Goodbye, sweetheart
"So you and Sammy are back together, huh?"
"Uh huh." Dean confirmed for her as he leaned back against his chair. It was 6:30am and he'd just got back from picking up Sam. Cas had ordered them to research which is what they were doing. Well, it's what Sammy was doing. Dean was just sitting at the table with a laptop in front of him while he spoke to Delilah.
"Good." She told him. "Good."
"Yeah." Dean agreed, taking a glance at Sam who had a little smile on his face.
"When am I gonna' see you again?" She asked and he could tell that she was biting her lip.
Dean sighed. "Honestly, baby? I don't know." He told her sadly. "We gotta' try'n find the colt n' we have no leads yet." Sam looked over at Dean, his smile widening and Dean waved a hand at him.
"Oh." She said sadly.
"Soon as I can, I'll come visit." He assured her. Hearing that, Sam made a kissy face at him causing Dean flipped him off. Sam laughed silently and gestured to the laptop. Dean knew it meant 'Get some work done'.
"Good."
"Alright, baby. I gotta' go. Sammy wants me to do some research."
"OK." She replied. "Speak tomorrow?"
"Speak tomorrow." Dean nodded. "Bye, baby." With that, he hung up.
Sam smiled at him. "So you callin' her 'baby', now?" He questioned his older brother casually.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't be so immature, dude." He replied, typing something into his laptop.
"I'm not." Sam denied. "I'm just...Observing."
"Well, observe your own love life. That way you might actually get laid." Dean retorted.
Sam's eyes widened. "Dude, have you slept with her?"
Dean cleared his throat. "We haven't exactly had a chance to...You know." Suddenly, he frowned. "I'm not telling you this stuff. We're not two gossiping old ladies."
Sam laughed. It was good to be back and he certainty couldn't wait to see Dean and Delilah together. She seemed good for his brother and Dean was obviously smitten with her.
Dean groaned when he heard his phone ring and he flipped it open again. "Yeah?"
"Dean? It's me." Cas told him.
"I know, Cas." He pinched his nose between his fingers. "What'd you want?" He really just wanted to go to bed.
"I think I may have found a lead." Cas informed him. "I am going to - as you would say - 'check it out' now."
"Yeah. Well, before you do that would you mind poppin' in on Delilah and givin' Jack a Sigil?" Dean asked.
"Sure. I will do that now." Cas replied.
"Thanks." Dean responded. "I'll catch'cha later." With that he hung up and threw his phone carelessly onto the table. "I'm gonna' take a nap." Dean told his little brother as he stretched. Screw research, he was beyond exhausted. With Sam and Cas waking him up last night with their phone calls and his and Delilah's little trip into the future, he hadn't got much sleep.
"Alright." Sam mumbled to him. "I'm gonna' stay up a bit longer." He said. Truth be told, he'd been having dreams about Jess. At first they were wonderful but then it turned out not to be Jess at all. It was the Devil taking her form, trying to use Jess to get to him. If he could help it, he wouldn't sleep tonight, at all.
"Suit yourself." Dean shrugged, making his way to the cheap motel bed. He threw himself on it, not bothering to remove his clothes or get under the covers. It was a habit he'd had for a while.
The next thing Dean knew, he was standing outside of Camp Chitaqua and he really hoped he hadn't been sent into the future again. He looked around and noticed quite a few familiar faces.
He gasped as a figure walked straight through him and he found himself staring at the back of a man who looked a lot like himself. "Dude, watch it!" He called then frowned as the man didn't acknowledge him.
Dean followed him, running almost along side him as he waved a hand in front of his face. Again, he wasn't noticed and he watched as the – what he assumed was - Dream-Dean walked up to Delilah.
Dean wrapped his arm around Delilahs shoulders as they gazed upon Camp Chitaqua. The land wasn't big but it was the only place they could find at such short notice. Originally the land was open but Dean, Delilah, Bobby, Cas, Jack and a few other hunters were in the process of finishing the fencing.
"What'd you think?" Dean whispered in her ear, his arm dropping to her waist where he pulled her closer. The front of their bodies touched.
