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Chapter One
.He didn't care that he was alone; if Sammy wanted to miss out, that was on him. Dean, however, was going to Pig out, ride a bunch of the rides and play the games until the fair closed. Dean paid for his ticket into the fairgrounds walking around the pavilion. Checking out all the different booths stopping to watch demonstrations of products he was never going to buy. Dean stopped at the beef jerky booth buying a few different flavors before heading outside. The mixture of scents was overwhelming at; first the Sweet Scent of funnel cakes and warm dirt with hints of hay took him back to the first time their parents had brought him and Sammy to the fair, remembering that It was not as fun as It should have been. Dean Wasn't going to Let that memory bring him down, he laughed to himself as he passed the food stand that sold falafels, remembering The time Sam had bought some try to convince Dean that they were better than meatball not that he would ever admit to another living soul that he did in fact like the dish.
He got in line for the scrambler, thinking that rides before food would be a good idea.. when he heard someone calling his name, looking around, he didn't see anyone he knew shaking the feeling of uneasiness he went and got a beer and garlic fries. Dean sat down at the nearest table. Watching all the people walking by, he pulled out his phone checking his messages, only one from Sam saying he was staying at Eileen's and not waiting for him. As Dean read the message, he had felt that he had already read it; he furrowed his brow putting his phone back into his pocket. When he finished his fries, he gathered up his trash, placing it in the bin before heading over to the games. Stopping at the dart-throwing gaming, he looked around, hearing his name again followed by beeping.
“You gonna throw?” the game attendant asked, pulling Dean from his thoughts.
Dean looked up at the man, "Yeah, sorry," He said, throwing the final dart missing the red balloon. looking around again, hearing the strange sounds.”Do you hear that?" Dean continued to look around, walking away before the man had a chance to answer.
The sound was getting louder, Almost deafening as Dean Stumbled out of the game area. He was sticky sweat began pouring down his face. Dean finally made it to the bathroom. Catching himself on the sink, he turned on the water, Splashing his face a few times before turning the water off; keeping his eyes closed, he took a deep breath blowing it out as whatever it was that he was feeling started to subside. Opening his eyes, Dean looked in the mirror, Jumping back when he saw blood b-dripping from a wound on his forehead. He reached up, touching the spot he didn't feed anything. Looking at his hand, there was nothing; Dean looked at his hand and then back at the mirror; his face was clean, no_blood, no cut.
"What in the fuck was in that beer?” Dean questioned, touching his forehead again to make sure he wasn't going insane.
He left the restroom, still touching the spot on his head that he saw the blood. His blood ran cold as he looked around; there was no one around. No kids screaming, the rides had stopped, the smell of fried food gone like it never happened. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, trying to call his brother; he had no signal.
“What the fuck is going on?’ Dean asked out loud, looking around as he headed back to the pavilion, hoping they could get out that way.
The doors were open; he walked through the hall blanching at the stench of cleaning products, the smell stung his nose. He hurried through, finally making it to the exit only to be thrust back by some kind of forcefield. He shook it off, getting up and moving closer, careful this time reaching out with his hand to touch it. Again, the electricity stung his fingertips. He pulled his hand away. Dean sighed, turning and heading back outside to see if this invisible fence was all around.
“Hello?” a gravelly voice yelled out of nowhere.
“Hello?” Dean called back. He saw a man running towards him.
The man stopped halfway to him breathing heavily, “Thank God, I thought I was all alone,” he said.
Dean was a bit taken back. The man was handsome, “Do you know where everyone went?” he asked, hoping the man knew.
The man shook his head, saying he went to the bathroom, and when he came out, everyone was gone, Dean nodded, saying the same thing happened to him. He told the man about the force field over the door and how it knocked him back. The man groaned, saying it must be around all of the grounds. The same thing happened when he tried to go through the gates by the game area.
"Son of a bitch," Dean yelled, "There has to be a way out of here; they can't keep us locked in here forever."
"Maybe someone will come back. Search the grounds; they Can't leave us in here!" the man replied, a bit of panic in his voice.
"I'm Dean," He said, introducing himself.
"Jimmy, " the man replied, holding out his hand.
The sound of beeping started up again. Dean Winced Clutching his chest, he could hardly hear Jimmy talking to him over the racket in his ears. He stumbled as Jimmy helped him to the closest bench. Still, gripping his chest and breathing heavily as he sat down attempting to catch his breath and answer all of the Other man's questions about What was wrong? If he had any medical conditions, he should know about? Which was a strange question in Dean's mind. He shook his head,, saying he was as healthy as a horse ninety percent of the time; he was thinking it might have been from the forcefield knocking him down. Jimmy nodded.
"You need to wake up!"
"What?" Dean asked, confused by what Jimmy had said
" I didn't say anything," Jimmy answered.
Dean stood up, telling his companion not to worry about it; he heard weird stuff. Jimmy looked at him, worry across his face. Dean told him not to worry. He wasn't insane, just having a rough day.
"Do you think anyone else is around?" Jimmy asked, following Dean as he attempted to find an exit.
Dean shrugged, saying he had no clue but hopefully, if there was, they would come across them. Jimmy agreed as they made their way to where the livestock was normally kept.
"Dean, please. You..."
