The Adventures of Emma Davis

Part Three: Wreck of the Day

Chapter Two: Not Like This...

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I called Bobby. I had barely finished telling him I was worried about the boys when a low familiar rumble was heard in the background and Bobby was telling me that they were fine but he needed to go. He hung up before I could say goodbye.
I was worried. The last I heard from Dean was a text telling me things were serious. He hadn't responded after that. I made up my mind. I wasn't that far from Bobby's, so I could get there rather quickly. I searched for directions.

I had arrived at night. I wasn't quite sure what time it was but I was just kind of grateful to arrive. I hate driving at night. However, that feeling of gratefulness faded once I saw the Impala and Dean sitting on it. I got out almost cautiously and made sure my gun was tucked into the back of my pants.
I assumed he heard me approaching when he got off the car, put down the bottle that was in his hand and faced me.
"Dean?" I called out, moving towards him slowly.
"Emma?" He responded and moved closer. He then gave a small laugh once we had moved close enough to see each other. I didn't get what was so funny, but what I had noticed concerned me more.
He had been crying. He looked so distraught that I felt like my heart would break. Of all things I expected, this wasn't one of them.
"Dean, what happened?" I asked, concerned suddenly of the thought that something had happened to Sam. After all, only Sam could generate such a reaction, right?
His eyes closed and I noticed more tears fell. I didn't even think before I moved closer and hugged him.
He tensed for a moment before wrapping his arms around me. Part of me felt a bit awkward at the feeling of his tears on my neck as he buried his face in it. And while my heart pounded, smelling his familiar scent, he also smelt a lot like alcohol and however much I had missed him, the reunion shouldn't have been like this. He shouldn't be clutching me like a lifeline crying.
I closed my eyes and tightened my grip. My heart clenched at the thought that something had to have happened. Something bad.
"Dean?" I whispered; attempting to pull back a bit so that I might be able to find out what had happened.
"Em, you're here…" He muttered as he loosened his grip and then suddenly he was kissing me.
It was frantic, and his grip on me tightened, pulling me closer. I was hesitant about kissing him back. Not to say I didn't because Dean was an excellent kisser, but I was slow to it. Even though my instincts told me to pull away, his kisses were deep and insistent. I gave in and let him have this one.

Before I knew it, I was laying on the hood of the Impala, Dean leaning over me, still kissing me. The man can kiss. My one hand was running through the hair on the back of his head. The other was clutching at his back, as if trying to pull him closer. I wasn't sure if it was possible, to be honest, the only thing really separating us was our clothes.
My gun was digging into my back and as one of his hands snaked up the back of my shirt, he removed it and tossed it away. I was mildly concerned until his hand planted on my back. It felt like fire. His lips had moved from mine, trailing down my neck. Heat burned within me as he dragged his teeth along part of my neck before soothing it with his mouth.
My head was thrown back, eyes closed when I felt him reach for the clasp on my bra.
"Wait." I was pulled back into reality quickly. I pulled my hands from him, and pushed him back a bit. "Dean, wait."
He moved back, panting a little as he stared at me, questions in his eyes.
"We can't do this. Not here…not like this."
He stared at me before closing his eyes and nodding. His hand retracted from under my shirt and the trail it left felt like heat.
I took a deep breath. It wasn't that I didn't want this, I did, but I wouldn't do this here. We both deserved better and I wasn't about to become a one night stand to a guy I only recently admitted I liked. Really liked.
"Come on," I said, moving to slide off the car once he had stood up. I looked up at him. He looked exhausted.
"Emma,"
I cut him off before he could say anything else. Instead, I grabbed his hand and started to pull him towards Bobby's. "Let's get you to bed."

I threw a smile to Bobby as I passed his devil's trap on my way to the stairs. He looked at me, and then at Dean but didn't say anything. I stopped at the top of the stairs, unsure as to which room Dean slept in. Dean didn't say anything, instead just pulled me towards a room. He sat down on the bed, seeming to stare into nothing. It was more than a little disconcerting. He pulled me closer so that I stood before him and leaned to rest his head on my stomach.
"Come on Dean, you need to sleep." I bent down and removed his shoes before pushing him down to lie on the bed.
He kept a hold of my wrist and pulled so that I fell seated on the bed. "Stay." He didn't ask and I found myself wavering over the decision before he said "Please." I laid down on the bed next to him, and he pulled me close. My head rested on his chest and he played with my hair slightly. I found myself falling asleep much faster than I anticipated as I listened to his breathing.