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A Dream Turned Reality Chapter 15
When he opened his eyes, he was lying in a bed with a flowery bed spread and the sun was shining blindingly through the blinds on the far right wall. He sat up straight, waiting for the pain from years of hunting to wash over him slowly, letting him know how far he’d come.
But there was no pain. His body didn’t ache; he was no longer sore like before.
“What the hell?” He said, aloud. He was in a hotel room that he had never seen before. That he didn’t recognize. A lone bag with a slip of paper was sitting haphazardly on the end of the bed. With a look around, Dean sat forward and reached for the paper.
‘This is your chance to get to know Ashton Ride. Use this time wisely, Dean. For it may be your only chance to see it.’
“Abraham…” He whispered. “But where the hell am I?”
Another slip of paper fell into his lap from no where.
Curiously, he reached for it.
‘You’re in Indianapolis, Indiana. Where Ashton lived before she moved to Louisiana.’
Angels and their sense of power. “What?” He said looked up at the ceiling. “No fruit basket?”
An apple fell from the ceiling and hit the top of his head.
He rubbed the sore spot on his head. “That’s not exactly what I had in mind.”
With a grumble of dissatisfaction, he rose from the bed and walked over to the window, peaking out tensely.
It was a bright and sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. The motel he was in seemed to be pretty much okay. Nothing out of the ordinary going on.
He turned around to look around the room and noticed a calendar hanging on the wall. He looked at the year and his jaw fell slack. That canNOT say what it does.
He walked over to the calendar and ripped it off the wall, holding it in his hands. “Wow…1987…”
He looked wide-eyed around the room again. This was sure to be something different to experience.
He blinked…and all of a sudden he was standing in a great expanse of a yard with a historical looking house only a few yards away from him. A little girl, around five, came running out of the house with a stuffed animal clenched in between her fingers. A little boy, maybe a little older than the girl, came running out behind her, scissors in hand. “Come on, Ash!” The little boy yelled. “Get over here!”
The little girl shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. Her hair was the color of dark caramel, eyes the color of navy blue mixed with green. She was a beautiful little kid. But what did this have to do with Ash?
But then it struck him…the little boy had called her Ash…could it be? Could this be the tough Ashton Ride who wouldn’t let anyone in, running around carelessly?
She stopped, spotting him. Damn, he thought. She shouldn’t have seen him. She seemed awestruck by him…tentative to take a step forward. “Hi,” She said meekly. “Who are you?”
He was at loss for words. She was such a cute little kid. But she didn’t mention a brother.
“Ash!” The little boy yelled. He came to a running halt beside her, stepping a little in front to shield her from Dean. “Don’t talk to him. He’s a stranger.”
The little boy turned around to face her. “I told you not to talk to strangers.”
“I know, but he doesn’t look scary, Ben.”
“That doesn’t matter. He still might be dangerous.” The boy, Ben, turned around. “Who are you?” He asked, trying to seem tough, but his façade was slowly diminishing.
Dean cleared his throat, stepping back as to not scare them. “My name is Dean.” He sounded younger to himself. “Dean Winchester.”
The boy seemed to not be threatened by him anymore and stepped forward, hand out as if to shake.
“My names Ben…Ben Ride. And this,” He turned to Ash, who had stopped crying and was now yanking at her hair. “, is my spastic sister Ashton. She got gum in her hair and dad told me to cut it out while he and mom talk. But they’re not really talking…” He said absently mindedly. “More like yelling.”
“Are they fighting?” Dean asked, curiously.
“Yeah, they always fight.”
That’s when Dean remembered that Ash had told him about her parents divorce when she was five. “Don’t worry…it’ll get worse…but then it’ll get way better.”
Ben seemed to think about that. “I hope so.”
Dean looked at young Ashton again. She seemed restless to get the gum out of her hair, but instead of helping the situation, she was steadily making it worse. Ben, who sensed the change in conversation, turned to see this, and started to roll his eyes.
“Gum is for your mouth spaz, not your hair.”
“Do you mind if I try to get it out?” Dean heard himself ask. Whoa…where’d THAT come from?
“Sure, maybe she’ll let YOU get close enough…” Ben gave Dean the scissors and watched as he circled over to the little girl.
“Hi Ash.” Dean said quietly. The little girl looked up at him and smiled tearfully.
“I can’t get it out.” She said sadly. “I don’t want to cut my hair.”
“Well,” He leaned down to her level. “Can I try to get it out?”
Her eyes widened. “You’re not going to cut my hair are you?” She seemed fearful of him.
“Not if I don’t have to. But would you rather have a weird haircut, or no hair?”
“NO HAIR!?” She questioned loudly.
“That’s what gum does…it eats hair…like you eat it.”
“CUT IT OUT!!” She yelled.
He laughed lightly and turned her around. She was so scrawny. She looked too skinny for her age and she had sadness in her eyes that he just couldn’t place. ‘I thought I was supposed to see her before all the sadness came.’ He thought to himself.
