In My Dreams
My updating skills just keep getting worse and worse. I am ashamed, sorry everyone. But I am trying and I do intend to reveal things with each update. Not to mention work around season seven stuff to accommodate the things I have in my other stories.
So I got a question...who else felt a part of them die after Dean killed Amy? Just like...oh man...Dean, why? He was talking the whole episode about the other shoe falling for Sam but I think it's going to be his shoe that falls first. I don't know who I feel more sorry for this season. It's all so messed up and sad, not to mention SAM'S GETTING MARRIED NEXT EPISODE! Holy crap! Still trying to figure out who it is, supposedly it's someone we've seen already and the marriage isn't part of a job or anything. My money (if I had any) would be on it be some dream or fantasy world kind of thing, alternate reality.
Dane walks along the dirt road, smiling and humming slightly. He tipped his hat to random people he saw and they smiled in return, all of them knowing full well why their Sheriff was in such a good mood. It wasn't entirely rare for him to be cheerful but for him to almost be bouncing with step, words had spread and conclusions drawn.
All of which involved the strange little brunette woman who had recently come into the Sheriff's life.
Simple Arianna was strange and mysterious with an unknown past but these days no one cared. Arianna was such a happy person and easy to get along with, making all previous doubts and suspicions fade off. The town loved her and loved what she did for Dane's mood. The rumour mill had gone into overtime after news of the Sheriff finally deciding to court the young girl and several women in town were certain that there would be a marriage proposal soon.
"Morning Sheriff Weston." A woman greeted cheerfully.
"Morning Ma'am, how's the family?" Dane asked pleasantly.
"Oh fine, just fine." The woman replied. "I hear you've gone courting that new girl."
"That I have." Dane agreed, seeing no reason to lie. "She's a mite strange but she's a good girl."
"So long as you're happy and she ain't too distracting now." The woman joked. "You never know the types of mischief that'll happen without you round." Dane laughed and tipped his hat to the woman before continuing on. The woman watched him and smiled slightly, her eyes going black. "She's definitely here."
"She's got good taste." A younger woman walked over, eyes as black as the other. "But I still don't see why she'd leave home just for him."
"That's not what we're here for, Ruby." The first woman remarked, rolling her eyes. "We have to bring her back, her father's furious." Ruby sighed, knowing Meg was right but feeling like it was a little unfair. All the other children their boss had and this one is the one that had to be tracked down and returned to get ready to take over.
Being the oldest must seriously suck.
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"You're going to tell Dean and Aria right?" Sam asked.
"Of course." Lily replied, pushing herself up so that she hovered slightly over the man beneath her. She smiled lightly at him and he grinned back. "Let's just hope they take it as well as you did...except you know, minus the sex."
"Agreed." Sam agreed, laughing. Lily smiled more and cuddled back against him. "I'm still curious though about why you're here now and not before Aria died. Wouldn't it have been more affective, protecting her then?"
"Something's going on." Lily muttered. She dragged her fingers across Sam's bare chest, drawing out invisible patterns. "Aria has to remember. The only way that would be possible was for her to go back. She needs to know what she's capable of."
"Won't that turn her into our enemy though?" Sam asked.
"Hell is a necessary place, Sam." Lily pointed out, tilting her head up to look at him. "It's not exactly good or evil. Aria technically is proof of that. Some demons become twisted up and try to wreck havoc. They get to Earth and toy with the humans. There's supposedly a group of people that are meant to keep tabs on them, bring them back when they get out of hand."
"I'm guessing that's not hunters." Sam mused. His fingers dragged through Lily's hair absently as his eyes gazed at a spot on the wall.
"Not really." Lily agreed. "Hunters are just humans that know the truth. They sort of get infiltrated by this squad and those people plant suggestions and ideas on how to terminate the demons, making it easier on them."
"Huh...wow." Sam muttered. Lily nodded slightly and sighed, letting her eyes drift shut as she enjoyed the peaceful moment. Sam looked down at her and smiled slightly before copying her, both of them slowly drifting back into unconsciousness.
