The Unknown(Dean Winchester Love Story)

5. Remember That I Love You

Here's the 5th chapter. Hope you like. 

I walked into my room, took off my jeans and threw an over sized Metallica t-shirt on. I walked over to my bed and slid back underneath the covers, soon allowing sleep to work it's way through.

Caitlyn's POV

I was sitting in a beautiful room. It looked more like a library, but still beautiful. I stood up to walk around, but a man walked in smiling.

"I see you like the bat cave, Catwoman." the man said, as he walked by me he gave me a small peck on the lips. I looked at him shocked, he just walked by as if it were an everyday thing. When I said nothing the man looked at me with confusion in his vibrant green eyes.

"You okay, Cat. Cat got your tongue?" he said chuckling, but stopped when he realized that I still had a look of shock on my face.

"Honey, are you okay?" more concern was in voice. He reached his hand out to touch my shoulder but I backed away.

"Cat, whats wrong?" he was worried, you could tell from his voice and the look on his face.

"Don't call me honey. I don't know who you are. Leave me alone." I said, backing away more.

"Cat, it's me, the boyfriend you've been dating for two years." he said. I didn't have a boyfriend, it's been years since I've had a boyfriend.

"I don't have a boyfriend. Who are you?" I asked more sternly.

"She won't remember you," Sam said walking into the library-like room. "She's not who you thought she was. She's different. She's changed. And for the worst." Sam said pulling out a gun from inside his waistband. 

"Sam what are doing?" I asked. The man just stood there in shock by what he was seeing.

"I'm sorry Cat, I never wanted to do this, but you gave me no choice. You became a monster and we kill monsters." Sam said, pulling the trigger. 

"Sam wai-" But it was too late the bullet had already hit me. I looked down finding a bloody circle on my stomach.

"NO!" screamed the man who I still did not know the name of, and I guess I never would. Because I was slowly dying. Sam had shot me in a place where I would suffer slowly and painfully.

The man cradled me in his arms, laying my head in his lap. Tears brimming his eyes.

"I love you so much. Remember that, okay?" he pleaded, a tear ran down his cheek. The life was slowly draining from me, I could feel it. Dying slowly was something you had to think about. Because you had a lot of time to think dying slowly. 

Sam had shot me and left as if my life meant nothing to him. The man who was so sad seemed to love me enough to feel grief over me. But I didn't know who this man was. I had no memory of him. He loved me for no reason, because I did not know him. I did not know him, therefor I did not feel any love for him. But I will grant his wishes and tell him that I will remember.

I lifted my hand to his cheek.

"I'll remember. Thank you." I said right before there was no life left in me to carry on any further.

I woke up again, this time, my stomach was hurting, and tears were falling from my eyes. But my heart was hurting as well. Not from dying. No. My heart was hurting because of sadness and grief. Sadness because my best friend killed me and grief because I left behind a man who loved me more than his life itself.

I laid on my side, eyes open knowing I wouldn't be able to fall asleep for a while, thinking. Alone and dying. Those are times to think. To think through things. To think that maybe I was going crazy.

Or to think that maybe these dreams were trying to find the best to throw me off this world. Maybe these dreams were trying to find the best way to kill me.

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Well, thank you for being so kind to read this story. Bye you lovely persons. 

-Octopus