Chapter 8
Dean went to the bar, he needed to drink. After his fourth beer he payed and left. When he got to the hotel he wiped away his tears and walked inside. Sam was sleeping, just the way he left him. Dean kicked off his boots, took off his jacket and climbed into bed .. soon falling asleep.
*Dean was walking alone along the dark and wet road. The moon casting a little light with the help of street lamps. He was thinking .. he needed time away from Sam. The road was empty and quiet, peaceful. Then he heard his name, he stopped walking and looked around, there was no one there. " Dean I'm over here " said the female voice. Dean turned towards the sound, he could see an outline from the moonlight. " Come on Dean .. I'm here, I've missed you " Now the figure walked into the lamplight and he recognized her immediatley .. it was Alex ! " Alex ?! " , " Yeah I'm back " , " but how ? " , " I don't know " He couldn't hold himself back anymore, Dean ran to her and wrapped his arms around her in a hug, she did the same. Dean picked her up and spun her around then put her back down and gave her a deep, long and very passionate kiss. Dean had missed her lips, her tongue, her kiss, her touch and now she was back in his arms. Once the kiss was over Alex said, " I love you Dean " , " I love you t - what the fuck ?! " Dean stopped because when he looked down it wasn't Alex's face he saw. When he saw it he pushed her away. Her face was decaying and had worms/bugs on it. There were deep black holes where her eyes and mouth should have been. When he pushed her away he saw that her whole body was like that. " What's wrong Dean ? " she asked, walking closer. His eyes widened as Alex's body suddenly got covered in flames. " Why didn't you save me Dean ? Why did you let me go to hell ? Why Dean why ? " Then the flames got bigger and she screamed in pain as she disintegrated. " NO ! " *
" NO ! " Dean screamed as he shot up in bed. He was breathing heavily and his shirt was covered in sweat. Sam woke up and looked over at Dean, " Dean what happened ? " Dean rubbed his forehead and ran his hand down his face. " Nothing man ... bad dream I guess " Dean said as he swung his legs over the bed and got up. He went into the bathroom, turned on the light and shut the door. Sam went back to sleep, he knew there was nothng he could do. Dean looked in the mirror, his face, neck and both sides of his shirt were covered in sweat. " Damn it ! " he said as he looked at his tired expression and took off his shirt. Then he turned the faucet onto cold and splashed some water on his face and neck. He took a dry towel and patted his neck and face dry. Dean heard something so he lowered the towel and looked in the mirror. His eyes widened as he dropped the towel .. Alex was there. Dean turned around quickly and she was gone when he looked. When he looked back in the mirror she was gone there too. Anger swelled up in Dean until he cracked. With all the strength he could muster, Dean punched the bathroom wall. He barely felt the pain, he was in so much already that it didn't matter. There was a hole in the wall where he punched it and tiny dots of blood, Dean looked at his hand and his knuckles were bleeding. He opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the gauze. Dean wrapped it around his bleeding knuckles and secured it on with the clips. Then he went back into the room and layed down on his bed. This time he took out his phone and scrolled through his pictures until he got to his favorite. It was him and Alex. They were facing each other and they had their arms wrapped around one another. Alex's face was half on his chest and the other facing the camera. His was half on the top of her head and the other facing the camera. Both were smiling, it was his favorite because directly after this was taken he had taken her out for dinner and asked her to be his .. she said yes. Dean played a song and went back to the picture, staring at it as he mouthed the words :
I'm keeping you inside
Your a candle in the window
on a cold, dark winter night
I'm getting closer than I ever
thought I might
I can't fight this feeling anymore
Dean began to cry then, this was her favorite song that he sang to her. He actually sang this to her to get her to say yes. That made him cry harder, he put his finger to the screen and ran it down her face. Dean made it so that the song would replay five times. Next Dean put the screen face down so that she was over his heart. Then he put his hand over that to keep it in place. His crying slowly stopped as it lolled him to sleep.