DREAMS || DEAN WINCHESTER

Part Three

Abigail couldn't sleep at all, she was just too mad at Dean leaving her. She didn't have a phone so she obviously couldn't call anyone, she also couldn't drive anywhere due to her truck.

She walked to her room and stopped. Her heart was racing out of her chest, sweat formed on her head. She almost tripped over her own feet, she was having a panic attack.

She crawled to her bed and jumped into the sheets. She kept on looking around, with her hand on her chest to calm her down. Her vision started to get blurry, her hearing was muffled, she couldn't even breathe properly. She leaned her head onto her pillow and looked at the ceiling. She didn't want to go to sleep, so she just laid there, looking at the ceiling. She closed her eyes just to relax, but opened them once again to feel a droplet of something.

She looked up at the ceiling and saw a little red stain, "what the..." she said as she got up to look at it. Once she looked at it, the stain got bigger, piercing through the white ceiling. It started to pour the red liquid, she immediately got out of the bed and ran out of the room. She close the door behind her and saw a woman, a very pretty woman. It was a ghost, a white ghost.

"Um... hello..." Abigail said out of breath, "Before you ask anything, I was the person talking to you in that dream from the motel," Abigail just looked at her, "Really?" "Yes" "Okay... is this another dream?" "Yes, it's the only way I can talk to you. As soon as you shut your eyes, I can control your dreams" "Oh..." "I know it's a lot to take in, but I will explain everything."

"So, you're only here because of that spirit?" Abigail said, "He wasn't the only thing you've unleashed. I've been watching you for over 10 years now Abigail Smith" "Then why is that thing after me all of a sudden?" "Because of Dean" "What does Dean have to do with this?" "He saved you, so that angered the spirit" "Well he doesn't have to worry about Dean, I hate him."

"I know that he left you, but it's a terrible choice" "How come?" "He was the only one to protect you" "And you can't?" "Mg ghost days are almost over, soon I'll be up in the sky, I've grown to old" "I'm not going back to Dean, he left me, so he could be 'safe'" "I know that you are mad at him- "Mad at him? I'm frustrated, furious even!" "Abigail Smith, he is the- "Only one to save me? What about Sam? He could save me!" "That boy has demon blood in him, he couldn't stop this spirit, only Dean can"

"Nope, I am never going to talk to him again, he left me to die," the ghost looked at Abigail defeated, "Okay, but it's your death wish" "Wha- Then Abigail woke up in her bed. It was sunny out, she read the alarm clock, 8:30. She got up and walked to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.

As soon as the coffee was done, she poured it into a mug and sat on the couch. She turned on the television and sat up, it was her face that said 'missing.' "Holy shit..." she said. She got up and went back to her room.

She put on a clean white shirt and clean loose jeans. She put her fluffy denim jacket on and walked to the door and put her black ankle boots on. She walked out the door and headed to her work.

When she walked up, there was yellow tape around the whole building. "What the fuck?" Then someone grabbed her arm and pushed her against a car, it was Dean.

"What do you want Dean?" She said angry, "We need to talk- "Get the fuck off me!" She pushed his arms off of her and stared at him with hatred. "It's about that spirit," Dean tried to explain, "I don't care Dean" "Just listen, Sam and I went to go check on the motel, but it wasn't there" "What?"

"The motel was gone. It was just a dirt pile in the shape of the motel" "You're joking" "I wish I was Abby- "It's Abigail to you" "Abigail, that spirit is after you, I'm only trying to help" "Help?! You better be fucking kidding right now! You left me so you can be safe!" "I didn't understand the story Abigail, if we work-