"Dude." Dean raised his eyebrows and the side of his mouth went up in a lop-sided smile. "Me n' Delilah are pretty hot together."
She laid her head against his chest, her arms hung loosely around his neck. "I think this was a lucky find." She admitted.
"Mm," Dean hummed in agreement, resting his lips against her hair. "It'll be safe." He continued, squeezing her waist. "I promise."
She lifted her head, leaning her chin against his chest. A smile graced her lips. "I believe you." She told him simple.
The side of Dean's mouth lifted up and he leant down, brushing his lips against her once. Twice. Three times -
"Sweet, Delilah porn!" He grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.
- before Jack's voice interrupted them.
"Eww," Jack complained.
They laughed against each others lips before kissing once more and pulling away. "C'mere." Dean told him, untangling one of his arms from Delilah. He held it out.
Jack smiled and rushed towards them. When he reached them he put one arm around Delilahs back and one arm behind Deans. "Yeah, Dad?" He questioned, looking up at him.
Dean blinked. Why was Jack always calling him Dad? Where he was from, Jack didn't even like him. He knew, though, that he wouldn't mind it.
"What? I need a reason to hug my son?" Dean responded, putting his arm around Jack's shoulders.
Jack smiled and mumbled a "No." before resting his head against Dean's side.
Dean laid his head on top of Deliah's as he hugged his family close. It may be the end of the world but he was still the happiest man alive. He had no idea how he'd got so lucky. Delilah and Jack were the best thing that had ever happened to him. Before her, he was a broken shell of a man who had given up on the idea of happiness. There was only one thing that would make him happier.
"What do ya' say to getting married?" Dean asked Delilah casually hoping that he didn't sound as nervous as he felt.
Even though it wasn't him asking, he felt anxious as he awaited Delilahs answer.
Delilah lifted up her head and stared at him in shock. She searched his eyes for any sign of humour. "Are you serious?" She questioned softly.
"Mom and Dad are gonna' get married?" Jack asked excitedly.
Dean smiled at him. "Yeah." He nodded at his son. "If your Mom wants too..." He looked back up at Delilah.
The most beautiful smile grew on her soft features. "Of course I'd want to." She told him. Her eyes widened. "Oh my god..." She laughed. "We're gonna' get married."
Dean nodded. "Hell yeah, we are!" He grinned, wrapping his family in a tight hug.
Seeing how happy they looked made Dean wonder if he'd ever been that happy. He felt a pain shoot through his heart as he realised that the answer was no.
"Hey!" Cas called over to them. "The fencing's finished and Jim here brought a camera. Fancy getting a picture taken with us?"
"Sure!" Dean called back, pulling his soon-to-be wife in for one last kiss.
"Why am I dreaming about this?" He questioned out loud. He could, maybe, understand dreaming about asking Delilah to marry him but he couldn't understand why he was doing it at Camp freakin' Chitaqua.
Suddenly, the scenery around him changed and he found himself in Delilah's bedroom.
"You are so beautiful." Rose breathed, straightening out the ends of Delilah's wedding dress.
Delilah smiled and nodded. "I feel it." She admitted, staring into her vanity mirror. Her dress was simple, white with the odd diamond here and there. It hugged her curves nicely, making her bust stand out. She'd never felt so womanly in her life.
Dean felt his mouth go dry and his arms fell from his chest to his side. "Holy crap." He breathed. She looked...Wow.
"Dean isn't gonna' know what to do with you when he sees this." Rose commented, standing back so she could take in Delilah's image better. "C'mon. Bobby has to see this."
Delilah smiled and nodded, holding up the bottom of her dress as they walked downstairs to where Bobby was waiting in the lounge.
As soon as he heard footsteps, Bobby looked up at the stairs. His mouth fell open when he saw her and he couldn't seem to form words.
Dean followed their every move until he found himself standing downstairs with them.
By the time they'd reached the bottom of the stairs, Bobby still hadn't muttered a word. "Well?" Delilah asked, unsure.
