Hello my lovelies! This is the third chapter. This is going to span across several episodes. Please read and review!
Dean woke from a restless sleep. He cringed as he sat up from the bed; it was painful, having this goddamned heart condition. Diesel was never more protective of him; she was basically attached to his side. Now, she lay there next to him snoring softly in content. Fucking ghosts. Two things (maybe three) that he has come to love on this earth and some ghost (not even a damned demon!) was going to take that away from him. He tried to roll off the bed but the pain in his chest spiked and he groaned as a result. So he lay back and face the ceiling and Diesel, who already sat up in concern lay her head across his chest.
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"Crimson" cradled Dean's head in her lap. "You're not okay Dean… You can't fight this. There isn't a win in this situation. He laughed audibly, "Believe me; I've been in worst case scenarios. This is a walk in the park." She smiled "You're 'laugh in the face of death' act won't work on me, I know you're at least a little scared." He sat up, his tone more serious now "I just know that if I can't get out of this, if I can't win," he leaned in closer to her and her eyes widened. He rested a hand on her cheek "There wouldn't be a heaven without you in it." Dean closed the distance and sparks flew. Those soft, pink lips he's dreamed of kissing were now on his, and they were even better than expected. She held the hand on her face and squeezed it lightly. It was a loving kiss, but it ended much too short for Dean's like. Crimson pulled back, wide eyed and a scared look on her face. Her cherry red eyes were watering and she looked away. "Dean… I'm so sorry." Dean was confused, if his face was anything to go by. "What on earth would you be sorry for?" He leaned in again for another kiss, but she stood up, the tears now streaming down her face. "Dean, I-I just can't. I'm sorry." Dean stood with her and rested a hand on her shoulder. "C, you have to talk to me, please, I can't lose you, not now. Not ever." She sobbed as she pressed his forehead. He jolted as he felt himself being thrown into reality.
He jumped out of his skin as he jolted upward from his dream. He was in a heavy sweat and he felt cold as deep as his bones. His chest ached from the sudden movement and his head agreed. He messed up, and it was huge. He had to kiss her, he must have read something wrong in her intentions or something, but she kissed back with just as much passion as he had. Dean clutched the back of his head in pain. He didn't think it was wrong to love a woman like that. She was beautiful, funny, and knew more about monsters than Dad's journal. Was it love though? The million dollar question of the year. It had to be, he noticed everything; the way she smiled when she thought he wasn't looking, the way she listened and retained everything he told her. He lay back in the bed only to finally realize his faithful companion wasn't there. He looked around the room; there were only a few places she could be. Dean turned and saw that she was lying on the floor, legs sprawled and snoring softly. Not even the dog wanted him. He thought. He rolled to face the window and let his tortured thoughts lull him to sleep.
As soon as Dean was out of sight Diesel collapsed, breathtaking, choking sobs. She never wanted and always wanted this to happen at the same time. Hell had rules, it may be a chaotic, grief-stricken, shithole, but it had rules. That was to never disobey Crowley, or the consequences may be severe. She looked at the lake in sorrow. Her mother used to take her here, back when she was an ancient Greek deity. It was some lake on an island off the coast of Mycenae. It was the first time she had realized what she was and how much responsibility came with it. Many years passed, and she was depicted as many different things, Sekhmet, she was Japanese for a while, nothing too special, but she always came back to this place. And after she was serviced to Lucifer and hell, she was never allowed above the fiery depths of the eternal pit. In the midst of her sorrow, she threw herself into reality, and found herself lying on the floor. She must have fallen in the midst of one of Dean's fits. She rolls on her stomach and lay her head in her paws and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Dean was cured of his fatal heart condition, yes but Crimson was still at large, and now he knew that she was not coming back. After he was cured, and old fling by the name of Cassie called up for a case. In the heat of the moment he let himself slip, losing Crimson left him wanting attention, wanting something to hold on to. He slept with Cassie, but all the while thinking of his precious Crimson, imagining her hands, her eyes, the way her hair looks in sunlight. In his shame he left Cassie's home in the middle of the night while she slept and returned to the motel with his dog and brother to suffer in silence.
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"It's been three weeks and I'm going completely insane Diesel." Dean lies on his bed and stare at the ceiling. Diesel whined sympathetically "I can't get her out of my head." He pat on the side of the bed and Diesel obliged to the invitation. "I miss her smell; I miss her hair, hell I even miss her getting completely pissed off when I'm injured. He rolled to the side "Now she'll never want me back."He slammed his fist into the nightstand. Over the next few nights he tried to convince himself that she was never real, that this, thing he thought he had with her would of never been what he'd hoped.
The boys went on some more hunts, met up with this chick named Meg, she fell out of a window on that hunt… but his dream girl never came back. He wished he could take it back; He was okay with having a woman he was in love with but could never grow to intimate with, be his best and closest friend. He missed the way her eyes changed reds, the way she smelled like strawberries and freshly baked cinnamon buns, how the sun caught in her onyx hair, it was completely maddening. Sam still didn't know (thank god) he just thought Dean was still bummed out about dad or something equally understandable. To be honest, he knew he could never tell poor Sammy about his imaginary romance, because that's all it was. Imaginary.
