Don't Make Promises You Can't Keep || Dean's Daughter Fanfiction

Chapter 15

Harley ~

I was in a long meadow, full of wild flowers and tall grass. The colors seemed to be the same but better some how. I heard some people laughing so I walked up towards it.

I saw my mother, and my younger brother. I also saw Dean, but Dean had never spent more than one night with my mother. Still there he was smiling at her.

"Dean?" I yelled across the meadow.

"Harley, get over here and come have a picnic with us," Dean yelled back. I was so confused but I felt this feeling of happiness wash over me. I walked towards my family and sat down on the checkered blanket full of good food and drinks. We sat and laughed, we played games and told stories. We were a family. We were happy. Then I heard a flutter of wings come from behind me.

"Castiel, why are you here?" I said with an edge to my voice. After all, I asked him for help and he let me die. I didn't want anything to do with him.

"I'm here to take you back," he said and stretched out a hand.

"Who says I want to go back, this place is nice, I'm happy here," I said.

"This does seem like you would be happy here, this is the dream you had when you were shot. It is very lovely here," Cas said looking around.

"Exactly Cas, It's nice here. I'm not sure I want to go back," I said.

"You have to go back, you have a prophecy to fulfill," he said.

"Screw the prophecy! I'm happy and I'm not going to die here. It's safe," I said my voice quieting.

"I am afraid I have to insist," he said touching my forehead and suddenly I was in a dark box made of wood. I beat the box, I screamed for help but it started to get hard to breath. I pulled a board and dirt came piling on me and this time I couldn't breath. I dug the hardest I have ever dug and soon I reached the surface. It was all snow and I had to dig more. My head peeked and I was alone in a snowy meadow. All I had was my clothes and a compass that was in my leather jacket pocket.

"Damn it Cas! You selfish bastard, come down here now!" I screamed at the sky. When I realized he wasn't going to answer I started walking north. After about a mile walking in twelve inch thick snow I came upon a town. It was Lawrence, Kansas, the place I was from. I started walking toward a general store. Everything was closed this time of night, it was nine O'clock. I took my jacket off and wrapped it around my hand and broke the window. I was so thirsty and hungry I felt like passing out. I gathered water, food, and money and got out of there as fast as I could because this place probably had an alarm system. I was holding four grocery bags as I ran through two different alley ways to et away from the scene. I went to the first payphone I could find and dialed Dean's number.

"Hello, this is Dean," Dean said.

"Hi, uh, Dean. It's Harley, I'm in Lawrence," I said nervously.

"My daughter is dead, who are you?" Dean asked.