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Chapter 25 Playlist:
Arms –Christina Perri
Hurts Like Hell –Fleurie
Until The Levee –Joy Williams
Previously on Warmness on the Soul:
I was taken aback by his words, “Me?”
He stood up and glared down at me, “Yes, you.”
I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart
But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start
You put your arms around me
And I believe that it’s easier for you to let me go
You put your arms around me and I’m home
“As soon as you decided to choose to be with Dean instead, things between him and me fell apart. And you know it!” he whisper yelled at me. My eyes watered at his words, “You should have just gone with him from the beginning instead of making me fall for you and leaving me for my own brother.”
My eyes widened at the fact that I had apparently dated Sam first, “Wh-what?” I whispered as I took a step back, flabbergasted. I didn’t give him time to respond before I turned around and went straight for the stairs I had seen on my way in here earlier. I went straight upstairs and went into a room to try and get my emotions together. I closed the door behind me and placed my back up against it for support before letting the back of my head rest on it.
“Did you really call him?” Dean’s voice suddenly came from further into the room. I yelped in surprise and placed my hand over my heart. I looked over to find him sitting on a bed with a saddened look in his eyes. My heart called out for him making me slowly walk over to him.
“Yes,” I told him. He cringed at my words and I quickly sat on the bed across from him and took his hands in mine, “But it wasn’t for the reason you’re thinking, Dean.”
“Then why?” he asked with a shake in his voice.
“I woke up confused…I didn’t know where I was or what had happened so I called to ask Sam,” I realized that my answer probably didn’t sound very good to him.
“Why didn’t you just come to me?” he asked as he continued looking down at our hands.
I licked my lips as I tried to come up with some sort of answer, “I didn’t want to wake you.”
He shook his head and I knew he didn’t like my answers, so I quickly grabbed his face between my hands and made him look at me. I looked into his green eyes to find tears in them, “You don’t have to worry about Sam. I’m with you, Dean. And I wouldn’t dream of it any other way.”
He smiled at me and leaned in for a kiss before pulling away and nodding, “You’re right. Let’s get downstairs and go to dinner.”
We all got in our cars and drove off to the restaurant. As we passed by a busy street and approached a stop sign I saw the girl again; she was standing at a street corner this time with her hand extended as she mouthed something to me. I couldn’t decipher what it was and didn’t have time because a truck took its turn to go blocking my view of her, and when I looked back, she was gone. There was something about the girl that didn’t feel right to me. The feeling spread through my chest and seeped into my bones. It made me feel uneasy and completely uncomfortable.
I saw her again at the restaurant; we were about to be seated when I saw her from across the room. She looked to be fading away which alarmed me making me head over to her in a hurry. A busboy walked passed me and when I looked in her direction again, she was gone. I stood there not knowing what to do with this feeling this girl was causing. Something was wrong and I could feel it; it had something to do with that girl. After getting back to the table and explaining that I thought I saw someone, we went on with dinner and dessert.
When we got back to my dad’s house I went up to the room I was in before and turned on the computer that was in the corner of the room. I quickly got on the internet and started researching the Djinn. I didn’t find much on it other than most of the info I had gotten from Sam. I sighed and went back downstairs to find everyone in the living room waiting for me, “What’s going on?”
“Actually we wanted to ask you the same thing,” Charlie said.
I gnawed at my lip and took a deep breath when I realized that it was time to face reality. I squeezed my eyes shut before opening them to take a look at the people around me, “None of you are real,” I said sadly.
“What?” Jessica asked confused.
“You guys aren’t real. In the real world Jessica, Mary, and Charlie are dead. I keep seeing this girl asking me for help and the last time I saw her I realized why I was drawn to her. Why something felt wrong when I saw her…she was the girl that got kidnapped by the Djinn. And if I’m seeing her that can only mean that in reality I’m in the same position as she’s in. I’m dying and I need to find a way out of here,” I mumbled as I paced back and forth trying to figure everything out.
“Sweetheart, I think you need to lay down,” Dean said sympathetically.
I shook my head, “No, Dean. Or whatever you are. None of this is real and there has to be a way out.” I looked back at them and realized something, “This is a dream. The Djinn is a genie and he grants wishes. What if he makes you like…dream that wish somehow. I wouldn’t understand why he does it but that has to be it, right?”
“She’s gone bonkers,” Jessica declared.
I glared at her before shaking my head, “Okay, what do I know about dreams?” I asked as I rattled the information in my head. I stopped in my tracks, “That’s it.”
“What’s it?” Sam asked.
I went over to the kitchen and grabbed a knife before coming back into the room, “Whoa. What do you think you’re doing there sweetheart?” Dean asked with slight panic in his eyes.
I held the knife firmly in my hand, “They say that if you’re about to die in your dreams, you wake up. I need to wake up.”
“Bells, you’re not dreaming, please don’t do this,” Charlie begged with worry and tears in his eyes.
