Chapter one Supernatural Fanfic 3
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5x4 Fallen Idols Part one
Emma slung a duffel bag over her shoulder, the weight of the knives, guns, and other demon killing objects that she kept with her almost too much to handle. She took one last look at the cheap hotel room, glad to be leaving soon. Hotel rooms like these were where she grew up, one sleazy hotel to the next. She used to travel with her father, Clint Lanning, after her mother walked out on them. Clint used to work as a mythology teacher, mostly teaching college students about pagan gods. Soon Clint became obsessed with finding a real god and dragged Emma across the country to find one when she was only fourteen. Presently, Emma traveled alone. Occasionally she would team up with other hunters for a small amount of time.
Emma made her way to the police station in the small town of Canton to investigate the disappearance of a teen, by Paris Hilton.
"Agent Christi." Emma flashed a fake badge in front of a detective.
"How many FBI guys are they going to call in?" He grunted, "What do you want?"
"I would like to see the bodies of the two victims and any reports that you have." Emma demanded.
"Morgue is downstairs." He handed Emma the reports and got back to his work.
Emma spun around and made her way to the morgue, reading the file on her way. She peaked in the window to see a tall man performing an autopsy.
"Hello." Emma walked in and spoke to the man, "Agent Christi." She held out her hand and smiled with her fakest smile.
"Agent Copland." He smiled at her hand and looked down at the hand he had in the body of the dead man.
"Well, when you finish your autopsy," Emma retracted her hand, still smiling, "You can haul your ass back to wherever you came from."
"That's not going to happen." He made a funny face and pulled out a foreign object from the victim's stomach.
"Give me that." Emma demanded putting on a pair of gloves.
"I've got to go." He put the object into an evidence bag, "But it was nice meeting you Ms. Christi." He pulled off the gloves and walked out of the room.
"Wait!" Emma yelled following him, "I need that."
"You should look over the reports." He stopped and pointed to the file in her hands, "You might find something that we missed."
"We?" Emma raised an eyebrow, "I have a better idea, give me the bag."
"How about no?" He loomed over Emma.
"This goes way over your head, pretty boy." Emma crossed her arms.
"What do you mean?" he took a step away from Emma, "Are you a hunter?"
"Are you?" Emma took a step back.
"Do you know what is killing these people?" He whispered.
"No, I just got here a few hours ago." Emma narrowed her eyes, "What is your real name?"
"Let's not do this here." He put his hand on Emma's back and led her outside, "I'm Sam, over there is my brother Dean." He pointed to a man leaning against a black car.
"My name is Emma." They stood in front of Dean. Emma admired how both brothers seemed to look like Adonis.
"I found some seeds in both of the Vic's stomachs." Sam held out the bag to Dean.
"I hope you washed your hands." Dean made a disgusted face.
"I've never seen them before." Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's comment, "And she is a hunter, by the way."
"Wow, just when I thought you couldn't get any geekier." Dean looked Emma over, "How old are you? Fifteen?"
"Oh that is hilarious." Emma grabbed the seeds out of Sam's hands, "I have never heard that before ever." She examined the seeds.
"Feisty." Dean smiled, "What's your full name?"
"Emma Lanning." Emma handed the seeds back, "Both of the victims were drained, as if something is feeding on them."
"Never heard of you." Dean pulled out his keys, "Must not be a very good hunter."
"Well, I haven't started any apocalypse so I must be better then you are." Emma pulled out her keys, "Thanks for that by the way."
"That's just low." Dean unlocked his car, "You should come with us. Three heads are better than two."
"I will have better luck on my own." Emma saluted them, "It has been a pleasure."
"I bet we find out what it is before you." Sam stepped up to her.
"You really want to bet?" Emma raised an eyebrow.
"Twenty bucks." Sam held up a twenty dollar bill.
"Deal." Emma smiled as Dean and Sam got in their car and shut the door, "By the way," Emma walked up to the window and Sam rolled it down, "Leshii, a mischievous god, used to munch on his fans. The seed came from a forest in Europe. Legend said he could only be appeased with the blood of his warriors and when he drained them he stuffed their stomachs with the seeds." Emma looked around their car and saw a brochure to a wax museum.
"That's just not fair." Sam pulled out the money and slapped it in Emma hand.
"How do we kill it?" Dean asked starting the car.
"Not part of the bet." Emma stuffed the money in her back pocket and walked away. She made her way to the motorcycle her father gave her and drove to the wax museum.
The sun had set when she got to the museum and everybody had left. Emma got off her motorcycle and rummaged through the duffel she strapped onto the back of her motorcycle for an iron axe.
Emma sighed. She always sucked at the killing part. It was the one thing she couldn't do efficiently, due to her small stature. Emma also had a fear of killing the wrong thing. Her father used to do all of the killing while Emma did most of the research.
Emma waited for about an hour, sitting on the side of the building with the axe in her lap.
"Do you think Emma is already here?" Sam asked Dean nodding to a parked motorcycle.
"She didn't strike me as a person who would drive anything other than a smart car." Dean slung his axe over his shoulder.
The two walked into the museum and Emma fought the urge to defend her choice of vehicle.