The pressure still lingered between them, but there was no point staying together in one small room. So, after cleaning and wrapping Emma's wound, they went to a diner next to the motel despite lack of appetite. Emma, refusing to leave Dean's side, clung to her father's arm. They chose to sit in the booth farthest from the entrance, no word was exchanged until the waiter showed up.
"Just coffee would be nice, please" Dean placed his order, then looked at Sam, "Make that two." In a time like this, even a cup of coffee was a heavy meal. Castiel ignored everything, but staring at the girl.
"And what is your order, sweetheart?" The waitress asked. She was a curvy woman in her mid forties.
"Umm… Can I have a menu, please?"
The waitress handed Emma a menu as requested. Emma skimmed it from the top, flipping pages to pages, then her brows knotted together.
"We serve the best blueberry pie in town, not that there's a town around here." The waitress chuckled, apparently longed for a customer she could crack a joke with.
"I'll have that, please." Emma answered. The waitress jotted down the order, and left.
"So, you like pie, huh?" Dean asked, his lips curved into a small smile.
Emma shook her head. She replied "I don't know how to read."
Oh. Another reminder to the fact that the girl was barely 4 days old.
They sat quietly until the pie and two cups of coffee were served. Emma took her fork, twiddled it between her long lean fingers. Her mind seemed to wander off somewhere even her eyes were focusing on the food.
"Will you teach me?" Her voice was small like a child talking to her father. In fact, she was.
"hmmm?"
"Will you teach me how to read?" Her eyes fixed upon Dean's.
Dean breathed in deeply before he answered. "Yes, of course."
Emma dropped her fork. She leant in closer, wrapping her father around his shoulder, and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, dad."
The warmth of the kiss is lingered on his cheek. Dean stopped breathing altogether.
The sirens broke the awkward comfort of the diner. Three police cars passed on the highway with full speed. The brothers gazing after them until those cars disappeared on the horizon.
"Do you think it had anything to do with us?" Sam asked.
"Everything has to do with us." Dean replied simply.
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The motel room only got more depressing when the two people occupying it at the moment did nothing much but staring; Castiel at Emma, and Emma at a computer. Sam said she could surf the internet if she wanted to, but he forgot she was technically a toddler. She could not read. Her nature lied in combat, not language.
Despite nothing to do, Emma was far from bored. She was petrified. He's a friend, Dean said. He also said that the man in a trench coat is an angel. Aren't angel supposed to make you feel warm and fuzzy? This one only touched her, and she had a permanent scar upon her left wrist.
After a while, Castiel made the worst decision - he spoke.
"You are not his daughter." Castiel said.
"What?"
"You're not his daughter." Castiel repeated again, even though he was sure Emma heard him in the first place.
"Wh… wh..what makes you say that?" The girl was confused. Why all of a sudden, the angel spoke? Not to mention she did not want to hear a word he's about to say.
"Your mother. The Amazonian. They consummate with human male to give birth to the next generation." He paused, nodded. Surely, Emma knew this. What she didn't know was what he was telling her. "You call Dean your father but your blood is your mother's alone."
Emma did not understand. What was this freaking angel trying to tell her?
"Your gene. It's different from human's."
What is a gene?
"There's no chromosome X or Y. There is no dominant trait."
Chromosome? Is it the same as telephone?
"You are one of the creature that thrives on its pure blood alone"
Where is Dean? I want to see Dean.
"You are not half human. You have no part of Dean."
Why is he telling me this?
"Why are you telling me this?" Emma finally had enough.
"Because you were born to kill Dean." Castiel answered with no hesitation.
Emma trembled in her own seat. She was close to bursting tears, but no tear actually came out. Her body shuddered. She couldn't even produce a single syllable.
Hold it together, Emma. Dean doesn't know this. He still loves you.
"He still loves me." she faced with Castiel's intense gaze. "I won't kill him."
"But you will. You will kill the only man who cares for you." The angel had a way making everything he said sounded like a fact.
Emma tried to compose herself, even if the only thing she managed was stopping her nose running. She decided to fight back. "You know what? Even if I kill him or he me, he won't love you back." She hoped it stabbed in his chest.
What she said had turned the conversation around. Castiel stunned. Love had nothing to do with this.
Emma did not miss the expression on his face. She was born a warrior. Wars are hardly limited to a battlefield.
"Why would an angel hang out with a human he has no business with anymore?" Emma raised her voice. "Why would you care if he had a monster for a daughter? Isn't it you who don't have a place in his life?"
Every word Emma said hit Castiel. He could not find the answer to any of Emma's retorts.
"I'm his friend." was the only thing he could come up with.
The girl snorted. "He still won't love you anyway. Not the way you want him to."
Emma could have victory in this battle if they continued this mind game, but the door swung open, and the brothers entered with a big brown bag of food and grocery. Dean froze when he saw Emma and Castiel standing in the middle of the room, no more 5 feet apart. He switched glance between both of them.
"Am I missing something?" Dean tried to say it casually but he only kidded himself.
"Did you found something?" Castiel changed the subject. One small eye contact with Emma and they knew they must put their issue behind in front of Dean.
"Actually, yes. It's our kind of case. Cases. We mean to have you take a look at this." Sam went straight to connect his phone with the computer. The download took only a mere minute and Sam opened a photo of something red on fullscreen so everyone can look at it at the same time. It was an organ. A heart. With cuts.
"So get this, there were five murders today. All victims got their chests tore out, and their hearts…"
"Crafted" Emma finished the sentence for Sam.
Sam was a little surprised, but kept on. "The victims have nothing in common. The three of them are reported being seen with a teenage girl, the other two had no witness. We were hoping you could tell us what the craves mean, Cas"
"No, they are not of any language. Not that I know of." Castiel narrowed his eyes.
"They're code. The one that I used with my sisters." Emma spoke up. Everyone turned to look at her.
"What does it say?" Dean asked, noticed Emma shivered even at the same time the room was almost too warm.
Her answered was brief and simple.
"They are coming for me."