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A Dream Turned Reality Chapter 14
Dean just stared at the body lying on the bed. Her breathing was coming in short puffs and the bleeding coming from her head and face had stopped for a moment. She shifted, a groan escaping her lips. He was at her side in a seconds notice, moving a piece of blood encrusted red hair out off of her cut up forehead. "Shh," he soothed, but she wasn't awake.
She had yet to wake up. Since she had gone limp in his arms a few hours ago, her eyes had failed to open and she seemed to be having continuous nightmares.
He couldn't help but blink furiously to help keep his tears at bay.
This girl…this random girl that literally appeared into his life only a few days ago…was leaving him without words and breathless. She took away all plausible thoughts and made him weak in the knees. And everything and everyone be damned if that was going to stop.
Dean wasn't used to feeling like this. To feeling like his whole existence was living and being controlled by this one girl's being. He'd known her for only a few short days, but their connection was so strong that it seemed like forever.
He could picture her as a little girl, her blonde hair flying behind her as she ran around chasing leaves. He wanted it to be true…that he could see it for real…her actual little girl self running around happily…before all of her pain and sadness she told him about came to life and erupted before her beautiful eyes.
"Ash…"He whispered hoarsely. "If I could take all your pain away…I would." He sniffled.
"Dean," A light voice said from behind him. He whipped around, sending the phone that was sitting on the arm rest of his chair to the floor. "No need to be sad."
He stared in awe as the figure, who was bathed in the most beautiful white light, glided over to his side, kneeling down beside Ash's form on the bed.
"Who are you?" He heard himself whisper. He didn't recognize his voice. It was worried and sad, with a hint of fear and desperation. "What are you?"
"My name is Abraham. I'm the angel of the past and Destiny." He turned to look at Dean. "I've come to make your wish come true."
A look of confusion crossed Deans chiseled face and made a frown appear on his lips. "What are you talking about? What wish?"
"You didn't say it out loud, Dean." He stood, making his way to float beside Dean, as if he was sitting on a chair. "You thought it. You made a wish within your head that you could see Miss Ride here as a child. To see how her face would light up before sadness seeped into her pores." Abraham looked at him. "Would you really like that?"
Dean nodded. "Yes. I would." He looked back over to Ashton and sighed. "I want to know the real her. Before everything she told me happened."
The Angel sighed. "And that's why I'm here. To make that happen."
He looked at Abraham measurably. "Are you for real?"
Abraham nodded. "As real as everything else that you've ever seen."
"I have one question for you, then, Abraham." Dean looked at him venomously.
"What's that, Dean?" the angel asked, temperately.
"Why didn't you save my mother?"
Abraham floated there silently. "Because if I had…you would not have saved or met any of the people you have. You wouldn't have met Ashton Ride…or that Cassie girl. You wouldn't have saved all those people that you have…or the people you WILL save in the future."
Dean spat out an incredulous laugh. "Future? What future? I'm gone in a few months…I have no future."
"We're done talking about this, Mr. Winchester. Do you want to see Ashton or not?" The angel stood from his invisible chair and crossed the room, once again, to Ashton's side.
"I do." Dean pouted.
"Don't pout, Dean." Abraham looked back at him while placing his open palm on Ash's forehead. "It's not very becoming."
Then everything around him went black.