When Reality Starts to Falter (SPN AU FANFIC) Finished!

Part Six

Creeping out of the motel room, you shiver slightly as a breeze slips by, kissing your skin on it's way through. With only the light of a flickering street lamp, you see Dean resting guardedly against the breast of Impala. Propping himself up with a hand on Baby's side and the other hand holding his head up.

You take sloth-like steps across the motel parking lot and find yourself in front of him. You bring your hand up to touch his cheek, but as it starts to quiver you drop it back down. "Dean," you whisper softly. He drops his hand, revealing the black, purple and blue that has formed under his eye and on his cheeks. You bite your lip to hold back a gasp. His eyes look into yours. The swirl of green dripping lightly like rain drops slipping off of leaves of a birch tree. "Are you okay, Dean?"

He slowly shakes his head, cringing as the pain runs through him again. "Bell," he croaks. Looking past your shoulder at the door of the motel, he drops his train of thought, "where's Sam?"

"He's sleeping," you say delicately. "What are you still doing out here?" you fold your arms across your chest, trying to huddle in the warmth of your jacket as another breeze rushes by.

Dean doesn't even flinch. He offers only a shrug, "couldn't sleep."

You take a step towards him, leaning your back against the Impala and resting a hand on his thigh, "you wanna talk about it?"

Again, he shakes his head, "not really." He glances over at you through the side of his eye, letting out a long, painful sigh.

"Dean, you saw things back there, didn't you? I know what Djinn do, they - they give you what you truly want, but you're... struggling with it, aren't you? Why?"

He looks into your eyes, his own wide and holding a secret. He knows he can't wiggle out of this with a lie, so he'll try to avoid it. "I don't want to get into it," he sighs, waving his hand.

Moving from the Impala to stand in front of him, you bring your hand back up to his face, resting it palm down on his cheek. As you cup your hand around his face he leans into it, closing his eyes tightly.

You take another small step towards him, not quite chest to chest with him, but close enough to whisper softly and audibly. "Dean," you hum, rubbing your thumb tenderly on top of his cheek. A tear meets with your hand, catching you by surprise. "Please talk to me," you say quietly.

He opens his eyes and tilts his head back up to face you. Pulling your hand down slowly, you let it ride down his shoulder and chest before bringing it back to your side. His eyes vacillating between yours, he heaves a thick breath. "Sam says you've been having premonition type dreams," he says. "A vision, too."

You glance down at your feet, "I have."

"How long?" he pants, eyes frowning slightly at you, "how long have you been having them?"

Looking back up at his swollen eyes, you babble out a gust of air, dropping your hands to your sides and glancing around the parking lot. "I don't know," you sigh, peeking up at him. "Couple weeks, I guess."

"A couple week?" He whines, licking his lips and scanning the lot. Pushing himself off of the car to stand up straight he holds out his arms, "why didn't you tell me, Bell? I thought we talked about this - you said you could tell me anything."

"I did say that, Dean and I-" your brain switches gears and you're brought back in time to a conversation between you and Jensen after your break up with Jared. A conversation that mirrors this one nearly perfectly, and out flows all of the things you wish you'd said then.