He cautiously reached for hair that was covered in gum and started to piece through it. “I’m only going to have to cut a little.” He said to the two children.
He looked over at Ben who was listening closely for the yelling coming from inside the house. “I’m going to go see if dad needs some help in the garage.” He said, then ran off towards the house.
Ash stiffened right before he cut the little piece of hair but then relaxed when he threw it to the ground. “There you go,” He said quietly.
She turned around and looked him square in the eye. It shook him to the bone the look she gave him. It was completely sad and upset. She looked as if she were about to crack into a million little pieces.
Suddenly, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him hard. “Thank you, mister Dean.” She whispered into his ear, leaning back a little to place a kiss straight on his lips.
He could almost cry because of how sweet she was. She pulled back all the way and looked at him again, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m not a spaz,” She whispered sadly.
“I know you’re not, sweetie.” He said. Wow…THAT sounded sincere. She shook her head.
“Ben tells me I am all the time.”
“Brothers are supposed to say that. That’s the way it goes. But that doesn’t mean it’s true. You’re not a spaz, Ash.” He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “You’re not a spaz at all.”
She smiled sadly. “Thank you, Dean.”
Just then, a burly man came running out of the house, holding little Ben by the collar and grimacing.
“GET THE f*** AWAY FROM MY KID!” The man yelled.
Ashton tensed noticeably and started to shake. Her whole body was convulsing in little spasms as if she were having multiple seizures. She was just so scared.
“Go…” She whispered harshly. “Go before he kills you.” She ran away towards the man before he could grab her and bounded up the stairs and into the house. The man threw Ben into the deck, watching as he winced and then ran into the house behind his sister.
“Get out of here you molester!” The man yelled. “Get away before I call the f***ing cops on your ass!”
Dean scrambled to his feet and took off running in the other direction, not knowing where he was going until her was all of a sudden in the middle of a dark road, in the middle of the night, staring straight into the headlights of an on coming car.
He dodged the car just as it sped by, the driver cursing loudly at him through the open window. Dean just sat there on the side of the road.
“What the hell?” He asked aloud. Just then, a car started to come towards him, veering crazily from left to right. He squinted his eyes as he ran towards safety to see that the drivers were two kids, obviously one not old enough to be driving, the other just old enough.
The boy driving was familiar looking, as was the little girl sitting next to him. Both had dark blonde hair, and blue eyes. He knew who they were. They were Ben and Ashton. Ben looked sick to his stomach, and Ash was trying to get a hold on the wheel. Ben’s eyes widened and he slammed on the breaks, turning the car hard to the right.
Because the car was an SUV and at an odd angle, it flipped over in a complete 360, then skidded to a halt on its side.
Dean’s heart stopped. “Oh my god,” He said, dumbstruck.
Then he took off running towards the car. He sprinted all the way to the drivers side door and practically ripped the door off its hinges in a haste to get them both out.
When the door opened, though, Ben’s body slid lazily out, his eyes wide open from the shock of death claiming him.
Dean gagged from the stench of blood but managed to get to the other side of the car and get the door open.
Ash fell out of the door, hitting the ground hard, and tossing glass everywhere.
He knelt beside her, ‘déjà vu’, he thought. Tentatively, he flipped her on her back, lifting her head to keep it from the glass.
Her face was all cut up; almost the same as now, back at the hotel she was asleep at. There was blood all over her shirt and torso, coming from an invisible wound.
She couldn’t have been more than 14 years old. She had lips that were too big for her face and high cheekbones that looked too old for her young features. On her left wrist, there was a pink hospital band wrapped around it. He flipped her hand over and glanced at the soft skin of her wrist.
His breath caught.
There were scars steal healing all over her wrist.
She had cut herself…and not with the purpose of only hurting herself…but for killing herself….
He scooped her into his arms, just as he had only the day before in his time, and walked her away from the car. Just a few seconds after he had set her down on the ground, said car blew into a thousand little pieces, spraying glass and metal all around.
He looked down at the girl in his arms and sucked in a breath. She was looking straight at him with eyes wider than a whale.
She seemed to take him in slowly. Looking around his face slowly. “Do I know you?” She coughed out. “Wait…” She tried to sit up but he pushed her back down slowly. “What the hell!? She yelled. “What happened!?” She was screaming and thrashing around.
“Calm down!” He yelled at her. She settled, looking at him with tears running down her face. “You were in an accident.”
Then the world went black once again.
He awoke with a jolt, sending the remote flying to the floor. He was lying on his bed in his motel room, back in his own reality. Back to 2008. He looked beside him to see Ash curled up beside him, her head resting on his chest.
All her wounds were gone, and she seemed to be dreaming contently. Incredulously, he shook her shoulder and looked at her. She opened her eyes slowly, the navy blue and green orbs adjusting to the light of a new day. “Hey,” I whispered quietly. “You okay?” He looked scares shitless, to say the least. “You look like you just a saw a ghost.”
Dean shook his head. “You didn’t tell me that you had a brother…”