaze. "Unless you guys are on the clock…" Both Dean and Allie looked to each other, Dean shrugging and Allie taking the beer without a second thought. With everything that's been going on, I need one. " I guess we can make an exception." Dean took the beer from Allie's hand, opening it and handing it back to her while opening his own and taking a sip. Dean began interrogating Jeremy on his 'disease' asking him questions pertaining to the information that they found in the doctor's research, but Allie had other ideas. She slowly began walking around the room, searching for any signs that would be out of the ordinary. "To tell you the truth, it kind of scared me." Allie came back to Dean's side, smiling to Jeremy before placing her beer on the table. "Well, I think that's enough for now. We'll contact you if we have any further questions. Thank you for you time."

Once they were out of Jeremy's apartment Dean pulled her to the side, her back against the wall while he was looking down upon her. "What was that? I wasn't done yet."

"Yes you were, we got all we needed. Doctor had some creepy ass studies that the kid dropped out of. What else could you have possibly asked him?" Dean shrugged as a smirk slowly made its way across his face, their close proximity giving Allie the same mind set as Dean. "Sam's waiting for us."

"Then let him wait," he said as his eyes lit up, crashing his lips upon her own.

They had changed and gone back to the hospital, Sam remaining in the room to look through the information they had gotten from the doctor. Dean had wanted to see Bobby, for what reasons he wouldn't disclose to her. He just 'wanted to see him'.

The coffee machine failed to suffice for her lack of energy and she was yawning as she sat beside him, Dean looking over to her with a look of angst. The closest thing he had to a father was lying helpless before them and they didn't know how to save him. "Why don't you go and take a nap? I'll come and wake you if anything happens." She didn't want to leave him, to let him be on his own for she had learned that when Dean was grieving, he became self-destructive. But one look from him, only pleading glance and she nodded, standing up with a chaste kiss to Dean before walking out the door and towards their hotel room.

The echoes of children's laughter filled her ears as the bright light of the sun invaded her vision. She looked around to find herself sitting on a rocking chair, a yard with two children running around it in front of her. "This has to be a dream…it has to be…" The girl bounded towards her, raven curls bouncing with each movement. She beautiful, her ashen skin and jet black hair accentuating the dazzling emerald eyes that gazed back at Allie. "Oh god, no."

"Mommy?" She closed her eyes then, trying to rid herself of the thoughts that now invaded her mind. Here she was, stuck inside the same dream world that apparently had Bobby trapped and she was sitting on a porch with a glass of Iced Tea with her children running before her. "But I don't get it. Bobby's and the doctor's were apparently violent dreams, why is mine so peaceful?"

"Where's Daddy, mommy?" The same child's eyes let up when she heard a voice come from the house, one that Allie knew all to well. Dean rounded the corner, arms out-stretched to, apparently, their daughter and smiled when she wrapped her small arms around his neck. "Hi Auddy."

She could see the boy running towards her, wrapping his arms around her legs with a smile to her. His hair was the same colors as Dean's, his dimples ever so prominent but his eyes, those were all hers. She didn't know what to do, what to think. Everything was so vivid, so real but she couldn't give in, she couldn't let herself fall victim to the games that whoever had taken her mind hostage was playing. "No," she muttered, backing away from the child. He wasn't hers, he never would be. "Als?!" She turned then to find Dean, or, actual Dean. He standing in the field in front of the house, his appearance mimicking that of the man that stood before them. "Why couldn't you have just let better than be, Allie? I liked you, I thought that by giving you a happy ending then maybe I'd have a chance, at least in this world."

"Allie, get over here." She tried to run towards him, a sudden barrier forcing her backwards. She tried screaming out but it was only silent, Jeremy closing in on her. "It's my dream, I can take control of it. You won't have a shot in hell." He gave her a bitter laugh, grabbing something that laid not far from him. "In this world, I am God. So yeah, I do….Sweet dreams, Alison."

"What happened?" Dean was sitting beside her, having hand both of his hands on either sides of her face the moment she had woken up, Sam taking the car to go check on Bobby while Dean made sure that she was fine. "Sam and I came back after figuring out that we needed to dream walk into Bobby's dream to save him and that's when we found you unconscious on the bed. We had to wait for Bela to get us the African Dream Root and the second she did Sam went to help Bobby while I came to find you." Her hand came to rest on the back of her neck as she sat up, joining Dean towards the edge of the bed. "What about Jeremy? Did you tell Sam?" He shook his head as he stood, handing her the jacket she had adorned for most of their missions and grabbing his. "Yeah and that's what we're supposed to be doing. Checking out Jeremy."

