The Unknown(Dean Winchester Love Story)

10. Trying To Change The Subject

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

Caitlyn's POV

"No, no not really." I said, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Well, can you at least tell me why you were so scared of me?" he asked, sincerely. He walked over to the couch, sitting down.

"No." I said irritated.

"Tell me something." he said trying to get out any information.

"I don't know you enough to tell you things about me, that good enough?" I looked at him and smiled a short fake smile, telling him I didn't want his company.

"Nah, that's not good enough." he said seriously.

"Well, you're not getting anything from me." I told him.

"Oh, I'll get something." he stated, looking up from his beer and beamed at me. His cheeks slightly dimpling, his eyes squinted, small wrinkles at the corners of those green eyes, his top row of teeth showing completely. The thousands of freckles framing his eyes quite nicely. The scruff around his face was nice too. It made him look older, handsome. It fit his face well.

He seemed too nice to hurt me. Maybe not nice but, he was making conversation with me. He seemed like he had no intention of killing me. But I can't judge a book by it's cover. But I wish I could, especially with this book.

"So are you going to tell me?" he asked again.

"No." I stated plainly again.

"Oh, come on. The first expression I see on your face is fear, and you're not going to tell me what it was about."

"What did Sam tell you." I spoke softly.

"He called me on the road and told me to come here instead of his house. But while you were spaced out he said that you've been having dreams. About people killing you." he said the last part softly with a tent of concern in his voice.

"Um, yeah. But I'm fine. I've had them for a year and I've been fine." I said, looking away. "Anyway, tell me about this traveling mechanic business. Sounds interesting."

"Ah, changing the subject. Nope your not getting out of this that easily."

"Dang, I thought I was, you fooled me for a fool." I said smiling sarcastically at him.

"I'm hurt." he put a hand over his heart. "But enough about my pain. I can help."

"But your a mechanic. How can you help?" I asked.

"Enough about my job. Describe the dreams?" he asked gently. So far he hasn't portrayed the murderous man. Yet.

I hesitated a moment. I didn't know if I should tell him that he's the person in my dreams.

"I've been having dreams for about a year and every single one has had this man and he kills me, and right before I die, I look at him and I see regret in his eyes." I said. I decided to just stick with what I told Sam. "But the latest dreams... Sam has killed me." I said softly. I'm sure Dean saw the hurt look cross my eyes.

"How frequently are these dreams?" he asked, never taking his eyes off me. He was scanning over my face. It made me feel self conscience. I felt like I had a flaw on my face. I looked down, my hair falling to hide my face.

"In the beginning it was just one or two times a month. About a month ago, though, it was two or three times a week. But now... now it's every time I fall asleep." I said shyly. He looked at me, but not at me. He looked as if he was thinking about something. I just waited patiently for him to answer. After a couple minutes of what looked like going through all the possible answer, he looked as if he couldn't find anything.

"Did anything weird, or strange, happen to you right before you started getting the dreams." he asked.

"You seem like you've done this before. Do you have a side job where you're a cop?" I said, trying to be funny.

"No I just have good interrogation skills. Answer the question." he said. I racked my brain of anything weird that happened.

"Um... a couple of days before I started getting the dreams, there were a lot of murders around the campus." I told him.

"Can you describe the murders?" he asked.

"Again, were you a cop?" I ask, still not believing that he just happened to be born with good interrogation skills.

"Nope. Answer." he said wanting the information more than I thought.

"No, not really. I mean they were all students from the campus on their way back to the dorms. That's all I really remember, I didn't pay much attention. It was terrible."

"Ok, then, let's look into it."

"What?"  

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