The Unknown(Dean Winchester Love Story)

6. I Would Never Hurt You

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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.

Caitlyn's POV

I looked at the alarm on the nightstand beside my bed. 4:17. I had already been laying in bed for a couple hours, not daring to fall back asleep. When I had dreams of the mysterious man with the vibrant green eyes, I never thought this much about it. I guess it was because I didn't know him. I remember every detail about the latest dream. The look in Sam's eyes when he pulled the trigger. The way he just walked away. He was my best friend, and he shot me. And the worst part, he didn't even care.

Now I know it was just a dream, but all of the dreams I've had where so really. I was in pain every time I woke up. I was getting scared. That was the first dream in about a year where there was some happiness. But I still ended up dying in the end. I looked at the clock again. 4:20. I mine as well just get up and make breakfast.

I slipped on a pair of pajama pants, walked out of my room and into the kitchen. I wasn't tired, I had enough sleep from yesterday. It was Saturday, so I wasn't going to school, and I decided that I could treat myself to something other that cereal.

As I was making bacon and eggs, I heard soft footsteps coming from behind me. I clutched the frying pan I was getting ready to put on the hot stove. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I swung the frying pan, hitting the intruder. After I swung I slipped on the laminated wood floor and went to catch myself, placing my hand on the burner. I screamed out in pain, lifting my hand off the burner, falling to the ground. The unused frying pan hit the ground beside me. The intruder crouched down in front of me. When I looked up, I saw it was only Sam.

"Jesus Caitlyn, are you okay?" Sam asked worried.

"No not really, I just burnt my hand." I said sarcastically.

He lifted me off the ground, placed me on the counter, turned on the faucet, and placed my hand under ice cold water. I hissed in pain as the cold water came into contact with my hot hand.

"Leave it there, I'll be back in a sec." he said walking away, quickly. He walked into my bathroom. "Where is your first-aid!" he yelled from the bathroom.

"It's under the sink!" I yelled back to him. He came running back in to kitchen with gauze in his hands.

"I'm sorry for hitting you with the frying pan, I forgot that you stayed here last night." I apologized as he took my hand from the water and wrapped in the gauze.

"Cat, you're fine." he said , still wrapping my hand. "The burn isn't as bad as I thought it would be." he said, giving me back my hand.

"Thanks." I said, rubbing my burnt hand self consciously. He paused from a moment, thinking of how to ask me the question he wanted to ask, or even if he should.

"Cat, are you sure you're okay?" he asked, a concerned and worried look in his hazel eyes. I stared into his eyes, and I realized that I was scared of him. Not necessarily the Sam I was staring at right now, but the Sam in my dreams. But they had the same face, and my brain didn't process that well. I backed away, afraid that the nightmare would become real. A hurt look became very noticeable in his eyes.

"Cat? Cat, whats wrong?" he asked, still hurt. He knew that I was scared of him, he wasn't stupid.

"Cat, please, tell me what's wrong." he said with more force. I flinched, that was the same tone he used right before he killed me.

"Please stay away Sam." I said, it was very obvious that I was frightened. His expression turned into an even more sad look.

"Cat, listen to me, I would never hurt you. What has got you scared?" he asked. I hesitated before telling him.

"I've been having nightmares for about a year and... and at first it was just about once a month, but about a couple months ago I had them every week. Now its every time I close my eyes." I told him, my voice was so soft that it only reached to his ears, still frightened by everything.

"Do you want to tell me about the dreams?" he asked, still worried. I hesitated again.

"All of the dreams I've had, they all end the same way... I die in the end of all of my dreams. And by the same man. I don't know who this man is, and... and all I remember about the man is that he doesn't want to kill me but he has to, and I remember his eyes in every dream. His green eyes." I tell Sam.

"And what's so different about this dream that's got you so jumpy?" he asked.

"... You killed me..."

He looked at me with a shocked look.

"I would never hurt you in any way possible." he said as tears brimmed his eyes.

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