The Listener (Superntural)

Chapter 20

I was sitting in a white room. Everything was white. The lights were white, my clothes, the table and chair, all white. There was a table before me and it all reminded me of a confession room for the police. I sighed and waited for something to happen. I saw a man walk in the room and he had a bag over his head. He then placed somethings before me. I watched him leave the room, before I looked at what was before me.

I looked down and there were three items; a gun - one very similar to Sam's -, an angel blade, and the keys to the impala. I looked at the three of them one more time. They all seemed to be things that I wouldn't be able to have, but they could all kill me.

"You know as well as we do, that your time is up. If you won't let us take care of it, then you should let them." I heard Naomi say. I shivered as I looked at the three again.

"It's time." She said again. I looked at the three. They belong to the men that were watching me. I started to freak a little.

"Fine, I think that I should choose for you." She told me. Then I was in a road. I got up and looked around for anything. There was nothing around me, but it was dark. Then I heard the impala start up and start to rev. It then started to speed toards me.

I couldn't move. My feet were in the cement. I looked at the oncoming car and started to pant. This wasn't happening. This was not how it was going to end. As the car got closer, my fear and anxiety doubled. I started to cry and shake. Then the lights were so bright and something shook me.

"Come on. It's just a dream. You are safe. No one is going to kill you." Sam told me as I opened my eyes. I looked up at him and smiled in relief. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight against my own body. He sighed and held me too as he laid down.

"What did you hear?" I asked him as I let go of him. I stayed above him as I looked into his eyes. I knew that Dean and Castiel were in the room, but they would have to get over th fact that Sam and I were intamate.

"You said that you didn't want to die." He told me. I smiled and kissed him. He kissed me back sweetly.

"What happened?" Dean asked me. I kenw that he was talking about the dream.

"I had a choice and someone else made it for me. That won't happen ever again." I told them. Dean nodded his head and walked to the bed, where he sat at the foot.

"What was the choice?" He asked quietly. He wanted to know all of it. He walked to play big brother to me.

"I had to choose who I wanted to kill me. It was Sam's gun, Castiel's angel blade, and your impala." I told him truthfully. He looked like everything emotion had just drained from his face.

"What did you choose?" Sam asked. I sighed and looked at the covers.

"I didn't that choice was made for me. It was the impala." I whispered the last part as quietly as I could, but I could get away with claiming that I said it. Dean said nothing as he then gave me a hug. I was shocked that he heard it, but I returned it. He squeezed me a little before he let me go. I smiled at him and nodded my head.

"None of that will ever happen. You will grow old and you'll end up dying because you're just old." Dean told me. I laughed a little and looked at the floor.

"Shouldn't we get going now?" I asked them as I got off of the bed. I walked around the room and it was still painful. I hadn't healed completely, but I wasn't gong to worry about it.

We packed our things and got out of the town. I sat in the front seat with Dean. We listened to a couple of my tapes, before he couldn't stand it. Sam and castiel seemed to be content in the back seat. None of us were really certain where we were going, but I wasn't afraid of that.