My Immortal (4/?)
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My Immortal (Part Four)
William smiled against his wife’s hair as they danced slowly to her favorite Brenda Lee song in the middle of the kitchen. God, he loved her. When the song ended, she tilted her head back a little to meet his eyes, a smile on her face. “Thank you for the dance, Kind Sir,” she said in a soft, teasing voice.
Grinning, he kissed her cheek. “Any time, my lady.”
“I should go check on Matthew. I’ll be right back.” She reluctantly let go of his hand and turned to head down the hallway toward their son’s nursery.
It was hard to believe Matthew was six months old today. Still smiling, he made his way over to the refrigerator to get a bottle of soda.
That’s when he heard the scream.
The bottle shattered on the floor as he raced toward the nursery, staring in horror at the sight of his wife pinned to the ceiling, burning up. Underneath her in the crib, Matthew screamed shrilly.
“Anna!” William screamed. “No!!”
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Dean shot up in bed, adrenaline pumping through his veins, and a second later, found himself staring at Sam, who was seated at the small table in their hotel room.
“You okay?” Sam asked in surprise.
Wiping a hand across his brow, he looked over at the other bed where Chloe lay sleeping, looking restless and agitated. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he lied.
“What’d you dream about?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said gruffly, avoiding his brother’s eyes as he climbed out of bed.
“Dean, I’ve had enough nightmares to know when someone else is having one.”
“Yeah, well then maybe you should be more worried about her.” He nodded toward Chloe.
At that exact moment, she whimpered and then her eyes flew wide open.
“Chloe, you all right?” Sam asked in concern.
She sat up slowly, her face dreamed of all color. “Yeah, I…I just…dreamt…”
“What?” he asked gently, moving to sit by her on the bed.
She looked at him and hesitated.
“It helps to talk about it,” he said with a faint smile.
Chloe seemed to deliberate for a moment, then let out a breath. “I was dreaming about this couple…Anna and William and their infant son, Matthew.”
Dean sucked in a breath, staring at her in disbelief.
She met his eyes. “What is it?”
“Were they dancing? In the kitchen?”
Chloe stared back at him. “How did you…”
Sam looked between them, his eyes wide. “Wait a minute…you had the same dream?”
“Well, that can’t be a good coincidence,” he mumbled.
Chloe slowly rose to her feet. “How did you see the dream?” she asked quietly, eyes still locked on Dean’s.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…was it like you were watching it? Or were you there?” The way she emphasized there made him uncomfortable. “You were William,” she whispered, reading his expression.
Swallowing hard, unable to look away from her, he nodded very slightly. “You were Anna?”
Sam frowned. “Okay, so what exactly happened in this dream? There had to be more to the dream than dancing in the kitchen unless you’re both afraid of dancing.”
Both of them avoided his eyes.
“Dean?” he prodded expectantly.
His older brother slowly looked up at him. “The demon…was in the dream.”
Sam stared at him, stunned. “Wait--the demon? The one that killed Mom? And Jess?”
Dean nodded slightly, slowly turning his gaze back to Chloe, who was still very pale. “You okay?” He moved over to her, standing only a couple feet away from her now.
“What does this mean?” Chloe asked quietly, looking at him, and then Sam in hopes of an explanation.
“I have no idea.” Sam let out a breath. “But I think I know someone who can help.” He met his brother’s eyes once more, and Dean nodded.
“Call her. Let her know we’ll be there in a few hours.”
Sam nodded, grabbed his cell phone and headed out of the small motel room.
“What’s going on?”
He drew in a breath. “We’re going to contact our psychic friend.”
Chloe looked at him with an arched eyebrow. “You guys actually call that hotline?”
A small grin tugged at his lips despite the worry that had settled upon him. “Not that psychic friend. Her name’s Missouri. She lives in Lawrence, and she’s a friend of our dad’s,” he explained.
“Oh.” She managed a tiny smile, still shaken by the horrible dream.
Picking right up on her anxiety, Dean slowly slid his arms around her, pulling her close to him and breathing in the sweet scent of her papaya shampoo. “Whatever’s going on…we’ll figure it out,” he told her seriously.
Chloe closed her eyes, winding her arms around his waist and resting her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Okay,” she whispered.
A wave of emotion he didn’t recognize or understand washed over him and he pulled away just a little to look at her. He hesitated a moment, then ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers, tasting her for the second time in less than a day.
A spark of heat ignited between them and she slid her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. She didn’t know why she felt so connected to this man she’d barely known for such a short time, but whatever the reason--it was powerful and more intense than anything she’d ever experienced. “What’s happening between us?” she whispered, leaning her forehead against his.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, touching her face.
Chloe gazed up at him for a moment longer. Then she kissed him again.