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His eyes opened up and he looked around, wondering what the weird feeling was that woke him up. When he realized he was alone, he sat up quickly, taking in his surroundings and coming to the startling conclusion that this was not the motel room he had fallen asleep in a few hours before. It didn't even look like any room he had ever been in.
The walls looked wood and candles were placed in strategic places all throughout the room though none were lit. Outside the single window of the room came the occasional flash of lightning, gentle rolling thunder and the soft sound of falling rain. A wardrobe sat opened at one end of the room and he could make out some old styled dresses hanging in it. He slowly got out of the bed and looked around. Everything looked old, easily eighteenth or nineteenth century stuff.
What the hell sort of fantasy world had he landed himself in?
"Silly boy, what are you doing?" A pair of arms circled around his torso and he jumped slightly before looking down at them. "It ain't anywhere near time for you to be heading off to work."
"You were out of bed." He heard himself respond to the light teasing and even felt a smile forming on his face. He turned carefully in the arms and faced their owner, surprised by the brown hair and blue-green eyes facing him. A smile fell to her face as she cuddled against him. His arms automatically lifted to hold her to him and he wondered vaguely if that was his own doing or just what went along with this fantasy world.
A tune echoed out suddenly and he blinked, looking down. She laughed lightly, leaning back and reaching up to the locket resting around her neck. It was opened only slightly but the tune was loud yet soft, hauntingly beautiful.
"I keep meaning to ask where you got that odd little thing." He voiced the statement in a whisper. In his mind, he recognized the locket, having spent the last day mesmerized by the very question he had just asked.
"It's just a little trinket. Only thing I can...remember...from home." The response was quiet and even though it left him just as curious as before, he accepted it. His hands lifted to rest around her hands which still held the locket. He gently pushed them to close the piece of jewelry. The tune, however, did not cut off or fade away but he had no care to that.
"You were outside." The comment was sudden but he only just realized the wetness of her hair as it clung to her shoulders and the sides of her face. Her robe was nearly soaked as well but she seemed completely undisturbed by all of it.
"It's a warm rain." She laughed out her answer, waving it off casually. "It's so calming...peaceful." His eyes drifted over her body, very aware of the fact that the gown was now clinging to her curves. "Sheriff Weston, I do believe you are staring."
"Impossible not to, Miss Arianna." He teased her right back, calling her by the proper title, as she had done to him. "A creature as gorgeous as you takes all the attention, all the time."
"Dane..." Her soft whisper faded off as she lowered her head. He reached his hand out to touch her cheek, applying some pressure to lift her face once more. The room lit up from the light show taking place outside. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, only slightly surprised by the fact that she was as warm as ever.
A warmth that was continually spreading from her to him, engulfing him in the comforting heat that could only belong to her.
He wasn't sure if he had moved or if she had but it was only seconds before their lips were connecting in the dance to dominate. His hands slid across her cheeks, burying into her damp hair. In the time they had been courting, they had shared several small kisses but nothing more. He knew without truly knowing that this night would bring something new. This time when his hands moved, they fell to the tie on her robe, slowly undoing the already loose knot. He pushed the wet article of clothing off her body then reached for the small sleeves of her nightgown.
"We...we shouldn't.." She whispered, barely separating her mouth from his.
"Why not?" He asked.
"I don't know." Her reply was soft, her blue-green eyes gazing at him in the darkness.
"Do you want to be with me?" He questioned quietly, barely loud enough for himself to hear but she was so close, it didn't matter, even with the tune still softly, and oddly, playing around them. Her silence lasted a few seconds as she combated her fears and insecurities.
"Yes." The whispered confession was met with a renowned passion filled kiss. His mouth caught her soft moans as he slowly slid the sleeves of her night gown down her arms. He pulled his lips from hers to place them against her neck and bare shoulder. The night gown fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. She stepped back out of it and they moved towards the bed, his arms round her waist as his mouth continued the gentle assault. His trousers hit the floor before their bodies took to the bed.
"You're beautiful." He muttered, gazing down at the woman beneath him, light from candles on the small table nearby casting a gentle glow over them. Her cheeks went red as she smiled at the statement. "You're not to leave this bed at night again."
