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Stay With Me A Little Longer
Forbidden. Love. 21 & Elm Treigh

Chapter Two

Her eyes fluttered open as the sunlight shined through her bay window and hit her face. She felt her body instantly react in its normal childish manner which consists of her shutting her eyes tight, willing herself to fall back to sleep and into his arms.

She wasn't sure how long she had laid in her bed, her eyes sealed shut, her face passive, still hoping, still willing herself for sleep to find her again. Wanting Mr. Sandman to dust her eyes for slumber.

"Damn it!" Her clenched fist hit the side of her bed as she fought with the realization that she was up for the day.

He needed her. She knew how much he needed her, yet here she was, back in her world, and away from him. She felt helpless laying there. Guilt already overriding her body, her conscience, and her heart.

This always happened to her when she came back. Especially when it was evident he needed her consolation, her presence. She knew it was crazy to feel guilty for leaving someone who wasn't real. Someone who was nothing more than a mirage in her dreams.

She just couldn't help it. She couldn't fight the longing she had for it to have been real; true. That he was real. He was true. She couldn't stop herself from wishing she could escape her life and enter a reality that dared her to love. That dared her to feel anything but pain, loss, and guilt. She desperately hoped that he was true. That their reality were true.

A knock on her door only increased the rising frustration. "Come in," She grumbled unpleasantly.

She knew it was her Aunt and that she should be polite. After all, she was living with her Aunt. She took her in when she didn't have to. But she was already in a sour mood. As she usually was when her reality pulled her away from the reality she wished was real. When she was pulled away from Dean Winchester. She just didn't understand why her Aunt would be knocking on her door at this time in the morning.

"Savannah," Her Aunt said in her usual cold manner, peering inside to look at her niece, who was still laying in bed. "It seems Mr. Connor is having problems with his room. Would you be a dear and set up another room for him? He should be back sometime late this afternoon. Please make sure he is taken care of." She turned to leave but returned and gave her niece a grim once over before continuing, "And please take your medication. It would be horribly embarrassing if you had one of your fits while he is here. It's the last thing we need." And with that last statement, her Aunt walked out without another word.

Savannah put her arms over her face feeling indignant and defeated.

Was this what life had to offer her now? Was this it for her? To dream of a man who didn't exist and wake to find herself living with her Aunt who did nothing but hover over her like an ill ridden child?

Savannah sighed, sitting up. She knew what her Aunt saw when she looked at her. She saw her sister, Savannah's mother. Savannah was, more or less, a spitting image of her mother. She can understand why her Aunt would stare at her warily. The dreams. The hallucinations. All of it pointed toward the same ending her mother had. Which was nothing more than a grim fate at that.

They said her mother was crazy. A schizophrenic who thought she could speak to Angels. It was crazy, wasn't it? To think that Angels were real? That there could possibly be something more to this world that wasn't pain and death? One thing was to believe in Angels or the idea of Angels. It was quite another thing to not just believe but insist they are real and that you commute with them.

Yet, Savannah believed her mother. She believed her to the very end. Until the final straw. When her mother drove her car off the cliff with Savannah in tow, claiming that a Demon had done it. That a Demon had caused her to drive off the cliff; they had locked her mother up.

They had locked her up and had sent Savannah to live with her father. She was no longer fit to be a mother. She was going insane, seeing Demons, speaking with Angels. An insane mother caring for a child, as loving as she was, was viewed as a bad idea. So, she lived with her father. A father who had left her and her mother years before in search of a fresh start.

Her mother had never recovered from that heartache and seeing and conversing with Angels certainly hadn't helped keep her husband. Not even for Savannah's sake did he stay. Her mother had never gotten better. She died alone in some padded cell. Not that Savannah knew for sure if it was truly a padded cell. Her father had never let her go visit her.

She absentmindedly started to play with her bracelet. Running her finger along the thin silver chain. Was she like her mother? She wondered. A thought that had seemed to be constantly on her mind for the past year.

It had been almost eight months ago when she started to have terrifying dreams about bodies being ripped and torn to shreds, only to come together and be ripped and torn again. When the screams of countless of souls losing everything they ever had filled the air. When even the lure of Dean wasn't enough to make her sleep peacefully.

For four months she was terrified to sleep, knowing if she did all she would see were the damned souls being tortured. Broken in ways that no one should ever be unfortunate enough to witness let alone experience. She was the unfortunate one to witness every single soul writhing and screaming, begging for forgiveness and redemption. The thought alone kept her up for days at a time. Her appearance growing hollow, her mind fragile.