Dean looked around, not saying anything to his companion, not wanting to scare him off. They walked into the barn where the 4-H kids kept their sheep that were to be auctioned off. Not a trace that the animals had ever been there.
"I don't understand what the hell is going on," Dean mumbled, walking to where the Other animals were supposed to be again with no traces of animals or humans.
JJimmydidn't say anything when Dean asked if anything weird had happened to him while he was in the bathroom, the other man Just Stared at him. His face blurred and changing much to Dean's horror; he backed away, holding his hands up as Jimmy moved forward, asking what was wrong, his voice distorted, following Dean as he tried to get away.
" Stay away from me!" Dean yelled as he ran back through the barn.
Dean looked around, and it was nighttime. When he went into the barn, it was sunny bright, the perfect fair day; now it was dark and cold, the moonlight barely visible behind the clouds. Dean yelped when he felt Something tug on his sleeve, "Sammy?" he asked, looking down at the small bay.
"Come on," Sammy said, running away.
"Sam! wait!" Dean yelled, running after the small boy.
Dean chased after his younger brother, heading into a part of the fairgrounds he had never seen; he followed into a large building stopping when a screen appeared out of nowhere. Looking around, he was in a theater, he remembered this theater, in particular, was the one his mom would take him on their outings together.
"Dean, you are going to miss the movie," his mom called out from the middle row.
He smiled, walking over to the woman sitting down next to her, " Hey, What are you doing here?" he asked. Dean's Mom had died when he was a teenager. So it didn't make sense that she would be there.
" I am watching the movie," his mom replied.
Dean cleared his throat, "Mom? You know you're dead, right?" he asked.
His mom smiled, nodding and pointing to the screen. Dean looked a younger version of his parents holding a baby leaning down; he saw himself about four years old; he smiled at the memory of seeing his baby brother for the first time. Then, the image change to the first time he rode a bike; the images were highlights of his life, the good, the bad, and everything in between; he smiled again, spotting his boyfriend his smile fell when he realized that he was crying.
"Am I... Am I, "He couldn't bring himself to say the words
" Not yet. That's up to you," mom answered.
"I'm not ready," Dean said in a panic."I still have s.tuff to do. But, Cas and I, we are getting married!"
"Then leave," his Mom said like it was a simple thing to do.
Dean rubbed his face in frustration; he had been trying to leave. Everything was confusing. The beeping sound was getting loud again, and he couldn't focus on what his mom was saying. It sounded a bit like following the light or looking into the light. Everything he had heard about dying, the light was the last place he wanted to go.
“Please, wake up.”
“Cas?” Dean yelled, finally being able to make out the voice, “Cas, where are you?” he called out, trying to find him.
“I need you, Dean, we need you, please come back to me,” Cas whispered, the words barely audible, but Dean knew who it was.
Dean looked at his mom; she gave him a nod and a soft smile; he ran out of the theater, yelling for Cas, telling him to keep talking. He was trying to find him.
“I am so sorry,” Cas said.
What was he sorry for? Dean rubbed his head, trying to remember what happen, how the fuck he was trapped hearing Cas but not seeing him. The images flooded his brain, sending him to his knees.
“This is bullshit Cas, and you know it!” Dean yelled, pointing a finger at his boyfriend.
Cas sighed, looking over at Dean, “it's what my mother wants, and I told her I would talk to you,” he replied.
“Whatever, she has taken over everything else, why not this too? Hell, let's invite her on the honeymoon!” Dean's sarcasm wasn't lost on Cas.
Dean rubbed his head as the images faded. He could still hear Cas talking, telling him how sorry he was if he had been paying attention; it was all his fault. He shook his head, saying it was his fault he should have been more open-minded, not so quick to anger. He spotted the theater doors, a flashing red sign that said exit on it; he carefully made his way over, not wanting to get shocked again. This time there was nothing. When he touched the handle giving it a good push, he was engulfed in blinding white light.
He groaned. Everything hurt. Dean tried to open his eyes,, but the light was blinding; there was again that annoying beeping.
“Cas?” Dean asked, his voice hoarse from not using it. Then, he felt someone grab his hand.
“I'm right here,” Cas replied, his gruff voice filled with relief.
“What,” Dean coughed, drinking down a small amount of cold water when he felt a straw against his lips, “What happened?” he asked slowly, opening his eyes as they adjusted to the bright light coming through the window.
“I'm gonna get the nurse,” Cas said, kissing his forehead.
Dean held tight to Cas’s hand, pulling him back, “I'm sorry,” he croaked out. He wasn't sure what he was sorry for, but he felt it was important to say to Cas.
Cas was about to reply when the nurse walked in, “Look who is awake, I'm Jimmy, your nurse,” the man said, looking at the monitor.
Dean looked up, “Nice to meet you.”
The nurse did the usual run through asking Dean how he felt; he said like he was hit by a truck which no one found funny; the truth was Cas and Dean were arguing about the wedding when Cas drove through a red light, not paying attention and a pick up plowed into the passenger side of the car.
“So I died?” Dean asked, the confusion clear in his voice.
“Yeah, a few times we had to shock you,” Jimmy replied as he took Dean's temperature.
Dean nodded, looking up at Cas, “Can we elope?”
Cas laughed, “yeah, we can.”