The Adventures of Emma Davis
Part One: Just Plain Awkwardness
Chapter Seven: Let's Go Drinking!
Notes: This is the final chapter of Just Plain Awkwardness. I know, it's sad. Don't worry though, Part Two is almost complete and then it won't be long before I post it. Hope you guys enjoy it!
Fall was almost over. The air had gotten cooler and the leaves we saw when we drove into town were all coloured. It was kind of pretty really.
I was out in the back, again practising shooting. There was really not much to do aside from reading and shooting. I could always attempt to fix my own car or clean but then I'd have to hang around Dean more and I didn't think Bobby would appreciate me cleaning. His house really wasn't that dirty. It wasn't that I didn't want to be near Dean, hell, now that he got back to hunting and had his little brother back, he was slightly less annoying; it was just a bit more awkward.
I had noticed that Dean liked working on my car. I wasn't that surprised. It was more of when I sat outside with him and I noticed him staring off into space. He didn't really look happy. It seemed like he tore apart my car for an excuse, not to fix it, but to have something to do so his hands weren't idle.
Sam had practically holed himself up in the library. I didn't know why but days had passed when I hadn't seen him at all. Dean was never happy about that and lying in bed I heard them argue a few times. Or at least Dean bang on the door and tell Sam to "get his ass to the table."
I think Dean was worried, but I shrugged. I didn't know what family issues were going on there and I didn't want to pry.
I had gotten a bit better in regards to my aim but still never hit the bulls-eye. I could live with that.
"You need to fix your stance."
I startled and turned. Dean was leaning on one of the trees. He was staring at me again, before he moved and stood near me.
"Try again." He said, and I moved into my stance. He stood behind me.
His hand moved to my right thigh and I stiffened. His breath blew against my ear as he chuckled. "Relax," he said and put pressure on it. "Just move your leg a bit more back." I followed his direction. "That's it, now aim with both eyes, not just one."
I fired a shot. I hit closer to the bulls-eye.
Dean was still in the same place; hand on my thigh, chest pressed against my back, and his mouth next to my ear.
As if suddenly aware of the position, my body started to react. I shivered when his breath hit my ear again and the place where his hand was suddenly felt like heat. My stomach clenched. I stepped away.
When I turned to look at me, he was staring at me intensely. "So," I said, gulping slightly and attempting to bring back the irritation I usually felt near him. "Did you come back here to just feel me up or what?"
That seemed to snap him out of his contemplation. I was expecting a snap remark or some kind of comment but instead he grinned and tilted his head a little.
"I'm done working on your car." He said, grinning wider when he saw my smile. "I came to get you so I could teach you a few things about taking care of it."
I agreed, eager to see the car.
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I walked, eyes closed and being lead by Dean. He teased me about not peeking. He seemed eagerly excited for it that I felt no harm in indulging him. A small smile was on my face when we stopped.
"Okay, open your eyes!"
I did. In front of me was my car. At least, I assumed it was my car. It was the same style and everything except it was a bright cobalt blue. My jaw dropped.
"Wow." I said, walking around it to get a better look at it. There were no more rust spots. It looked brand new.
"Yeah," He said, and grinned. He looked almost sheepish. "I thought the blue suited you, well, the car." He motioned to it. He looked kind of nervous. I admit it was kind of cute.
"Thank you." I looked up at him now that I had come full circle. "Seriously, thank you."
"Come on," and he lifted up the hood. "This is your engine…."
I spent a few hours with Dean, this time actually taking care as to what he was saying. I felt like I had to this time, after all the work he had put into it.
He had been telling me about the carburetor when he had stopped and looked at me. "I guess you'll be leaving tomorrow?"
I nodded. "Yeah, now that I can," I teased, grinning lightly. I considered going home then but the thought of driving all that way now that the sun was setting didn't really interest me.
" Well," He clapped his hands. "How should we spend the last night?" He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes. "You wish," I said, shaking my head a bit.
"Well, let's go drinking!"
~~~
We had ended up at a bar in town. Bobby had declined and so had Sam, which meant it was just Dean and I. It was kind of awkward.
There was the initial "So…" part but after a few drinks, and the beginning of telling stories, it went away.
