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A Dream Turned Reality
, I cant explain it, just have to read it.
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Joined: 8-April 07
A Dream Turned Reality Chapter 7
Sam led the way back into the hotel where Dean was lying on my bed watching the boob tube. “Yo,” He called out. We walked in and I sat on the edge of my bed and Sam sat on the edge of his. “You two kiss and make up,”
He was staring absently at the T.V. and not paying attention of either of us. “Yeah,” I started. “I can’t believe you didn’t see us makin’ out, out there. God, people actually stopped and whistled.” Sam laughed, and Dean coughed up the water he had just sipped.
THAT got his attention. He just stared at me. All I could do was grin.
“You’re kidding…right?” He asked, serious shock in the depth of his voice. “You weren’t really makin’ out…we’re ya Sammy?”
Sam started to laugh and looked at me. “I don’t know man, I was holding back. I was real close to jumpin’ her…” He trailed off and looked away at the wall, eyebrows raised.
Dean’s jaw fell slack and he scooted over so that he was sitting closer to me. “You’re kidding,” He said. “They’re just kidding.” He mumbled to himself.
“Chill Dean,” I chuckled. “I was kidding. Though very tempting,” I joked.
His eyes flared with silent jealousy as me and Sam looked at each other with fake lust in our eyes. We couldn’t hold it in much longer, though. Soon enough, we burst into fits of laughter and fell to our knees on the floor. “Ow,” I laughed. I leaned back against the bed and sighed. “That was funny.”
“I want to kill you guys,” Dean mumbled. “That hurt.”
I looked at him and smiled. He looked hurt, but something in his eyes told me that he knew we had just been joking. “I’m sorry,” I chuckled. “We we’re just kidding. I only have eyes for you.” I half joked. His eyes flared with something other than anger this time. I could tell exactly what it was…lust…. Lust and wanting. I felt a fire ignite within me that I couldn’t control.
Sam must have noticed the noticeable tension increase in the room, because he started to clear his throat and cough a little. “So Sam,” I started, taking my gaze away from Deans to keep my passion aligned. “Tell us about this poltergeist.”
Sam’s eyes looked thankful and silent laughter. “Well, it’s in this house about a half an hour away from here. The thing is a bitch too, seriously. As soon as I stepped into the house it started freaking out on me,”
“Really?” Dean asked. “It’s that malevolent?”
“Apparently,” He looked from Dean to me and sighed. “I have no idea what we’re going to do. This thing is really pissed. Everyone knows that the house in haunted, and unless someone comes along who’s as dumb as a brick, then everyone knows to stay away from it. Some of the people say that Bela was around…askin’ questions. She heard that we were comin’ and hit the road. Didn’t want to get in our way, I guess.”
“I hate that bitch,” Dean mumbled.
“Dean!” I slapped his knee due to the fact that I was sitting on the floor.
“What!?” He asked, loudly.
“Don’t call her that. I think she’s cool,”
“I don’t like her, either.” Sam said.
“Well,” Dean said. “She shot him, she made him have the worst bad luck EVER --,”
“She made me lose my show,” Sam mumbled. Dean and I laughed. “I liked that shoe,” He wouldn’t meet our gaze and started picking the carpet.
“I’m sorry about your loss, Sam.” I laughed.
He looked up at me and scowled. “You’re making fun of me,”
“Yes, I am,” I started to laugh hysterically.
“Whatever,” He grumbled.
“Okay, okay,” I stopped laughing. “Finish what you were saying,”
“I was saying that I don’t think that we should continue this hunt. Everyone knows the place is haunted, no one will go anywhere near it. It’s pretty deserted, so is the neighborhood, except for a few stragglers. No one is left, they’re all too afraid.”
“Why don’t you want to do it, Sam?” I asked, sincerely.
“Honestly,” He looked at me then at Dean. “I’m scared.”
Dean sputtered and I stared. “Why?”
“This house,” he paused. “When I checked it out…was just so…out of the ordinary.”
“Since when have we had a case that was inside the ordinary?” Dean asked, sarcastically.
“I’m not talking about like that; I mean…it’s just…TOO haunted for a poltergeist. At least one.”
“What do you mean?” Dean questioned.
“I mean I think that there’s more than one. And that I don’t think we should take care of it. I think we should just burn the house. Pour gas on the outsides, light the match, and run.”
Dean looked incredulous and I just sat their watching. “I think it’s a good idea. That will give us time to do research for Dean,” I said to Sam.