"Dean, about my dream-"

"I heard what Jeremy said to you, said about your happy ending. It wasn't you idea, it was his…" Well it wasn't all his idea. But could she tell him that that same dream had been haunting her dreams without the aide of Jeremy? That at nights the thoughts of Dean and her spending their lives together plagued every moment of her imaginings? "Yeah, course." She nodded, walking out the door in silence and getting into the car, knowing that Dean knew she was hiding something and knowing that he wouldn't confront her on it.

Seeing the two of them sitting in the hospital room, the man she had barely known being awake and the other who had become something of another brother to her sitting together and looking over the case, brought a smile to her face. "So Jeremy's skipped out, went to his apartment and there wasn't anyone there. His stuff was gone and everything."

"His names Jeremy Frost and a genius with a 160 IQ. Surprising seeing as his dad took a baseball bat to his head." He lied. She remembered then hearing him talk about his dreamless nights, how because of bicycle accident he couldn't dream, but it wasn't the bike…"It was his dad. Dean, remember he said something about a bike accident? Saying that he couldn't dream because he hit his head? What if it wasn't the truth? What if he was covering up the fact that he was beaten senseless and it screwed up his dreams?"

"Yeah, the beating gave him Sharco Wilbrey, hasn't dreamt since."

"Until he took a shot of the African Dream Root? How'd he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you anyway?"

"Well he was digging around in my head for God knows how long, no idea what he could have found."

"And it'd be the same with me. He had to get the idea of my utopia from somewhere…" Her eyes met Dean's as he looked away, running his hand over his mouth. She knew that he was denying it, trying his hardest to keep away from the thoughts that were threatening to take him. But the truth was, she was doing the same thing. "But how'd he get in there in the first place? He needs a hair or DNA of some kind for the dream root to work."

"Yeah, before I knew it was him he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest freaking thing I've ever done."

"Oh, I don't know. Wasn't that dumb." They both looked to each other, realization dawning on Alison. I knew I shouldn't have taken that God damned beer! "Dean you didn't?"

"We were thirsty…."

"That's just great. Allie too! Now he can come after all of you."

"It's fine, we'll just catch him first."

"Well we better hurry or coffee up because the one thing we cannot do is fall asleep."

For two days she had driven around aimlessly with Dean in the car, Sam unwillingly obliging to leave the two of them alone to go and keep Bobby awake. They had listened to his pleas, listened as he tried to reason with them but neither paid him much mind. He was bases his judgments on their past actions, his mind instantly going to the dogs at the thought of them alone. She could still hear him whining and claiming that 'they needed to stay awake and us alone would only make that much more difficult'. Now, as she listened to Dean continue to scream and lash out because of his lack of sleep, she wished that they had taken Sam's woes to heart and proven him right. "This Jeremy guys not a friggin' ghost so where the hell could he be…"

"Dean, are you sure you don't want me to drive? You seem a little…" His hand was gripping the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles growing white. "What, Al, aggravated? Because I'm pretty sure that two days of no sleep and only running on pure caffeine will do that to you. And your not so perky your damn self."

"Well at least I don't sit around screaming about it! You're the one who wanted the beers."

"So now it's all my fault?"

"Yeah it's all your fault! I wouldn't be in this damn position if it wasn't for you! I wouldn't be here!"

"Oh and I forced you to stay? You had every opportunity to leave-"

"And return to my old life. You said it yourself, I wouldn't have lasted a minute on my own. If your horny ass never picked me up at that damn bar then I wouldn't have even met you."

"I'm so sorry that you, who asked for it, decided to come along with us." Neither meant a word that was coming from their mouths and the other knew it. They were only taking their frustrations out on each other, finding it easier to put all the blame on each other rather than focusing it towards finding Jeremy and being able to finally sleep once more. Dean's ringtone silenced them as he began searching his pockets for it, the car veering slightly with each irritated grasp. "Tell me you got something! Yeah? What the hell Bobby?! Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm tired.. What's Bela got? Great! Well I'm just going to go blow my brains out now." He hung up the phone, throwing in on the seat between them in his haste. "Fine!" He punched the steering wheel, causing Allie to jump before turning to him. "Damnit Dean! Wait?! What the hell are you doing?!" He had taken a sudden turn and now they were pulling up a dirt road, Dean putting the car into park when they reached an opening. "I'm done. I'm taking myself a long, overdue nap."

"What? Dean, Jeremy can come after us!" He was already laying back, closing his eyes and ignoring whatever she had to say. She reached forward, taking a hair from his head to only listen to his protest. "Ouch, what the hell?"

"Your not going after him alone and since I'll only wake up in my own separate dream, I'm going in yours."

"No, your not."

"Why not? Then, at least, there's two to one." He was trying to give a reason, think of something to keep her awake and out of harms way, and the only one he could think of failed to convince her otherwise. "Because, I don't want you digging around in my head." She shrugged, grabbing what was left of the dream root tea they had drank earlier and added Dean's hair into the glass. "Bottoms up," she muttered as she grimaced, taking down the bitter liquid and his hair.

