Author's note- Sorry this took so long! I had no idea how to go about this chapter, but I think it came out pretty good.
Emma and Dean waited outside of the building as the sun went down. Emma pulled out her phone, impatient for Sam to get back from Charlie's apartment. He had been gone for more than an hour. "Forget this." she mumbled to herself as she turned towards the building.
"Where are you going? We agreed to wait until Sam comes back before we do anything."
"I gotta go to the little girls room." Emma lied smoothly.
"Sure you do. You ain't going in there alone." Dean shot back.
"Fine then. Come with me. I'm sick of waiting here."
Dean followed his sister into the building. "That's not exactly what I meant."
The pair wandered around the building. Dean noticed that his sister seemed unusually sullen looking. Dean wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't very good at comforting people, as he usually had Sam to do that for him, especially when it came to their sister.
"So, uh, do you wanna talk about it?"
"About what?"
"You know, this guy problem-thing."
"Nope." Emma replied, popping the 'p' slightly. Dean tried not to look too relieved.
"I think I hear something coming from over there." Emma said, pointing towards two doors. She and her brother slowly raised their guns, and giving a slight nod, Dean slowly opened one of the doors. "Cover me." He said.
Dean walked into a giant auditorium as Emma waited behind the door. She could hear that some Barry White was coming from the speakers. Peering in, Emma saw her brother talking to someone. Someone in a janitor uniform. Staring at the scene before her, Emma could no longer lie to herself. She had been played just as much as her brothers had. Charlie- the Trickster, Emma corrected herself- had been distracting her. There had been no real connection between the two. It had all been a ploy, and she had fallen for it hook, line and sinker.
On the stage was a giant bed. On said bed were two scantily clad women. Emma wondered if those were the two who the Trickster had had sex with last night. She was almost jealous before she remembered that she hated him. She heard a bit of the conversation going on inside. "Come on," she heard the jerk inside say. "Those people got what was coming to them. Hoisted on their own petards. But you Winchesters. I like you. I do. Especially that short one. She seems…interesting." Emma glared at the back of his head. She knew he was lying, trying to get out of the serious ass-kicking that was coming to him, but a small part of her wondered if he meant it.
Sam and Bobby arrived at the doors. Emma motioned for Sam to go to the other door that led to the far side of the room, while Bobby stayed with her. They could hear the conversation wrapping up inside. As the Trickster scolded Dean on coming alone, the trio of hunters stepped into view.
The Trickster looked at the back of the room. For a second, Emma thought that he was looking right into her eyes, before he turned back to Dean. "So that fight outside, that was all a trick?" Dean simply shrugged. "Not bad." said the Trickster. "But you wanna see a real trick?" He snapped his fingers.
A chainsaw sprang into life behind Sam. The hunters ran towards the stage. Emma could hear the Trickster laughing. Before she could turn to face him, she felt something land on her back, almost knocking her over. She heard a high pitched squealing in her ears. Suddenly, whatever had jumped onto her jumped back off. She quickly spun around to face her attacker.
So this was a bat-boy. It was a small, child sized creature. Its face was mostly human, but it had a huge oversized mouth and pointed ears. On its back were two small, leathery wings. Emma saw her brother start towards her and the monster.
"I got it, go help Bobby!" shouted Emma. Sam reluctantly turned around to help the older man; from the corner of her eye, Emma saw Dean being thrown onto the stage by the blonde bimbo.
The bat boy had disappeared. Emma spun desperately, trying to find it again. 'Where could it have gone?' she wondered, puzzled. Suddenly it hit her, and she could have slapped herself. She looked up. There it was hanging from the curtains above the stage. When it saw her looking up, the creature gave a hiss and leaped back down. Emma reached for her knife as the thing reached her. She managed to cut its shoulder before it bit her wrist. Although the bite wasn't deep, she could feel a burn rushing up her arm. Suddenly she remembered the article they had seen earlier. 'Craaaap. Crapcrapcrapcrap!' Instant paralyzation. She fell down as her knees gave out.
Soon the bat boy was above her, breathing horrible, hot breath into her face. Emma wished she could at least turn her head away from it, but her body would no longer listen to that small command. She braced herself internally as the thing gave a smile and started towards her neck, blocking her vision with its giant head.
Suddenly Emma could no longer feel its breath. It sat up, and as Emma watched, it disappeared in a blue shimmer. In its place was the Trickster, looking concerned.
As soon as it was gone, Emma could feel the burning sensation running through her body disappear. The Trickster's face turned from a look of concern to a smirk so fast, she had to wonder if she had only wanted to see the concern.
"Man," he said. "You really need to work on not getting your ass kicked in fights." Emma suddenly felt a warm splatter of blood on her face. The Trickster looked down, his eyes wide. The point of the stake Dean had brought was sticking out of his chest. Emma saw the chainsaw man and the bimbos disappear in the same blue shimmer that had gotten rid of the bat boy a moment before.
"You're one to talk." Dean said, as the Trickster fell to the ground. The candy bar he had been eating fell next to Emma's foot. She quickly got up and stood by her older brother. "Come on, we need to get out of here." Bobby and Sam were already heading towards the door. Emma looked down at the Trickster. She couldn't help the wave of sadness that washed over her. She had really liked him, or at least what he had pretended to be. She leaned down to close his eyes.
"Come on" Dean said, yanking her back up. Together they ran out the doors to the entrance of the building. As they reached the car, the siblings all looked at each other.
"Dean, Emma…" Sammy started, seemingly lost for words.
"I know." Emma said. "Me too."
"Yeah." Dean agreed.
"You guys are breaking my heart, can we get out of here, now?" Bobby asked sarcastically.
Emma climbed into the backseat after Bobby, As they drove out of sight, Emma watched the building get smaller and smaller, even as she felt the sadness over Charlie grow bigger and bigger.
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