Oshea's black heels clicked against the house's wooden floor as she stepped through the hallway toward the living room. She was dressed in a short, snug black dress and her hair had been pulled up into a neat bun with a few curling strands falling against her face. The diamond ring on her finger glistened in the light along with the small diamond earrings piercing her earlobes. It had been a beautiful day. Dean and John had spent the afternoon playing catch with an old softball and gloves. After that, Dean had come inside and took care of Mary, feeding her and playing with her. Bobby had just left with the kids, and Dean had been able to see Sam and Ella's young daughter before Bobby had driven off. Oshea walked over to Dean, who was now sitting on the couch and lowered herself onto his lap, leaning her head against his shoulder. "You ready to go, Dean? It's almost time to meet Sam and Ella at Sakura."
The whole day had felt like an out of body experience to Dean. He felt as if he was dreaming, and that at any moment someone would wake him up. He was happy here... but at the same time, he almost felt like something was wrong. It was almost too perfect. He smiled at her and nodded, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. "I love you," He said, and then they rose from the couch and left for the restaurant.
"I love you, too, Dean." Oshea said quietly before they left. When they arrived at the restaurant, Sam and Ella were already there waiting for them. They stood up from their chairs as Oshea and Dean walked over. Oshea smiled brightly as she rushed to hug her sister then Sam, kissing his cheek. Sam smiled and walked over to Dean, giving him a firm hug before sitting down.
"You feeling better, Dean?" Sam asked, looking amused.
"What? Oh.. uh, yeah much better... thanks." He replied, looking down at the menu with a little smile.
The dinner passed by quickly. Sam chatted about his job at a law firm in California and as they were standing by the table talking, Ella surprised the group by giving the news that she was pregnant with her and Sam's second child. Oshea gasped and smiled brightly. "Oh, Ella that's great!" She said with a laugh. Sam looked to his brother. "This was great, Dean. We shouldn't wait so long to get together again."
Dean smiled a little and was opening his mouth to say something when he glanced past Sam and saw the sickly pale woman in the white dress from earlier that day, standing across the restaurant. He stared and quickly pushed by his brother, making his way across the restaurant. A man stepped in front of him, blocking his way. Dean gave him a nudge, but by the time he had gotten past him, the girl was gone. He blinked, looking around, and then turned around. Ella, Sam, and Oshea were all staring at him.
Sam walked over to him, his brows furrowed as he glanced around the restaurant then back to his brother. "Uh... Dean, what is going on with you?" He said quietly. Oshea stepped up to him and touched his arm. "Dean, are you okay?"
Dean looked around one more time before nodding at them. "Yeah.. I just thought I saw someone.. it's nothing," He shook his head. When neither Oshea or Sam looked convinced, he said, "Really, it's nothing. That was a great dinner, Sam, congrats to you and Ella."
After picking up young John and baby Mary, they headed back home and put them to bed. Not long after that, Oshea had fallen asleep, curled up on the couch next to him as he surfed through channels. He briefly glanced down at her with a faint smile, and then back up to the television.
"...And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424." Dean's eyes widened a little as he finished taking a sip of beer and leaned forward, watching the news broadcast intently. "Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the passengers and crew who lost their lives..."
"No... no, I stopped that crash," He said quietly.
He stood up from the couch, careful not to wake Oshea, and headed to the computer desk, sitting down as he opened the laptop.
"Nine children comatose... girl drowns in hotel pool... orphanage staff members die of sudden illnesses... " The list went on; everywhere Dean looked, he could find articles of freak accidents, murders, deaths that he and Sam and the Blackwoods had prevented... all of them had happened anyway. He shook his head, sighing deeply. He glanced up from the computer in time to see someone walking out of the room.
He jumped up from the seat and walked into his and Oshea's bedroom, which was dark except for the moonlight coming in through the window. He pulled open the closet door: two rotting female corpses were hanging in the middle of the closet, ropes tied from their wrists. He turned, and saw the woman from before. Her dress was even more stained with blood and there was a large gash above one of her eyebrows. She flickered and then disappeared. He stood there for a moment, and then turned back to the closet, which was now empty aside from his and Oshea's clothes. He took a deep breath, looking around before he quickly threw on a jacket, grabbed the car keys, and went out the door.