"Is that so?" She teased him with a slightly raised eyebrow and a quirky little grin.
"Yes ma'am it is." He retorted, smiling. "Orders of the Sheriff." She sat up slightly, closing the space between them. Her breath blew gently across his lips and a new wave of heat spread from her to him.
"Long as the order's from my Sheriff...I'll follow them." Her whispers brushed across his face as she slowly leaned closer still. "My Sheriff...my love...my reason to be...I am here just for you." She tilted her head to the side to be closer to his ear. A shiver trailed up her spine as his fingertips brushed over her side lightly. "Make love to me, Dane."
"Happy to oblige." He remarked.
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Dean woke up with a slight start, his eyes snapping open and gazing at the ceiling. He turned his head slightly to look at the lamp perched on the nightstand, waiting for a use. His head turned again, this time aiming downward to gaze at the head of brown hair resting peacefully on his chest. Aria felt as warm as ever, snuggled up against him.
Had it been a dream?
The Angel had said Dean and Aria had lived before. Was it possible that Dean had just gotten a glimpse of that? A shiver rolled down his spine at the thought of it all, especially the tune that echoed from the strange locket currently resting on his stomach and latched around his girlfriend's neck. At least now he knew what was in it...in a sense anyways. He had the impression that there was more to that locket than just a song.
"Damn." Dean muttered quietly, running a hand down his face. Images from the dream flashed before his eyes and he slowly looked down at Aria.
He wondered when his other self had learned what she was. Had he ever known? Whether or not the dream was real, the emotions definitely were. Knowing what he knew now, things fell into place and questions were easily answered.
Lightning flashed outside and thunder sounded several seconds later.
Dean paused and looked out the window, grinning slightly. His dream had missed out on an excellent opportunity with it's weather but that didn't mean he was going to. His arm twitched and shook under Aria, attempting to rouse her from her sleep. She grumbled slightly, burying her head in the crook of his neck. His eyes rolled as he made another attempt, running his fingers gently down her spine. She shivered and pinched him.
"Got ya." Dean muttered.
"What are you doing?" Aria asked gently, not bothering to lift her head. Her breath danced across his neck as her lips brushed over the skin with each word.
"We...are about to do something fun." Dean replied. He felt her pause and then her head lifted up. She pushed her hair back to look at him and even in the darkness of the room, he could see the sceptical expression. He smiled and climbed out of the bed, pulling her with him. "Come on babe, time to take advantage of this peaceful time."
"Thought that's what sleeping was for?" Aria asked as she went along with his persistent dragging, pulling her from the room and out into the rain. "Dean!"
"Good start." Dean laughed. Aria just stared at him as if he were insane. "We're on the side of the motel that's not entirely visible...we're safe from being seen."
"Seen? Seen doing what?" Aria's confusion was reaching a peak and she was worried for her boyfriend's sanity.
"Something we ain't ever done before." Dean stated firmly. Her mouth opened to ask and he took advantage of it, leaning down to crash his lips to hers. She made a startled noise which melted into a moan as she finally understood. Her sleep idled brain waking up enough to realize the situation and process what needed doing.
And that was pulling the hard male body before her as close to her own body as physically possible. The height difference proved a problem for all of four seconds before Dean lifted her off the ground and pressed her back against the side of something cold. Her mind clicked on, reminding her that they had been near the Impala. She was suddenly cursing her jeans and she was fairly certain he was too. Nevertheless, the offending garment was removed with little difficulty, mostly due to the rain soaking through.
"Dean..." Aria whispered, attempting to get her brain functioning enough to say something.
"I love you Aria, and I ain't ever letting you go again." Dean cut in. Whatever she was going to say was effectively wiped away as she pulled him back for a stronger kiss. He went willingly and the two succumbed to each other out in the rain.
Okay so I just HAD to put in that bit for Dane and Arianna's first time. Double flash back in this chapter. Plus, who doesn't love thunder storms and kissing in the rain? I always do enjoy giving Dean such interesting dreams lol.