My lovely Winchester (A Dean Fanfic)

Chapter 14: It was just a dream

I gasped jumping up, a cold rag fell off my head and landed in my lap. I looked around the room it was empty, nobody was around. My head was pounding and my vision was blurry once again. The door slowly opened making that horrible screeching noise again. "Guys she's up." Cass called to the others. Sam and Dean rushed into my room, Dean put his hand up to my forehead and sighed, "Shes still burning up..." "Wha- What happened" Deans head snapped toward me. "We thought Cass healed you but after I made you go back to bed things began to happen. We managed to catch it in time" I could barley open my eyes now the agony was horrid. "You were turning into a vamp." I waved him off letting Sam know to stop talking, I didn't want to hear that. "Molly we are so sorry we let you go in there. We should have never used you as bait We are so so sorry" Dean squeezed my hand, so all that after I went to bed was a dream, he didn't really like me after all? "We didn't think you would make it, but some how you pulled through." Sam patted my leg. 

It was quite for a little while I still wasn't able to open my eyes fully... I turned into a vamp, they could have killed me if the cure didn't work.... I heard them whisper to each other but couldn't make out what they said, after that they all walked out. I was more upset about the fact that after Dean left my room that night everything I thought was real was a dream.... That whole entire day of confessions was a lie. 

After a whole night of tossing and turning I managed to pass out for a few hours. I felt a lot better and I could actually open my eyes now. Sudden movements made me sick though, I laid my head back down on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. I heard the door open slowly and I turned my head to the door. It was Sam he seemed to be caring a tray of food or some sort. "Hey there, how you feeling?" I glared at him and he chuckled, he took a damp cloth and put it on my head. "I brought you some food if you want to eat." I looked at the plate of food and smiled. "Thank you." My voice was a bit weak and raspy from days of not talking, which was probably good for me considering I talk a lot. "Where is Dean?" I sat up and took a sip of water. "At some bar, probably trying to pick up some chick. You know how he is." I gripped the bottle tightly squeezing some water on me. A wave of jealousy ran through my body.  I could tell Sam sensed something was up by my reaction to what he just said. "I think out of all of us Dean was the most worried about you." Sam took a napkin and wiped up the water. I looked at him, those words calmed me down a lot. "Really? Big old tough Dean was worried?" Sam laughed at my remark and handed me the bowl of soup. "Yep he was, he yelled at me on the car ride home and said some other things to." I looked at Sam and took the bowl, I was curious what those other things were but I wasn't going to push it. 

I scooted over and patted the open spot next to me. Sam was hesitant at first but then he laid down next to me and stared up at the ceiling. "Were you ever scared?" I looked at Sam, and sat the bowl of soup down. "I was terrified to be honest, but I trusted you guys would come and you did." I grinned at Sam as he continued to stare at the ceiling. I wonder what he was think, heck I wondered what half of them were thinking all the time. They were always so quite and mysterious. 'CLANG' Sam jump up to the sound of a pan falling. A girl giggled in the back ground followed by a drunk Dean laughing. Sam glared at the door then back a me. "You can umm stay in my bunk  if you want to." Sam looked at me with a concerned look. I shook my head no and he looked at me for a second biting his cheek. Sam then picked up my bowl and the tray then walked out the door.

The faint sounds of moaning and whatever else was going on in there echoed through my room. I was honestly reconsidering taking up Sams offer, but it was late and I didn't want to wake him. I was honestly jealous right now, more then I have ever been. Why did that whole day have to be a dream why couldn't that girl be me right now? Why?