All right here's the plan. I haven't seen the first three seasons of Supernatural in a VERY long time. Way too long. So I don't really remember a lot of the details, and I won't have a lot of time to go and rewatch them for a while. So what I'm going to do is continue the main story that I set out to do, and if people like it, I will go back and add chapters that happen before that relate to episodes in the seasons, but don't necessarily add to the main plot. Is that ok? Let me know what all of you think, reviews make me write much faster! Anyways, this takes place during Tall Tales.
Emma loved her brothers. Dearly. She would honestly die for either of them in a heartbeat. But sometimes they could be a great big bag of dicks. Both of them. Neither of them had figured out that she wasn't a little girl anymore, and that she could in fact decide for herself how to deal with things. Or people. It was their fault she had never been on more than two dates with any one guy growing up, what with Sam scaring them off just by silently brooding and looking like an enormous-bone-crushing giant, or Dean making them pee themselves if they even tried to hold her hand in front of him.
"Dude, you mind not eating those on my bed?" Sam asked Dean, annoyed.
"Nah, I don't mind" Dean replied, stuffing another handful of chili cheese fries in his mouth. Emma was thinking about how she wanted nothing more than to grab said fries and shove the entire thing down his throat, while her brothers continued to bicker.
"Emma, could please help me out here?" Sam asked as the radio besides Dean suddenly got louder.
"What? I can't hear you. See, if I had my phone, you could text it to me, but, oh wait, you threw it out the window, remember?" Emma replied, holding a bag of ice against the giant purple goose egg on the right side of her forehead.
"I didn't throw it, Dean knocked it out of my hand, and it just happened to-" Sam's answer was cut off by a knocking at the door.
"Hey Bobby," all three Winchesters said, as the older man hugged Emma, and shook the boys' hands. "Thank god you're here," Dean said, "we didn't want to talk about this case over the phone we weren't sure you'd believe us."
"Well, I can believe a lot. Why don't you start at the beginning?"
As Sam started telling Bobby about the first night in the bar, Emma thought about what happened to her that night.
While the boys were out investigating what had happened by talking to some students at the local dive bar, Emma was searching around the grounds for some clues around the building where the college professor had jumped. Grabbing her pocket knife out of her bag, she walked to the nearest window and looked up, prepared to jimmie the lock. Unfortunately, although the windows were fairly close to the ground, but there was absolutely no way she would be able to reach the lock. Cursing her short stature silently, she ran to the other side of the building to the back door. It was locked, obviously.
Emma was preparing to take off her jacket to protect her had while she broke a window when she heard a voice behind her.
"What are you doing here so late?" Emma whirled around. Behind her was a man in his early 30's, presumably the night shift janitor. Emma thought he was a bit shady looking, but maybe that would make him a bit easier to charm, if it came to that. Hopefully it wouldn't. He was holding a mop and looking at her curiously, but with a hint of suspicion.
"Hi!" Emma replied a bit too chirpily, extremely thankful he hadn't arrived a minute later. "Thank god you're here! I just got off work down the street when my brother called me. He's a student here, and apparently he forgot his flash drive inside. He said it had all of his homework in it, including a 'super huge paper.' Apparently, it's due tomorrow." Emma rolled her eyes at the silliness of her imaginary college sibling, as if to say, 'Kids. Whatcha gonna do?', even though she was only a couple years older than said kids. "Anyway, his car is broken and he lives at home way across town, and he was hoping that I could pick it up for him. Do you think you could let me in," she glanced down at his name tag, "Charlie?" She flashed him what she hoped was a winning smile.
"Well, I' really not supposed to…" he said, drawing out the first word, as Emma gave him a set of puppy dog eyes, "But I guess if it's that important."
"Thank you so much. I usually wouldn't go to the trouble, but he was so upset he was nearly crying."
"Well we can't have that, can we? Did he say what room he left it in?"
"Uuuuummmmm no, but that's ok, if you have work to do, I can just go find it by myself." Emma said quickly. If this guy stuck around, she wouldn't be able to pull out any of her ghost tracking gear.
"All the doors are locked. You couldn't get into any of them."
Emma groaned inwardly. Instead of going and drinking, I get stuck trekking across campus, in the dark, for no good reason. I hope those college bimbos are worth it Dean, especially if I end up getting murdered by creepy janitor guy. She felt a twinge of guilt at that thought. It wasn't his fault he got stuck with possibly the creepiest job on the world (excluding hunting of course). Maybe she could still make it worth the trip though.
"Oh, really? Crap. Well, I'm pretty sure he had a class with that one guy, you know, the teacher who just came out with that new book?"
"Didn't your brother tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"He took a swan dive out of that window right there," Charlie said, pointing straight up. "He landed right where we're standing. I think that the class is still being taught there though, so we can still go check."
Emma widened her eyes as he grabbed a huge bundle of keys and opened the door. "Oh no! Does anyone know why he did it?"
As Charlie finished explaining about the professor, his life, and his lecherous ways, they reached the classroom. He opened the door and flipped on the lights. As the brightness filled the room, Emma was a surprised to see that the janitor wasn't creepy looking at all. He had a handsome face and gorgeous hazel eyes. The surprise on her face must have been obvious, because he gave her a charming smile.
"I know," he said, " the campus at night combined with the whole night shift cleaning guy makes me a bit scary in the dark. Sometimes I freak myself out when I catch a glimpse of myself in a window."
Emma blushed, very brightly and deeply. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Now let's see if we can find that flash drive ."
After a quick look around the classroom, Emma kneeled down behind a desk and quietly pulled out her keychain that luckily had a small flash drive connected to it. Disconnecting it, she shoved her keys back into her bag, and held up the small device in her other hand.
"I got it! Crisis averted!" She got up, dusting her knees off, and walked over to Charlie. "Thank you so much for this, my brother can't afford to miss another paper."
"It was no problem sister." He looked down at his shoes suddenly. "But 'ya know… you could make it up to me…"
Emma's fist tightened. Had she really thought this guy seemed ok? Apparently she wasn't very good at hiding her emotions today, because he quickly backtracked.
"Oh god, no! I didn't mean it like that. I just meant-you know- drinks or something."
Emma considered. It would be nice to talk to a guy who wasn't related to her or who she was questioning about a case.
"All right, drinks would be nice. What's your number?" she asked, pulling out her phone. After they exchanged numbers, Emma stealthily set down her bag right in front of the door so it would stop it from closing entirely as they walked out. When they almost got to the entrance, Emma slapped herself on the head.
"You know what, I can't believe it, but I forgot my bag! I guess it's a family thing, can you wait right here for just a second?" Before he could say anything, Emma sprinted back to the room. She yanked out the EMF detector she had brought along, ran around the room, paying special attention to the windows, and when nothing came up, threw it back into her bag just as Charlie came up.
"Got it! We can finally go now!"
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