OK. I have to thank everyone who's gone on this incredibly wild ride with me. Originally, I wasn't even going to write this story. I had the basic concept from "The Picture" and I knew that some people wanted me to expand on the story. I even had a rough idea, this idea that Dean gets his wish and his dream life, only this time in reality.
One thing that made me write this story is my love for Psycho!Dean. Like Ben from Dark Angel, or the shifter from Skin. It turns me on. Having him kill Dave and tie Sam up was fun for me. I know, I'm kinda sadistic like that :)
So, the story's been fun for me, and, in case you were wondering, this is the final chapter. There is an epilogue, which I'll try to post tomorrow, and it will wrap everything up, explain some things, and reveal the TRUE reason I wrote this story, the scene that made me do it. I'm glad you guys have enjoyed it so far and hope that I haven't scared you too much. Thanks for reading and reviewing
The Most Honest I've Ever Been
"What the hell was that?" Carmen demanded as Dean opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying on the couch in the living room with the model hovering over him, her eyes scared.
"That was, uh," he muttered, sitting up and rubbing the large bump that had formed on the back of his head, "that was a poltergeist being banished from your house."
She sat down. "What?"
"Yeah, you heard me. A poltergeist. It's German for noisy spirit or something. It's what trashed your house."
Carmen shook her head. "You got hurt. You hit your head. I'm calling a doctor."
"I'm telling the truth, and you know it. You saw that flash of light, right? That was the house being purified."
"That's impossible. Things like that-"
"How else can you explain it?"
She shook her head again. "No. It's not-"
"There are a lot of things out there in the dark, Carmen," Dean admitted, pushing himself into a sitting position and scooting closer to her. He reached out and took her hand. "I should know. One of those things killed my parents."
She pulled her hand back. "Who are you?"
"Name's Dean," he grinned, "Dean Winchester."
"You're crazy."
"If you really thought that, you'd have run out of the house screaming by now. Just hear me out, ok?"
Carmen nodded. "Fine, but if you try to pull anything, I should warn you that I have a black belt."
"Fair enough. I told you my dad hunted, right? Big, scary things? What you just saw was one of those big, scary things. He trained me and my brother to hunt, too. Sam and I, it's what we do."
"Sam's your brother?"
"Yeah, he is. We look for different jobs, and when I saw the newspaper article about your house, I had to come."
"You knew what it was?"
He nodded, his stomach suddenly tied in knots, his mouth dry. It was the moment of truth, and he knew it. He also knew that he shouldn't have been so nervous. She loved him. She wouldn't care how he'd come across the article, just that he'd saved her.
"I have something I need to tell you," he began slowly, reaching out again and taking her hand. He locked eyes with her. "It's gonna sound crazy, but I need you to listen. It'll all make sense by the end, and you'll see that everything happens for a reason."
"What?"
He took a deep breath, and plunged right in. "A couple of weeks ago, my brother and I were hunting a genie in Illinois. I went after it alone, thinking I could take it, and it attacked me. It granted my wish."
She nodded. "What did you wish for?"
"My mom. My mom, and everything that came with her. My dad was at peace and my brother was happy and I had a home. I had a girlfriend who really loved me and didn't care that I wasn't perfect, because I was perfect to her. And she was perfect to me." He reached out and pushed a stray strand of hair behind Carmen's ear. "She still is."
Carmen's eyes widened and she pulled back a bit. "What are you trying to say?"
Dean smiled. "It was you. You are the girl of my dreams."
She shook her head, scooting away from him. "That doesn't make any sense. I never even met you before the other day."
"That's because it wasn't really a wish. The genie did something to me, like some sort of acid trip. It was all a dream, Carmen, everything but you. I had to get out, or it would have killed me. I gave up everything I wanted to come back here, and when I saw your ad in the magazine…"
"You thought I'd just welcome you in with open arms?"
"No. No. I knew you could love me, though. I knew that I could have something with someone and it wouldn't get taken away. Please. Just give me a chance. I know you'll love me. We were meant for each other. You're the one."
"Dean," Carmen began, shaking her head, "I'm sorry. Things don't work like that."
"Just… just once. Please, I'm being honest with you, I'm telling you the truth. I've never told anyone this much, not even Sam. You have to give me a chance. Please. I want to be happy."
"I can't do it. It's too soon. Dave-"
"Dave's dead. You have to move on."
"No. You need help. You're, I don't know, obsessed or something. What would your brother say if he knew?"
"He'd call me crazy."
"It was a dream," she explained carefully, "and I can't love you."
"This isn't the way it's supposed to go."
"Please leave," Carmen said softly, hanging her head as she stood up, "go get your things, leave, and don't come back. I'm sorry."
"So am I," Dean muttered, standing and heading toward the stairs. He stopped suddenly and turned, flashing a quick smile. "Hey, you know what? How about I give you my cell number, and if you ever change your mind you can give me a call and I'll rush right over."
"Dean-"
"I don't want you to be alone forever."
"I won't. I'll find someone."
He nodded, jotting his cell number down on an old receipt he'd found in his jacket pocket. "I know. Everyone has a soul mate." He handed her the paper. "I'll be back when you need me."
He turned back toward the stairs, confident that she would realize her mistake in time, and grabbed his bag from his room. "I'll see you, then," he grinned, waving at Carmen as he left the house, heading back to the motel room and his starving brother.
Epilogue tomorrow. And remember... Sanity is in the eye of the beholder...