Bobby swallowed. "You look..." He cleared his throat. "Dammit, girl, you're makin' a old man go all soppy." He rubbed at his eyes.
"You can say that again." Dean muttered, his eyes never leaving Delilah. He was in awe.
"Doesn't she look beautiful?" Rose commented as she went over to Bobby and stood next to him.
Bobby let out a uneven breath and nodded. "More than beautiful."
Dean bobbed his head up and down. "Hell yeah she does."
Delilah gave them a watery smile. "Thank you." She told them softly. "You two look amazing." She complimented, seeing Bobby in his suit. "I can't believe this is really happening."
"Yeah, you and me both, sweetheart."
"Well, it is." Rose grinned at her. "When's the lucky man coming over?" She asked, grabbing Bobby's hand. Bobby, in return, squeezed it.
Dean raised his eyebrows at that and grinned. "Bobby finally found himself a woman?"
"Soon as I ring him." She informed them. She took a deep breath. "I'll go do that now." She told them, walking into the kitchen.
Dean walked into the kitchen behind her, his eyes on her ass. He stopped short when he noticed that she had company. "Delilah!" He shouted and panicked when she didn't hear him. He tried to make a run at the men but he went straight through them. "Turn around!" He shouted at her. "C'mon, turn around, baby." He muttered, his eyes wide with worry.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, she went over to the counter and leaned against it. She frowned when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she had an unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach. She gripped the phone tighter in her hand as she turned around. "Oh, shit." She breathed, seeing four men standing in front of her and she noticed that the back-door was opened. "Bo-" She barely managed to call out before they pounced on her.
Dean felt his heart leap out of his chest and he yelled. "No!" As he tried the hardest he could to grab them but his arms just went straight through. "Bobby get your ass in here and help her!"
One held down her left arm and the other held down her right arm as the third grabbed a knife off the counter and slashed it across her stomach. The fourth man seemed to be standing guard.
"Get off her you sonuvabitch!"
The third man then slit the knife across his palm and he made a fist, squeezing hard as he lined the dripping blood up with her wound.
"Jesus Christ." Dean knew that he was watching what his future self told him about and all he wanted to do was wake up. It was torture having to watch it and not being able to do a damn thing.
"Lila!" Bobby called and they turned their attention to him and Rose...
Next, Dean found himself in a run down motel.
"You look fine, Dad." Jack rolled his eyes.
"You sure?" Dean asked, playing with his tie.
"Dude, you have to go help them." Dean said, walking over to himself. He stood in front of him but his Dream self didn't see him. "Delilah's and Bobby's gonna' die!" He yelled but he knew it was no use as she was already infected.
"Yes." Jack nodded.
"Alright." Dean nodded as well. "Why hasn't she rung yet?" He muttered. "She wouldn't of changed her mind, would she?"
Dean shook his head angrily. "No, she hasn't changed her mind. She's busying dying while you're worried about your god-damn tie!"
"No, Dad. You know that." Jack frowned. "Do you...Do you think something has happened?" He asked, looking at his Dad fearfully.
Dean swallowed and moved from his spot in front of the mirror. They were in a old run down motel. One of the last few that were still in business. After news of the Croatoan virus, a lot of people refused to leave there house whereas others just thought it would blow over.
Dean grabbed his car keys off the side. "Let's go."
"Finally!"
Suddenly, Dean was standing back in Bobbys house. He watched with sad eyes as the scene unfolded in front of him.
It was a blur of blood as Dean shot the Four croatoans In the head, not missing a beat. They were dead within a matter of seconds. His gazed softened when he noticed the Three set of eyes remaining on him. He knew he was too late from their eyes, full of hunger and anger.
He took down Rose first as she made a lunge for him. "I'm sorry." He croaked watching as her body hit the ground. He noticed that Bobby was still in his wheelchair and the Croatoan didn't seem to know how to work it. Realising he wasn't much of a threat, he turned his attention to Delilah and just in time too as she was the next one to lunge at him. "No, baby, no." He whispered, grabbing her. He held her still, moving so her back was against his chest as he used his arms to pin hers. "Stop, stop." He told her painfully as she struggled against him.
