Breathe Me A Memory

It wasn't so windy tonight. The sun had already disappeared behind the horizon, spraying its final blast of colors in the sky before disappearing behind a black canvas. The moon was out, big and bright, casting a blue glow to everything. The sea was deserted, as he had hoped. The waves were calmer, not so violent, gently splashing against the sand.

Dean laid down in the soft white sand, relaxing for a moment; just enjoying the peacefulness of the ocean and the shining of the few stars that were out. He propped himself up on his elbows, staring out into the dark depths of the ocean. Something about tonight felt like déjà vu to him. He thought about it long and hard, trying to figure out why on earth tonight felt so familiar.

That's when it hit him; it was the night he met her. The girl he'd been dreaming about so some time now. He just couldn't place her in his life until tonight. She hadn't been some girl of his imagination, she'd been real. He had a feeling she was more than an acquaintance, a friend or something closer even, but he wasn't at all sure. He hadn't even seen her around the academy, so for all he knew she really was just a figment of his imagination.

Dean sat up, punching the sand angrily before collapsing on his back once again. It was hopeless, the girl probably didn't even exist, and he'd probably just keep dreaming about her in the weirdest situations; going on some sort of hunt that he knew noting about. maybe it would just be easier for him to give up all hope. She didn't exist.

Dean groaned in annoyance, punching the ground once again, his fists sinking slightly in the sand. He wouldn't be able to let this go. He closed his eyes and there she was, always. He could not deny the fact that she could be real, that they have met. Faint footsteps could be heard slapping the wet sand not too far away form where Dean was laying. He turned his head to the direction to see who dare approach him at all, even by accident.

It was a girl, she had to be about the same age of Dean; a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and soft white hair blowing in the light breeze. He sat up in the sand, looking more carefully at the stranger. The face, the hair, it looked so familiar. Could it be?

He had to be dreaming.

Dean rubbed his eyes, even slapped himself to make sure he was wide awake. Could it truly be the very girl he'd been dreaming about? She was actually real? He quickly pulled himself up, brushing the sand off of his clothes, and slowly made his way towards the girl. He planned to go right up to her and ask her if he looked at all familiar, but the moment he neared her, his voice got caught in his throat. She was definitely the girl he'd been dreaming about. There was not way he'd be able to just straight up ask her, it wouldn't come out.

Dean took a deep breath, shoved his hands in his pockets and just said whatever came out. "So, is the water cold?"

The girl was hesitant, as was Dean. It had to be her, she even sounded like her. Their eyes met, and although hers seemed quite distant, he felt closer than ever. He could feel her name burning the tip of his tongue; it was driving him mad not being able to remember. Even in the dreams, any time her name would come up, it was as if someone had muted the sound at the very moment. And that's when she said it.

Selia.

He knew now more than ever that she was the very same girl he'd been dreaming about. No doubt about it. Selia. Selia. Dean could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but he had to remain calm. He took a few deep breaths, trying hard to gather his thoughts. "Selia." he breathed. "I'm Dean." He clenched his fists within his pockets; he had to ask her eventually, why not just get it over with."Um...do I look at all familiar to you, Selia?" Dean bit his bottom lip, almost about o break down from his nerves. He'd never been so nervous with anyone before, but Selia was different. Much different.

His faced flinched slightly as Selia brushed the tips of her fingers to his cheeks, across his lips. Dean closed his eyes as she did this, a strange sense of relaxation coming over him. It felt so familiar, as if she'd done it many times before. When she mumbled those words, Dean's face fell, staring down at the small tide that brushed against their feet. He was almost certain that they knew each other. "I too, am sorry. I had hoped you were someone else."

Dean looked away as Selia began to walk away; he couldn't bear to see her again, knowing that she wasn't the one. He was surprise to hear her voice once more, to get to know him. Dean turned his head in her direction, and there she was looking back at him a few feet away. Even though she was not the girl he could not get out of his head, a part of him still felt hope that she was.

He walked over to where she stood and took a seat on the soft sand, motioning her to join him. "So would I."

Dean listened to Selia, feeling truly sorry for her. Sure, he did not know her in the slightest - even though part of him felt differently - but in some way he could relate to her. Though his memory wasn't completely gone like Selia's, he still had several holes in his memory, having no idea how it happened.

"Well," Dean began, though he paused for a moment to consider what he was going to say next. He wasn't actually sure how to make friends. Of course, he wasn't an expert, being that he had very few, but decent, friends. "I suppose it's like getting to know someone. You find out things about them and when you discover certain things of interest, you talk about those. Sometimes people will just, kinda, click and gain instant friendship, while others take some time." he took a breath, wondering what exactly he had just said. "Do you understand? Or did I just confuse everything up for you?" Dean added, looking over to Selia, laughing slightly.