The Adventure of Emma Davis

Part One: Just Plain Awkwardness

Summary: Waking up and finding Dean Winchester at the foot of your bed is strange enough. Waking up and finding out he's stuck as a ghost only you can see? Well, then there's going to be problems….

Notes: The first in the series with more to come. Read, review. I accept all criticism. I wrote this for my enjoyment, I'm just sharing.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and places belong to Eric Kripke. He is a god.

I woke up suddenly and knew something was wrong. For one, I rarely woke up so easily and the weird feeling crawling up my back told me something was up. I reached over and turned on the light and jumped. At the foot of my bed stood some guy. I screamed in shock before cutting myself off when he looked at me. Then, I found myself angry. "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" I yelled, at the same time in which he glared and demanded, "What did you do?"
"Me? I didn't do anything! In case you didn't notice, I was sleeping before I woke up with you here!" This was a dream. It had to be because this could not be happening.I looked around for a weapon. Hell, all that was close was my pillow and an alarm clock. I stared at the guy warily.
"Look, I don't know what type of spell you did to get me here, but you put me back or so help me god…" He was glaring at me now.
I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me? In case you didn't notice I was sleeping five seconds ago until you decided to show up!"
"I happen to know a witch's spell doesn't necessarily activate as soon as you cast it."
What the hell was this guy going on about? Great, so not only do I find some guy in my house, granted he was kind of hot, but he had to be crazy. Just my life.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, as I backed away as slowly as possible until I hit my headboard.
"Fix it!" He yelled and slammed his hands down on my baseboard. Except, it didn't work as he had planned as his hands went through the baseboard and he stumbled a bit forwards.
My eyes widened.
"What the…?"Well, at least he couldn't really hurt me…right?

We sat in silence, or rather I had and he stood there staring at his hand through my baseboard. I was still reeling from the fact that ghost was at the foot of my bed. A ghost! Holy fuck, there was a ghost in my house. At the end of my bed. I was certain that had I not already been sitting down, I would have collapsed. I took a deep breath. I could deal with this. There was an explanation. I just had to have gone crazy, or was sleeping but my dreams were usually stranger than this (granted this alone was beyond strange but I rarely was in bed in my dreams) and they were never this clear. There were no such things as ghosts.
"What did you do to me?" He asked, his voice low with an edge.
"Me?" I scowled, brought out of my thoughts by the subject of them. "I didn't do anything. It's not my fault you're an impotent ghost."
"Impotent?" He looked kind of angry now, but slightly more affronted at the suggestions.
"You can't even shake my headboard," I said, pointing at his hand still through it. Yup, that was me. Snappish to a fault and even insulting to a ghost. Really it was his fault…he yelled at me first….
His eyes narrowed before his mouth curled into a smirk. "Oh darling, I wouldn't even want to with a witch like you."
My eyes narrowed. "A witch?! Excuse me?!"
"Yes, a witch. Now put me back!" He yelled, having removed his hand and motioned moving forward.
I jumped up and stood on my bed. "Hey! Don't blame me for your problems and…ghostly-ness." I waved my hand a bit in his direction. "Get the hell out of my house!"

Looking back on it, it was kind of ridiculous. I was standing on my bed, pointing a finger at the door, in an oversized band shirt and baggy pj shorts with flying sheep on them. He was at the end scowling at me; at least, he was until he walked out the door. I sat down suddenly in relief, laughing a bit at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. I was in the process of calming down and convincing myself that this was just another really weird dream when he walked back in and stood in the same spot he left. I jumped and sat in attention.
"I thought you left?" I asked, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. He was frowning.
"I did. I got down the street and asked directions from this couple. They didn't see me. I walked into someone else's house and jumped around. They didn't see me."
"Great. Well that figures. Can't exactly have an easy way out of the craziness…." I muttered, giving a sigh and relaxing a bit.
He sat down on the floor in front of me, just looking at me. It was a little disconcerting really, but I think he had gone into shock. I took the time to actually look at him. He wore jeans and a shirt, with another shirt opened over top of it. The necklace stood out a bit, as I wasn't expecting a guy who looked like he could be a construction worker, to wear a necklace. Granted it wasn't very feminine, but still.
"You really…had no idea of this?" He motioned to himself.
I sighed. "Dude, I was sleeping. Seriously, I don't need that kind of drama in my life."
Not that that really mattered since drama seemed to follow me whenever it damn well pleased.
"Fuck."
I looked at the guy, who looked as if he was clenching his jaw and there was anger in his eyes. Well, least it wasn't directed at me anymore.
"I have to get back." He said, in all seriousness, and something in the way he said it made my hackles rise. He looked at me then, meeting my eyes. "And you're going to help me."
"What?"

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