“Think about this Bella. You’re going to kill yourself,” Mary said with caution as if she was talking to a child.
I stared down at the knife in my hand, “Or I’m going to wake up.”
Dean walked closer to me, “Baby, this isn’t a dream. Please don’t kill yourself. Think about me. About Charlie.” I looked from Dean to Charlie and shook my head.
“It’s not the same. My father’s dead. I know this is a dream because of you, Dean.”
“Me?” he asked confused.
“You aren’t really Dean. Dean makes me feel warm and toasty and safe with just one touch. You don’t make me feel that,” I told him as I turned the point of the knife towards my chest.
“Bells, it’s really me. Just please put the knife down kid,” Charlie said making tears spring to my eyes. “This is the life you want. I won’t ever leave you. Neither will Dean. He loves you kiddo.”
I looked over at Dean to see him watching me carefully, “I do, Bella. I love you. Just please stay here with me. Live the life you really want to live…with me.”
He extended his hand out to take and the tears brimmed over as I fought the urge to take it, “I’m sorry but I can’t take that chance.” I quickly pulled the knife back and thrust it into my chest.
“Bella! Bella!” I watched Dean yell at me before I closed my eyes. “Bella!” I tried my best to open my eyes but I was feeling completely weak and drained. “Come on sweetheart. Wake up. Wake up, damn it!” I opened my eyes slowly to see Dean in front of me. “Hey,” Dean said as he looked into my eyes.
I tried to move causing pain to course through my body and a grunt to escape my lips, “Dean?” I croaked out.
“Thank god. I thought I lost you there for a second,” he said as he pulled something off my neck.
“You almost did,” I whispered out, my throat was dry and raspy.
His breathing was heavy as he tried to untie the ropes around my hands, “Let’s get you out of here.” Once he took the ropes off, I felt my body start falling; he quickly grabbed me around the waist before I could fall. “I got you,” he said as he took my feet out from under me and carried me, holding me against his chest.
“The…the girl,” my voice came out hoarse and I felt like I hadn’t drank water in weeks.
“Sam’s got her,” Dean said as he continued walking, “she’s still alive.” I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as a tear slid down my cheek from the relief of the news.
“D-Djinn?” I asked.
“Ganked,” he said as he hurriedly tried to make it out of the building. I took in a deep shaky breath once we stepped outside; it was pouring, making it perfect for me to open my mouth slightly to get some water in. By the time we got to the car we were both pretty much soaked; Dean opened the passenger door and maneuvered us inside so he wouldn’t have to let me go. He set me in the middle but kept me close to his side as he grabbed a bottle of water that was near his feet and opened it. He gently placed it against my lips and slowly poured some into my mouth. At first it hurt to swallow but once my throat got wet enough I couldn’t get enough of it.
Sam placed the girl in the back seat and came around to the driver’s side before driving off, “We need to get her to a hospital,” Sam said as he sped up. After getting the girl to the hospital and refusing to get admitted myself, because of my disappearance, we returned to the motel. Dean carried me into the room and set me down on a bed gently. I rested my head on the pillow and relaxed my body as I let the dreams replay in my mind.
“I’m gonna go get her a smoothie or something,” Sam said to Dean before I heard the door close behind him. It was just Dean and I now; alone. My heart sunk in my chest as I thought about the dream. I knew that reality would never come true. Dean and I would never get married, Charlie would never come back, and I’d live the rest of my life loving Dean without him knowing about it. A few tears trickled down my face making me turn my head away from Dean so he wouldn’t see.
After knowing that they had dried off, I turned my head back towards Dean to see him sitting on the other bed and staring at the floor intently. I cleared my throat, getting his attention, “Can you run a bath for me?” I asked my voice still raspy.
“Yeah, sure,” he said before getting up and going to the bathroom. I looked back at the ceiling and took in a shaky breath and closed my eyes. I had totally jinxed myself earlier thinking that I couldn’t have a worse birthday than the last one; apparently I could. “Bella?” Dean’s voice sounded a bit panicked making me open my eyes, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding, and look up to see him looking down at me.
“I’m okay,” I said washing the worry away from his eyes. I looked towards the bathroom door then back at him, “Can you help me over?”
He placed his arm around my back to help me sit upright, and turned me to have my feet dangle off the bed, before placing my arm over his shoulder and lifting me up to my feet. I walked on shaky legs beside him, my legs weaker than usual, before I went over to the toilet and sat down on the seat; a bit out of breath. I tucked my hair behind my ear, Dean still standing in front of me, before I bent over and untied my shoes. I reached out to try and pull it off but started falling off the toilet making Dean place his hands on my shoulders to stop me. He bent down and removed my shoes and socks. Once they were removed, I gathered as much strength as I had and stood up, wobbling a bit in place, “I think I got it.”
