Chapter 5 - Part 2
Chapter 5 - Part 2
October 23rd, 1994
Dean sent Sam to bed as soon as they got back since it was well after midnight. He told Sam that he was going to wait up for their dad to come back. Thankfully, Sam didn’t put up too much of a fight and just went straight to bed. The truth was Dean just needed a little time to himself. At least, until Matt showed up. If Matt showed up...
Matt had disappeared shortly after John went looking for him. Dean has learned a lot in all his years as a ghost whisperer. One thing was that some ghosts could go wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Others were stuck right where they died and had no control over when they showed up.
Dean tried talking John into letting him track along back to the house. Unfortunately, telling John that he wanted to go talk to the ghost of his friend wouldn't have gone over so well, and without a valid excuse John left Dean in charge of Sam. So now, all Dean could do was wait and hope Matt came.
Two hours passed by and just when he was about to give up and go to bed, he heard something.
“Buuuhhh.”
“Shit man. You scared me half to death!” Dean glared at Matt who had just appeared right behind where Dean had been pacing.
“Sorry, I had to. It’s not every day that you can sneak up on a Winchester,” said Matt smiling before a serious look took over.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like that you say next?”
“You’re not. Listen, I can’t stay long... I just came to say goodbye. I have to move on, Dean. I know you hate it when people you care about leave. I’m so, so, sorry,” Matt said quietly. He hadn’t known Dean for long, but this was one of the first things he learned about him.
“You’re leaving? But you don’t have to leave,” said Dean in a hurry. He pulled out the Zippo Matt had given him earlier and started playing with it nervously. “My dad won’t find out you’re here. I promise. ”
“Dean, I can’t. I’m not taking the chance that I won’t end up hurting someone. You know how vengeful spirits are born. I won’t become like that. Not after what happened to my sister. I’m really sorry, Dean.”
“Yeah, don’t worry.” Dean shrugged, trying to act like he wasn’t effect, like he wasn’t losing another person in his life. “Dad will salt and burn you, the usual drill. A real hunter funeral, you deserve it,” said Dean and gave Matt a smile. “At least I get a chance to say goodbye. That’s more than most people. I’m going to miss you...” Great, just what Dean needed.
“Can you promise me you will be careful? I’m not only talking about this talking to dead people thing. I hate to ask this but... are you going to be alright?”
“You know me. I’m always alright.”
Matt stared at Dean for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he finally nodded and moved to squeeze Dean's shoulder before they realized that he passed right through him. Then, without saying another word, he gave Dean a sad smile before disappearing into the night.
~Supernatural~
“Hello again, Matt. Did you do as I asked with Dean?” asked Castiel as he walked up to Matt.
“Yeah, but I still don’t get why I had to leave him right now. John hasn't even burned my body," answered Matt. For the hundredth time tonight Matt asked himself why he was trusting some 'angel'. An angel he just met and hadn’t known existed until earlier tonight.
One minute he had been watching Sam and Dean and the next thing he knew he was in some field where some guy in a trench coat, claiming to be an angel and Dean's friend, was suddenly standing before him. Matt didn't know which one was more unbelievable. Angels aren't supposed to be real and Dean didn't have many friends. Besides, Matt knew the few friends Dean had, and he has never even heard of anyone called Castiel.
But there was something about this weirdo that Matt trusted. Maybe it was how Castiel talked about Dean, like he really seemed to care about Dean. He also seemed to think that Dean was going to save the world or something...
“Like I said before, Dean Winchester is destined for many things. It's in his best interest to move on as quickly as possible and not rely on his powers. We don't know where he got them from or how the really work. Therefore, it is best if he does not use them," Castiel reasoned, looking over the field with a blank look on his face. It was like he was seeing things that weren't even there. Castiel slowly turned his attention back to Matt and a small smile appeared on his face. “Besides, your family is waiting for you.”
~Supernatural~
AN: Have I mentioned how happy I am that lotrspnfangirl agreed to beta for me? Well if I haven't, I'm super happy!!! Please go and thank her for me (and for yourself, because lets face it, this story is a lot easier to understand thanks to her) and while you are on her site, I recommend that you read a fic or two (or all of them).
