Dec. 23rd, 2016

nazariblu: (Salt)
Title:Dreaming of You
Giftee:Bluefire986
Gifter:Nazarivega
Pairing/Characters:Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Word count/Medium:1,000
Rating:Pg-13
Warnings:Drug use,Gender Swap
Summary:When you spend your whole life in a dream with that one perfect person and finally open your eyes and realize it was all real.









“Wake up, Sleepyhead.”
What a nice dream, I thought. Face to face with this gorgeous man in my bed. The blonde highlights in his brown hair glowed, backlit by the morning sun.
“You promised me a picnic today, and it’s nearly 11:00.”
Wait. I knew this man. It was Jensen from McClellian high school. I had a huge crush on him, but I never asked him out. I was always too shy. Then I noticed his wedding ring. I glanced at my left hand. Yes! Matching rings.
He placed his hand on my chest and smiled. “Last night was amazing.”
Oh, my God. We made love last night? I tried to remember it. How could I forget it?! Don’t overreact, I thought. Be cool. Don’t wake yourself up. This is too good. “Yes, it was. Fantastic.”
“Well, let’s get going. We can pack the lunch together. It’ll be fun.”
Great, I thought. I’m all in. But my body felt heavy. I couldn’t move. My eyes began to close.
“Honey?”
I couldn’t help it. I was falling asleep. No! I don’t want to…
I have no idea how long I was asleep. But when I felt myself waking up, I began to get excited. The picnic. With my incredible husband, Jensen. My eyes were open, but everything looked blurry.
“Finally. I thought you’d never wake up.”
Jensen’s voice sounded funny like he suddenly got a really bad cold. When my vision cleared, I was shocked to see—a woman. A bum in ragged clothing lying in bed with me. All at once I inhaled her rancid breath and recoiled in disgust. “Who are you? And where the hell is Jensen?”
“Great. Now you don’t even know my name. We’ve been together for nearly a year, and you don’t even know who I am. That’s pathetic, man.”
I wanted to kick her out of my bed. Or find a pistol or call the police. But I couldn’t do any of those things. I couldn’t move. And my eyes were closing.
The next time, I was afraid to open my eyes. But the sweet fragrance in the air gave me hope.
“Hey, Baby. You’re not trying to back out on our picnic, are you?”
My eyes popped open. There he was. Just as before. “Of course, not, Sweetie.” This time I would not fall back to sleep. I hopped out of bed. “I’m ready to go.”
“Okay. But you might want to get dressed first.”
“Right.”
“It’s gonna be a perfect day,” he said.
“Yes, it is.” I walked into the bathroom, so happy to be awake. To be walking around. I was good now. And this was not a dream. It was real. What a life.
Then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked kinda funny. My skin looked soft. I rubbed my hand across my face. Why was it so smooth? Where were my morning whiskers? And when had I let my hair grow past my shoulders?
I turned on the light to get a better look. I had breasts! “No!”
“What’s the matter, Honey?”
“I’m a woman!”
“And you just now realized it?”
I don’t know whether I fell back to sleep or fainted. But I awoke to something hitting the bottom of my foot. The bottom of my shoe. Why was I wearing shoes in bed?
Then I realized I wasn’t in bed. I was lying in an alley next to a dumpster.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a handful of crumpled bills. The woman bent down and took the money out of my hand, and replaced it with a small baggie. I held it up to my eyes. Drugs?
Was this my real life? Sleeping on cold concrete in a stinky alley with my fellow druggies? No husband, no home, no bed?
The woman grinned at me. “Enjoy.”
“No!” I threw the baggie at her. “Get away from me!”
Suddenly, my body was sucked up into a tornado, and then abruptly spit out. At least that’s what it felt like. I was dizzy, disoriented.
The young girl leaned in. “Be cool, man. No problem.” She put the baggie into her jacket pocket and walked away.
I looked around and thought, what is this place? My head began to clear. It was my high school prom. Wait. Now it was coming back to me. Earlier that night I had taken some pills. I got them from that girl—the one who just offered me the baggie. Some of the popular crowd were doing it, so I thought, why not? How stupid. I decided it was time for me to go home.
I turned around and bumped into a boy, causing him to spill his drink everywhere. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he said, checking his white dress shirt. “I don’t think any of it got on me.”
When he looked up at me, I got a lump in my throat. It was Jensen. I felt my face turn red. He put his hand on my arm and smiled. “Really. It’s okay.”
It was now or never. “Hey…you want to…”
“to…dance?”
What was I doing? Every kid in the room was probably watching, seeing me make a fool of myself.
“Sure,” he said.
And that one word changed my life forever.
**********
“Wake up, Sleepyhead.”
I opened my eyes to see my gorgeous husband, Jensen, lying in bed with me.
“You promised me a picnic today.”
Five years ago I dreamed this scene. It was exactly like this.
I grinned. “And a picnic you shall have, Baby.”


THE END

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