Thirteen

"Where are we?" Dean asked, the wind was blowing, but it was a warm wind.

"Great Ridge Parkway," Holly answered with melancholy tones in her voice. "Midnight."

"Ok what's with the cop procedural drama talk," Dean gave her a look. "What's going on here?"

Holly didn't say a thing. She simply pointed across the street at a car stopped at the end of the road. A red pickup truck. The driver was clearly female based on the outline Dean could make out in the car, but she was distorted and hidden for some reason. She was on the phone. For some reason Dean found that he could hear the conversation.

"Trust me dad," the driver said, the voice sounded familiar somehow. "I'm going to seriously reconsider the major I'm pursuing. The work load is hard. I'll call you when I get there. I love you and Papa."

His daughter?

She hung up and went to pull out. The next few moments were a blur as Dean watched a collision of metal on metal. He heard a sickening crunch that was only associated with bones breaking. He didn't even hear a cry of pain or an exaltation of any kind. There was squealing of tires and brakes, crunching of metal and bone and body, and nothing more. Dean stood, pale and shocked. He could feel himself shivering even though the wind wasn't cold. Dean felt his words catch in his throat. Why was Holly showing him this?

He tried to move, but he couldn't. It was like he was glued to the median. There was glass everywhere. There was blood, so much blood spilling onto the black top. The other car's occupant wasn't moving either. He lay as still as Dean's Future daughter. Her truck was totaled. There was so much blood under her truck bed and the door was so crunched up it had basically fallen off. It felt like hours within a few seconds, but Dean watched as the ambulances and police came. There was a frenzy of running bodies and the flashing lights were seemingly in a blur. Dean couldn't even think straight. He was still in shock himself. He watched the hospital gurneys. Two black bags.

"Winchester." Was the only thing he heard, he couldn't make out the first name they said.

"Time of death," the ambulance driver said. "12:34am."

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Dean was transported to another event fast. He hadn't had time to even process the first one. It all felt like a bad dream, just a bad dream that's all it was. Now he stood, with Holly behind him and a graveyard in front. In the distance was a group, huddled around one particular gravestone. The name etched into it was much too hard to make out and once again Dean felt like he was held back by a forceful invisible hand. He saw his family. He saw Future him, clutching Castiel's hand like it was an anchor. Castiel was as deathly pale as Future Dean. Sam and Gabriel stood slightly to the right. Dean could see the sadness evident in both of their eyes, the pure sadness inside of both of them. Titan's ears were drooped and his head downcast. Daniel clung to Future Dean's leg, leaning against it. He looked confused as hell. He looked scared too. Castiel placed a hand on his back; Dean could see he was trying to stay strong for Daniel.

Dean didn't know why either, but he could hear everyone's words, even from far away.

"Goodnight sissy." Daniel meekly said and placed his favorite teddy bear down in front of the grave. Castiel took him away to the Impala which was parked outside of the graveyard. Sam and Gabriel each set down a single rose.

"God," Sam said. "You were…you were gonna do good things. Such good things. We love you baby girl."

"Rest in paradise angel," Gabriel said. "Your smile's gonna light up all of Heaven."

Sam stayed a moment longer so Future Dean wouldn't be alone. Gabriel walked back to the car so Castiel and Daniel wouldn't have to be alone in their silence. Titan's tags jingled as he stood, he approached the grave. He mournfully howled as Future Dean walked away fast. Titan could've expected it; he didn't expect the man to be able to comprehend something like this.

"Did anybody ever tell you that you're the best?"

Her words echoed through Titan's head as if she'd said them to him yesterday.

"Not until now."

Titan turned his head away from the grave. His ears flattened and he disappeared. He vanished into thin air, disappearing for awhile. Dean wished that was what he could do too. He didn't know why he was being forced to watch this. He watched Future him, standing alone in the graveyard.