"And then he get's his shoe stuck in a gutter, and I look back and he's just looking at me with those puppy dog eyes…"
I laugh. "Then what?"
"Well, he gets kidnapped right, easily too because of the bad luck."
Dean looked as if he was in his element. There was some classic rock playing in the background and he was sitting in the booth, a drink in one hand, telling me the story while picking at the fries he had ordered.
"Then that bitch, Bella, shows up at the graveyard as we're about the burn it. Holding us at gun point."
Another drink and he's done stories.
We sit in silence for a moment before he speaks. "You never asked."
"Asked what?"
"About the deal." He looked completely serious and I had to think for a moment before figuring out just what he was talking about.
"Oh! Well, it's not my business."
He nodded and looked like he was about to say something but decided not to.
We sat in silence some more before I stood up. "I'll be right back." I said and made my way to the washroom. I had only had a couple drinks, not really looking to be hung-over on the drive home tomorrow.
~~
I was walking back when a guy stopped me.
"Hey babe," he said, smiling. I raised my eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" I drawled, wondering how I could easily get out of this situation.
"Sure can," he said and moved closer.
I took a step back and put my arms across my chest.
"Aw, she's shy," he called, grinning. I looked over to see two other guys standing at the pool table next to us.
"She's not interested, more like." I replied. "If you'll excuse me." I went to walk around him when his hand grabbed my arm.
"Now now, I'm just being friendly. Not from around here are you?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Get you're hand off of me, and if you touch me again I'll cut off your fingers."
He pulled his hand back and laughed. "Ooo, feisty. I like that."
An arm wrapped itself around my waist and I saw the guy in front of me widen his eyes.
"Well she doesn't like you." Dean's voice rang out from beside me. "You alright darlin'?" He asked, looking down at me.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine." I looked over at the guy in front of me. "As you can see, I'm here with someone," I felt Dean's hand tighten on my waist. "So if you'll excuse us." This time, the guy didn't try to stop us from getting by.
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"What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Trouble follows you like a magnet, doesn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, before I met you, my life was perfectly normal. My main problems were get a job, maybe find a guy, just kind of live my life the way I liked to, you know?"
He nodded.
"Now, well, now my latest problems have included being harassed by a ghost, and making sure I don't end up either possessed by a demon or have my house haunted…further."
He laughed. "Well, you could always get a tattoo. This," he pulled down part of his shirt to show a pentacle tattoo, "will keep you from getting possessed at least." He paused and then grinned. "I know where you should put it."
"Pig," I muttered and then sighed. "Do you ever wish that like, this wasn't your life?"
He went silent. I wasn't sure he would even answer.
"I've seen…" He paused. "I've seen what my life would be like, if my mom didn't die. If we had never become hunters. Sam and I barely spoke."
"But," I started, and then bit my lip as I was unsure whether or not I should continue. "But you are a hunter, wouldn't you want a family now?"
He scoffed. "And how would that work? We'd travel all the time? My family would constantly be in danger? What, would I have my wife not know about my hunting?
Would I wait until something came to kill her?" He was angry now and then suddenly it faded. "I've lived the kind of life that leads to. I wouldn't put them through that."
We sat in silence before I spoke my thoughts. "Well, what if you married like, another hunter? That way they knew what you did and could even protect themselves. It is possible to be fairly stationary and safe, Bobby is. You could hunt in the immediate area mostly, and travel when it was needed…then at least, I guess, the area you live would be safe." I paused, and looked up as if considering. I shrugged. "What do I know though, right?" I asked and grinned.
I looked at a clock on one of the walls; it was about 1 in the morning. "Come on Dean," I stood up. "I got to get a decent night sleep before I take off tomorrow, let's head back."
He nodded and stood up, leaving some cash on the table for a tip.
"You okay to drive?" I asked, looking at him carefully.
He nodded and walked to the Impala. I followed, noting to myself to watch him and make him pull over if I thought he needed to.
We were almost at Bobby's when he pulled over on his own. Obviously, I was slightly concerned.
"You alright?" I asked. "You're not going to hurl are you? 'Cause if you are, please get out of the car. I can't handle the smell."
"I'm going to die in like, 7 months."
"What?"
"The deal you heard. I made one with a crossroads demon."