He nodded and Dean scowled.
“Whatever,” Dean said.
“I’m gonna’ go to the library,” Sam got up form the floor and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you two lovebirds later,”
Dean’s jaw dropped and so did mine.
Sam walked out of the door, leaving both of us in a silent wake.
“That was strange,” I mumbled to Dean.
“Oh, well…uh…yeah…weird…” He coughed.
I looked at his, bemused. “Something wrong?”
“Uh, what?” He asked.
“I said is something wrong?” I stood off the floor and sat down next to him. “You’re getting kinda’ jittery.”
He looked at me and chuckled. “You wish, Ashton,”
“Dean, I know. I don’t have to wish,”
“Whatever, Dean. Just know…you want me.”
He looked at me, stunned. “Uh huh,” He mumbled. “I’m gonna’ take a shower. You might want to get some sleep. We’re gonna’ light the house, then hit the road later. I’m gonna’ take a shower,”
He smiled and walked for the bathroom door. “I’ll see you in a second,”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “See ya,”
He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I laughed and collapsed back on the bed. “You know you want me, you’ll know it soon enough.” I whispered.
Behind the closed door, Dean smiled, leaning back against the wood. “I do wish…” He sighed. “I wish a lot,”
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I hope you guys like this chapter!
I was writing it while doing my algebra final, which i failed btw.
A Dream Turned Reality Chapter 8
I was having a dream... no...this was a nightmare. I was running through the woods but I couldn't really see where I was going.Mycherry chocolate hair was flinging behind me like a stallions mane. My blue green eyes were wideinfear. I looked all around in different angles to see if I could catch a glimpse of the evils trotting behind me.I wove through vines and tree limbs thick with leaves and moss. I tripped over a tree root and landed on my face in a dirt pit. I felt for injuries to my face when I heard a low throaty growl and I froze. The next thing I knew I was being hoisted up into the air and I looked into the face of who was chasing me... I stared into the pitch black eyes of what I knew would be the man to take my life... staring back at me... was Sam Winchester. "Hello Ashton..." he glared and then his glare turned into an upturning grin. Then the world went black.
A scream bubbled frommy throat, pouring out ofmy lips.I shot up in bed, sending the remote flailing across the room, landing on the plush carpet next to the loveseat. The room was cold, almost as it had been snowing outside and someone left the window open.I searched the room frantically with unshed tears cloudingmy vision, looking for Sam or Dean.
I heard the shower turn of suddenly, realizing one of them was in the bathroom.That’s when I remembered that Sam was at the library and Dean was taking a shower. I could hear the curtain be pulled open with a shriek of the metal. Slipping feet bounded for the door, banging into it with the force of the slide.I watched in silent awe as the door was thrust open, a manic Dean stepping into my line of vision. He was dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his waist haphazardly. His eyes portrayed fear and grogginess, as if he had just jumped in when she had screamed. He looked at me, eyes wide, searching, what wasn't covered of my body, for wounds. When he didn't see anything amazingly wrong, he walked slowly over to my bed. He sat on the edge, all the while, watching me warily. "What?" I asked. Was there something on my face? I felt my cheeks and forehead, trying to see if I could feel anything out of the ordinary.
"Are you all right? I heard you scream from all the way in the shower. You scared the crap out of me," He looked genuinely scared.
"I had a REALLY bad dream. Like...scary scary SCARY!" I was starting to hyperventilate, remembering the vividness of my dream. I burrowed deep within the covers, looking out of the little peephole at the man sitting beside me. STILL in a towel, I may add.
"What happened?" He asked.
"I was running through the forest. I don't know where I was... and then I was taken into someone’s arms."
"Sounds kinky..." he smirked. I glared at him until his laughter subsided.
"The person that picked me up was trying to kill me..."
"Who was it?"
I sighed, "It was Sam..."
His breathing stopped momentarily, all emotion in his eyes left, leaving a cold hard shell. "What?"
"He was possessed. His eyes were black, and he was pure evil. He picked me up, shook me, then everything went black. Then of course, I woke up here, screaming, as you heard."
"It was Sam?" He looked baffled. "How can that be? We're not dealing with a demon; we're dealing with a poltergeist..." He was mumbling.
"Dean," I sighed. "It was just a dream. I'm not psychic like Sam. It couldn't have been a premonition or vision or anything. I don't have those," I looked into his eyes and when he sighed with agreement, I brushed a wet lock of hair out of his face. He stilled momentarily before unclenching his fists.
