The Adventures of Emma Davis
Part One: Just Plain Awkwardness
Chapter Three: And On We Go....
Note: Forgot to mention that this takes place early season three. Also, a quick thanks to GaelicAngel and YukiAme for the reviews and to anyone who favourited or alerted it. Thanks!
I was tired. My anger at Dean had faded and now that I held the phone and had dialled the number he had given me, I felt nervous.
"Hello?"
I saw Dean give a sigh of relief. He was leaning in close to hear what his brother would say.
"Is this Sam…Winchester?"
There was a pause for a moment. "Yes."
I let out a sigh of relief and I saw Dean grin. "I'm calling about your brother. Dean."
Even though it was through a phone, I felt like the silence was tangible.
"If you've done anything to him…" The voice had gotten low and dangerous sounding.
My eyes widened. "What? No! Hell, I want you to take him back!" I took a breath and looked at Dean. He motioned to go on. "Ok, you're not going to believe this…but trust me. What I have to say is true."
I told him about waking up and finding Dean there. About the fact that I've been the only one to see him and how he's been harassing me ever since to help him. To call his little brother Sammy.
"I believe you." While I was surely grateful, I was also kind of wary. What the hell type of person listens to this kind of story on a phone and instantly believes the other person. Obviously I wasn't the only crazy person here.
"Where are you?" He asked and I debated telling him my exact location.
"Canada. British Columbia, to be exact." More silence, but Dean was grinning now. I rolled my eyes at him. I heard Sam muttering on the other line.
"I'm in North Carolina."
I saw Dean mouth the name of the state and I shrugged, trying to think of where that was. I had no idea.
"Where?" I asked.
"It's on the other side of the U.S."
Well, that was a problem. "Well, are you coming to get him? Because to be honest, I'm kinda sick of him." I heard Sam kind of laugh and I saw a faint, sort of soft, smile on Dean's face.
"I know it might be a bit much to ask…" He trailed off a bit. "But could you meet me halfway?"
The weight on my chest that had been lifting during the conversation with Sam had suddenly collapsed back on me. "What?"
I was cursing the Winchesters as I packed my bag. Dean thankfully gave me space. Sam had talked and before I knew it, I had found myself agreeing to meet him at some scrap yard in South Dakota. Why a scrap yard, I'll never know, but apparently it belonged to a friend of their family and it was in the middle. There was also something along the lines of time being of essence and a promise of being paid back. I checked mapquest and printed directions. I was told once I was in Sioux Falls that Dean could point me in the right direction. We agreed to meet in about three days at the requested place. Sam took my number in case there was any problems and Dean made me program Sam's number into my phone. They were kind of paranoid really.
Now that I was getting ready, I was seriously questioning my sanity. I had spent the first of the three days catching up on sleep and calling the right people. I made some excuse for missing work and changed my answering machine message, saying I'd be gone awhile and if they really needed me to call my cell. I was finally getting ready to go and I was really kind of regretting it. Seeing ghosts was one thing, letting the ghost lead me into a potential serial killers trap was another.
I walked out on to the street and stopped a moment, looking back wistfully at my house. I hoped I'd see it again.
"Come on!" Dean called and I rolled my eyes. I adjusted the duffle bag on my shoulder. The sooner this was over with the better.
I walked a couple feet down the street before stopping at a car.
"What the hell is this?" I could hear the disgust in Dean's voice.
My eyes narrowed. "My car. Now get in and shut up." I opened the back door and threw my bag in.
"What the hell did you do to it?"
My eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
He looked completely shocked. Almost appalled. "Do you know what type of car this is?"
I shrugged. "No. It was my dads."
"This is a Cutlass Supreme! One from the 70s, I think. What the hell did you do to it?!"
I looked at the car. Sure, it was a bit rusted and old and I'm pretty sure the paint was faded severely, but it wasn't that bad. My jaw clenched. "Just get in the fucking car and shut up. Let's go."
He shook his head in disappointment, and walked to the other side. His hand attempting the skim the top the car. I rolled my eyes and got in.
He looked around the inside of the car once he was seated and frowned some more. I rolled my eyes. It was just a car.
