Dawson's Daughter | {BOOK 1}

62|Happy Together

"No, Ellie. That doesn't make any sense. Okay?" Fake Dean insisted.

"I keep seeing him, because I keep getting glimpses of reality," I continued, ignoring him. "I'm strung up somewhere in here, catatonic, and I can't snap out of it."

"Okay, you're not crazy, alright?" Fake Dean said. "But, we- we- we need to get out of here. Fast."

He started to pull me away, but I shook him off.

"You aren't real. None of this has been real. I need to wake up."

I pulled out the silver knife and Fake Dean immediately backed away from me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?"

"It's an old wives' tale," I smirked. "If you're about to die in a dream, you wake up."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That's crazy. Alright?" Fake Dean tried to reason with me.

"Maybe," I shrugged, but wasn't willing to back down.

Fake Dean began walking toward me.

"You're going to kill yourself," he said, holding out an arm to stop me. "Okay?"

"Or I'm going to wake up. One or the other."

I took the knife in both hands, ready to thrust it into myself.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, my dad walked up to me, wearing the same outfit he was wearing when he left on the hunt where he died. Behind Dean, Mary, Sam and Jessica all came out as well.

"Why'd you have to keep digging?" Dean asked me. "Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? You were happy."

My dad came around to stand in front of me, putting a hand against my cheek gently.

"Put the knife down, honey," he urged me.

"You're not real," I choked out, tears rolling down my cheeks. "None of it is."

"It doesn't matter. It's still better than anything you had."

"What?"

"It's everything you want. We're a family again. Let's go home."

"I'll die," I sobbed, shaking my head. "The djinn'll... drain the life out of me in a couple of days."

"But in here, with us, it'll feel like years. Like a lifetime."

I looked over at Fake Dean, who smiled at me, nodding his head.

"I promise," Dad continued, taking my chin in his hands. "No more pain. Or fear. Just love and comfort. And safety. Ellie, stay with us. Get some rest."

"We can have kids, watch them grow up," Fake Dean picked up. "We can be together."

"Why is it our job to save everyone?" Sam added. "Haven't we done enough?"

Fake Dean stepped forward, taking my Dad's place.

"I'm begging you," he whispered. "Give me the knife."

I looked around at everyone, ending with my dad before looking back at the Dean in front of me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered back.

I thrust the knife into my gut, and blood immediately came out of my mouth.

"Ellie! Ellie! Eleanor!" Dean yelled.

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"Eleanor, wake up!" Dean's voice was now Sam's.

I groaned as Sam took the needle connected to a blood bag out of my neck.

"Sammy, where's Dean?" I managed to say.

"Over here. Let's get you down and we'll work on him."

While Sam was helping me down, I noticed the djinn appear from the shadows behind him.

"Sam!"

He spun around, going for the djinn with a knife. The djinn managed to get Sam for a moment, forcing him to drop the knife. I tugged on the ropes that Sam had begun cutting. Before the djinn could work his magic on Sam completely, I managed to get free, grab the knife and stabbed the djinn in the back. The blue light disappeared from its eyes, and when I pulled the knife back out, it fell to the floor, dead.

"Dean!" I cried, dropping the knife and hurrying over.

He was hanging like I had been, and looked exactly like he did in my dream world when the Fake Dean and I were in the warehouse. Sam came over, helping me get him down. He collapsed to the ground, looking a bit worse than me.

"E-Ellie," he croaked, his eyes opening a bit.

"Shh. I'm here, Dean. I've got you," I comforted him, cradling his body in my arms.

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Dean was sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, looking through a magazine and paused on the picture of a woman lying on the beach, holding a beer. I sat on the other bed, absentmindedly running a hand over my stomach.

"Okay, do either of you want to tell me what happened?" Sam asked, looking from Dean to me and back.

Dean and I looked at each other and then went back to what we were doing, not answering Sam's question.

"Come on, guys. The djinn's supposed to grant your wish, right? So, what-"

"No," I said. "No, it doesn't."

"What?"

"It's all an illusion. It doesn't grant your wish, it just makes you think it does," Dean added.

"What do you mean?" Sam furrowed his brow in confusion.

I didn't feel like elaborating and got up, slipping in the bathroom to avoid Dean and Sam's gazes. I could hear Dean through the door, talking more about the Djinn Experience with Sam. Making sure the door was locked, I started the sink running and splashed some water on my face as I thought about my Dream World. I didn't know what Dean saw, but there was no denying anymore that somewhere, deep down, I wanted to be with him.

I put my hand on my stomach again, a few tears slipping down my cheeks as I thought about the unborn child that I would most likely never get to see now that I was back in the real world. All Dean and I have done is kiss a few times. Sure, Sam suggested we have sex when he was drunk that one time, but other than that, neither of us have mentioned or shown any indication that either of us wants that with each other.

It was totally unfair. I wanted to tell Dean I loved him and have him tell it to me back. I wanted to have a house together, and for him to work on cars at some garage and then come home to my freshly baked goodies at night. I wanted a family with him. I wanted to be happy together. But of course, all of that was only possible in a dream.