"Never Mind" he said returning to his work.
That was weird, I thought. Sam just doesn't bring up something if it wasn't important or essential for their research. I really didn't need to start worrying about that so I began to walk towards the living room and for the couch. I sat on the right side of the couch and rested my arm on the arm rest and that is when I noticed them; the scars. Without hesitation I tugged on my sleeves until I was able to grab it with my fingers. What were those scars? I have never seen them before in my life? I slowly pulled up my sleeve to look at the unexplained scars on my wrists. There were three scars starting at my wrists and ending in the middle of the inside of my lower arm. I was then startled when a drop of red fluid fell on my wrists. I then realized the red fluid was blood and that my arm felt like it was on fire. I looked up and saw Dean staring at me with no emotion in his expression and with blood running down his face. But where was the blood coming from? There were no cuts or wounds on his face. I then realized where the blood was coming from and I let out a ghastly scream. The blood was coming from his eyes!
"Dallas!" my head quickly jolted up and my vision was blurry. It was just a dream. I let out a breath of relief.
"Thank God" I muttered and then realized that Sam was in front of me with one hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" he asked with fear in his eyes.
"Yea, why?" I asked in response wondering why Sam looked so afraid.
"Well I heard you scream so I ran in here to find you with your eyes shut and sweating. I was worried something was happening to you."
"I'm fine. Just a nightmare." I said while rubbing my wrists. Sam noticed what I was doing and grabbed my arm; he pulled up my sleeve without hesitation. Nothing. No scars, no blood, no nothing. I was just as shocked as Sam. He looked at me and there was a moment of silence. He finally released his grip on my arm and walked towards the table. I looked back to see him sitting down behind his books turning and flipping countless pages of useless information.
I got up from the couch and made my way towards the bathroom; feeling the need to be alone. I walked in and closed the door behind me and locked it. I looked into the mirror and stared at a woman in the mirror who was very beautiful. Her eyes were violet; her skin was perfect with not a single blemish, her red hair flowed down to her mid back, and she was stunning. But this stunning woman had so much emotion in her face that her eyes could tell a story. A story of revenge, wickedness and angst. This beautiful woman in the mirror was me. I looked different; I looked evil. I watched myself blink and then suddenly my eyes went black. I blinked again and my eyes were violet once again. I looked around me, everything seemed so real. I continued to stare at my reflection after realizing that this was no dream.
I heard the front door slam from inside the bathroom. I immediately looked away from my reflection and placed my hand on the handle and began turning. Then I heard Sam's voice and I stood still; listening to what the young boy was saying. Everything he said was unclear, probably because I was in a room that was on the other side of the cabin. I opened the door; not too much but enough for me to see Sam and Dean Winchesters profile. Now I could hear what they were talking about.
"Are you sure he said it was her?" Sam said
"Positive" Dean replied. I loved hearing his voice again. His husky voice was the voice I longed for, for many years.
"Well, there are no signs of possession. Her eyes haven't gone black-"
"Has she been acting strange or different?" Sam was interrupted by Dean's question. Who are they referring to when they mean "she" I asked myself but still following their conversation.
"No. Only the nightmare."
"WHAT NIGHTMARE!?" Dean yelled. I finally knew who they were talking about. They were talking about me. But why? And did they forget that the person they were arguing about was in the same area as them, probably closer than they thought.
"I don't know Dean! She was just having a Nightmare." I guess not. I saw Deans face become more annoyed with everything Sam said; not enough information.
"Well, from what Bobby told me dreams are just the beginning." Dean said. Sam turned away from Dean and started making his way towards the table of scattered books and took a seat. I looked at Dean and noticed him staring back at me. He had a puzzled look on his face and he began making his way to the bathroom. I didn't move a muscle while he was opening and closing the door to the bathroom and he just stood there staring at me. Our eyes met and he caressed my face with his right hand, brought my face closer to his and our lips met. Whatever he and Sam were talking about was pushed to the back of my mind as our tongues slowly met.
"Hello to you too." I whispered once we parted. He didn't respond. He just stared into my eyes; reading me like an open book. "Dean?" I asked, but no response.
"Come with me." He demanded. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bathroom and to the couch. Once we reached the couch he threw me on it. Although he threw me on the couch as if I was nothing but an object, I thought nothing of it. It was Dean, my Dean. And I could never be mad or upset with him. He meant too much to me and I sure as hell don't want to spend the only time I am with him to be filled with hate and anger.
"Sam! Get over here!" He yelled.
"What? Dean? What's going on?" I asked with confusion in my voice. I really was confused. What could I have possibly done to deserve this? Sam came from behind me with his father's journal and he open to a page and looked at Dean, waiting for a sign to begin reading. Oh god.
"Dean?" Sam said. "I don't think this is a good idea. I mean what if nothing is wrong with her."
"I have to know Sammy!" Dean yelled with anger in his voice.
"Dean?" I asked looking straight into his eyes, trying to read him—which is very difficult—but he wouldn't look at me. He would turn his head away from me.
"Well I don't think an Exorcism is going to work." Sam added
"What do you suggest then Sammy. She could be a demon!" A demon! What was going on! I thought. I am NOT a demon!
"We don't know that for sure Dean! She could be like me, she could have Demon blood. She could be harmless."
"Demons aren't harmless Sam!" Dean shouted not realizing that he had offended Sam. "I'm sorry Sam. I just-"
"I know. Dean come here." Sam commanded. Dean walked toward Sam and moved his face close to Sam's making it easier for him to hear what Sam had to say; it was obviously a secret. Dean moved away and nodded his head. Sam then walked towards me; now standing right in front of me. He knelt down making it easier for him to look into my eyes.
"Dallas-"he said
"Sam what's going on?" I asked moving closer to his face. Sam then looked down at his father's journal, licked his lips, and began reading.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu + Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus..."
"Sam? Stop!" But he wouldn't stop. He just kept on reading. My head then began to throb, my muscles began to tense, and anger was brewing in the core of stomach. I dropped my head unaware of my surroundings, distracted by the pain in my body. I looked up and I saw fear in Dean's eyes.