"Ashton..." He sighed.
"Yeah?" I asked, still pushing his wet hair behind his ears. They were slowly turning redder...was he...blushing...? "Are you blushing?" I asked. He was hiding his face from me. "I take that as a yes," I laughed.
"The things you do to me are crazy."
I took a sharp intake of breath. "What is it that I do to you, exactly?"
"You make me want to forget everything that’s happened to me. Everything that's happened to my family. I just...don't even think about it when I'm with you. I forget that I'm going to hell in a few months," He looked at me. “It makes me want to kiss you,”
My heart stopped. He wanted to kiss me? Then I realized what he had said before. Anger swept through me in a torrent.
"You are NOT going to hell, Dean Winchester. It's not happening," I said, sternly.
"You can't stop it. Sam will drop dead like a fly if you try to do anything,"
"I won't let that happen. You won't let that happen."
All the while I was talking, he was staring at my lips.
"Do you not remember what happened last time I wouldn't let something happen? Hello? Going to hell?" He pointed at himself and we both sighed.
"I won't let that happen, either. I can't lose either of you, and I won't," He looked up at me and we stared into each others gaze.
"I'm gonna' go finish my shower. No screaming this time, okay?"
I laughed. "No promises."
It seemed that he was going stand and walk to the bathroom, but what he did instead shocked me immensely. He leaned over, settling his weight onto his arms next to my head. And leaned in towards my face. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” He smiled. His mouth closed over mine, hot and wanting. The kiss left me scorching and wanting more. He pulled back before I got a good grip on what was happening, walking towards the bathroom. “I want a repeat performance when I get back out,”
With that, he closed the door. I could hear the shower turn back on, and the curtain slide back into place.
I sighed, touching my kiss swollen lips…wow…what a kisser.
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This one is really long, so I hope you guys like it. I think this is the update that I’ve worked the longest on ever. Lol. I hope you like it, I was pretty tired while writing it, so…enjoy!
A Dream Turned Reality Chapter 9
I laid there on the bed where Dean left me, waiting anxiously for that “repeat performance”. Even just thinking about the kiss got me all hot and bothered. Just as I was getting restless with wanting, I heard the shower turn off and the curtain being pulled back, though not quite as hastily as before. I smiled, remembering the way he came bursting out of the bathroom, eyes looking manic. Ahh. It was enough to make a Dean-girl sigh.
I laughed. I’ve always disliked that term. “Dean-girl”. Who came up with crock like that? I’m not a ‘Dean-girl’. I’m ‘Dean’s girl’. I shook with silent laughter, I didn’t exactly want Dean to open the door and see me laughing at no one. Uh, can you say ‘crazy’?
I looked at the bathroom door and sighed. I liked him so much, and now this? He liked me back, this was crazy. Absolutely crazy. And so was I.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, revealing a fully clothed Dean. Dang. “Hey,” I whispered. He grinned like a Cheshire cast and dropped his wet towel on the chair next to the bathroom. “So where did you say Sam was?” I asked him.
“I don’t remember where he is,” He started to walk toward me very slowly, looking rather dashing, I may add. He was wearing flannel pants and a light gray shirt, tucked in at the corner of his pants. I laughed a little, and rolled my eyes.
“What?” He asked, confused. I pointed to his pants and when he saw that his shirt was tucked in a little, he chuckled and pulled it out. “That’s kinda’ embarrassing.”
I shook my head. “How is that embarrassing when you’re so sexy like that?”
He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. “I’m so sexy like this?” I nodded. “Good to know.”
I laughed lightly. “You’re amazing.”
“Oh shush, you’re going to make me blush.” He covered his face and twiddled his thumbs.
“Oh, jeez.” I sighed. He chuckled again.
He closed the distance between my bed and him and sat down on the edge, making a dip in the mattress. “No more nightmares?” He asked.
I shook my head. “Nope, not anymore. I don’t think it was anything. Just, this whole, as you put it, ‘inter-galactic space travel’, messed me up a little. I just had one of those things, ya know?”
“I’m fine. Sam isn’t a murderer, and I’m not going to die.” I said, matter-of-factly. He nodded.
“I guess you’re right,” He agreed. His comforting gaze started to turn into a come hither grin.
“What?” I asked, laughing a little.
“Just wondering when we can begin that ‘repeat performance’?” He started looking around innocently, whistling something along the lines of a show tune.
“Well,” I sat up on the bed, crossing my legs and placing my folded hand on top of my thighs. “Anytime, really.”
