LOCATION → DEAN WINCHESTER

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When I kissed him, he was fiery, like a swig of whiskey. When he touched me, I felt something inside come alive. When he spoke, I got lost in his words and when I looked in his eyes I saw a meadow of green grass which was a paradise I wanted to live in forever.

But, he was Dean Winchester, a demon hunter, I knew he wouldn't give that up for me. I tried so hard to make him stay, but the evil awaited him. I had to trust the fact that he would come back for me.

It had been 8 months since I had seen him last when I heard a rumbling engine approach into my driveway. I ran to a window and ripped open the curtains. There he was, smirking. I raced to the door and yanked it open. I let out a sob and ran to him. I held him in my arms like my life depended on it. When I unburied my face from his coat and looked up at his face, I realized that it was Dean at all. It was a man, with Pitch black eyes.

I opened my eyes to reveal that I was in my bed, and it had been a nightmare. I climbed out from under the covers. Panting, I searched for my phone. Once in hand, I dialed Deans number. It went to voicemail.

that's not like him, I thought.

I dialed it again and got the same result. I left a voicemail this time.

"Dean, are you okay? I know it sounds pathetic, and you tell me to not trust my dreams, but I'm really worried. Call me back when you get this so I know you're okay. I love you."

Then hung up.

It was only 2 am, and the only sound in the entire house was the clock ticking. I hate waking up in the middle of the night, it was like the world is on hold. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach, like something was wrong. It turned into something greater, until I ran into my bathroom to vomit. After puking my guts out for a few minutes, I groaned, and wiped my face on a washcloth. I laid my head on the cold ledge of the bathtub, until I mustered up enough strength to get back on my feet.

I went back and laid down in bed until I fell asleep again.

I woke up to the strong scent of cologne, so strong it was like someone had been spraying it on my face while I was asleep. I coughed and choked from the scent. I shot out of bed, half naked. without even thinking, I scrambled down the stairs and out the back door. I gasped for air and hung my head, staring at the cement. I took a deep breath and relaxed.

Someone cleared their throat.

I quickly raised my head and caught the eye of my Gardener, Francisco. It was Tuesday, the only day of the week they come. I smiled sheepishly as I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment as I made awkward eye contact with all the men in my backyard.

"Uh, I was just, uh, it was uh hot," I stammered and then ran back inside my house.

I laid my weight against the door and let out a breath. Then, I ran back upstairs.

I opened up my bedroom door and looked around. I took a whiff and there was no sign of any cologne left. I stepped inside the door and grabbed my towel, then wandered into my bathroom.

  I looked at myself in the mirror.

Get yourself together Savannah, my conscience suggested.

I sighed and got into the shower.

Dean is in trouble, I thought.

He's got Sam, he's fine, I argued with myself.

It wasn't until that moment that I had realized the cologne was more familiar than I had thought. It was Dean's cologne. Was I just imagining it?

I tried to push my thoughts to the side and focus on anything but what happened this morning. I shut off the shower water and wrapped myself in a towel.

I decided to get out of the house and get some fresh air and see some new faces, some faces that weren't the gardeners after I walked out of my house indecent.

My cellphone rang as I threw on my clothes, I gasped and practically jump onto it.

I flipped it open.

"Dean?" I screamed into it.

"Uh, no, it's Gertrude. Sorry, honey." She mumbled.

"Oh, no it's fine, I'm just expecting a call from him, that's all," I sighed.

"You sound worried sick, I remember when Timothy first went into the war, I still expect him to come home," She trailed off.

"Uh, I'm so sorry...Hey, Gertrude, can I come over I think I need to get my mind off things."

"Of course sweetie, come on over i'll have a glass of wine waiting for you."

"Thanks," I smiled, and hung up.

I walked over to Gertrude's house, which is only a few away from mine. With just my luck, I happened to be walking right out of my house as Francisco and his crew are packing up.

Great, I thought.

I ignored them and kept walking. I felt the muscles in my face being strained from how hard I was looking forward.

I knocked on Gert's door and heard the truck pass by behind me.

She peeked through her curtained window and smiled at me. She unlocked the door and welcomed me inside.

She had a bottle of wine set out on the coffee table.

"Here, sit," She gestured toward the couch.

I obliged and made myself comfortable on her sofa. She sat across from me on the couch.

"So what's been the matter, Savy?" She said, pouring a glass of wine.

"Well, this morning, I had a nightmare. It was about Dean. He had come home, and I ran outside to greet him and- well, it wasn't him anymore," I explained.

"Oh sweetie," She sympathized, "that sounds traumatizing."

"I was pretty shaken up, and to make matters worse, after I went back to sleep, I woke up because I couldn't breathe, it was like I was breathing straight cologne,"

"Cologne?"

"Yeah, Dean's cologne," I said.

"Oh that's strange."

"I don't know maybe i'm just tired," I shrugged.

"Of course you are, oh, why don't you nap here? I'll supervise and make sure you sleep soundly," She suggested.

"No, I think i'm alright," I argued.

"Dear, you need your rest." She said, laying me down on the couch, covering me with a blanket.

I closed my eyes, but only to humor her. But soon after I laid there, I drifted off to sleep.