Shattered Realities

Chapter Four

Chapter Four - Dean

I couldn't help but smile as Sarah laughed and collapsed in the golden field, a bright brilliant smile upon her face as she soaked up the sun. It was a beautiful day, a day where for the first time in a long time I was able to try and forget my fears and worries. Where I wouldn't have to worry about my parents nearly shunning me and making it very apparent that I would not be allowed near their son.

To them I was a lunatic, a crazy person who had no proof and even with proof wouldn't accept it. I was just thankful though that Adam was higher ranking than my father for he surely would have shoved me into solitary or out of Eden.

"No, no frowny face Mister, we came out here to relax." Sarah admonished sternly, shaking me from my thoughts.

With a sigh I nodded and removed my hand from the butt of my gun. I know she said it was safe here out in the apple fields but I still couldn't shake the feeling of something. Ever since I found out the truth, I knew that my life would never be the same, here before me was a woman that fate seemed to say was mine and yet I couldn't get past the fact that Adam, my future-past-self was in love with her, she was his. It took Hayes and Sarah both to push that thought from my mind, she was not his Sarah and I am not him.

My fate is not your own.

My fate is not your own.

The words haunted me nightly, the resignation on my elder's face, the shattering desolation and it made me more angry towards him. I was not him, I would never be like him and I would not make the same mistakes.

"Dean!" Sarah's sharp voice kicked me from my spiralling thoughts and into an instant alert; my hand flew to the gun before a warm soft hand pressed into my forearm, stopping me. "We are not under attack, what is wrong Dean?"

"I'm sorry Sarah; I just can't escape my thoughts today." I apologised with a sigh, my hand scrubbing tiredly at my face.

I stilled my hands when hers pressed softly on my face, her thumbs gently brushing the soft skin under my eyes. I could see the concern in her eyes, the question forming on her lips as she did so and I knew that it was hurting her but if I could stop the fate my past-future-self had explained; then I would.

"The same thoughts still plaguing you?" She asked softly, pulling me down onto the blanket she had set up amongst the apple trees. I complied with her demand and lay next to her on my back, my eyes facing the blue sky while she lay next to me.

"Yes." I confessed, watching as her concern morphed into a frown.

"Your parents will come around." She snapped her mouth shut when I gave her a look.

In a second I was on my side, my hand cupping Sarah's cheek softly with my free hand. "Sweetheart, they will never come around. From what my past-future-self told me, they wouldn't let him near me until I was around five. Then it was just him and me, he was the one who taught me everything I know besides... look we came out to have a good day, here I'll take my gun off and everything," I told her while removing my weapon, giving her a shaky smile while doing so and placed a kiss upon her lips.

"I do care for you Sarah, I know I might seem uncertain and I don't express it enough but I just can't shake my life and Adam's story away. I didn't even know about you – her until just before I left, the love that was there in his eyes when he spoke of his Sarah eats away at me and I just can't shake it sometimes," I confessed softly, watching as the anger melted away into fondness, her hand coming up to brush away the tear that leaked from the corner of my eye. The traitor.

"Let's get married," she blurted out, her hand dropping to cover her mouth in shock.

I felt my mouth drop open slightly as I just stared back at her in surprise. "What?"