I started to whistle along with him.
“Oh, really now?” He was egging me on.
“Oh, yes. “ I nodded, raising my eyebrows in a ‘duh’ look. “Anytime.”
“So I could do,” He leant forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips, sending my heart into frenzy. “…this…” He did it again. “Anytime?” He finally asked.
“Yes,” I answered, breathily.
“Duly noted,” He grinned widely. “That was fun, you actually taste really good.”
“I taste like sleep,”
“Sleep tastes pretty good on you, then,” He laughed, leaning in and breathing in the scent of my hair. “This smells good, too.”
He was sending chills up and down my spine with his nose skimming my skin like that. “You’re having a strange affect of me…” I barely made any sound with my words. He WAS having a strange affect on me.
He chuckled deep in his throat. “I could say the same thing,”
“I’m glad you feel comfortable with all this closeness now. If this has been a few days ago, we would be sitting far away from each other,”
He sighed. “Like I said, you have a strange affect of me. I never would have been this way with another girl. You’re different, special.”
I gaped. “That sounded so cheesy. Was that from a movie?”
“Yes, I don’t remember which one, but I know it was from a movie. “
“Romantic.” I said, sarcastically.
“Hey,” He laughed. “You’re lucky that you got anything at all.”
He rolled over and lay down beside me, pulling me along with him. We were lying side by side, facing each other. He had his eyes closed and his hand was placed on my waste. I just laid and stared at him. He was just so beautiful. How could anyone be this much in pain with life, when he was really this beautiful. “Whatcha’ starin’ at?” He asked me, eyes still closed.
“You,” I answered, not really paying attention to what he was saying. I reached up with the hand that wasn’t holding my head up, and started to outline the contours of his face. “You’re so beautiful,” He chuckled.
“Why thank you, so are you.”
His eyelids opened to reveal green eyes that were dilated with sleep. He looked very exhausted. “You should sleep,”
“I don’t want to; I want that performance and more,”
“You’re tired, you need to sleep. I wouldn’t want you to fall asleep with me. That would be a shame, you’d miss a lot.”
“A lot?” He was barely conscious.
“Mmhm,” I sighed, running my hands through his spiky wet hair. “A lot. I’m big fun,”
“That’s what she said,” He mumbled.
I jutted out with sharp laughter at his comment. I loved that line. It was just so funny. “That was sorta funny,”
He laughed lightly. “Go to sleep, Dean.” I coaxed.
“But I don’t want to. I want to kiss you and stuff,”
“We’ll have time for that later, you know? We’re far from over.”
He opened his eyes to slits and grinned.
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“You can do just that.”
I kiss his forehead. It was just a whisper of my lips on his skin, but it was just enough to make my heart ache.
“I really like you, Ashton.”
“I really like you too, Dean.” I agreed.
“I don’t want to go to hell,”
He sounded like a little boy who was going to go to school the next morning. I just wanted to take him in my arms and cuddle him until all his troubles went away, until the year end quota came and went, and he would still be in my arms. “I don’t want you to, either. That’s why you’re not going to. We’re going to try and find a way out of this, Dean. I’m going to make sure of it.”
“What can you do that we haven’t already thought of?” He asked, on the brink of tears. He had opened his eyes and was now looking at me.
“I don’t know,” I sighed, tears threatening to fall down my own cheeks. “I wish I did. But you see…we have a while.”
“We can’t take to much time,” He whispered.
“I don’t plan to,” I said.
“I can’t leave Sam, Ash.” A tear fell down his cheek. “I can’t leave you.” I barely heard it, but he still said it. “I don’t want to have to leave you after I just got you.”
“How can you like me so much after only a few days? What have I done that makes you like me so much?” I wondered.
“Nothing. You haven’t done anything. That’s the thing. You know exactly what we do, and you don’t care. You want to help, that’s pretty amazing. You don’t want to run away screaming at the thought that demons and ghosts really exist. You don’t want to leave me when you know that I have killed so many things.”
“Just because of all those things,” I started. “You don’t want me to leave?”
“I don’t want to leave you. I can’t. You’re the only girl that I have ever met that knows all there is to know about me. You aren’t afraid of what I am. You aren’t afraid of Sam, either. Other than that dream…there’s nothing that could keep you away from us. Is there?”
I shook my head.
“Then that’s why. You aren’t going to leave me…are you?”
I shook my head again. “Not if I can help it. I won’t leave you, and you won’t leave me. Deal?”
