A Forgotten World

3- Call Me Crazy

Carson called later on. "You feeling better today?" He asked.

"Babe, I'm gonna tell you everything I know about what's going on. I'm not lying, I'm not crazy, I'm not mentally screwed up. It doesn't make sense to me either. If you can't deal with it when I'm done, then let me know and I'll understand."

"I'm coming over and we'll talk." I agreed and he showed up 10 minutes later. He wrapped me in a hug seeing my tears.

"Ok. So, as you know, I've been getting headaches and dreams about this guy. Well, it's been his way of communicating with me. I don't know where he is or why I'm connected to him, but I am. I can talk to him and he can talk to me. The dreams were coming from this being named Cas. I know that's crazy and unbelievable but it's true. I was talking to this guy earlier and he said that I have to find a guy who reminds me of him. He won't look like him, but he will remind me of him in every other way and I'll know it in my heart it's the right guy. That person is my ticket to get back to him." I explained. I knew it sounded crazy and I expected Carson to just walk away. "The problem is that I don't remember anything about him to know when it's the right guy."

"You're insane." Carson stated as he got up to pace.

"No I'm not. I swear. I'm not on drugs and I'm not crazy." Carson started pulling out his phone to call a mental hospital. "Carson, listen to me. I know it sounds crazy. Believe me, I do. I don't understand any of this either. Just don't call a hospital or anyone. Please. If you don't want to deal with this, fine, leave. Don't get me locked away though. Just let me deal with this." Carson thought about it. He walked into the main room I had and sat on the couch to think about what I said. I sat next to him. I tried one last attempt at talking to Dean. "Dean, I'm sorry. I know this hurts you too, but what do I do? My boyfriend Carson is gonna get me locked away now that he knows I'm getting dreams and talking to you because he thinks I'm insane. I need to find this guy and get to you and I can't do that if he calls them." I cried out.

"Last time I'm talking to you today, It's too hard. We've already been talking quite a bit. I don't know what to say about Carson. I have no logical explanation either. Just trust me that you'll find me eventually. No more for today. I'm on the verge of passing out. I'm already injured and this is making it worse." He told me. I clutched my head in pain afterwards. If nothing else, my sudden burst of pain gave Carson a shred of belief.

"I don't believe you completely, but there's something to this. I'm gonna help you figure this out, but you need to keep me updated." Carson spoke up and insisted.

"I will. I swear I'm not lying." I repeated. He nodded and hugged me. "Thanks, Dean." I said one last time hoping it didn't put him over the edge. Carson sat there with me as we both thought about what we could do. I couldn't figure out who Dean was or why he mattered to me. He seemed so foreign yet like I'd known him my whole life.

Hours passed and it was getting late. "Babe, I'm getting kind of hungry. Do you still have that leftover pie in the fridge from the other day?" He asked. We had gone out a couple nights before and we got some pie to go since we were both suckers for a good pie.

"I think so." I replied. He got out a couple slices and brought them in. We dug in, eating in the silence. "So are you still gonna get me put in a mental hospital?" I asked cautiously.

"No. We're working through this. Yes it sounds crazy, but I know there's something going on." He replied. After we finished our pie, he headed home and I went to bed.

Dreams became steadier now that Dean knew I knew how to communicate with him. I think he did them intentionally from then on.

"Sam. She can talk to me now. I'm getting Cas to show her what we are doing in her dreams and I can actually talk to her now." Dean stated excitedly.

"That's great Dean. Has she found him yet?" Sam asked.

"No. And I can't help her. Cas isn't a 2 way path. She can see us but I can't see her." Dean explained.

"Sorry man. She'll find him eventually." They went about their business and I began to wonder why he hadn't stopped and had me wake up yet. I gave up that thought and wondered if I could talk to him while I was dreaming. I gave it a shot.

"Dean. I'm asleep and seeing you but I want to see if this works while I'm asleep." He clutched his head and I saw him nearly collapse.

"It works. That's great news." He stated happily but was still nearly falling over.

"I-I'm sorry, Dean. I'll stop talking to you." I stated back. He clutched his head again and this time hit the floor due to lack of strength.

"It's ok. Just let me tell you when you can. I need to heal for a while. I'll still talk to you so you know I'm here, but don't say anything unless I say you can. Please." He begged. I didn't reply. "I'll let you actually get some rest. That's enough, Cas. Goodnight Anna." I wanted to say goodnight back but I woke up with a start and didn't want to hurt him. I fell back asleep easily but with no more dreams of Dean.