The Journey

OK so I may have lied about not doing a Supernatural story for a while, but I'm addicted! So please enjoy the first chapter of my new story "The Journey". This continues on from "A Passion of Lust", and hopefully you'll enjoy this...or at the very least read it! Either way Thanks for flicking onto this page..

Previously On Supernatural : Emma's parents were killed by a demon in the most unfortunate of ways (A new stranger). Rounding up the cavalry Dean and Sam come to the rescue of the fair maiden...and break into her friends house so they can prove she was behind the attack...Demon is defeated and the two Winchesters agree to escort said maiden to her uncles in California (A Passion of Lust). Unfortunately the big beasty wasn't quite finished with Emma, And the only way to summon it? Committing act's of the intimate sorts. Step in Dean. Followed by big beasty saying buh-bye. Then comes... "The Journey"... Enjoy!

"Come on man, how much more evidence do you need? You wanna wait till you catch him standing over his next victim?", Dean interrogated.

"You know that's not what I meant", Sam responded, "I just don't think we have enough to pin it on this guy".

"Oh please, we've went after weaker leads than this". Dean, looking particularly pissed grabbed his keys and headed for the motel room door muttering to himself. Sam realising he was leaving to chase his theory, followed close behind, giving advice as he went. The door slammed shut, echoing a deafening silence into the empty room. Well almost empty.

Sitting on the bed, Emma's hands hovered above the keys of her laptop. She stared toward the window as she heard the Impala's engine start up, and continued staring until the car noise faded away. Once again silence surrounded her.

It was something Emma had grown used to the past week. In fact, it was the most animated she had seen Dean since they started this case. In fact, even since...well...the 'incident'. Suspended in motion, Emma sat thinking to herself for a few moments, lost in her own thought's.

Unaware of how much time had passed, Emma only moved when she began to grow cold. She set her laptop aside and stood up, heading towards the dresser to grab a sweater. A cold blast of air washed over her. Spinning round so fast, she was sure she got whiplash, Emma scanned the room. Even she had found it hard to believe she could grow more sinister, but somehow it had happened. A bump in the night was no longer just a bump in the night. Floor boards creaking could no longer be rationalised. And cold blasts of air in an otherwise draught free room...

Becoming more determined to finish her project, Emma walked back over to her laptop. Making a database of demons and how they could be stopped was not an easy task. In fact, for Emma's level of concentration and dedication it was a highly ambitious task. Fortunately she had the help of the brothers journal. Or their MIA fathers journal. Either way, it had been a great help. Well in some ways at least.

The, now what must have been hundreds of demons she had catalogued had made her hard, closed off. Trust issues didn't even cover this one. This was borderline psychotic paranoia. The white screen glared in her eyes, and Emma realised how tired she was. It had been an emotion filled few weeks and she barely felt like she had time to rest. Or time to deal with it all. Saving the nights progress, Emma shut down the pc and placed it on her bedside unit. Lying back on the pillows, she could feel her eyelids becoming heavy. She fighted to keep them open as long as possible, but soon drifted off into a deep sleep.

She was in a dark room, cold, possibly raining as she remembered being wet. Fear. It was all around her. Thickening the atmosphere like a dense fog that you couldn't see through. But whose was it? She felt herself slipping away. Life de solving from her lungs.

Jumping up in bed, Emma looked around the room. Breathing hard and fast, she untangled the bedsheets from around her waist. The dream she had just been having was fading fast. Laughing to herself, Emma thought it was no wonder she felt trapped. The sheet had twisted itself into a rope, pinning her arms and legs to her body. She untangled it just in time for the two brothers to barge in through the door.

The large grins spread across both their faces was enough evidence on how the hunt went. But even so she asked anyway. Last time she forgot to ask and Dean went in a huff with her for 2 hours, complaining about how Emma didn't seem to care that much about their safety blah blah blah...

"So? Everything all good?", She asked. Dean let out a loud cheer.

"Oh hell yeah. We sent that bitch back to whatever hell it came from", he said, spreading out on the faded chair in the corner of the room. Dean turned to look at Sam, obviously still gloating. "What did I tell you Sammy-boy. Just listen to your big brother". Sam just rolled his eyes, still euphoric about the fact that they could do their part and send more supernatural scum back to wherever it was they came from. He sat down on the bed across from Emma and paid more attention to her.

"Hey, you OK? You look a little flushed", he said softly. Emma just smiled back at him.

"Bad dream", she said. Sam's brow furrowed with concern.

This wasn't the first time Emma had woken up during the night with bad dreams. In fact it had been happening more and more recently. At first Sam had put it down to stress, not getting to properly mourn the loss of her parents, moving across country to live with family – which Sam had the distinct impression that Emma was not looking forward to, what with the amount of detours she had encouraged – and, probably the worst, the discovery of demons. But now...especially since they seemed to be getting worse. The other night Sam found Emma sleepwalking at three in the morning. And this 'demon diary' that she was putting together definitely wasn't helping.

All at once Emma could see all the worries pass over Sam's face.

"Hey, its cool. All I need is to relax before I go to sleep. Learn to turn the brain off every once in a while", she said laughing. It wasn't only Sam's concern for her that made Emma want to change the subject. The blank, yet probing look on Dean's face was making her uncomfortable. Despite Sam's protests, Emma insisted she didn't want Dean to know about this one. She lied to herself, saying she didn't want Dean to know as she didn't want both brothers fussing over her. But in reality it was she was still stinging from the pain that Dean left. The night was left up in the air and eventually swept under the carpet. Both trying to act as if nothing had ever happened. Truth was, Emma was angry. She felt as if she had been used by Dean just to score their next kill. She didn't feel like he deserved to be in on this, not something as personal. Honestly, she didn't feel like her and Dean would ever be close again- emotionally or otherwise – because Emma sure as hell couldn't trust him as far as she could throw him right now. And thinking about that for a moment let all the anger devolve into something else. Something that went much deeper. It was a longing, an aching even, that hurt so bad she felt as if she had actually suffered physical pain. But now all the tears from this had dried up and left her wary. Unable to open up to the warmth some people could offer. Well except from Sam. Emma had noticed that they seemed to be getting on better recently. Not that they didn't get on before, just they were now noticing how much they enjoyed each others company. Emma almost wished it had been him she had slept with – at least then there'd be more chance of some emotional discussion in the aftermath. Dean was just to shut off for that. But still...she couldn't help the small grin that snuck over her face as she wondered...Would Sammy have been as good as Dean?

This smile not escaping the two brothers, Dean turned back to her, asking what she was grinning at.

Emma shook her head, "Nothing", she said lightly.

Feeling the mood turn in the room instantly, Dean took this opportunity. "So, whose up for some celebrating?".