October 23rd, 1994
Dean sent Sam to bed as soon as they got back since it was well after midnight. He told Sam that he was going to wait up for their dad to come back. Thankfully, Sam didn’t put up too much of a fight and just went straight to bed. The truth was Dean just needed a little time to himself. At least, until Matt showed up. If Matt showed up...
Matt had disappeared shortly after John went looking for him. Dean has learned a lot in all his years as a ghost whisperer. One thing was that some ghosts could go wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted. Others were stuck right where they died and had no control over when they showed up.
Dean tried talking John into letting him track along back to the house. Unfortunately, telling John that he wanted to go talk to the ghost of his friend wouldn't have gone over so well, and without a valid excuse John left Dean in charge of Sam. So now, all Dean could do was wait and hope Matt came.
Two hours passed by and just when he was about to give up and go to bed, he heard something.
“Buuuhhh.”
“Shit man. You scared me half to death!” Dean glared at Matt who had just appeared right behind where Dean had been pacing.
“Sorry, I had to. It’s not every day that you can sneak up on a Winchester,” said Matt smiling before a serious look took over.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like that you say next?”
“You’re not. Listen, I can’t stay long... I just came to say goodbye. I have to move on, Dean. I know you hate it when people you care about leave. I’m so, so, sorry,” Matt said quietly. He hadn’t known Dean for long, but this was one of the first things he learned about him.
“You’re leaving? But you don’t have to leave,” said Dean in a hurry. He pulled out the Zippo Matt had given him earlier and started playing with it nervously. “My dad won’t find out you’re here. I promise. ”
“Dean, I can’t. I’m not taking the chance that I won’t end up hurting someone. You know how vengeful spirits are born. I won’t become like that. Not after what happened to my sister. I’m really sorry, Dean.”
“Yeah, don’t worry.” Dean shrugged, trying to act like he wasn’t effect, like he wasn’t losing another person in his life. “Dad will salt and burn you, the usual drill. A real hunter funeral, you deserve it,” said Dean and gave Matt a smile. “At least I get a chance to say goodbye. That’s more than most people. I’m going to miss you...” Great, just what Dean needed.
“Can you promise me you will be careful? I’m not only talking about this talking to dead people thing. I hate to ask this but... are you going to be alright?”
“You know me. I’m always alright.”
Matt stared at Dean for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he finally nodded and moved to squeeze Dean's shoulder before they realized that he passed right through him. Then, without saying another word, he gave Dean a sad smile before disappearing into the night.
~Supernatural~
“Hello again, Matt. Did you do as I asked with Dean?” asked Castiel as he walked up to Matt.
“Yeah, but I still don’t get why I had to leave him right now. John hasn't even burned my body," answered Matt. For the hundredth time tonight Matt asked himself why he was trusting some 'angel'. An angel he just met and hadn’t known existed until earlier tonight.
One minute he had been watching Sam and Dean and the next thing he knew he was in some field where some guy in a trench coat, claiming to be an angel and Dean's friend, was suddenly standing before him. Matt didn't know which one was more unbelievable. Angels aren't supposed to be real and Dean didn't have many friends. Besides, Matt knew the few friends Dean had, and he has never even heard of anyone called Castiel.
But there was something about this weirdo that Matt trusted. Maybe it was how Castiel talked about Dean, like he really seemed to care about Dean. He also seemed to think that Dean was going to save the world or something...
“Like I said before, Dean Winchester is destined for many things. It's in his best interest to move on as quickly as possible and not rely on his powers. We don't know where he got them from or how the really work. Therefore, it is best if he does not use them," Castiel reasoned, looking over the field with a blank look on his face. It was like he was seeing things that weren't even there. Castiel slowly turned his attention back to Matt and a small smile appeared on his face. “Besides, your family is waiting for you.”
~Supernatural~
AN: Have I mentioned how happy I am that lotrspnfangirl agreed to beta for me? Well if I haven't, I'm super happy!!! Please go and thank her for me (and for yourself, because lets face it, this story is a lot easier to understand thanks to her) and while you are on her site, I recommend that you read a fic or two (or all of them).