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Dean knocked on the hotel door (he had forgotten his keys) and waited impatiently for Sam to open it. He forcefully tapped his knuckles against the door again, just as Sammy twisted and pulled the door inwards, causing Dean to stumble in. He glared at his younger brother and straighten his clothes forcefully.
"Did you get my message?" he asked, not giving Sam any time to make a comment about his 'agility'.
"Yeah, about that. Who do you think is possessed?" Sam answered. "You weren't very clear."
"Emma's friend, David. The station smelt like sulfur and he wasn't there," Dean explained, knowing it wasn't the best answer he had ever given. He removed his gun from his waistband and sat down on the bed, setting it beside him.
"That's it? So you just assumed it would be demons," Sam spoke judgingly, putting his hands on his hips. Dean shut and rolled his eyes.
"And there's the whole Storybrooke isn't on the map and has no trace of existence," Dean responded tiredly.
"Where does David live?" Sam said, in a way that made Dean know he was just trying to appease him. Dean kicked himself mentally. He had never asked Emma that. Outwardly, he smirked as an idea came to him.
"I don't know, but I do know who to call." He slid his phone out of his pocket and dialed 9-1-1.
Emma had finally gotten Mary Margaret relaxed (David still wasn't back yet) and she had just made herself some hot chocolate when she received a call that had been forwarded from the station. She didn't recognize the number, but she had an idea of who it might be. She sighed heavily before answering.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" she said, trying to sound helpful (just in case she was wrong) but coming off as more indifferent.
"You are my emergency," said the voice she really, really didn't want to hear right now. "Also, I have a question. Where does David live?" She straightened up from her slack position on the couch.
"Why the hell do you need to know that?" she inquired, setting her cocoa down on the coffee table.
"Well, actually, I was wondering if there was any chance Sam and I could look around and see what evidence we can find." Emma's eyes widened and she actually snorted into the phone.
"You do realize you are talking to the sheriff, right? I got this, he's probably just at the animal shelter." she stood up, deciding that she'd go there, just to check.
"Sam and I can help, trust me." She heard shuffling in the background and she grabbed her gun and made her way to the coat rack.
"Oh, really? Why should I?" she asked harshly. There was a pause at the other end of the phone. She almost felt sorry, but not enough. She put the phone to her shoulder and called to Mary Margaret. "Snow? I'm going to see if David's at the shelter, alright? I'll be back soon." She pulled on her coat and stepped out the door, before any protests could be made. She put the phone back to her ear just in time to hear, "-ma, we're federal agents, okay? We can help you."
"Sorry, what?" she responded after a moment, she was in disbelief.
"Sam and I are undercover federal agents," he answered. She scoffed loudly into the phone.
"Really?" she asked sarcastically. "And you didn't mention this before because…," she drifted off waiting for an answer that was hopefully worth hearing.
"Like I said, undercover. Need to know scenarios only," he replied.
"And a missing person who probably isn't actually missing is need to know," she said in a monotone, stepping back inside the apartment.
"Emma, just trust me. Just take a leap of faith and trust me," Dean said, sounding partially exasperated with her. She clenched and then relaxed her jaw just before answering.
"Alright, fine. Let's pretend I believe you. Because I don't. Could you really help me if David were missing?" she asked him, just as the door opened. She turned to see a familiar red haired man walk through the door.
"Which, by the way, he isn't," she added into the phone.
"We don't know that," Dean insisted.
"Actually, we do. He just came home a second ago," she answered smugly.
"So you checked his house anyways because you thought he might be," Dean responded.
"Or we just live together," she said without really thinking. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she almost regretted them, before deciding she would just let him squirm for a moment and then she'd tell him they were just roommates (because how do you explain that you are the same age as your father). She sighed silently and shrugged off her coat, rehanging it and putting her gun away.
"Oh, uh, well, I guess I'll just leave you to alone to do… whatever," Dean replied and then hung up the phone almost immediately after finishing. She didn't even have time to read his emotions, he had hung up so fast.
She slowly drew her phone away from her ear as she turned around to go to her room. She noticed David had already gone into his bedroom with Mary Margaret. She sighed heavily. Yes, it was her intention to let Dean believe she was with David, but only for a moment (because it was a gross and disturbing thought, but how many times she could she mess with Dean like this?).
She rubbed her temples with her free hand and began making her way to her room, setting her phone down on the coffee table as she passed it.
Just as she was about to open her bedroom door, something hard and heavy slammed into the back of her head. She groaned and fell, seemingly in slow-motion, landing harshly on the ground. She managed to turn enough to see David, but not David, standing above her. His eyes were entirely black and he had an evil look on his face. She thought she was already dreaming as she drifted into unconsciousness.
Sorry SORRY sorry I haven't updated in forever and I feel terrible. I'm going to try harder, pinky-promise. But expect shorter chapters like this one.
Thanks to reviewers and followers! You brighten my day!
~Love, Liv
