The Unknown(Dean Winchester Love Story)

9. Unknowingly

Dean was the mysterious man from my dreams.

Caitlyn's POV

There he is. There is the man I've seen for a year, unknowingly. There is the man that has killed me for a year. Unknowingly. Everything was unknowingly. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I had never met this man before. And yet, I had. I had met the man that loved me but had to kill me, for reasons unknown to me. I thought I'd be more scared, maybe having a panic attack that would have sent me to an asylum for good. But I just looked at Dean in shock. He looked as if he was ready to catch me if I fall.

And I finally did fall. Either from shock or the horror of meeting him. But before I hit the ground, I felt strong, muscular arms wrap around me. I looked up, still in a daze, and I saw his eyes and I knew it was him, for sure. His eyes sparkled with worry, they still looked like the vibrant green eyes of the man who killed me, repeatedly. I had always thought I made up these beautiful green eyes with the injurious stare behind them. But here they are.

I gently pushed myself out of his grasp and took a few steps back. I didn't want him to know it was him. I didn't want to know it was him. I've never met him before. Maybe this was the same thing as Sam. Maybe he was different from the murderous man in my dreams. Maybe he wouldn't hurt me. Maybe those grief filled eyes would not reappear out of my dreams. Maybe I wouldn't see him face to face, plunging a knife in my chest.

Instead of having a panic attack, I decided to extend my hand towards him. He took the extended hand hesitantly. "I'm Cat, and you obviously must be Dean. Very nice to meet you." I said giving the fakest smile I could muster.

"Dean, obviously." Dean said with a smirk, looking into my brown eyes and I looked into his green orbs. The fright started to rise and he noticed, but said nothing. I sent him a look that said 'thank you'. He nodded in return.

I went to the fridge and grabbed three beers. Sam declined but Dean took it eagerly. As Sam went to rant about me, I sat on one of the bar stools at the island. I just sat there not listening to a word that Sam was saying.

I assumed that Sam had already told Dean about my dreams while I wasn't listening. Sam told Dean that he was going to do research at the library, and asked if he could keep an eye on me. I was irritated now because I didn't need a babysitter. I've been having these dreams for a year, I can handle myself. Before Sam left the house, he grabbed a set of keys and said "Taking the Impala."

"Hurt her, and I'll hurt you." Dean threatened dangerously. The 'her' he's referring to must be his car. Sam respond with a playfully irritated face that he had done to me so many times, and walked out the door with a silent 'bye'.

After a couple minutes of deafening silence, Dean spoke up.

"So... do you want to tell me what's really going on?"  

I know its been a while since I've done anything on here. And I'm terribly sorry for that. But here is the 9th chapter, more will be on the way. 

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