He slowly brought them down to the floor, her back still against his chest as she struggled for freedom. "Shh," He felt a tear run down his cheek. "Everything's OK, baby..." He whispered against the back of her head. "God, you look so beautiful."
Dean swallowed painfully as he took a few steps towards them and he crouched down next to them.
A noise brought his attention back to Bobby and he noticed that the Croatoan had finally worked out how to use the device it was trapped him. Dean lifted up his gun and closed his eyes, looking away as he aimed it at Bobby. The first three shots missed their target, hitting Bobby in the chest and shoulders but the forth went straight through his forehead and Dean dropped his gun on the floor, wrapping his arm back around Delilah.
She continued to thrash against him, her nails digging painfully into his thighs but he wouldn't let her go; he needed to hold her. "I'm sorry." His voice cracked as he held back a sob. "I should have been here." He rested his head against hers as two tears rolled down his cheeks. "I should of protected you."
Dean knew what he was thinking. He was thinking about how much of a failure he was. How he couldn't save Sammy, he couldn't save Bobby, and he couldn't save her.
"What the hell am I supposed to do without you?" He croaked, squeezing her tight. "This wasn't supposed to happen!" He yelled angrily and squeezed his eyes shut. "I love you." He sobbed. "I love you so god-damn much." He sniffed. "Don't forget that. Don't you ever forget that."
With that, he picked the gun up off the floor and brought it up to her head, keeping his other arm tightly around her as she continued to struggle. "I'll keep Jack safe." He whispered. "I won't fail him like..." A sob got caught in his throat. "Like I failed you."
The hand on the gun shook violently and he rested his cheek against the back of her head. "Goodbye, sweetheart."
He pulled the trigger.
Dean flinched and looked away, a tear falling down his cheek.
The sound echoed through the house along with Dean's sobs as he once again dropped his gun onto the floor and held Delilah.
He took a deep breath, remembering that Jack was sitting in the car outside. He kissed her head before gently laying her down and standing up. When he turned around, he stopped, his mouth hanging open in shock. "Jack?"
Dean, who couldn't seem to remove his eyes from Delilah's form, looked up at what he heard and his eyes widened when he saw Jack. His jaw clenched and he stood up, rubbing a hand down his face. "Too god-damn young to have to see this." He shook his head sadly.
Jack stood there, his face pained, mouth open and eyes wide. He didn't reply, he just stared at his Mom, Rose and Bobby. His eyes flicking between them.
Dean swallowed and wiped the tears off his face. "Jack?" He repeated softer. "How much did you-" He stopped, the look on Jack's face was all he needed to know. "C'mere." He told him, opening his arms.
Jack sprinted forwards, collapsing in his fathers arms as sobs shook his body.
Dean gasped for breath as he shot up in bed, his hand going straight to his rapidly beating heart. He ran the palm of his hand over his right eye and frowned at the moisture he found. The only dreams that had ever made him cry before were his dreams – more like memories – of hell.
He glanced over at his brother, finding him asleep with his head in his arms on the table next to his laptop. He was thankful; He hated it when Sam asked what his dreams – no, nightmares – were about.
Soundlessly as he could, he climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He walked over to the sink and turned the tap on. Gathering the cold water in his hands, he splashed it onto his face before turning the tap off again and grabbed a towel off the rail next to him.
The nightmare had left him rattled beyond belief. The effect it had on him was just as bad as his dreams of hell. Maybe even worse, if that was possible.
Once his face was dried, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and checked the time.
13:23pm
He bit his lip as he went though his contacts. He knew that Delilah was probably schooling Jack but he just needed to hear her voice, to know that she was OK.
He held the phone up to his ear and he didn't realise that he was holding his breath until her sweet voice answered.
"Hey, Dean." She greeted him happily like she always did.
His heart skipped a beat at the noise and he closed his eyes in relief. "Hey, baby."
In that simple moment, Dean knew he had fallen for her, and there was nothing he could do about it.
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