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Diesel was ashamed, she listened to Dean bled his heart out about his "Imaginary" romance with this woman from his dream the he wasn't really ever with. Originally she wanted to come back days earlier, but then there was the case with Cassie, and her confidence fell apart. She was pissed, even though all of this was her fault. Crowley was the only reason she left, if she had stayed, Crowley would have had both their heads on a silver platter right about now. She tried to be a good leader of the hell hounds. Sit, roll over, take that soul. It was a simple life but Eve, her mother, made the fatal mistake of giving her free will. Even though she was bound to hell, she could make her own decisions, and her own mistakes. Sometimes, on rare nights actually, she would get so unbelievably pissed that she wasn't made a drone, like her brothers and sisters. Diesel loved Dean (she was finally willing to admit) probably more than any human ever to exist; his apple green eyes, the way he always smelled of aftershave an motor oil, even in his dreams, his life-giving smiles, and how he stared so…openly at her. It made something flutter in her three-thousand year old chest. She leaves her reminiscing and lays her hurry head in Dean's lap and finished listening. He eventually lay down to sleep, hoping for a dream he know won't come.
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Diesel slept in the car as the brothers "worked" In the bar. The case this week was something about a couple throats being slit. She thinks. Diesel really didn't pay attention. She was startled into consciousness by the thrum of the Impala's engine. She disdainfully tried to fall back asleep. She woke again in front of some random house; it was morning in modern suburbia. Dean was asleep in the front seat with fifty cent shades covering his eyes. Sam strolls up and slams on the horn, startling Dean, and earning a low threatening growl from Diesel. Sam steps inside the driver's seat laughing maniacally. "Sorry you had to get caught in the crossfire Diesel." Sam said to appease the now louder growling, but he was still suppressing giggles. Diesel contracted a massive headache at that very moment and she slammed her head on the seat to relieve the pressure.
Diesel whined and scratched at the door, mimicking her behavior of when she needs to take a piss. Dean sat up with tired concern. "Need to take a leak girl?" she whined in conformation. "Any woods around here Sammy?" Dean questioned and Sam nodded
They drove around until they came upon some nature park in the area and let Diesel out of the backseat. She jumped out playfully, happy to stretch her legs. The boys leaned up against the car and chatted about the case while Diesel flitted around. Suddenly, a dark chill went up her spine, Crowley. He was summoning her. She turned her head to see if the boys were watching, then bolted into the dark of the woods. She ran for a while, and when she was sure she wasn't followed, she shifted. It wasn't great walking through woods completely naked, but it was good to have two legs again. Thankfully, Crowley wasn't very far, and the ground was level and dry. The collar was straining her neck again and she pulled on it impatiently as she walked. There was a clearing up ahead and when she came upon it she noticed there was nothing there, the soil was dry and cracked, and there wasn't even grass. It was a perfect three hundred and sixty degrees of death. It was perfect for a demon. "I know you're here Crowley." She folded her arms to cover her chest. He popped up in the center of the circle. He eyed her up and down. "Why do you insist on torturing me with that birthday suit of yours?" Crowley snapped his fingers and a short red sundress draped over her. And because he has an unspoken style quota, he snapped up some red pumps to match. "We have been a very naughty puppy lately haven't we?" He frowned "Trying to get with the squirrel you're spying on. What a shame." Diesel panicked "Crowley I can explain—" he snapped his fingers again and they were suddenly in an office. She could tell it was hell, because of the searing heat and the distant screams. Her faced showed a multitude of fear, she was going to get her punishment. "Have a seat, love." He gestured to one of the black leather chairs sitting in the front of his desk.
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Dean started to get worried. It's been at least an hour since Diesel left to piss and she still hasn't returned. The brother's got lost in their conversation and forgot all about Diesel. The brother's hollered for her but she still didn't come, they began to search; around tree roots up in trees, down by the stream, but not even the smallest sign of Diesel's whereabouts showed itself. About an hour into their search, Sam brought up a valid point, "Dean, we have to go, there are innocent people about to die if we don't find that cursed object." And as much as it killed him to admit it, Sammy was right. Dean looked off into the woods one last time and wiped out a wave of tears threatening to leave his eyes then left with Sam to the Impala.
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"We need to talk." Crowley said, his voice dripping with intimidation. Diesel sat stalk straight in her chair, fiercely controlling her breathing. "When I told you to keep an eye on those boys, getting into one of their naughty bits was definitely not what I meant." He sat at his desk and intertwined his fingers. "Crowley I didn't—" she started but he stopped her with a wave of his hand. "Sorry puppy," he stood "But you're going to stay in hell until I find a new use for you." Diesel was shocked. She had expected torture, or some type of punishment in the eternal fire pit, or hell, even a bitch slap to the face would have been reasonable, but he was so calm and collected it chilled her very bones.
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Well? What do you think? I was expecting this to be a lot shorter but hey, I got to 2000 words! I am now taking requests for which season 2 episodes I should do before I finish writing my season one finale fic! It's going to be a long ass chapter, and I'm probably also going to write a few one-shots while I wait! PLEASE REVIEW WITH SUGGESTIONS FOR EPISODES AND GENERAL CONSTRUCTIVE CRTISISM I NEED IT!