Her family stepped in immediately once they noticed the heavy appearance. Fearing for her health and her sanity. Not wanting a repeat of her mother's fate. They told her she had to move out of her comfortable apartment and into the Bed and Breakfast her Aunt owned. They told her she had to see a doctor. She had to take pills she'd be prescribed, or 'actions' would be put into place. Implying her mother's fate will become hers if she refused their help.

So, with much thought into it, whether it was worth it to be placed into an asylum, away from the life she's worked hard to be as content as she had been, and continue to see Dean and the other damned souls, or do as they say?

She did as they wanted. She did as she was told. She moved out of the apartment that took her months to become her own. She took the pills the doctor prescribed to her. She slept but didn't dream. Her appearance was slowly returning to normal but she was empty inside.

Then it all changed. She remembered the day it happened. The way the air around her seemed more secure than it had been before. When she no longer dreaded being the shell she once was.

She remembered stepping out of the shower and gazing into her reflection to see a light in her eyes. A light that she had thought had long died. So she skipped her pills that day.

Would she dream again? Would she see the pain and death that seemed to have taken over her life? Would she see color, other than the darkness that had kept her empty, alone, and numb?

A miracle in itself. Nothing happened. Nothing haunted her dreams. The darkness turned into gray nothingness. The feeling of pain and death that was a normal commodity in the darkness she saw in her dreams were faded away in the grayness she was now experiencing.

So she skipped the pills the next day and felt herself smile; truly smile for the first time in a long while. Life was returning. Igniting her core and devouring the emptiness.

Then it happened. She closed her eyes, and saw him that night.

He was standing under their tree as if he had been there all along, waiting for her to come to him.

"Dean." Her voice was low, carrying a lifetime of longing in that one word; in his name.

His head snapped up as if she had shouted his name. This wasn't where he thought he'd be. After Castiel had dragged him out of Hell, his mind still went back to his days down under. The night yanked him back to the torture he and the other damned souls felt. But he wasn't there tonight. He was back at the park he had long since given up hope seeing.

He turned toward her and their eyes locked. Their world stopped. Fear, disbelief, longing, and love. A bundle of emotions played out in their eyes before their world started spinning once again.

She ran toward him as he ran toward her. It was the epitome of every cliché it could possibly be. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as her legs wrapped around his waist. His arms held her to him as tightly as he could manage without hurting her.

She wasn't close enough.

He wasn't close enough.

The need in their embrace was more powerful than anyone could imagine. They held their world in that embrace. They saw their lives in one another's eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" She sobbed quietly in his ear, wanting him to understand how sorry she was for not being there for him for the past few months. For the wreck that her life had taken on, keeping her away from him when she knew he needed her. For the decision she made to do as she was told in hopes that her father wouldn't leave her like he left her mother many times before.

He held her tighter, wondering if she knew where he had been. What he had seen. What he experienced. What he did. Was it possible? Of course it was. You brought her here. She's your subconscious. She knew everything.

"It's fine," His raspy voice that held back tears told her. "Everything is fine." He wasn't sure if he was telling her that or himself. But in that moment, it didn't matter. They were the same. They were together.

He felt tears fall on him, hitting him harder than any punch ever had. He gently put her down on the ground and looked into her hazel eyes. His thumb brushed away her tears and hated himself for causing them.

She, on the other hand, was happy beyond anything she could ever feel. Words could not express how joyous she felt to be back in his arms. To have that escape from her life back. She smiled at him and she saw him return her smile.

Her smile widened at the pleasantly painful memory. Yes. She was indeed very glad she could return to Dean every night, like they used to. He was her escape. He was her world. The only light in the darkness that was her life.

"Savannah!"

Savannah rolled her eyes and kicked the covers away from her. "It's another great day at the Safe Haven Bed and Breakfast!" She muttered sarcastically under her breath as she began her morning routine.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

"So, where are we going?" Dean asked Sam grumpily, upset that his brother had woken him up from sleep. From Savannah.

"Rest Haven, Georgia," Sam answered looking at the file that was in his lap.

"And why are we going there?"

Sam had been gone the night before and came back with a case that morning. He knew Sam got the info from Ruby. He just wanted his brother to admit to it and stop his damn lying! He couldn't possibly believe he didn't know what he's been up to? It's his job to know what Sam's doing.

"Suicides."

