Secret Lover(s)

Chapter 5

When you wake, you find yourself lying in a motel bed. The ceiling is the first thing you see. Dean sits by your side with his head in his hands.

"Dean," you whisper, your voice hoarse. He doesn't respond. You repeat his name a little louder, still nothing. When you lift your hand from the bed, you notice something strange. A version of your hand lifts from the bed while a copy stays behind.

You sit up in a panic and stand from the bed. Looking down, you find a copy of yourself left behind. You rush to Dean. When you try to touch him, your hand goes straight through him. "Dean!" you shout right in his ear. Nothing.

Sam paces the room at the end of the bed, a hand running through his hair. You run up to him and try to hit him. Once again, your touch does nothing. "Sam, please!" you yell. Sam just keeps pacing.

Finally, you notice Cas standing in the corner a look of helplessness plastered on his face. You walk up to him and muster all of your strength before trying to slap him, still nothing. "Castiel!" you scream. No response. "Cas? Sam? Dean?" You whisper quietly, "Anyone?"

"I suppose we qualify as 'anyone,'" a woman's voice sounds from behind you. You turn to find three beautiful women sitting behind a loom, weaving a tapestry.

"Who the hell are you?" you ask, "The fates?"

"Oh please," the middle woman says, "Don't insult us."

"Those Greek fates are so simple they can only play with one string," the one on the right says, "We weave a whole tapestry."

"Did you learn nothing in your Norse mythology class? This string here says you've taken one, you should know who we are," the one on the left adds.

You think for a moment before you respond. "The Norns," you whisper.

"Oh, very good!" the middle one says.

"Why are you here? Why is this happening?" you ask.

"You have a choice to make," all three say in unison.

"I thought it was your job to decide the fates of everyone," you say.

"Generally yes, but this decision is too important for us to make," the one on the right says.

There was that word again, important. What made you and your decisions so important? "Why?" you ask, "Why am I so fucking important that I get to decide my own fate while no one else does?"

"That's for us to know and you to find out," the middle one says.

"So, which will you choose? Sam Winchester?" the woman on the left asks, holding up a brown string.

"Dean Winchester?" the woman in the middle asks as she holds up a green string.

"Or Castiel?" the last one asks, holding up a blue string, "You have two hours; a half hour to consider each man and a half hour to decide."

"Wait, you can't just -" you begin, but the three women disappear. Two hours, two short hours to make the biggest decision of your life. You look first to Dean.

Dean sits by your side, rubbing his face with his hands. He watches over you, praying that you'll be ok. You'd fallen in love with him second, but you'd slept with him first. Maybe that was some sort of sign that you wanted him more than Sam, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe that. He needed you as much as you needed him. You were broken and scarred and you took comfort in knowing that he was the same, Dean seemed to feel the same way. He needed you as much as you needed him, how could you not choose him?

After a half hour, you turn your thoughts to Sam. He was the first you'd fallen in love with and your love for him had never diminished. He was always there for you, helping in any way he could. You wanted to be there for him too. He didn't seem to need you in the same way Dean did, but you knew deep down that leaving him would destroy him. He'd told you about Jess and how he'd lost her. What would happen to him if he lost you too?