Future Dean stalked back over to the grave and let out this almost inhuman sounding cry of pure anguish. It made Dean sick to his stomach. Future Dean's tears stained his face and his words wouldn't come, like they were choked by the air. This was a level of sadness Dean hadn't felt in years. Future Dean's fingers touched the top of the grave and ran over the letters down to the bottom of it. It was like he was trying to hold onto her, like he still could. Damn he would if he could. Dean could see the years of memories flooding back to Future him, he could only imagine them all flooding his head and coming at him like a freight train. Even though Dean hadn't felt it himself, not yet, he could feel her death. He could feel her baby form in his arms, rocking her. He could feel her tiny feet on top of his boots, dancing with him. He could hear her laughter like a ghost in the wind. He knew it would haunt him even after he woke up. All he could think of was the beautiful girl in the ground, the wonderful girl who would never hear another Stone Temple Pilots song, who would never feel the grip on the wheel of the Impala ever again, who would never be reading on the couch when Future Dean came from work ever again, his future daughter, his future daughter who was so much his, who would never be ever again. He found himself crying tears for a girl who'd yet to exist. The last thing Dean saw before Future him walked off was his fingers clutching a necklace. The necklace Sam had given him and he'd given her. Dean knew, even now that somehow he'd never wear it ever again.

"I didn't want you to see this," Holly spoke up behind him. "I'm sorry."

Dean spun around, about to reply in outrage at what she'd showed him, but instead he almost gasped. Holly's perfect skin was covered in tiny cuts. One of which above her eye was bleeding. The look of glass was back in her eyes, screw that, there was actual glass in her eyes Dean could see it and she seemed to shy away as Dean got closer to her. Dean gave her a confused look. His eyes traced her abrasions and soon settled on her neck. There were a few there, but there was something even more peculiar to Dean. A necklace he hadn't noticed before. The chord was black. The pendant was barely peeking out from underneath her jacket. Dean tried to look closer, but suddenly Holly was gone and Dean was left alone in the graveyard until the scenery started to change around him.

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He was in the damn diner again. Dean couldn't understand how he'd ended up there again. They'd just been there. Dean looked around at the busy customers milling about and chatting and laughing and he couldn't help but feel angry. How was it they were allowed to be happy inside his head? He felt like yelling at them, but he refrained. He knew they couldn't hear him. It was pointless. Dean looked around him, desperately searching for a way out. He spotted Holly.

"Hey!" he yelled. She looked at him with wide eyes and disappeared again. He rushed over to the spot she was at, but couldn't reach her in time. The diner went on as it always had, never changing. Dean yelled in rage and looked around again. The glass force field was back. Dean touched it, it was his only chance. He pressed at it, hoping it would break faster, but no such luck. He growled in anger and contemplated his options. He watched as the door opened and closed once again, the door that led to nowhere. Dean had an idea. He ran over to the door and stared at where the glass force field was cracking at a snail's pace. He couldn't help, but think that it was Holly's doing. Dean looked at the glass and closed his eyes. It felt like slow motion as he ran towards the force field. He covered his face with his arms and bust through it. The glass broke immediately and it felt as though time was standing still for a split second. Dean opened his eyes and saw the shards floating in the air, motionless. He even tried to touch one to see if it worked, but before he could he landed on his back in an empty and dusty room. Dean coughed and cautiously stood up, hoping he hadn't hurt himself too badly. He looked around; he'd tried to envision Holly, where she was, before he'd jumped through the glass. He'd hoped it worked and as soon as he saw her in the corner, her back to him, he knew it had. He stood up and started walking over to her.

"It all makes sense now," he said, turning her around so abruptly she gasped and yanking her jacket out of the way so he could see the necklace she had around her neck. "Why you never told me my daughter's name. Why I never got to hear or read anything with her first name on it. Why there was an H on the door of her damn room. Why you wouldn't let me see her face in the accident. Because you didn't want me to know what she looked like did you? You didn't want me to know the truth; you were trying to avoid it. You were trying not to let me see this part of the future…because…"

Dean could barely get the words to come out.

"Because you're my daughter."

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