How Are You Alive (Dean Winchester Love Story Book 4)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I see nothing in your eyes
And the more I see the less I like
Is it over yet
In my head

Breathe by Breaking Benjamin

SKYE'S POV

I hear my phone ring so I set down the whiskey bottle and answer it. "Hello?" I ask. "Skye?" Dean asks. Wait it can't be...this has got to be some kind of sick joke or one of my dreams. I don't remember sleeping though?

"Skye it's me Dean." The voice says and I hang up but it immediately rings again. "Who is this?" I ask. "Skye, listen to me." The voice says again. "This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill you." I say and hang up, tearing up. I grab the whiskey bottle and chuck it at a wall. "Wow there Skye. What's wrong?" Bobby asks as he walks in. "Someone is playing some kind of sick joke Bobby. This guy or someone called me claiming that they were Dean and it sounded so much like him." I cry. He walks over and holds me.

~AN HOUR LATER~

There is a pounding on the door and I open it, seeing Dean who looks winded and apprehensive. He smiles at me cautiously as I look at him suspiciously. "Surprise." He says. "I...I don't..." I trail off. "Yeah, me neither." He says as he enters. "But here I am." He says with his back to me. "So you've been staying at Bobby's." He adds as I take a silver knife and I slash at him.

Dean grabs my arm and twists it around but I break the grip and backhand him in the face. "Skye! It's me!" He yells. "My ass!" I yell as Dean shoves a chair between himself and I, holding his hands out. "Whoa! Wait! Your name is Skylar Elizabeth Lacey. Your parents hunted with mine but they died and we took you in. You're my girlfriend and pregnant with my baby." He says as his eyes trail to my stomach but he frowns as there is no bump.

I lower the knife, stepping forward slowly as I place a hand on Dean's shoulder. But I slash again, but Dean quickly subdues and disarms me. "I am not a shapeshifter!" He yells. "Then you're a Revenant!" I yell as Dean shoves me away, he holds the knife that he had taken away from me in front of him. "Alright. If I was either, could I do this...with a silver knife?" He asks, rolling up his sleeve and he grimaces as he slices his arm above the elbow with it. A line of blood appears.

"Dean?" I ask as I start believing. "That's what I've been trying to tell you." He says. "How are you alive?" I ask as I break down, grabbing Dean in for a tight hug. Dean returns the hug. "What happened?" He asks, referring to my stomach. "I...I lost it." I sniffle and he hugs me tighter. "I'm sorry I wasn't here." His voice cracks.

"It's good to see you, boy." Bobby says. We pull away and look at him as he is standing in the door way. "Yeah, you too. Thanks for looking after Skye." Dean says and Bobby nods. "But...how did you bust out?" He asks. "I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box." Dean says as Bobby splashes water in Dean's face, he spits.

"I'm not a demon either, you know." Dean says. "Sorry. Can't be too careful." He says as he hands him a towel. "But that don't make any sense." I say. "Yeah. Yeah, you're preaching to the choir." Dean says. "Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit..." Bobby trails off and I shake out the image that has been haunting my dreams for months.

"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject." Dean says. "What do you remember?" Bobby asks. "Not much. I remember I was a hellhound's chew toy, and then...lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it. Sam's number's not working. He's, uh...he's not..." Dean trails off.

"Oh, he's alive. As far as I know." I say. "Good...Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?" He asks me. "We haven't talked to him for months." I say. "You're kidding me, you just let him go off by himself?" He looks at me and Bobby.

"He was dead set on it." Bobby says. "You guys should've been looking after him." Dean says. "We tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For Skye, him, or me. We had to bury you then two days later Skye had a miscarriage." Bobby says.

"Why did you bury me, anyway?" Dean asks. "I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill..." "But Sam and I wouldn't have it." I say cutting Bobby off. "Well, I'm glad you two won that one." He says to me. "Sam's argument to have you buried was that you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said." I frown.

"What do you mean?" Dean asks, suspiciously. "He was quiet. Real quiet. Worse than Skye. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return our calls. We tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found." Bobby says. "Oh, damnit Sammy." Dean grumbles. "What?" I ask. "Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo." Dean says. "What makes you so sure?" I ask.

"You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this...this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this." Dean says and strips his jacket, pulling his right sleeve to reveal a branded hand mark. "What the fuck?" Me and Bobby ask at the same time. "It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out." Dean says. "But why?" Bobby asks. "To hold up their end of the bargain." He says.

"You think Sam made a deal." I say. "It's what I would have done." He says.