New Faces
I believe that when you die, you come back as someone else or something else. This might be our first life, or our fifteenth life. Some are so oblivious to so many things because this is there first time on earth, while others know things they've barely heard of. Sometimes the "old souls" will see someone and they have this funny feeling that they have met, or some how know this person, when really, you've never seen them before in your life, or at least this one. When you are an "old soul" you bring things with you to your next life. Markings may follow with you, and appear at the same spot as your previous life. Recognizing someone very strongly may mean that you brought memories of one person that you loved dearly, or someone who was very close to you, like a family member in a previous life, and there they are, standing in front of you, but you never really end up finding out how you know them.
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Sam and Dean made a promise, a promise to meet each other in the next life. How, they did not know. When, they did not know. All they knew was that they would have a binding spell, one that would allow the memory of each other to follow with them, as well as a mark. They both carved a mark on there wrist, so that the marks would look identical. The mark was small, but noticeable to them. They both had the mark of an S, D, and W, mixed together. Sam's was on his right wrist while Deans was on his left. Part of the promise was to die the same time. So if Dean died, Sam would follow, and vice versa. Soon after doing this spell, Sam was killed by a human. Shot in the head by a gang member who had missed his original target, dieing instantly.
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Dillon ran up the soccer field, kicking the ball with him, and keeping it away from the other team. Red hair flying with him, he keeps it up. Nearing the net, he goes to the right and brings his right leg back and, BAM! Hit's the ball, and it's IN! His team wins another game. Panting slightly, he runs back towards the bench to join his fellow cheering teammates.
"Great game guys!"
They all nod and continue shouting. The whole team lifts Dillon up, since he's the captain and he got the winning goal. Laughing, they carry him to his car, where his mother is waiting.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow!"
Hopping into the front seat, he waves goodbye to the team.
"Hey mom!"
"Hey Dill, great game out there, what was the score?"
"I think it was 15-13 us."
"You wanna go out for ice cream?"
"Well I need a shower mom."
He looks over, and then his mom smiles at him.
"Did I ever tell you that you have the most amazing green eye's Dillon?"
"Yes, a million times!"
Nodding, his mom drives off onto the road, heading towards his home. He sits there looking out the window, since he had nothing better to do. Sighing, he looks at the radio. meh, why not listen to some music? Reaching in the glove compartment, he pulls out a tape labeled AC/DC and puts it in. He never really liked it, but for some reason it always made him happy to listen to it.
"I didn't know you liked AC/DC Dillon, why the sudden change?"
"I don't know, I don't like it much, but I feel better listening to it."
Laughing, Dillon's mom focuses back on the road. Looking out the window, he listens to the song and starts mouthing the words. hey, since when did I know AC/DC lyrics? He thinks, then shrugs. Minutes later, there at his house. Running up the steps, he opens the door, kicks off his shoes and heads for his room. Jumping on his bed, he closes his eyes. Tired, he drifts off into sleep.
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"Dean, hurry up! I need to take a shower!"
Sighing, he leans agents the door.
"If you want a shower so bad, some and shower with me! it's not like you haven't seen me naked, and vice versa!"
"Dean, why would I shower with you? It's a small shower!"
"So what? Could be fun."
Laughing, he opens the door and takes off his clothing. Walking the short distance to the shower he opens the curtains and steps in.
"Glad you could join me." Dean smiles his award winning smile.
"it's not as small as I thought it would be"
"Ha, told you so Sammy boy."
Smiling, Sam leans down and kisses Dean.
"I love you Dean."
"I love you too Sammy."
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Jolting up from bed, Dillon looks around the room. a dream….what the HELL kinda dream was that? Shuddering, he gets up and changes his clothing. Walking to the kitchen, he sees that it's only 7:38PM, and how he has no desire being lazy. Taking a cookie from the counter, he heads over to the fridge, and writes a note stating that he's gone for a walk, and that he'll be home no later then 10. typical teenager. His mom would say. Out the door and down the street, he notices that the stars are out. He always loved looking the stars, they made him feel happy. Turning the corner, he trips over a rock, but he doesn't hit the ground, all he feels are 2 strong arms holding him up.
"Whoa you almost fell there buddy, good thing I caught ya! Ha and there's glass on the pavement too."
Looking up, Dillon's eye's are met with hazel ones.
"Thanks."
Laughing, he boy pushes Dillon upright.
"So, what's your name?"
"Dillon, yours?"
"Names Kyle."
Dillon looked at Kyle and smiled.
"Cool."
Kyle looks at Dillon for a second.
"Why you walking alone at night? What are you, 14? 15?"
"I'm 17."
"Oh, I see, and that makes much of a difference." Smiling, he winks at Dillon.
"Meh, old enough. And how old are you?"
"I'm 17 too, but I don't look as young as you."
"Whoa, you look like your 18 or 20."
"Yea, that happens a lot. Dude, your tall, what are you? 6'5?"
"Close, 6'4. I can tell your 6 foot."
"Yep, and that tall enough for me."
"I like being this tall."
Laughing, Kyle looks around.
"So, if your walking alone, wanna walk with me? No harm in having some one to talk to."
"Sure."
They continued walking till about 9, talking about who they were and there interest. Kyle loved bands like Metallica and AC/DC. Dillon loved playing sports and being active. Kyle walked Dillon home.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow eh Dillon?"
"Sure, I don't have any plans."
Nodding, Kyle heads off.
"Bye!"
"Cya Dill."
With that, he heads off into his house. Going to his room, he puts on a random CD. Plopping down onto his bed, he turns up his music so it's blaring. All of a sudden, he couldn't see. Then, it seemed like he was on top of a car hood, looking into the windshield.
Dean looked over at his brother. Sam was sleeping peacefully. Taking a plastic spoon, he carefully places it into Sammy's mouth. Grabbing his cell, he take a snap shot of this funny sight. Hearing the next part in the song coming up, he turns the stereo up louder and sings to it.
"Fire of unknown forces,
Took my baby away!"
Sam wakes up with a jolt and pulls the spoon out of his mouth and spits a little.
"Haha, very funny Dean"
Dillon blinks multiple times while he gets his vision back. what the hell was that? he wonders. Getting up, he walks over to the bathroom and slashes his face with water.
The dram I had was nasty, and now I see those two people again! What's going on with me…?
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A/N: I'm going to stop here! Yea, I know, I know, it's been a while, BUT I finely got my comp. Yeppers! I'll be updating a lot now, I have so many things I wanna write! This one I was gonna make a oneshot, but as you can see im going to have chapters!