“I have a habit of making bad deals,” He whispered.
“This is NOT a bad deal. This is a really GOOD deal. You don’t go to hell, and I don’t get taken away from you. Is that not a good deal?” I questioned.
“That’s a great deal,” He agreed, quietly. He closed his eyes again and sighed deeply. “I’m tired.”
“Yes, I know. You should listen to me when I tell you to go to sleep. You need it. Especially now. When you wake up…you get that performance and more. Trust me; it’ll be worth it,”
He opened his eyes, blinked, and then grinned. “Promise?”
“Promise.” I said.
“No go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up. I already slept, so I’m not really tired, anymore.”
He closed his eyes and nodded. “Okay,”
I kissed his forehead lightly and he smiled. I waited for a second longer, than watched as his breathing leveled, his chest stopped moving so vigorously, and he was definitely asleep.
I stood slowly from the bed and walked over to the table where there were chairs waiting to be sat in. Sam, who had come back from the library earlier in the day, left books on the table to scour for information to help Dean’s predicament. I started to leaf through the pages if I could see anything that could become of use to help. I didn’t find anything in the first book, so I started to open the second book that I picked up. The first page that I opened it to was definitely what I was looking for.
It had information about a sorcerer who broke deals. Wow…way to go Sam. This book was exactly what we were looking for…I would worry about the fact that it was too good to be true later.
I started to read the page of the information, looking for something that I would be able to do without anyone’s help. Where was Sam, anyways? I have no idea. I looked back to the book. It said that to summon the sorcerer, I had to go outside on the night of a full moon, I leant forward and looked out the window, I still had a day to go at the least, and say the incantation that was on the page.
I wasn’t going to go empty handed, so I needed to come up with a plan of how to get one of Dean or Sam’s guns away from them without either of them noticing. I wasn’t going to tell either of them about what I was going to do. They didn’t need to know at this time.
They needed to get as much information on how to do whatever they needed to do with the poltergeist out of the way. I looked over at Dean, he was laying the same way that I left him, one arm thrown over his stomach and the other under his head. He shifted him his sleep, kicking aside the covers and covering his head with the pillow.
I smiled, he was so adorable.
I looked back to the book. I could do this, easy. I just needed the gun, the book…and the nerve. I ad everything that I needed, just not that. I’m a sissy when it comes to things. I shrugged to myself. Who cares?
Just then, keys started jingling in the doorknob, and the door flew open, revealing Sam with a bag of ammo in his arms. Could it really have been that easy to get a gun? I didn’t really care at this point. “Hey,” He said, out of breath.
“Where you been?” I asked.
“Scoping the house. I got more salt, gas, and more matches to burn it. I think we’re doin’ the right thing, here. We just need to throw all these bags inside the windows, that will really rile them up a bit. Then, we need to start gassin’ up the place. Everywhere that we can. Just…gas it all. Then we need to light it and run. By the time we finally get out of there, the ghosts will be pissed and lookin’ for blood. So, we just need to get there, do our stuff, and get goin’.”
He took a deep breath and sat down beside me in the opposite chair. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the book sitting wide open on the table in front of me. My eyes got really wide and my heart started to beat really fast, he could NOT find this. I looked around really slowly, making sure not to draw attention to myself, and finally saw the remote on floor beside my foot. YES! I kicked it, nonchalantly, across the room where it slammed into the wall lightly. It still hit it hard enough to make a sound, and his head shot to the other side of the room. While his head was turned, I closed it quietly and placed it on the chair behind me.
When he turned back to me I just shrugged and looked back at the table. “Find anything?” He asked, talking about the books he kept on the table.
“Not really?” I answered.
“Well, I’m going to get some shut eye, you should too,”
“I was already asleep, I just kinda’ had a nightmare,” I said, remembering the nightmare that I had had about him. “It was nothing, don’t ask. I think I will get some shut eye,”
“Want me to move Dean?” He pointed to where Dean was sleeping on my bed.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll just sleep beside him,”
I sat down on my earlier vacated spot, tossed off my jacket that I had fallen asleep in, and laid down beside Dean. He somehow could feel my movement, so he opened his eyes a crack. I looked at him momentarily before smiling and nodding my head in an ‘it’s all good’ way. He barely smiled before he started to softly snore with sleep.
“Night, Sam,” I yawned. I was pretty tired all of a sudden.
“Night, Ash,” he yawned too.
I leaned over and turned off the light.
Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.