A/N: Number 5. I know it's a short one, but the next one is longer...
Yes. I'm torturing them. I know. I'm a bad girl. Would it make you feel any better if I said it's actually a lot harder to write these than I thought it would be? No? Yeah...I didn't think so. As long as the birthday girl is enjoying it, I figure I'm okay...you're still having fun, right, Silverspoon?
To my friend, beta and writing partner, stephaniew - thank you for going the extra mile and checking in on me this week. Y'all should check out Steph's latest 10 Ways Dean Winchester's Been Kissed. She's got some great things planned!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Dreaming of You
He's cold. Everything is numb. Except for that tingle. The one you get when a body part falls asleep. Like it's buzzing or being pricked by hundreds of tiny little pins. You can't shift your weight without sharp shooting pain rocketing through your entire being.
He's helpless. He can't move. He can't breathe. All he can do is watch. Watch as she is thrown about like an unloved rag doll. Watch as she lays broken on the pavement.
He struggles to get to her. It's like he's treading saltwater. Heavy. So heavy. It seems to take an eternity to get there. To take her in his arms and hug her close as the life force drains from her body.
He calls out her name. Kisses her face. Pleads for her to stay with him. But it isn't enough. It's too late. She's gone.
"I love you," he whimpers, clutching the warm, soft body of the woman in bed with him.
"Dean?" Jo questions, still half asleep.
She rolls to face him and his lips meet hers. The kiss is soft and tender. It soothes him, lulling him back into a peaceful slumber.
Because she isn't really gone. She's there. With him. In the bed they share. Whether he's actually said the words to her or not...