Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

~Dean's P.O.V~

I don't know where I am nor know anything about myself. the room that I'm in is big and extremely neat, the walls are a light baby blue, there's a bed not to big but just enough to probable fit two people and the covers are different shades of blues and greens. On the wall furthest from the bed has a large white window with a white door on the wall to the right of it. There's music playing but whats odd is that there's nothing in here that can play anything. It doesn't feel real, its like I'm in some sort of dream state. I stand there, observing the room some more and then I hear a sound, like the air itself was rippling. I turn to face the sound and I see a very stunning man standing before me. He looks oddly familiar with his jet black hair, blue tie and a lightly tinted trench coat. He seems sad as the man just stares at me. It looks like he really wants to say something but instead he disappears into thin air.

After he leaves I have nothing to do so I listen to the song that keeps on playing. It sounds very depressing but yet I cannot understand what the song is saying, until one part comes up. And it hits me like a stone for reasons unknown. The beautiful voice sang in an extremely sad tone, When you know this damn well that this is wrong I would still lay down my life for you And do you think you deserve your freedom No I don't think you do. I feel guilty but I don't know why. I want to know everything that I don't like where am I, who was the sad man, who am I, and what makes me feel so bad about myself.

As my thoughts go and the sunsets, I find myself asleep. I dream about a car and shes beautiful. I would say shes my dream car, 1967 Chevy Impala. But this wasn't a new one, I can see two peoples initials, D.W and S.W, and a tuck army man. It feels like home, the home I've been looking for. Some type of of comfort. For fun I tried to place a name and a story for the initials. I call them the Winchester brothers, Sam and Dean, and this car had been there home for many of years as they traveled a lot. When they got older, the Winchester boys teamed up to protect the world from the supernatural. They were on the run to keep themselves safe, only stopping at run down motels. Both brothers die at lest once, like how Sam died and Dean went to a cross road demon to sell his souls for his brothers life. The demon only gave him a year to live and so he did, Dean's soul was in hell being tortured, burned, and scared. Until an angel came down and took him away. Dean would never forget the moment when the angel, his soon to be love, put his life on the line to save Dean. And that's only one story, I have lots of them. Even though I know I'm dreaming, the stories felt real like they happened before and they weren't stories but memories. But I'd be insane to say that. For the rest of my sleep I make up more stories about the Winchesters.

I wake in the blue room still alone and the song is still playing. I make myself breakfast and go watch tv and some show called Dr. Sexy, I believe, is on. Damn, they are right the doctor is quite sexy. My morning went quick, actually the day went fast before I knew it the sky was dark. I go outside to stand under the moonlight, its beautiful and there's a meteor shower happening so it makes it better. I see the man that I saw yesterday just sitting on a bench looking to the stars. This man, well this man was more stunning then the stars above. There's a pit in my stomach like I did something to hurt this man, but how could anybody hurt him when looks like a helpless baby in a trench coat. I feel sick just imagining myself hurting him in any way. Then the man turns around to face me and at this time I notice that he was the angel in my dream. Which there's only one reason for that, its because I saw him yesterday and I was also thinking about him before I fell asleep. He still has that same sad look that he had last time we met. Again he looks like he wants to say something but this time he does. But only a name, a name that I somehow knew.

"Castiel" he extends his arm out to greet me. Castiel, why is that name so familiar? Did I know him before, was he some sort of friend? As if he could read my mind, he answered the questions. "We are friends or I should say were before you lost all your memories Dean." I guess that's my name, Dean. Is it strange that its the same name as the older brother in my dreams?

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