Once Upon a Dream Part 1
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1346
Warnings: Mentions of Blood, I think that’s it.
A/N – This is my entry for @thorne93 ’s 200 followers challenge. She was also kind enough to allow me to use the GIF she provided in the second and final part of this story, so thank you for that. I picked the song Once Upon a Dream from Sleeping Beauty which inspired the soulmate storyline and obviously the title
A/N - this is also a Soulmates AU where soulmates exist in the hunting world
They say that the eyes are windows to the soul, and in this case – your case – they are. Ever since you could remember, you had dreams of a green eyed boy, granted that he was a few years older than you. He had been a constant in your life, the only downside was that you hadn’t met the boy in real life, only in your dreams, when your eyes were screwed shut.
They say that you should fall in love with someone’s eyes – the windows – because they are the only part of a person that doesn’t age over time.
You learnt in school that the connection between two people were strong, the stories you had heard was the pull that each soulmate had with each other was crafted by God himself. You can tell when two people have this bond. Odd birth marks in specific shapes, only two of each shape; one for each partners of soulmates.
Some could communicate telepathically, hearing each other’s thoughts and their feelings. Others have countdown clocks, a compass engraved on their bodies pointing in the direction of their soulmates whereabouts, matching tattoos or tattoos of each other’s names.
One of your favourites that you’ve seen is the glowing of soulmates hearts. It’s bright, too bright, it shines through their clothes but the most magical thing when the soulmates are in close proximity with each other is that the light - the bond - between them creates glowing hands that interlink with each other; to you it’s precious.
The thing about soulmates is that it doesn’t have to be about romantic relations, it could show the strong bond that siblings or best friend’s have. It most common in twins if we take the sibling route but it doesn’t mean that siblings are less important.
Sometimes people aren’t fortunate enough to meet their soulmate, others can’t stand theirs, and their has been a few cases where people fall in love and stay together with someone who isn’t theirs.
The earliest dream you can recall was when you were at the park with your parents and your newly born little brother. That’s when you first met him. You were five at the time and he was seven. He didn’t really talk much in the beginning, his father would try and get him to talk but he barely uttered a word. It shouldn’t have been so disheartening, but you couldn’t fathom why you had felt this way. A change in him occurred when his little brother, who you learned was Sam, called him ‘Bean’ you were sure that it wasn’t Bean but the older boy didn’t have the heart to correct him.
You finally learned the name of the little green eyed boy when his father called Dean and he turned to look at him. His father told him it was time to go back to the motel they were currently staying at. The older man had handed the seven year old a small wad of cash. You overheard a few of the things that were said as you ventured sneakily out of the park and closer to them, hopefully unseen.
'Shoot first, ask questions later. But most importantly-’
'Watch out for Sammy.’ He finished automatically.
Dean caught you red handed, listening to their conversation, your eyes connected and there was a softness to them. You snapped out f your stupor an hid behind the tree.
Hearing the door close, you breathed out a ragged sigh of relief, sagging against the cold bark of the wide tree.
'I know you’re there.’
'No I’m not…dammit!’
Giving up your not so secret spot, you stepped away from the tree into Dean’s line of sight.
'I’ve seen you around, most of the time, they are in my dreams.’
'Maybe we just made each other up in our brains.’ You shrugged.
'We can’t create faces we only imagine what we’ve already seen.’
'You’re so smart, how do you know that?’
He shrugged as you fiddled with your little fingers. 'I don’t know. But I think it’s the same way I know we’re soulmates.’
'What’s that?’ You questioned, bamboozled, your five year old nose scrunched up, and your brow furrowed, thinking about what that word meant.
'My dad told me that I have half of your soul and you have half of mine. We’re supposed to be together I guess. That’s how we’re able to see each other but only in our dreams.’
'Woah.’ Your little mind couldn’t comprehend the word but the fact that he was so knowledgeable about this stuff only meant that he could have asked about it; about you. He was curious about you. And for that you were slowly falling in love with him before you even knew what the word meant.
’(Y/N)!’ Your parents’ voices called, the fog not able to hear them clearly until you felt a phantom hand brush hair off of your face. 'Wake up sleepyhead.’
'I guess I gotta go, bye Dean!’
'Bye (Y/N).’ He had said before your eyes started to flutter open, your gaze met with with your parents, your mother cradling your baby brother against her chest.
Now that you were thirty six, you still hadn’t met Dean in real life - face to face - but the dreams you had became less frequent; like he wasn’t sleeping more than the required six to eight hours. To see each other in your dreams, you had to be asleep at the same time, it looked like he would stay up all night and get a few hours in the morning and start over again.
They also became more vivid. Details of the ceiling fans, dingy motel rooms, sometimes hunger, and weirdly a shelter in the middle of nowhere that led underground, one that resembled something one would use during the bombings in the Second World War. But the blood, the blood was enough to have you worrying, so much so that sometimes sleep evaded you.
Dean would hobble a lot when you were both asleep, lacerations grazed his face and sometimes, when he clutched his stomach, you knew when he pulled his hand away, his fingers would be covered in the dreaded crimson liquid.
You loved him but he was causing you so much pain, the pain that one day, with what he does, you may never dream of him again. It had happened before, only for four months, but it still terrified you. You were lonely for the first time since you were a little tike. When he did come back, he came back a changed man.
It was another day Dean hadn’t been in your dreams. Which only meant that he was up all night again, but you couldn’t think about it too much, you had to focus on work and the other patrons inside that were ordering drinks in the afternoon.
Another few rounds of serving drinks and wiping down the counters. Another keg was empty so you had to change it. You had cleaned most of the nozzles and pumped the beer into glasses, getting rid of the top layer and slowly combining the mixture in the pint glass, throwing that away, repeating the process and serving that to the next paying customer.
'Two whiskeys, neat.’ A deep voice softly demanded. When you looked up, you had to do a double take, you punched your arm, for good measure, and immediately winced. This was real.
His own brow furrowed, placing a thumb under his chin, his forefinger curling over the curve of his top lip as he thought. 'Have we met before?’
'Kinda.’
He shook his head from side to side, racking his brain to come up with any immediate comment or answer. 'You look really familiar.’
'I know you. I’ve walked with you. Once upon a dream.’
That’s when it all clicked, Dean’s eyes were blown wide open, he finally pieced it together, even the smallest of clues gave you away.
’(Y/N)?!’
You nodded, handing him his two tumblers of whiskey and answered shyly, looking at him through your lashes.
'Hi Dean.’
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