Dean's eyebrow shot up as he snorted, pulling out of the parking lot. "So?" People kill themselves all the time. Doesn't really mean it's our kind of work." Cone on, Sammy. Just spill it. Tell me what Ruby told you.

"Twelve suicides in the past month in a town that only populates 151 people?" Sam shook his head. "Somethings going on there."

"Okay. So what? You think something's getting his jolly's off making people kill themselves?"

Sam shrugged his broad shoulders and looked out the window of the Impala, watching the scenery pass him by. "Maybe. But I think we better check it out before it happens again," He said not looking at his brother.

Dean scrutinized his brother, feeling disappointed that he didn't fess up. He let out a barely audible and frustrated sigh.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

"Savannah."

She looked up at her Aunt with a small smile. "Yes?"

"I need to head out into town for a few things. Make yourself useful and answer the phones."

"Yes, Ma'am," She answered politely.

Her Aunt nodded once, narrowing her eyes at her niece, warning her to behave. Savannah returned the stare with an angelic smile. Her Aunt pursed her lips, turned, and headed out, leaving Savannah alone in the B&B. Which was a rare thing when her Aunt did so. She was surprised she didn't see any of the staff lingering around, pretending they weren't watching her upon her Aunt's request.

Savannah sighed. Her Aunt was everything she wasn't. Everything her mother hadn't been.

People had been known to gossip around town about whether her Aunt was a Black Widow. She had married young to a very rich business tycoon only to be left alone in the wake of his death. She moved back to town and started her B&B business shortly after receiving the money he left her.

Savannah knew her Aunt seemed as cold as ice and as hard as stone but in reality it was her grief that made her that way. The town could gossip and call her the Black Widow all they wanted. Savannah knew better. She's caught the way her Aunt's eyes would linger on the photos of her husband. How even though it's been twenty years since his death, she still mourned him and had never, or would possibly never, love again.

She had never taken any notice of other men. Though there had been plenty of other men to notice her, more often then not. But she never responded to their advances. Her Aunt was beautiful in an enchanting way. It was no wonder why men would fall for her when they laid their eyes on her.

Savannah chuckled quietly to herself, remembering a conversation she had once with Dean.

"What are you all smiles about?" Dean asked her curiously, wondering if all girls were this weird.

"My Aunt. She's beautiful," She answered with a smile on her face as her hands held the bottom of her dress and she twirled around in a circle.

Her answer confused him. "So?"

She laughed at him before looking into his eyes with a soulful expression on her face. "My Mom and I went to visit my Aunt. It's the first time I've been to her house. The first time I've seen her in years, really. She's amazing, Dean! She's so graceful and beautiful," She sighed and gazed at him. Lost in a fantasy he couldn't see. "She lives in this giant mansion. Just like a princess."

Dean rolled his eyes. He should have figured it was something like that. Something so girly and frilly.

She walked toward Dean, surprising him by taking his hands in hers. "She's married to this very handsome guy, too." She looked into Dean's sea glass eyes with a loving smile spread across her face. "It's amazing! She's amazing!"

Dean frowned at her. "You know. That isn't the most important thing in life."

His reaction disappointed her. "I know," She said, softly removing her hands from his and walked a few steps away from him before turning back. "It's just―" She frowned. "It's so different from my life. From my Mom's life. I like it. Knowing that there's someone out there that will love you like he loves her?" She shook her head. "It's like he's looking at his whole world."

Dean's frown deepened, wondering if that was the way his father looked at his mother. As if reading his thoughts, Savannah walked back to him and held onto his arms bringing him the comfort he normally didn't have outside of their world.

"I bet you'll have that one day," She said teasingly to get his thoughts away from his pain. From the mother that would only be a distant memory.

Dean's expression went from sad to terrified. He was only twelve years old! Sure, he thought that some girls were pretty, especially Savannah, but being in love? Living with someone and getting married to her? No way. Besides, he's seen what they did on TV. Hold hands and kiss and cuddle and other mushy romantic crap that he found completely senseless and to be honest, a bit disgusting.

More importantly, how could he find and fall for a girl when he was always on the road? Always taking care of Sammy. Getting attached to a girl would be impossible. More than that, it would be implausible. Even if he wanted to, which he didn't. At all.

"I'm never going to fall in love," He stated stubbornly.

She shook her head, sighing, "You can't help it, Dean. One day, some beautiful girl will walk into your life and you'll fall head over heels in love with her. You won't get a say in it."

