The Adventures of Emma Davis

Part Two: Of Angels and Apocalypses

Chapter One: "What is he, Jesus?"

Notes: Hello all! Welcome to Part Two of the Emma Davis series. I'm going to be posting this slowly, drawing it out a bit as I wait for season 5 to finish so that I can start writing Part Three. I decided to post the first chapter today because, it turns out, it's Dean's birthday. So happy birthday Dean! I hope you guys enjoy it, and let me know. Thanks!

Also! This story takes place in Season Four and Five. Well, it starts in Season 4 and moves on to Season 5. It will be 5 by the time she finds the brothers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything related to it. That's all Kripke (and he is a god). Tim Hortons is also not mine.

My alarm clock was buzzing. I blearily pressed snooze before lying back down. I had dreamt something about fish and a flying tomato plant, and was trying to figure out what the hell had made me dream that when the time on the alarm clock actually clicked. I was late.

"SHIT!"

I jumped out of bed. I stumbled a bit before catching myself and raced to put on something to wear. Yesterday's jeans were fine, and grabbing a shirt from my drawer, I raced to the washroom. In about 10 minutes, I was out the door and calling work.

I was walking down Main Street quickly, cursing myself for not grabbing a warmer jacket. While winter in Penticton wasn't as bad as other parts of Canada, it still required more than a windbreaker. I walked faster. I was almost there; I could make it before I froze.

"Emma? Emma Davis?"

I stopped and looked to the side. I didn't recognize the voice.

"Depends," I said. "Who are you?"

The woman stepped forward. She looked to be around my age. She had dark red hair and kind of big eyes. "My name is Anna Milton. Are you Emma Davis?"

I contemplated on telling her, after all, I had no idea who she was and the things I had learned in the past two years had made me wary. Granted I was protected from being possessed if she was a demon, but the option of torture wasn't high on my list.

I thought of the salt that was in a film canister in my bag. I considered my chances of running for it if she was evil.

"I've been looking for you. It's about Dean Winchester."

I froze for a second before narrowing my eyes. "What about him?" I asked, hoping my voice was as low and dangerous sounding as I thought it was.

"I can't explain things here, but you may be in danger because of him."

I snorted, I was used to that idea. He got me into a mess a while back and I was still kind of paranoid from it. Hence, the salt in my bag.

She paused for a moment and looked me in the eye. Oddly enough, I felt as if she could see right through me. It was disconcerting really. "He may be in danger because of you."

That made me curious and kind of sad. I hoped I didn't have to break news or something to her. I took a deep breath and sighed before speaking. "Dean Winchester is dead."

~~~

I remember the day Bobby called me. It was late summer, just under a year from when I met them. I had just gotten home from my moms when the phone rang. I picked it up without looking at who was calling me.

"Yello?"

"Emma? It's Bobby."

I blinked. I hadn't spoken to Bobby since I left his junkyard. In fact, I barely spoke to Sam or Dean. They had called a few times, but we always seemed to miss each other. It was kind of ridiculous really.

"Hi Bobby," I answered, "What's up?"

"Dean is dead."

I didn't say anything for a few moments. It had happened. I closed my eyes. I had thought that they'd figure something out. While he could be annoying as hell, I liked Dean, not that I ever showed it. He had depth. Fuck.

"How's Sam?" I asked.

"How do you think he is?" Bobby snapped and miles away I winced.

"Right, sorry." I paused for a moment. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah well, thought you should know."

"Thanks Bobby."

That was it. After we said goodbye I kind of just sat on the floor of my kitchen. I couldn't exactly see Dean's face clearly in my memory, but I remembered moments. Yelling at him, my car, Sam's blue hair…the shooting range. I rubbed the tattoo on my hip and gave a small smile as I remembered that night, and when I found it. Dean ran and hid behind Sam when I stormed downstairs.

I grabbed a shot glass and opened some of the whiskey that someone from work had left when I had actually had people over. I poured myself a shot and toasted Dean Winchester.

