Romancing the Demon

Nightmares

      As soon as I closed my eyes I'm out like a light ever since I can always remember, I've been having the strangest dreams. Some seem too... real if only the good ones were real. My most cherished of dreams are a beautiful woman, and she's singing to me, but she's crying. I can feel the tears fall on my face and I can feel a warm glow around us. Then it all goes blank. But I can always hear her musical voice say a word who's meaning that I've never known. It sounds so sweet when she says it, it's, Imtheochaidhd. it sounded so odd passing between my lips.

        Tonight, I dreamt of a solid white limestone house, the door is painted gold as if that it had its own kind of luster. It seems so out of place with the chiseled stones. The house is covered in thick flowered vines. Red roses flow in and out the vines,' it was all so beautiful. I walk toward the golden door and reach for the door nob. It's warm to the touch. I turned and pushed it open a crack. I flinched as it suddenly swung open wide. Heat blew into my face as the smell of roses and lilies waft into my senses. Grandma always told me that when you smell roses in peculiar places, demons are close by. I looked around for a bit, I noticed all the furniture is covered in dusty white sheets. No one has been here for a while, the rooms are the same, furniture covered in sheets. They look like dusty ghosts frozen in time, left behind. Soon I thought I should go upstairs, it felt a sudden tug in my gut. Heading upstairs and I'm automatically drawn to the door at the end of the hall. Something in my gut tells me that something is there, something secret. As I walk toward it, nothing seemed right. 

          My vision seemed to sway like a magic mirror. I opened the door and the room is different than the others. The bed was bigger than the others almost bigger than the normal king size. It had sheet flowing from the canopy bed that flared out from the four posts like silken webs. This must be the master bedroom. In the corner next to the window there was a desk with a mirror covered in a crochet cloth. I wonder why the mirror wasn't covered? As I explored the room, I noticed a closet. As I got near a cold chill came up my spine. It was not unpleasant as it gradually warmed into something altogether different. It felt like an erotic caress from a lovers breath. I come nearer to it, I felt a gentle pulled to it. I want to open it but I sense something old, unknown and dangerous. Something is in there! my mind screamed I fought with my conscious. 'I should open it... No don't you don't know whats in there?

          "This is ridiculous," I whisper to myself I reach out to turn the nob. Slowly a voice filled my mind. "Open if you dare little one, I have waited a year for you" I snatch my hand back. A cold chuckle filled my ears as I began to feel myself slipping into wakefulness dream becomes fuzzy. My dream is closing, I need to find out whats in there. I need to stay. I struggle to stay in but as always I fail. The laughing fades.

           I wake with a jolt. Like him falling off a cliff, or my soul being pushed back inside me. My heart is pounding in my chest, I'm sweating all over. Ew! I roll over to the cool and dry side of the bed. I yawn and open my eyes. 

I almost died when I saw him... I am barely 2 inches away from Deans face.I held my breath, either not to wake him or let him smell my morning breath. God, he's beautiful. I know men are supposed to be "handsome", but I kid you not. He was beautiful. Deans red hair looked like it was spun from the reddest of rubes, his long locks fell onto his smooth forehead. Resist the urge to brush them away he was laying on his back with one hand tucked under his head and the other rest on his belly. I sit up and try to collect my thoughts, but it is hard when you have a sexy man in your bed and have a hangover. I let my eyes scan over his perfect body. He didn't have a shirt on and I'm not sure if he had on pants.

          I resist the urge to look under the blankets but I if I find out whats down there, I don't think I could control myself. He's paler than anyone I have ever seen. But it seems like he has his own kind of glow. I let my gaze slowly go down and I drown in the shape of his hard abs. Something black catches my eye. I leaned closer to look at the big tattoo on his side. I got up on my knees and leaned closer to get a better look. In the middle of his side, I see a black cross. It starts under his armpit and down his side into the covers. Around the cross, symbols line the edges and  

                 I leaned even closer so see that inside the cross there's a sword with symbols lining it to. It looks so smooth like it is apart of him. The tattoo is so unique and perfect. No tattoo artist could have designed this on their own. Maybe he designed, ill have to ask him when he wakes. " See something you like?" Deans deep voice rumbled. I jumped when I looked up to see his ice blue eyes gazing into mine. A sweet smile line his lips. I sit back on my side of the bed his eyes following my movement closely. " I'm sorry I woke you up. And sorry about me standing over you like that I was just curious." Dean sat up chuckling, " It's alright lass, I don't mind that at all. And I wouldn't mind if you did it again." I blushed at his joke. 

             I felt like I should defend myself. "Um, why are you in my bed?" He brushed his hair out of his face and looked at me deep into my eyes almost making me loose my train of thought. There it goes again, that flash in his eyes. " Well, when I locked everything up in the house last night. I came to check on you. I opened your door because I heard you talking in your sleep again. I saw that you kicked your covers away. You were really moving in your sleep. I thought you might hurt yourself, so I climbed in with you and held you so you don't fall off the bed or something. You calmed down when I held you so I went to sleep. And well here we are this fine mornin." he smiled. By the time he was done telling his story, my face was bright red. Just the fact that he was holding me while I was sleeping. I dare not ask if I was snoring.

             I sighed and put myself together. Grandma never told me I sleep talk, this is just getting weirder as time goes on. I roll over and out of the bed. I curl my toes and do the ole morning muscle stretch. A wave of dizziness took me over making me fall back on the bed, black spots start to appear in my vision. Wow, I must have just fainted for a second there. Must be the wine. I look over and see Dean stretching as he lay on the bed. His tight muscles look so good as they flex and relax. Dean smiled as he kicks the covers aside.

             He only wore gray sweat pants and I'm telling you now I saw no fruit of the loom logo around his low-set waist. I blushed red when he caught me staring. I tried to play it off as if I was looking for... whatever. "Do you want breakfast, and then we can head out to the house? Is that fine?" Dean asked as he left the room. " Sure." His sleep hooded eyes looked back at me before he went to his room down the hall. 

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