Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Dream a Little Dream of Me (5)

Dream a Little Dream of Me (5)

Kylie's POV

It was like looking in a mirror.

A mirror that held a more calm and put together version of myself. It was quite strange honestly. Was this how Dean saw me? Was this how he wanted to see me?

I glanced at the Winchester in question who struggled to find the right words as he looked between Sam and I.

"Come on Dean," My hand held out a glass for him to take a teasing smile on my lips, "we don't have long. Sammy will be back any moment."

Dean's green eyes glistened with need before coming back to reality. "I've never had this dream before." He said quickly before turning his back to the scene, his body tense under his jacket.

I didn't know what to say as I looked over the dream version of myself. I simply studied her as Sam took care of his brother.

"Stop looking at me like that." I heard Dean mumble.

"Sorry." Sam apologized in an awkward mumbled voice.

"Dean, I love you."

My heart clenched knowing these were the words he craved to hear from my very own lips once more.

How many times had I declared my love for him? How many times had I expressed that I wanted to give him more than this crappy hunting life?

How many times had he turned me down?

The sky darkened, the cheerful scene now gone and empty.

"Where did  I-She go?"

Leaves crunched in the distance, our heads turning to find Jeremy watching in the distance.

Sam was the first one to take off, his long legs chasing after Jeremy in a fast pace. Dean and I attempted to follow behind him, but soon the woods seemed like a maze, the trees blending together until they weren't trees at all but a long gloomy hallway.

The walls around us were grey and uninviting, the doors black on either side of us. I felt a chill run down my spine knowing that we were in the dark part of Dean's brain.

"Dean?" I looked around us from wall to wall. "What is this?"

He didn't speak at first, his eyes showing he was just as scared as I was. "I don't know." The tremble in his voice told me he was lying. He knew exactly what dream this was. "Just stay close."

We started walking down the haunting hallway, my heart pounding with each step. I tried not to let it show on my face but Dean's mind scared me more than the real world.

We reached the end of the hallway, halting in front of a closed door. Dean's hand hesitated to turn the knob, but once he did, the echoing of a ticking clock was heard.

We stepped into a motel room, the same motel we were staying at in the real world. The walls were darker, the atmosphere sad and menacing.

A man was seated at a desk at the other side of room, his fingers pulling the string of a desk lamp. On and off, on and off, until he stopped.

My breath caught in my throat as I looked at the figure. Brooding shoulders, tense body, calloused hands.

"Dean." I whispered.

Dream Dean stood up slowly and with intimidation. HIs jaw was set tight, his eyes cold and without emotion.

The real Dean, the one who stood next to me put on a brave face and grinned. "Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun."