April 3rd 1995
Age: 16
I was sleeping, not really, but I was in bed. It was raining out side. I like when it rains at night. It helps me sleep. My head was way too crowded for me to sleep tonight. Why do I keep seeing my dad. It does help it seem like he's still here, and it tells me that he's watching over us, But why am I the only one who can see him. Is it because I was there the day he passed? Can I really see ghost? Is every person I see even alive? Am I a ghost? No.. people can see me.. plus I've never died. I'm insane. Maybe I should see someone. No.. then they would lock me up and tell me I'm crazy... which I already know.
"AALIYAH! ARE YOU SLEEP?" My mom yelled breaking me out of my thoughts.
"NO!" I called back.
"DEAN'S ON THE PHONE," She told me.
I got out of bed and walked into the hallway and took the landline. My mom walked back inside her room giving me my privacy.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey," He said.
"Are you okay?"
"yeah," He said.
Something was wrong. He doesn't call this late, and he never gives off short replies.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I can't say this over the phone," He sighed. I don't think he was talking to me though. I heard a muffled voice in the background. It sounded like his dad. I wasn't sure though, I've only heard his dad's voice one or twice.
There was a small pause before he started talking again.
"I'm around the corner from your house, meet me outside," he told me.
"Okay," I told the boy before I hung up the phone.
I put on a jacket and grabbed an umbrella before I put on some shoes and walked outside, seeing a black 1967 Chevy Impala pulling turning the corner into my street.
I stood on my porch as Dean got out the car. Something was wrong.
"Dean are you okay?" I asked the boy.
"No," he chuckled lightly.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"We're leaving," He told me.
"What?" I heard him perfectly.. but I didn't believe him.
"Duty calls," He shook his head. "I'm gonna miss you," He told me.
"You'll come back right?" I asked the boy trying to hold back the tears in my eyes.
"I hope so," He told me.
"I'll wait for you," I told the boy.
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Meant to be ||| Dean Winchester
FanfictionDean Winchester and Aaliyah Monroe met in high-school. Their small teenage hearts fell in love with one another way to quickly then what it should have. Dean was always moving around though, he told the girl his dad was in the military so they never...