He smiled at her. "You know, Savannah." He stepped closer to her until their faces were inches away from each other. "You're beautiful." He cupped her cheek in his hand. "Probably more beautiful than your Aunt." He could feel the heat of her blush at his words. "But I'm never going to fall in love with you or anyone else."

Her mouth gaped opened, looking at him in shock, trying to hide the hurt she felt as her face became redder.

Dean dropped his hand to hold his stomach and bowled over, laughing. "You should see your face!"

Savannah's face flushed but couldn't help laughing along with him. He was right. Falling in love with her would be impossible. Just like falling in love with him wouldn't ever happen. She felt silly to have had an ounce of hope that maybe one day he would.

"Dean Winchester, you are a... a big jerk!" She said giving him a soft punch on the shoulder with a playful smile widening across her face.

Dean looked up and smiled at her, throwing his arm over her shoulder. "And you, Savannah Dering, are my best friend."

The phone ringing brought Savannah out of her reverie. She smiled as she picked up the phone and answered it. "It's a great day at Safe Haven Bed and Breakfast! How can I help you?"

"Ah, yeah. I was wondering how much you charge a night for two beds?"

"It's seventy-five a night for double occupancy Monday through Friday, eighty-five on weekends, and four hundred for an entire week. That includes meals: breakfast, lunch, and dinner plus a twelve percent sales tax."

"Uh, hold on." Savannah heard the man muffle the phone and someone cursing in the background saying they could sleep in the car. She had to fight back a laugh that threatened to escape. "I'll take it." The man on the other end said.

She smiled. "Check in time is 3p.m. Or after and check out time is 11a.m. Every hour after that is an additional twenty, unless you pay for another night."

The man sighed, "That's fine."

"When do you think you'll be arriving?" She inquired.

Once again, the man's voice was muffled, "Sometime around five today."

"Great! I'll set up the room. You can pay when you get here. We take cash or any major credit card. If you are paying with a credit card, I can go ahead and set you up right now." She offered.

The man agreed and gave his information for Savannah to book the room for a week. As Savannah wrote the name in the register, she couldn't help but think the name looked familiar.

'John Bonham'

She frowned for a moment, swearing she's seen or heard that name somewhere. Brushing it off, she went back to work, not realizing that today was the day her life would change forever.

"Thank you for choosing to stay at Safe Haven Bed and Breakfast!"

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

She frowned and looked at the clock, irritated, wondering when Mr. Connor would be back from wherever it was he had gone to. She had better things to do then wait for him to return and complain to her about what was wrong with his room and then get him settled into a new room.

She could be out in the shed her Aunt had given her to use as her art studio and work on her latest painting. She needed to finish it. It was her masterpiece. Everything she's ever sketched, drawn, or painted was nothing compared to what she had in that studio. She was very proud of it and wanted so badly to finish it. But she was wasting her time waiting for a man that was late.

She was startled by the sudden feeling of someone in the room with her. She looked up and her heart stopped. Unable to take her eyes off of who was in front of her.

"It's you."

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

"I don't see why we have to stay here," Dean grumbled, knowing he probably sounded like a whining child but come on! Four hundred for a week?

"I told you. It's the only place in town," Sam answered for the umpteenth time, wishing Dean would just drop it already.

"So? We stay somewhere else. Somewhere out of town. It's not like we haven't stayed out of town from our hunts before," Dean countered.

Sam sighed. He knew that it was almost impossible for Dean to give up, unless he was distracted. "Maybe I just want to stay at a place that doesn't have 'magic fingers'."

Dean stared at him as though he grew another head and was talking blasphemy. "Dude, how gay are you?"

Sam frowned, annoyed, at Dean. "We already paid for the room, Dean. You might as well give it up."

"Whatever," Dean paused before saying, "Bitch."

Sam smiled. "Jerk."

Sam couldn't help but feel a bit of the weight lift off of his shoulders, knowing he wouldn't have to explain to Dean that Ruby had told him to go to this particular town and stay at that Bed and Breakfast specifically.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the B&B. Dean had to admit the place was beautiful and the land it was on had something amazing about it. Something enchanting. Still, he wondered why Sam felt the need to stay here. He could see it in his brother's eyes that he wasn't being totally honest with him and that hurt him.

They walked into the B&B. Dean noticed the warmth the place brought. He let out a soft whistle before heading toward the desk where a brown haired woman was writing something down.

She looked up and Dean stopped dead in his tracks, feeling as though the world came to a halt.

"It's you."

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