Chapter Six

Amy was dreaming. And after the day she had, she wasn't surprised to be hearing Dark's voice whispering her name. She knew he wasn't really there. The year they had spent together with her thinking he was Mark had brought out the human side of him. He wouldn't risk awakening old feelings by coming back.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Dark said, appearing before her. She was surprised by her own jolt of emotions from seeing him again. She had thought she had gotten over how she felt about him.

Dark stepped closer to her, brushing his fingers across her cheek. "You're dreaming," he said. "Of the way it could have been with us."

Amy started to protest, knowing there would have been no future between her and Dark, but he placed a finger against her lips, silencing her.

And when he lowered his hand, the scenery behind him changed. He stepped to the side and she took it all in. She didn't recognize the place, but it was decorated the way she would want it decorated. Her belongings were placed around the room. And as she walked forward, she saw pictures of herself and Mark.

No...

Her and Dark.

Amy turned away from the pictures. Dark was standing there with a bouquet of flowers, which felt out of character for him, but it also felt so right. This was the person she had imagined him to be.

Mark was the furthest thing from her mind.

"This could be yours," Dark said, then added: "Ours." He walked over to her and she took the flowers, breathing in the sweet scent. "Just say the word and you can have everything." He leaned toward her, kissing her cheek.

"Just let me in," Dark whispered in her ear, her body reacting the way he wanted.

Amy had a sudden craving for him, but when she moved to grab him, he stilled her with a touch. She knew he wanted her just as much, so why was he holding back?

"Say it," Dark said, his lips brushing against hers in a light kiss.

"Take me," Amy said against his lips. "I'm yours."

Dark smiled. But instead of kissing her, he stepped away from her. The living room they had been standing in was gone, replaced with an empty void. Amy suddenly realized that this was more than just a dream.

And it was too late.

"Get used to your new home," Dark said. He turned his head as Celine walked up to stand beside him. He was speaking to her and not Amy. "A deal's a deal."

Celine waved her hand and then they were standing in the house Amy recognized as the World Between Worlds. Things were happening so quickly that Amy had a hard time keeping up.

"Better get to your new body," Dark said. "Wouldn't want Mark waking up to find his girlfriend dead."

What was happening fell into place. Celine was stealing her body. Amy stepped forward. "Wait!" she started, but then Celine was gone. "No!"

"You gave permission," Dark said. "Live with the consequences."

"You tricked me."

"You thought it was a dream."

"You made me believe it!"

"It's what you really wanted."

"You son of a bitch -" She stopped when he showed her the bedroom she and Mark shared. He was showing what was happening right now. Amy didn't want to watch, but she couldn't look away. Was this her life now? Watching as Celine took over in the real world?

"Put me back," Amy said, staring at Dark. "Do what you did with her."

"I can't," Dark said. "She made sure of that. You said you were mine. This is all on you."

"No," Amy said, collapsing to the floor. She put her head in her hands and cried.


~California~

Mark woke up the next morning to the sound of his phone ringing. He grabbed it and silenced it, glancing over at Amy, but she was still asleep. He got out of bed but didn't answer the phone until he was outside of the bedroom. It was Sam who was calling.

"You better be glad I get up early," Mark said, heading to the kitchen to get himself a glass of milk. "What's up?"

"Just wanted to let you guys know that we're on our way to you," Sam said, not giving Mark much of a chance to react to that news. "Our dreams might be connected. Dean suggested we do a sleep test on you. Sort of."

Forgetting about the milk, Mark sat down at the table. "What kind of sleep test?"

"We'll go over it when we get there," Sam said. "Did you dream anything new last night?"

"No," Mark replied. "It was actually a dreamless sleep."

"All right," Sam said. "We'll talk more when we get there." Then he hung up.

Mark hung up and placed the phone down, noticing that Amy was up. "Sam called," he said, knowing she would be curious. "Apparently he and Dean are on their way. They didn't say when they'd be here."

"Why are they coming?" Amy asked. She said it a bit weird, but she had just woken up.

"Something about the dreams," Mark said. He leaned back in his seat. "Can't wait for this to be over."

Amy walked over to him, straddling his lap and kissing him without a word. Mark slipped his arms around her and kissed her back, a little taken aback by how forceful she was becoming. She was acting as if she hadn't seen him in forever and needed him.

Mark broke the kiss and looked up at her. "Hey, everything okay?" he asked.

"Of course," she said with a nod. "Hearing that Sam and Dean are coming was just unexpected. I feel like we won't be getting a lot of private time together."

"Well, we have plenty of private time right now."

"You're in the mood for that?"

"Watch it. I might change my mind."

Amy smiled then kissed him again.