I don't own Supernatural. Ever.
'Emery' does have a nightmare in this chapter, but it is not written out in detail, the desriptions of some of the episodes are worse. Just giving you warning so I can't be yelled at.
When sleep finally came to me, it was plagued with nightmares. Flashes of memorys, images of horror barely glimpsed in waking, relived in vivid detail. I thrashed and flailed in the bed, muttering nonsensical words. My thrashing woke Sam, and Dean shot awake when I screamed. Sam shook me awake, and wrapped his arms around me when I let out a strangled sob. Dean awkwardly asked, "You okay?" I sniffed and tried to stem the rivers flowing from my eyes. "I...Memorys...horrible...blood was everywhere..." I managed to choke out. Sam tightened his grip and murmered, "It's okay...You're safe, everything will be okay." Dean placed his hand on my knee and sighed.
"We'll figure it out. It's gonna be okay, Red. What kind of-" Sam cut Dean off.
"Dean, I don't think any of us are going to sleep now, should we just get out of here?" Dean looked at me one more time and nodded.
We quickly packed our stuff, I pulled my sketchbook and pencils out to have up front with me, and Dean checked us out. I felt kinda sorry for the desk clerk, awake at 3am, but he didn't look shocked at the early time. I shudder to think why. I was still shaking, so Sam climbed in the backseat with me. As Dean peeled out of the parking lot, engine roaring, I did a quick sketch of the boys leaning against the Impala. Sam watched out of the corner of his eye until I growled in frustration. "This is horrible." I made to rip out the page, but Sam stopped me with a yelp. "What?" He drew back his hand that was reaching for my book.
"Why were you going to rip it out? That was amazing!" Dean glanced in the rearview mirror.
"I want to see it when we stop." He remarked. I just gaped at Sam. "Um, I didn't like it. Your eyes were too big and Dean's head was too small." Sam laughed.
"Like that could ever happen." He remarked.
"Hey!" Dean shouted. I smiled slightly, my mood lifting. How could you not feel good with these two? Dean grinned. "There's that smile." He was paying too much attention to me and swerved when he glanced back at the road. I yelped as I slid into Sam. Sam instinctively grabbed me as he hollered at Dean, "Watch the road!" Dean muttered something and pulled into the parking lot of a 24 hour diner. "I need a coffee." He jerked the keys from the ingnition and stomped into the diner. Sam glanced at me and quickly followed. I sighed, grabbed my book from where it slid on the floor, and headed inside.
"I'm sorry." I muttered when I caught up with the boys.
"For what?" Sam asked, confused.
"For making you guys fight. I didn't mean t-" Dean raised a hand. "Hey, you're just fine, Red. Sammy and I fight all the time, over nothing. It's just cause we're brothers. Can I see your picture now?" He gestured to the sketchbook in my hand. I shrugged and handed it to him before wandering away to sit. I watched silently through the curtain of my hair as the boys had a whispered conversation, then headed in my direction. I ducked my head and wrapped my arms around my middle. I heard rather than saw Sam slide in the bench across from me, and Dean sat next to me. "Look Ems," He began, "Whatever you think, we are glad you are here. For one thing, you keep me and Sammy from completely removing each others heads. Sam likes having a research buddy, and I... Anyway, this picture you drew is amazing. You've even got Sam doing the puppy eyes. The only thing missing now is you." He handed me a pencil and nudged my side. I slowly raised my head, teary eyed. "Aw, crap, did I say something wrong?" He asked hurriedly. I shook my head, laughing slightly. "And Sam says you don't do 'chick flick moments'." Sam chuckled and I smiled slightly at him. Man these two were great.
Well, there you go, don't hate me if something is inaccurate.