~~~

I was sitting across from Anna in a Tim Hortons. I had considered going to the non-franchised coffee shop across the street, but as I didn't know just what we were discussing, this was better for anonymity.

"I am an angel," she said and I couldn't help but raised en eyebrow in question. It seemed now, that there was another crazy person in my life that was there because of Dean.

"An angel?" I asked, snorting a bit. "Aren't you supposed to have wings or something?"

"You can believe in demons, but not angels?"

"Touché," I muttered and took a drink of the hot chocolate in front of me. "So," I said, "why have you been looking for me?"

"Dean told me about you, after we had had sex,"

I coughed and once I had made sure I wasn't choking on the drink, I smiled. That would be Dean. Then a thought occurred to me. "Wait," I said, "aren't angels you know, supposed to not indulge in that sort of thing?"

"I have Fallen. Dean and I had sex when I was human, thinking the other angels were going to kill me."

I laughed a bit, yup that was Dean. Then I thought about what she had just said. "Wait, what?" I asked and she explained.

She told me her story. How she used to be an angel and had lost her Grace, but had started hearing things as she got older. She met the brothers and Dean and Sam had helped her find her Grace again, protected her when both angels and demons were after her. She had found what she had been looking for and had left the boys.

"There's just one problem with your story," I said, giving a small smile. "Dean's dead."

She was silent for a moment. "He has been brought back."

"What?"

"He has been…resurrected."

I snorted, not really believing it. "What is he, Jesus?"

"No, which is why I am here." She looked around briefly. "Something is happening Emma. I don't know what yet but Dean is involved. The angels are with him for a reason. If they learn of you, they may try to use you against him."

I sighed. Even if he wasn't alive, he still caused me problems. "What do you suppose I do?" I asked, hoping that she wouldn't ask me to go find them or hunt something. I really didn't want to since my job was kind of iffy now with me calling a sudden "emergency" day. I had only been back from travelling a bit for a couple months now.

"Nothing. Keep living your life, I came because there was something I wanted to do to you, to protect you both."

My eyes widened and I leaned back. "Just what do you plan on doing?"

She smiled. "It'll be a protection charm. With it, any angel won't be able to find you." She paused. "I have to carve it into your ribs though."

"What?" I demanded, my voice going slightly higher than I expected. "How the hell do you expect to do that without killing me?!"

"Like this," she said and leaned over and put her hand on my chest. She closed her eyes.

I leaned back, hissing as pain had entered my chest through her hand and seemed to expand and run through my chest. I guessed along my ribs. "What the hell!?"

I pulled a hand to my chest and the pain faded. I didn't really want to think about what my ribs looked like now.

She gave a sad sort of smile. "It's done." She said. "No angel will be able to track you and suddenly appear, like I did."

Well, that was kind of a relief. I guess.

She stood up. "There are things I must do." She looked at me again with the piercing gaze that made the hairs on my arms stand up. "This most likely will be the last time you'll see me."

I looked at her for a minute, stood up and gave a small smile. She seemed rather sad. "Thank you, I guess," I said and I watched her nod.

"Stay safe, and take care of Dean if you see him again."

I sighed at that thought. I wasn't so sure he was alive, after all, wouldn't someone have called me? Then again, if they were getting mixed up with angels and demons, they may have their hands full.

"Sure," I said, "take care Anna."

She smiled and nodded and then was gone. I'm not sure what had happened, I was certain I didn't even blink. She was just gone.

I sat down in the chair. I grabbed my cell phone and first called the number that I still had listed for Dean. I had been meaning to delete it. A couple beeps and a voice told me that the number had been disconnected. I then tried Sam, again, a voice told me the number was disconnected. I considered calling Bobby but instantly decided against it. It would be awkward enough asking him if Dean was alive since he was the one who told me he was dead. If Anna was wrong, and pulling my chain, Bobby really wouldn't appreciate it…and Bobby scared me slightly.

I sighed, and considered it. He could contact me if he really wanted to, if what Anna said was true. I got up, put on my coat and bag and left. If Dean was alive, and bringing more hassle in my life, I was going to kill him.

Well, that is that. I hope you enjoyed it.