I turned it on. I swear I saw him wince at the sound of the engine starting. I leaned over and grabbed a cassette adaptor from the glove compartment. I was surprised Dean didn't make a comment, but I was sure he was still in shock over the car. I grabbed my iPod from my jeans pocket and plugged it in. I searched for a song and pressed play. As I drove out of the parking spot and into the street, the beginning sounds of AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' started up.
"Now this is what I'm talking about!" Dean called out. I turned the music up and drove on.
It would take 22 hours and 45 minutes to drive to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. That's if there were no breaks. As I had to eat, and sleep, it would take at least about two days. Being stuck with Dean when he was being irritating was worse than being in the car with him, but not by that much. We were currently in Montana and almost at the spot where I'd be stopping for the night.
"Do we have to stop? If you just kept driving, we could get there so much sooner. You could rest at Bobby's."
"No."
I stopped at a drive-through in Billings and asked for the location of the nearest motel. The guy leered at me and I gave my best glare. Dean laughed. I was too tired for this.
I got my room at a motel, grabbed my bag and made my way to my room.
"You know, it's a shame I was corporeal…."
I rolled my eyes and opened the door to the motel room.
"Aww come on. Tell me you're not tempted!" He tilted his head and looked at me with his eyes narrowed, a slow smile growing on his lips. "You're kinda hot…"
"And you're kind of an asshole." I stepped in. "Good night Dean." I slammed the door, leaving him outside.
Driving the next day was slightly more silent, but I was in a better mood than the night before. Today, I'd get rid of Dean. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He was kind of quiet today. I sighed and kept driving. It would be over soon. I had to remember that. It would be over soon.
I had spoken too soon because at that moment, when we were on the outskirts of Rapid City, my car stalled. I pulled it over to the side of the road and attempted to start it. It wouldn't work.
I lay my head on the steering wheel and muttered curses.
"Come on." I looked up and saw Dean leaning his head literally through the window. "Pop the hood, let's take a look. Maybe I can teach you something about cars." He grinned at me and I gave a smile in return. I popped the hood and got out.
He pointed out some of the key components that made up the engine. I didn't remember any of it really, but he looked around and told me all I needed was coolant.
"That will get you to Bobby's. After that, we can get it fixed properly. You got coolant, right?"
"Err…let me check the trunk."
Luckily I did. I let the car rest for a bit before starting it again. It worked. I looked over at Dean. "Thanks," I said and smiled.
He shrugged, then smiled and winked. "Not a problem babe."
I rolled my eyes.
When we reached Sioux Falls, it was nighttime and Dean and I were arguing over something that had escalated into a conversation over some actress.
"She's hot!"
I rolled my eyes. "It doesn't matter if she's hot or not, she can't act!" I looked around for a moment. "Which way?"
"Left and then straight for a mile or so. It doesn't matter if she can't act, she's hot!"
It seemed he thought this explained everything. I rolled my eyes. "You're such a guy."
He shrugged and I gave a small laugh.
"Turn right and in about 5 minutes, you'll see a sign for the scrap yard." He pointed down the road and when he retracted his hand, it brushed through my hand. It was cold and kind of weird feeling. I shook it off and Dean forgot to comment as the scrap yard came into view.
I drove through the yard, following Dean's direction until I parked by a house.
"Come on!" Dean said, bounding out of the car.
I took a deep breath before exiting the car and walking towards the door. It opened before I got there. A guy came out and as I came closer and saw him in profile, my eyebrows raised. Holy shit, I was obviously raised in the wrong place. Kansas seemed to be the place to go for guys.
"Sam?" I called out, and watched as he came closer. Holy shit he was huge. I had never felt really short at any point in my life before really until this.
Dean coughed.
I looked over at him briefly, frowning slightly.
"Emma Davis?"
I looked over at the guy I was supposing was Sam. "That's me. You are Sam Winchester, right?" I raised an eyebrow.
There was small chuckle. "Yes. Dean's with you?"
"Yup. Practically right next to you actually," which was true. Dean had moved over to Sam and seemed to be smiling widely. He was obviously happy to be here.
Sam looked around him and frowned. "I can't see him."
I sighed. Figured.
"You better come inside. You can meet Bobby and we can get this sorted out."
I nodded and looked at Dean, who had already moved towards the door. He motioned me to follow. Gathering up all of my resolve and nerve, I did.
Well, that's it for now. Hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading.
