Don't Go Eating My Heart

Dean's Dream

IMPORTANT
This chapter is a dream. It is an actual dream that Dean is having, but it is just a dream and not real. This never happened. In this dream Dean is around 14 years old

This is an original chapter and hopefully should not contain any spoilers. I am not responsible for any spoilers in the comments.

The roar of the impala cut off as the keys were rotated, but left in the ignition. Dean turned in the leather seat to look at his dad.

"Go drop the bags in our room and then grab some snacks from the gas station down the street. I'm heading to the diner to talk to some witnesses."

"Yes sir."

He hopped out of the car and grabbed the duffel before heading for motel room number 8.

"Dean!" Immediately he turned back to look at his dad. "Don't forget the ghost pepper jerky!"

Dean nodded his head before turning back towards the room. The engine started up again and the car drove away as Dean opened the motel room door. He sighed heavily as he glanced around the room. Another dingy motel room that they would be in for about a week before moving onto the next one. That was his life. Sammy currently had the flu, so he was staying with Bobby while he and his dad worked this case.

A woman had been found dead at a diner and the one security camera had a "camera flare" so the killer couldn't be IDed. John was going to check out the diner to see if he could find anything else at the scene of the crime and figure out what exactly they were hunting.

Dean tossed the duffel onto the closest bed before walking out of the room and locking the door. His converse scuffed into the pavement  as he walked to the gas station that was about a block down the road. He had been helping his dad with hunting more recently, but for the investigation part he wasn't quite old enough to help.

The bell above the gas station door dinged as Dean walked in. He glanced around before walking down the middle aisle and stopping at the end to look at the jerky. His heart beat sped up slightly as he didn't see any ghost pepper jerky. John was not going to be happy if Dean didn't bring any back. Dean inwardly sighed and moved onto the chips.

As he grabbed a bag of Doritos, he glanced over and saw a girl with caramel hair pulled back into a braid that fell onto her right shoulder. She looked to be about 12 or 13, just a year or two younger than him. And if his 14-year old brain was being honest, she was kind of pretty. The girl felt his stare on her and she looked over at him with gray eyes.

"Hi." The smallest smile came onto her face as she looked at him.

"Uh... hey." Dean quickly went back to looking at the chips, pretending that she hadn't just caught him staring at her.

"I'm Marley."

He looked back over at her to see her readjust her snacks so that she could stick her hand out for him to shake. His eyes caught on the silver packaging of something in her arms.

"Dean." He shook her hand and was pleasantly surprised that she didn't shake like a 70 year old woman. "I see you got some jerky."

Marley glanced down and pulled out the package from her other snacks.

"Yeah. Ghost pepper jerky." She grinned at him. "It's super hot, but it's good."

Dean's jaw flexed as he debated what to say. "Yeah my dad loves that stuff too. I was actually hoping to get him some, but they're out."

He said it casually, hoping that she would take the hint. And she did, just not in the way he wanted.

Her face fell, sure that he had only talked to her to get the jerky. "Maybe a different gas station will have more."