Thanks again for the reviews. I love the season premiere Thursday night! The ending was sad, but hey, it's "Supernatural", so John could somehow come back.

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Chapter 21: Moonlight Conversations and Confessions

"Will Carlton drown earlier," Sam said, standing up.

"In the lake?" Dean asked, looking between Amber and Sam.

"In the sink," Sam shook his head.

"What the hell?" Dean shook his head, looking over at Amber, who refused to look at either one of them now.

"How did you know?" Dean asked Amber.

She sighed,

"Amber!" Dean touched her shoulder, "Look at me!"

Amber looked up at Dean with tears in her eyes.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"What do you mean?" Dean and Sam asked, Sam knowing perfectly well what was going on because he had experience the same thing before Jessica's death, only in dream form.

"I just saw his death. Well, parts of it. He was standing at the sink making something….the sink backed up, he stuck his hand in and something pulled him face first into the sink and held him under until he died," Amber said.

More tears spilled down her cheeks,

"I…" she began, but stopped.

"You what?" Sam asked, touching her shoulder.

"I saw my family's death," she cried, "a month before it happened. I kept having these dreams and day by day they became more and more real then I started having those pains during the day and I would see things during the day too."

"That's why you left the beach that night in a hurry," Dean said partially to himself, partially to her.

She nodded, closing her eyes, allowing more tears to fall.

"So, you're telling me you have this…'shining'…" Dean asked, looking over at Amber then back down at the ground seeing her nod in response, "great," Dean muttered.

Amber sighed,

"I need an aspirin," she muttered, standing up.

As she stood up, the room began to spin. She collapsed on the bed.

Dean and Sam each caught her,

"Here, lay back," Dean slowly leaned her back, propping her head up on two pillows.

"I'll get the aspirin," Sam said, walking over to her small duffle bag and purse, "Where are they?" he asked from across the room.

Amber had her eyes closed and a hand over her eyes as she lay back against the pillows. Dean sat beside her, watching her.

"The bottle's in my purse," Amber said, "Feel free to root through it until you find the bottle," she muttered.

Dean touched her forehead then ran his hand through her hair.

"We'll figure this out," Dean told her quietly.

Sam appeared on the left side of the bed with a glass of water. Amber sat up, her head still spinning,

"Whoa," she muttered as Dean placed a supportive hand on her back and helped her sit up.

"Here," Sam handed her the pill then gave her the glass of water after she had placed the pill in her mouth.

Amber took one large gulp of water then sat the glass down on the nightstand beside her. Dean helped her lay back down. He continued to sit beside her as Sam sat down on his bed.

"So, when did he die?" Dean asked Sam.

"Not long ago," Sam responded, "I drove past their house and there was an ambulance and some cop cars. His father was outside, that's how I know it was the son."

"We'll go over there first thing in the morning," Dean said, noting that the sun was beginning to go down.

"Well, you know I'm fine with staying in for the night," Amber muttered from her spot on the bed.

Dean grinned down at her.

She awoke hours later to soft snoring coming from Sam's side of the room. She smiled sleepily. Her hand rested inches from her face on Dean's chest, his hand covering hers. His head was turned to the right, facing her, his eyes closed. She pushed herself upright and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It read 12:30 am. Amber did not know that she needed that much sleep, but it felt great. Feeling fully rested, she gently climbed out of the bed, the room no longer spinning.

She tiptoed over to her suitcase where he denim jacket was thrown and put it on along. Walking over to the door, she looked back at Dean one more time before opening the door then closing it behind her. Dean stirred at the sound of the door closing, pulling a gun out from under his pillow. He realized that Amber was no longer beside him. Standing up, he walked over to the door and walking out in the cool night air in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt, clinging to his body. He found Amber standing at the corner, arms folded across her chest in her denim jacket, jeans and hot pink halter top. He found himself watching her from his position in front of the hotel door, arms crossed, leaning against the frame of the door.

Amber stood watching the wind gently blowing the leaves on the trees, the wind also blowing her long hair. She smiled when she felt strong arms wrap themselves around her waist and a chin rest gently on her right shoulder.

"Hey Dean," she smiled as he kissed her on her right cheek.

"How'd you know it was me?" Dean asked, "part of the 'shining'?"

No, not part of the shining," she mimicked, "I can feel other people, not everyone else, but certain people."

He nodded, not making a joke like he could have.

"How? What do you mean 'feel'?" Dean asked.

"I don't know…I can feel their presence…their life force," she started, "I really can't explain it," she sighed, leaning into him.

He kissed her neck and she sighed happily, causing him to smile into her neck. He felt the words bubbling up inside of him, but he could not bring himself to say them to her, not yet. He feared it was too early and she would be scared off. Little did he know that she felt the same way, hence, the standing out in the cold watching the stray cars drive by and the stars twinkle in the black, fall sky. He shifted behind her,

"Amber..I.." he stumbled over his words, "I…I mean…I don't know if you feel the same way…I mean…I can wait, but…"

Amber's heart skipped a beat. She turned in his arms, placing her hands on his shoulders, looking him in the eyes.

"I just figured, you and I, we have some things in common," Dean continued saying, "but if this is too soon, tell me…"

Amber cupped his cheek with her right hand,

"I love you, too, Dean," she smiled.

"I knew it," Dean said, "wait, what!"

She smiled up at him and grabbed his t-shirt, pulling him towards her, pressing her lips to his. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity under the stars, the fall moon shining brightly on them at that moment, clouds rolling in a good distance from them. Her hair whipped around them, leaves falling from small trees. At tat moment they seemed to be the only people on the Earth and nothing bad had ever happened to Dean's mother or Amber's family. They were normal people. They pulled apart and Dean rubbed her arms,

"Come on, let's get back inside, it's freezing out here," he grasped her tiny hand and led her back towards the hotel room door and back into the warm bed.

Dean lay on his back and Amber curled up beside him. He wrapped his arm around her and she placed her hand on his chest. He kissed her on the forehead and pulled her closer. That night they both slept better than they have ever slept.