Memories
CHAPTER 12
SAM POV
Uhh! My head is killing me. I freakin' hate visions.
Or is it a memory?
When I held the flask I felt myself slipping.
I got a flash of green light then a man with very white hair and blue eyes. He looked worried and was leaning over me (Dawn?) when I opened my eyes and kissed my forehead and smiled when he saw that I was alright. He held me to his chest and said, "Thank God, I'd thought I'd lost you for good." He was English and smelled like tobacco, leather and something metallic. He kept speaking to me although I couldn't understand all of it.
He picked me up and sat on a large motorcycle with me in his lap, he gave me a handkerchief to wipe the blood from my face. I knew my eyes, nose and ears were bleeding. As he took off into the night he looked down at me and said, "I'll get you home soon Dawnie, I promise." I held on knowing I was safe.
Suddenly I was being pulled forward and water was hitting my face. Swatting Deans hands away I pulled my self up to sit and lean against the car. Dean was scared I could tell.
"I'm alright." My voice was scratchy, "I just had a vision... or a memory, I'm not sure. I think I had a flash of Dawn's memory."
He doesn't look happy at all. "I'm alright really. Just a little headache." He reaches over with a tissue and wipes my upper lip. As he pulls it away I see my blood. Shit. Now I'm going to have to explain. "Can I get in the car before the Inquisition?" Dean nods and hands me the tissue and the water bottle. As he rounds the car I rinse out my mouth, I can still taste the memory. Once my face is cleaned off i step back inside the care moving the flask and lighter to the back seat by Dawnie. Dawnie. Yeah that was a memory.
"What was that Sammy? You scared the crap out of me back there." Dean says white knuckling the steering wheel as he drives down the highway.
"I had a flash of Dawn's memory. She was hurt badly and a man was there, he was worried, really worried. She was so happy to see him. He called her Dawnie and he was taking her home. Then you woke me up."
"Who was it?"
"Who?"
"Who hurt her and who saved her?"
"I don't know. She was already saved from the point in the memory where I began and she never spoke or thought her saviors name."
"Think it was William?"
"Who?" The conversation seemed to be going in circles.
"William from the flask." At the look he gave me I reached for the flask in the back seat after a small hesitation.
I read the inscription. So that's why he was curious. It does seem romantic, but it also seems - I don't know - like you are supposed to thing it's romantic. Like a facade or something. It's like you aren't supposed to look past it to the real meaning. I don't know how to explain it but i don't think it is romantic.
"Oh. I guess it's possible they seemed close, but I doubt it, he didn't exactly look like a William." Dean's jaw twitched. Interesting, this could work for me. "It does look like she has a boyfriend though huh? Oh well, Guess I don't stand a chance." His jaw twitched again and his hands re-tightened on the wheel.
With my mission complete I replaced the flask (again) in the back seat. "I'm gonna sleep for a little bit, my head is killing me. Wake me up when, Sleeping Beauty does, ok?" Another twitch.
Sammy: 3 Dean: 0.
