Chapter 2

Emma's POV

I wake up to a pounding headache and a warm bed. My first reaction is to jump right out of the bed and somersault into a fighting stance once my feet hit the floor.

My eyes scan the room and I see the two boys from the cabin, but the man isn't here. We're in a motel room and the boys are staring at me with caution. "Where the hell am I?!" I yell at them.

"You're in our motel room. Here, eat something." The younger boy tries to hand me a bowl of soup, and I would've smacked it out of his hand if my head wasn't spinning like top.

"I didn't ask for you to take care of me!" I hiss as I sit back down on the bed I had been lying on.

"You had a bad cut on your head that was bleeding pretty heavily. Be happy we decided to drag your ass back here and stitched you up." Freckles snaps and his brother gives him a sharp look.

"I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean. What's your name?" Sam, the younger brother, goes for a softer approach.

I give him a wary look, "Emma. I'm guessing the grumpy old man is your dad?"

"Yeah, and he's out getting more bandages for you." Dean snaps at me again.

I touch the back of my head on impulse. I wince and look at my hand when I pull it back. There's a little bit of blood leaking out of the wound, but it's not that bad. I grumble to myself, "I hate ghosts, pain in the asses to deal with."

"So, how come you're a hunter when you're so young?" Sam asks softly.

I sigh and look around the room again. Ugh, I hate rundown motels, they're so gross. Mold and mildew everywhere, and I bet they don't wash the sheets too often either. "Probably same reason you two are. I got exposed to this supernatural crap way too early, so I decided to go into the business of getting rid of 'em."

"What about your parents?"

I clench my fists tightly together by my sides, "They were killed a long time ago." I reply shortly. There is silence after that when I refuse to look at either of them, and I know they're both looking at me in pity. My blood boils at this. I hate it when people pity me. Whenever I've had to relay my story to anyone, they always pity me and try to say that they know what I've gone through or that they understand. But they don't, and I hate it when they claim that they do.

"Alright boys, that's enough; let her rest." A gruff voice orders as the door opens and closes. Sam and Dean's father walks over to the bed I'm sitting on and pulls up a chair to sit down in front of me to face me directly. "My name's John Winchester, and your name was?"

"Emma." I look him evenly in the eyes, and he nods after his dark green eyes search my grey eyes.

"Alright, turn around then. I gotta replace your bandages." He tries to keep his voice soft, noticing that I am not in the best of mood. I grudgingly turn my body around on the bed so he can access the back of my head. I'm only letting him do it because I can't reach them myself, and I still feel slightly dizzy, especially from jumping around so much after sleeping for what seems like weeks, though it was probably only a few hours.

After he announces he's finished, I turn back around and look at them expectedly. "So, I appreciate you taking care of me, but I really gotta go. Places to go, monsters to kill."

"Well you said that you didn't have any living relatives, so you have nowhere to go?" John clarifies, and I give him a dry look. Now I regret telling them anything or even sticking around for this long. I should've escaped when it was just the two boys in the room with me. Sam would've been easy to get past, he obviously doesn't have a ton of physical training, and I could've just knocked Dean over and jabbed him in the pressure point on the back of his neck. That causes the person to be momentarily paralyzed, so I could've gotten away pretty easily then. I curse myself silently for not doing so.

John waves a hand in front of my face to regain my attention, and I reply to his question with a sigh, "Yes."

"Well then how about your stay with us for a while?" All three of the younger people in the room, including myself, stare at him in disbelief. "Until you can figure out something for yourself, that is."

"Uh….." I trail off, looking at the floor, unsure of what to say.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Sam brighten up a little, and Dean's mouth almost drops to the floor in surprise. They exchange looks at continue to stare at their father, how has obviously surprised them, both in separate ways.

"Welcome to the Winchester family." John says a bit cheesily then smiles a bit and gets up to his feet, leaving me stunned and speakless.

The Next Day

"Everyone get up, we're going to Bobby's." John's voice breaks me out of my slumber, and I immediately sit straight up in my bed. John had offered me his bed, the one I had woken up in yesterday, to sleep in for the night, and he would sleep in one of the armchairs. The boys slept in the bed adjacent to mine.

I pull the covers back and hoist my legs out of the warm sheets and onto the floor. As John walks past my bed, getting everything together, he drops my duffel bag full of weapons onto the end of the bed, and my drawstring that has my clothes in it.

I quickly grab the drawstring and slip into the bathroom before anyone else can. I learned yesterday from watching how the Winchesters function that you've got to move fast to get anything done in this family without getting the rest of them stressed out. John seems to have a short amount of patience, so I noticed that Dean and Sam make their movements quick so that they do not aggravate him.

I undress, brush my teeth, brush my hair, and put on a fresh pair of jeans, top, and my old leather jacket that has just begun to fit me with my growth spurt that I had over the summer.

Once I step out of the bathroom, Dean almost shoves me into the wall to get in. I turn to give him a glare, but the door slams in my face. I roll my eyes at his childishness. Sam stands by the door, waiting for me to go out to the car, and I grab my duffel and follow him outside. He stops at a Chevy Impala that John is putting stuff into the back. I throw my drawstring in the back seat and go to put my duffel in the trunk when I see the arsenal in there.

I whistle in admiration, "Wow, you guys got plenty of toys." John nods, somewhat impatiently, and takes the duffel from my hands and puts it in. He closes the trunk and walks around the car to call out to Dean.

"Dean, hurry up!" He yells and gets in the driver seat. Sam gets in the back seat on the right side, and I get in the left side. Once I'm in, I watch Dean hurry out of the room, lock it, and jog to the car. He gets in and we take off after John returns the key to the office.

After an hour of just sitting in the car in silence, I can't take it anymore. I grab my drawstring and dig through it, taking out my cassettes. Without making any indication to what I'm doing, I select my favorite cassette, scooch to the middle of the back seat, and lean forward so I'm in between John and Dean who are in the front seats. Then I casually pop the cassette into the car radio, and it starts playing.

Sam and Dean are staring at me in surprise, and John gives me a look that says: What the hell are you doing?!

I grin widely and lean back when Bon Jovi starts playing. I air guitar along with the music and sing along with the music. John keeps throwing me hidden-amused glances through the rearview mirror, and Sam and Dean are openly staring at me in shock as I rock out to one of my favorite songs. I rock my head back and forth and giggle loudly as I continue to sing.

Once the song ends, I find them all still staring at me. "What?" I blink innocently, "Nobody's allowed to have any fun once in a while?"

Then 'Livin' On A Prayer' comes on and I smile again. "Oooh we're halfway there! Livin' on a prayer!" I sing loudly, and I can see that my cheerful mood has a great effect on everyone else in the car. Sam is joining me in air guitar, Dean is laughing a little at my over-exaggerated singing, and John has a small smile as he watches Sam and I rock out in the back seat.

The ride continues on like this for the next couple of hours as we go to Bobby's. 'I can't wait to see him again.' I think as I do an air guitar duet with Sam.

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