Dean left the bathroom and slightly closed the door, leaving it open a crack. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans before slowly starting to shove them down. They were still soaking wet which was making it hard to get them off. I got them to my knees before they got completely stuck on me. I pressed my lips into a line and stared down at my jeans before looking at the slightly opened door, “Dean,” I said in a defeated tone.
“Yeah?” he said from the other side of the door.
“I don’t got this,” I told him. He opened the door to the bathroom and looked at my jeans before giving me a sympathetic smile and walking over to me. He helped me out of my jeans and shirt before he turned around to leave. I quickly grabbed at his arm making him look back at me, “Can you help me take this off?” I said as I turned around slowly. I gnawed at my bottom lip as I looked down at my body to see the black spider veins almost covering it completely. I felt as his hands took the clasp of my bra and unclasped it; I let it drop to the floor before crossing my arms over my chest to cover it. I wondered what he thought about the spider veins all over me; did he think I looked hideous?
I turned back around and looked at him, a blush enveloping my cheeks, “Do you want me to help you in the tub?” he asked. I pressed my lips into a line and looked at the tub before looking back at him and nodding. He picked me up, the same way as he did before, and gently placed me in the tub. Thankfully he put bubbles so as soon as I was under the water, the bubbles concealed my chest letting me put my hands down. “I’ll be outside the door if you need me.”
After cleaning up as much as I can, I got out of the tub carefully, having recovered after Sam came back and gave me the smoothie, and wrapped a towel around myself before walking into the room to grab my duffle bag. Sam and Dean were at the table eating, not having noticed me come out of the bathroom. I went back and changed into a long sleeved shirt and shorts before walking back out and sitting on the bed. Sam looked over at me before grabbing a cup from the table and walking over, “Here’s the other one I got you.”
I tried my best to smile, still remembering my dream and how we had dated, and took it from him, “Thanks.” I stared down at the cup as I placed it on my lap and gently played with the lid.
“How you doing?” Sam asked making me look up to see that he was still standing over me.
I pressed my lips into a thin line and nodded slowly looking back down to the cup in my hands, “Fine.”
I looked back up when I felt the bed dip in front of me, Sam sitting at the end of my bed, “What was it like?” he asked.
I glanced over at Dean to see that he was staring attentively at me, waiting for an answer; and I definitely couldn’t give him the whole truth. I sighed as I looked back at Sam, “It was pretty great,” I admitted. I tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear and looked over at Dean; “Charlie was alive,” Dean looked down at my words. I looked over at Sam, a sympathetic look on his face, “Your mom was alive.” Sam smiled lightly; I looked over at Dean to see a painful look across his face. I looked back at Sam, “And Jessica.”
“Jessica was there?” Sam asked surprised.
I nodded and smiled lightly, “You guys were together; engaged actually.”
“What about you?” Sam asked curiously.
I pursed my lips and glanced at Dean through my peripherals, “I was happy.” Sam nodded understanding that I didn’t want to explain further. I looked over at the time surprised that it was barely ten p.m. making it still be my birthday. Sam went over and started going through his duffle as I took a long slow sip of my smoothie. I stopped drinking when I watched Sam pulled out a decorated ‘happy birthday’ box from his duffle. “Sam,” I said in a slight warning tone.
He came over with a smile on his face and sat at the foot of the bed as he placed the present in front of me, “Sam…come on. I thought I said no presents. You didn’t need to waste your money on me.”
He shook his head, “It wasn’t a waste. And I wanted to give you this. Just please open it.” I give him an uncertain look before I open the box and remove the tissue paper covering the present to find a new white Samsung tablet. I can’t help but smile at the fact that he gave me my own little mini ‘computer’.
I move the gift aside and bring Sam in for a hug, “Thank you.”
“Just thought you’d want your own way of doing research,” he replied back before pulling away with a smile, “Happy birthday, Bella.”
I grinned at him, forgetting about my dream fantasy for the time being, “Thank you, Sam.” I kissed his cheek before he got up and went over to his bed, a light blush on his cheeks. I placed the tablet on the nightstand by my bed and plugged it in to charge before getting under the covers. Dean was at the table cleaning his gun while Sam took a shower; I lay on my side and looked at Dean clean his gun until I fell asleep.
So not much of a cliffhanger there…but Bella is finally realizing that she’s in love with Dean! Isn’t that awesome?! Although the fact that she doesn’t seem like she wants to tell him kind of sucks ha? Well, let us know what you thought about the whole Djinn “case/episode.” Did you guys like the BEAN moments in this chapter? Let us know your thoughts, opinions, or questions in a comment. If you had a favorite BEAN moment or just a favorite part of the chapter let us know! Hope you enjoyed the chapter and we hope you enjoy your weekend! And don’t forget to check back here for Preview Tuesday!
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good thing Bella got her head on straight. that dream revealed a lot about her own desires though. 🙂
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