She was the first to wake up, looking to Dean sleeping beside her in the car. "Dean, Dean! Wake up." He grasped as he opened his eyes, looking to her before looking at their surrounding area. "What are we still doing here?"

"I don't know. Come on." She opened the door to the Impala, Dean following suit. The night sky called to her as she began looking around, trying to find any sign that this was truly the dream world where Jeremy reigned supreme. "Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you.' Birds singing in a Sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me." Her attention caught on as she whipped around to see Dean staring at a woman on a blanket, a picnic basket beside her. She was talking to him and as she got closer she realized who it was. Oh god, it's me. "Come on, Dean. We don't have much time before we have to pick up the kids from soccer." She continued to move closer to him, Dean looking over his shoulder to her. "I've never had this dream before….stop looking at me like that." But she couldn't. Her eyes were trained on his, looking from her own reflection in the girl that sat before them to him. "Dean, I love you." And the music stopped, the faux Allie disappearing just as quickly as she had appeared. But Dean continued to glance at the spot where she had been. "Als…" He turned towards her, but her eyes caught onto Jeremy, Dean looking in her same direction before quickly running after his retreating figure. They were running in a forest, Dean ahead of her and Jeremy out running them both. She could still Jeremy but suddenly, Dean wasn't there. He was gone, and she was alone.

The car was silent as she awoke once more, this time in their reality. "Dean, wake up…Dean!" Suddenly he turned towards her but Dean wasn't who she found. Jeremy raised his bat in the air, jabbing it into her stomach before she fell out of the open door. "You just don't know how to leave well enough alone." He was moving towards her, his bat at the ready. He continued to encroach upon her, Allie trying her hardest to move out of his way. "You're a psycho!"

"Me? No."

"Yeah, well ask the doctor."

"The doctor? No, you see. He's the one who got me hooked on this stuff and then took it away. I needed it. I could finally dream again. Do you know what that's like? Not being able to dream? You never rest, really. It's like being awake for fifteen years."

"Oh and that makes you go crazy?!"

"I just want to be left alone. I just want to dream."

"Sorry, you can't dream, not when you go all Freddy Krueger and kill."

"Wrong answer." Suddenly she couldn't move, she fought against everything to only find that her hands were tied to stakes that were driven into the ground beneath her. She was stuck and vulnerable to whatever Jeremy wanted to do to her. "I'm getting better and better at this, taking control. And you and you lover? Dean? Your not waking up. Not this time." Pain ripped through her as each swing of the bat struck her. She called out, screaming to Dean and nothing came except more agony. "You can't stop me, nothing can here."

"Because of the dream root? Well, your forgetting something. I took the dream root too." She had to think, she had to find the only thing that would frighten Jeremy, the only thing she knew and suddenly his father was there, screaming. The bat was flying but beating Jeremy instead of her. And then, she was awake.

"You guys seen Bela? She's not in her room and she's not answering the phone." Why does he care? She knew it shouldn't bother her, seeing as it was her that was in his dream, but jealousy still invaded her at thoughts of Bela. "Maybe she left."

"Just like that?"

"To me what's weird is why she helped us in the first place."

"I thought you saved her life." The silence that followed gave Allie her answer, Bela hadn't helped them for free. But what had she taken? "What are you talking about?"

"That thing in Flagstaff."

"That was an amulet, I gave her a good deal. That's all."

"Dean. Sam, check the safe." She watched as Dean moved forward, realization dawning on him as he continued to chant 'No'. The safe was empty as he threw the door opening, looking to Allie and Sam. "The colt. Bela stole the colt."

"Pack the stuff."

"Why?"

"We're going to hunt the bitch down."

"So, are we going to talk about it or just resort to naïve ignorance?" They were standing at the trunk of the Impala, Allie throwing the bag that was on her shoulders into it without thinking and shutting it. "How about not when we're trying to find the only thing that can save us? When it's all down, alright? I promise." She looked to him, seeing only the truth hidden in his eyes. She nodded, turning and opening the back door and climbing in while Sam joined them in the front.

"Als, Sam. I've been thinking. Well the thing is…I don't want to die." Allie's eyes were trained on Dean, watching the way he spoke, how he stared out the window rather than either of them. "I don't want to go to Hell."

"Alright, okay. We'll find a way to save you."

"Okay, good." She let her hand fall upon his shoulder, looking to both of the boys as they sat before her. There was a truth to Sam's words, they would try to find a way, but could they?

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Comments and Reviews would be amazing. I'll address the connection between their dreams later on, not sure when but I'll figure it out.

--Rae.