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[deaneverafter]

In a Million Memories

By Anastasie Denholm

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Everlie (OFC)

Chapter summary: Dean deals with a rainy day at the fire station, and ponders everything that's been happening.

Warnings: angst, loneliness, firefighter Dean, if that counts 🔥

Length: 561 words

Songs: I Made a Lovers Prayer by Gillian Welch, Foolish Love by Allman Brown

Series Table of Contents

Chapter Seven: I Made a Lovers Prayer

Dean woke up and felt more exhausted than he had going to bed. After his midnight revelation about his dreams, he thought he’d be able to have some peace. But the dreams hadn’t stopped. They kept coming. Dreams of old cases, flooding him with all those feelings again, dreams he couldn’t remember.

He didn’t know what to make of it. He kept trying to figure it out, but he had no answers. Could there have been a separate timeline, an altered one he’d left behind? Like the time Balthazar had prevented that ship from drowning and it had had severe consequences. Was there a world where he hadn’t had to shoulder everything alone, where someone loved him as much as whoever had taken those photos loved the Dean in them? That makes no sense, he shook his head. He was clearly too tired to even think.

He gulped down coffee as he drove to the fire station, his second cup of the morning. Do you dream of the ghost that one day you will become, for a thousand years, one thousand years? The voice from the CD crooned, and he thought that it was as if he was chasing a ghost.

He turned into the parking lot. It was starting to rain, but lightly. It would be a slow day, which was maybe a good thing. Maybe he’d have time for a nap. I made a lovers prayer. Then watched the sky, then wanted to cry. It’s only you and I. And how I try. Sang another voice, before getting cut off as he exited the car.

He logged in and, in the absence of any calls, sat down to eat the sandwich he’d picked up on the way in. He liked to cook his own meals these days, but this morning, he’d just been too tired. Another half an hour went by without a call, some of the other guys playing cards. He opted to lay down on the couch in the back instead, hoping some sleep would shake the tiredness. He put his headphones on and closed his eyes. In the night I whisper your name, wait for you to appear. In the night I hold you to me, and wait for you to appear.

When he woke, shaken awake by one of the other firemen, he realized his sleep hadn’t been as dream free as he’d hoped. But the dreams seemed clearer now. He thought he saw a mess of chocolate curls out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned his head, there was no one there, as he’d known there wouldn’t be. There weren’t any brunette firewomen at the station who kept their hair like that. Anyway, he’d known it wasn’t someone who was actually there. Because as he got ready to head out, he kept seeing a face, on the edges of his thoughts. A woman’s face. He didn’t know who she was, but he tried to place her. I love you, his heart said and startled him. He didn’t know her. He knew he’d forget all about her by the time he was fully awake. Like he kept forgetting. If he could just put a name to her face, maybe he wouldn’t forget. Maybe.

Foolish love. He heard the words as he took out his headphones and headed to the truck.

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