Fic: Another Kind of Trap

[serafina20]

Title: Another Kind of Trap (14/?)
Author serafina20
Rating R
Spoilers Through Devil's Trap
Summary Sam, Dean, and Rachel continue to suffer at the hands of an injured demon.
Pairing Dean/OFC
Notes Dear God, I hope y'all like Rachel.
Previous Parts
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13



Dean opened his eyes. He felt like shit, and not just because he could feel the tube stuck down his throat. He was exhausted. Empty. Dead inside. No reason to live anymore. Sam was dead. Rachel was dead. Their kid....

Wait. No. That wasn't.... But he remembered it. Noah. Little boy, looked like him. Rachel's eyes. Dead. And Rachel on the bed. Dead. Possessed.

But what... when... why couldn't he remember anything of his life except for death?

"You're awake." Rachel. Palpable relief in her voice.

The bed under him shifted. Her face--young, unscarred, as beautiful as he remembered--hovered over his.

He couldn't talk, but he reached out for her.

"Hey you." She was crying in a quiet way, tears out of the corner of her eyes, nose pink. Voice steady. "You gave us a scare, babe. You shouldn't do that." She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Smoothed back his hair as she entwined their left hands together.

Their rings pressed against one another. Some of the heavy darkness inside him faded.

The doctor came in just then. Checked his vitals. Removed the tube. Talked with Rachel. It was all a blur to Dean, who still wasn't sure what was going on. Still couldn't believe that none of it has been real.

The doctor finally left, leaving him and Rachel alone.

"What happened?" he asked. His throat hurt. Everything hurt. He'd made Rachel turn off the light and close the curtains as soon as the doctor had left since it just made his headache that much worse.

"The demon," she answered. She had a tissue in her hand, wiped her nose every few seconds.

He frowned. Nodded. "You look as bad than I feel."

That got him half a smile, but the tears fell faster. "I haven't slept in almost two days. Ever since... ever since the attack. I can't trust what it'll do and I don't know what to do anymore." Her lower lip trembled.

"Come here."

Shaking all over, Rachel climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside him. "I'm so tired," she whispered.

Dean stroked her hair--tangled again, and not smelling all that hot--and kissed her forehead. "I don't understand. I... I remember us being married. Having a kid. Fighting all the time." He frowned, fingers tightening on her arm. "Both of you dead."

"What was his name?"

"Noah."

She smiled. "Noah. I like that. Noah." Rachel sighed and snuggled against him. "It was all a dream."

"No, it wasn't."

"Yes, it was."

"No."

Rachel pushed herself up. "Dean, do you want it to be real? For me to be dead? Us to be fighting? For our kid..."

"No. No, I don't. But it was..." He broke off, seeing Rachel on the bed again, not wanting to.

"The demon's doing it. He's... I don't know how, but he's using me to make your and Sam's dreams more real."

"How?"

"I don't know how! I just know it's true. The first time, it just sent me to Sam. And it was... and then, I didn't want to. I thought I was just dreaming, so I didn't let myself really dream. I stayed lucid, because Dad always said you can't let your dreams control me."

"Wait, what kind of dream about Sam?"

"It wasn't me," she said, giving him all the answer he needed. "I don't feel like that for Sam, but it's trying to, I don't know. I don't even think it has anything to do with me. It's all about you two, and I'm just... just the... the something. I don't even know."

She was crying hard now. It was hard to understand her.

He put his hand on her cheek. "You saw my dream?"

"No, not really. It had me trapped over in Sam, but I could feel it was horrible. Knew how much it was hurting you, and I just wanted to get free and I couldn't. I c-couldn't and I don't know w-what to do, Dean."

Dean pulled her down again and held her. Trying to think, but it was never his strong suit under the best circumstances. Besides, he was pumped full of drugs right now.

But one thing stuck in his mind. "What about Missouri? What does she say?"

"She was in a car accident. She's in a coma. Real bad head injury."

"Fuck."

She let out a shuddering sob.

"Shhh," he soothed. He rubbed her back. "Did you call your dad?"

"He's not answering his phone. I've left a dozen messages, and I don't know why he's not calling back. And Mom's out of the country again, and my brother is... Dean, I'm scared."

"Hey." He pushed her up. Stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. "You're tired. You need to sleep."

Eyes wide and frightened, Rachel shook her head. "No. No, I can't."

"Yes, you can. You have to. I've got you now. Nothing's going to hurt you."

"You don't know that."

"I do." He took her left hand again. Rubbed his thumb over the ring. "Whatever blessing you got on these things react when they're together. Don't you feel it? Every time we touch, I can feel the... the demon or whatever. That heaviness? It's going away. We're safe together. Maybe when you're with Sam or in the cot over there, the demon can get you, but with me?" He shook his head.

Rachel licked her lips. Lowered her eyes. "I'm just afraid that I'm going to lose you before I've ever had you. That the demon's going to make you stop... wanting to be with me."

Dean shook his head. "That's not going to happen. It can't make me not want to be with you." He pulled her down again. Stroked her hair. "Sleep."

It took awhile. He continued to rub her back, stroke her hair until the tension finally melted from her body.

Once she was asleep, he sighed. Rested his cheek against her hair.

No demon was going to stop him from wanting her. Or caring for her. It'd just make him leave her, for protection. To protect her from him, from the life in his dreams. A life he'd never inflict on either her or their....

Or their son.

Comments

[jainadurron.livejournal.com]

For the record, I love this story, and Rachel's cool. :D

[miconic.livejournal.com]

Dude, you're killing me here.

And, oh, Dean. Gosh, he's easy to woob on :o) Rachel is a good OFC. I like that she has her weaknesses, and yet, she's situationally kickass :oD

So, yes, more please. Thanks for continuing with this :o)

[ohocheese.livejournal.com]

Dean's so cute when he's protective of everyone! Poor Rachel! Can't wait for more. I loooove this story and all the angst you write.

[theactualworst.livejournal.com]

I love this fic!! I was so excited to see another chapter posted :D But the ANGST! It's incredible lol. Can't wait to read more!!

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I just felt like this chapter might be a make or break one. It's so... sobby and romantically inclined. Of course, if anyone's read this far and has a problem with the idea of Dean/Rachel, I guess it woulda occured to them by now to stop reading. So it's just me being insecure.

Thank you!

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

And, oh, Dean. Gosh, he's easy to woob on :

He really is. The character is so wonderful to watch and to write. I just love him so much.

Rachel is a good OFC. I like that she has her weaknesses, and yet, she's situationally kickass :

Thank you!! Always nice to hear. :)

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

I love writing angst. It's so fun.

Thanks for the feedback!

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

I'll try to post more soon, I promise! Thank you so much. :)

[jainadurron.livejournal.com]

If they've managed to get this far and suddenly go, "Wait, this is Dean/Rachel?!", they have issues. :P I could tell it was going Dean/Rachel from the first in the series. :D

[eithne-erin.livejournal.com]

Oh no! Dean, you better not being thinking of Leaving For Her Own Good! Don't you know that never ends well? She'll inevitably get caught up in some kind of even Worse Danger and you'll have to come back and rescue her and oh god I have read far too many romance novels haven't I? Oh well, what can I say. Incorrigible romantic? Anyway, can't wait for the next chapter!