Sorry it took me so long to update but I've had three seizures in the course of a week. Still, I'm on medication now so don't worry too much my awesome readers. Now that I'm done babbling on let us commence with the story!
Those Eyes
Chapter 2
The sound of broken blinds rattling against the windowsill woke Emily up with a start. Well that along with her new siblings that snored like freight trains. It was true that Sam had somehow convinced Dean to take her with them but he wasn't the least bit happy about it. Emily wouldn't have been happy about it either but at age sixteen there was no way she could fend for herself. John's death honestly wasn't a huge blow after all she had lost someone far more dear to her than he ever was, but Adam and their mother, that weight of their deaths still hung fresh in her mind. It was going to be all the things that she was never going to experience again: The way her mother made her ponytails too tight, or that wide eyed anger of Adam's when she got into his medical books but mostly it was that rare time that the three of them had together.
When the three of them were together Adam and Emily's mother would always hum under her breath. It wasn't until Emily got older that she realized she how tone deaf their mother truly was. It didn't matter anyway because once you've known something your whole life it becomes important. Emily pulled the scratchy motel blanket closer around her neck and shivered violently. In the next moment she felt a warm blanket tuck itself around her body. On pure instinct she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Emily recognized Sam's huge lumbering shadow hovering over her as he made sure that she was warm enough.
It had taken an hour and a half but the young woman had finally drifted off into a very troubled sleep. A sleep full of death, of pain and of pure agony. At any rate It didn't last very long because about three hours later she was greeted by a spray of ice cold water. Emily jumped out of bed soaked to the bone and trembling violently" What in the hell?"
Dean shrugged and put the cap back on the water bottle. "Had to get you up somehow huh?" She noticed that he was already dressed and ready to hunt. Even if she didn't know much about hunting what other reason would he have to be carrying a shotgun?
Emily shook in her sweat pants and tank top" G-give me t-ten minutes." Dean held his gun in one hand; waved her off with the other" You've got five" he announced roughly. It took the teenage girl four and a half minutes to throw herself together without showering or brushing her teeth but she did manage to do it.
Sam had set up targets outside for Emily's training but it was going to be Dean who was the actual trainer. The cold metal gun felt extremely foreign in Emily's inexperienced hands but she did as she was directed and shot at the targets. The loud bang could be heard through the nearby trees as a flock of birds flew off. She had pulled the trigger three times but only one of the bullets had hit the edge of the round target.
Okay I have a feeling this isn't a very good chapter so I'm going to ask you guys this: what can I do to improve my writing?