Glitter & Rock 'n Roll
This is the original "Ember." I already have close to 450 pages written in a notebook so hopefully updates will be pretty easy.
I thought of changing her name, and I did, for the reason of clearity, so if you see "Ember" instead of "Emmeline" don't be confused. (I would like to thank SuzSinger for encouraging me to type this out, along with Lady Gaga's incredible song lyrics which inspired the title.) (Not Wincest!)
I don't own Supernatural.
Northern Wyoming
June 9th, 1991
As they walked down the hall, guns out, and senses on high alert, John and Dean Winchester rounded the corner to find…nothing.
"What the hell?" Dean breathed out in disbelief. They had seen the strange man in the overcoat turn here, where there was a dead end. "You saw that thing's wings…think maybe it flew out?"
"To where? There's a window." John stood up, never letting his senses dull, and looked his son in the eye, "Alright, let's get back to your brother; that waitress is probably tired of him by now."
Dean grinned, knowing his father was right. In a hurry, chasing after the winged freak, they had left little six year old Sammy alone in the diner they had previously been eating at.
"Think maybe it was a shape shifter, or a witch of some sort?" Dean whispered as they stuffed there guns into their waste bands.
Dean, being a ten year old boy, had already learned how to shoot, aim, and do just about anything with a gun that you could possibly do. He wanted to be just like dad, always following his every order.
"Not like any I've ever seen."
As they walked back into the diner the frazzled waitress gave them a dirty look, warning them not to do that ever again, least they wanted to die by her hands.
John looked over at his boys now that they were all once again seated in the booth, inspecting their clothes and posture. "Dean, sit up straight. You're supposed to set an example for your brother."
"Yes, sir." Dean cut his eyes at Sam before sitting up into a better position, knowing that his little brother wasn't watching his posture.
"Hey, dad…you think you can take us on your next hunt?" Dean added hopefully. He knew that, on occasion, he and Sam would go on hunts. They were always something small, but it was better than being stuck in a hotel room for days on end.
"Hmm," and that's all she wrote.
Hotel in Memphis, Tennessee
Same Day, 1991
The sound of a gun cocking could be heard from across the empty shopping center parking lot. A red headed woman and her child ducking behind an 83' Camaro as bullets riddled the car.
The blood of the now dead father slowly reached them on the pavement, staining the little girls' jeans and hands. "Momma!" She whispered, handing over another round of ammo to the determined woman next to her, "I think you made them angry."
"Hush, now, Emm. Everything's gonna be alright!" She said, handing her daughter a business card, "You remember what we rehearsed?" She nodded, "Okay. Is your bullet proof vest strapped on tight?"
She looked down at her daughter, the shining light in darkness of disaster. "I need you to keep it on, no matter what. Run as fast as you can to safety and hide! Remember, baby, I'll always love you."
The little girl hugged her mother, fastened the Velcro of the vest tighter, and made a run for it.
A flash of yellow made her finally realize that this would be the last time she'd belong to anything.
She ran and ran until the charm protected phone booth came into view, the lines she'd memorized a million times over gracing her lips. Now that she was to speak them to someone it made her nervous.
Finally she stepped into the booth, lifting the receiver to her ear, holding it there with her shoulder. She looked at the business card nine times as she dialed the area code and number.
Taking a deep breath, she waited until the man she needed picked up the phone, she repeated the lines again. "Hello, Singer Salvage Yard?"
Her voice shook, "Yes, is this Bobby Singer?" She could feel the salty tear leaving marks on her cheeks.
"Yeah, who's askin'?" The gruff voice sounded horrible to her tiny ears.
"Hello, my name is Emmeline Caldwell, and my parents have been murdered." She resided perfectly for a six year old. Just like her mother taught her.
It would be wonderful if you reviewed. Tell me if you like it and if I should continue. And, I know, it's a selfish bitch move to name a character after myself: eat me.