"Why the hell would you do that?" I demanded, looking at him like he was slightly crazy.
"Sam was dead." A simple statement that explained everything. I had seen how much he had wanted to get back to his brother as a ghost, and what they were like together. It was kind of obvious how much Dean cared for his brother. "Sam was dead, what could I do?" He took a deep breath.
"You don't have to tell me," I said.
"He had been stabbed, and…I had already lost my dad, Em, now my brother? What was I supposed to do?" He sounded so desperate that it shocked me.
I took a breath. "I get it."
He looked at me.
"I mean, I don't have any siblings or anything, but I've seen you Dean. Hell, how could I not when you harassed me as a ghost. But it was always the same tune 'I gotta get back to my brother'. I'm sure you'll figure something out," I said, totally and completely unsure. "If not, well, it's not like you've done anything not to be proud of. You spend your life saving people Dean, and you don't seem to think you deserve any credit. You gave up your life for your brother's Dean, no matter what you think, you're a hero in some sense. Like it or not."
He was silent for a moment and then shook his head. "Alright," he said, "enough of the chick flick moment." He grinned at me then. "What about that tattoo?"
~~~
When I woke up that morning, I hurt. My head didn't hurt so much, but part of my right hip did. When I got up to check it out, I found the same sort of tattoo that Dean had on his chest. Then only difference was that just under the pentacle, I'm pretty sure that there was script, which read 'Dean'.
"DEAN!!!" I screamed.
I was standing at my car, my bag was packed and already in it. Bobby, Sam and Dean were standing across from me. Dean was going on about things to pay attention for and reminding me that my cell phone had all of their numbers in it. He was pacing and at one point I made a face and mimicked him. Sam and Bobby cracked a smile.
"Alright," I said, holding up my hands. "Enough already and let me leave, would ya?"
He stopped pacing and talking and just looked at me. I passed by him and stopped in front of Bobby.
"Thanks Bobby, for you know, letting me stay here and working on my car and everything." I gave a brief hug, which I think shocked him a bit but he returned.
"Thanks for returning the boy," he said and then looked at me. "Any signs of trouble, you call alright?"
I nodded.
"You're always welcome here."
I smiled and thanked him again. I watched him walk back inside and Sam stepped in front of me.
"Thank you Emma," he said before I could get a word in. "For returning my brother. Listen to Dean…any sign-"
I cut him off. "I know I know, any sign of trouble, call." I rolled my eyes. "Sheesh." I looked up at him, craning my neck a bit. "Take care Sam, and keep in touch or something, you know? Take care of the idiot here," I pointed behind me to Dean.
"Hey!" Dean called out but I ignored him.
"I'll try," he said and gave me a smile.
I attempted to hug him, and luckily he bent down to return it. "Hopefully, if I ever see you around Sam, it'll be for something good."
He laughed, ruffled my hair (to which I scowled at him) and looked at Dean. He smiled at me again before he turned to walk inside.
I turned and walked to my car. When I was at the door, I turned to Dean. "So," I started, "looks like we're finally parting. Good riddance," I joked but he kind of just stared at me.
"Be careful," he said and I nodded.
"Try not to die Dean," I said and smiled. "I really don't want you coming back and haunting me."
He smiled and stepped closer. He was looking at me intensely again. "Em…" he trailed off and I saw him lean forward a bit.
I put my hand on his chest. "Easy tiger," I said and grinned. Seeing his expression, it faltered. "Bad idea," I muttered and he nodded. "Besides," I said, grinning again. "Didn't I say before it wasn't going to be that easy?"
He smirked and opened my door. I got in. "Least you'll always have something to remember me by more…permanently." He grinned.
I glared at him, remembering my new tattoo. God, luckily it was easy to hide.
He shut my door. "Thank you, Em. Really."
"Purely selfish Dean. Now you're their problem…" I grinned and started my car. It purred.
"Take care of her," he said, patting the car and closing my door.
I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Don't worry." I set up my iPod and cassette adaptor and then pressed play. Something from The Little Mermaid came on and I quickly skipped it. Blushing a bit and grinning. Dean laughed.
"See you around Toto!" I called, and backed up. I waved bye to Dean and to Bobby's house in case anyone was watching and drove out of the scrap yard. Time to go home.
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