"How the hell did you get out?" Dean questions with a frown. Then he looks at Zane and his face is flushed with rage. Dean doesn't like when he doesn't get his way. He would love for me to stay home with a pair of oversized jeans and turtle neck sweater. Maybe reading a book or cooking him a burger. That would be Dean's dream life. "Him."
"Zane," I correct. I glance over at Zane and see his stormy eyes analyzing the steering wheel. Dean frowns at me and sighs heavily. "You kind of ruined our cover Dean." He glares at me.
"He's a hunter? Nevermind, we don't have time. Sammy and I are going to break in. 5 minutes. Bobby is going to watch for any runaways," he explains. I make my "Not a good idea, Dean" duck face.
"Why don't Zane and I take the back and you take the front? We'll meet at the stairs," I explain. Dean raises his eyebrows.
"Leave two teenagers alone in a house? Nice try little sister," he whispers. I roll my eyes at this remark. "It is a one story house anyways."
"What are we going to do, have sex?" I ask. Zane chokes behind me and begins coughing. "There is a basement, dip shit." Dean begins blushing until his face is a bright red. Zane continues coughing for a full minute.
"Whatever, smart ass. We'll do it your way," Dean murmurs, awkwardly crawling back to his car. Zane's eyes are wide and he is still laid back in his seat. I smile at him and begin laughing quietly. His eyes dart at me.
"What?" he asks.
"Well, I kinda thought you were some sexy bad boy with a huge ego. You're kind of adorable," I answer. He bangs his head against the seat.
"You blew my cover," he whines. I smile and peak out the window.
"Their going in. C'mon, let's get to the back," I tell him. We close our doors softly and walk to Dean's car, which has the trunk opened. I grab about six daggers and try to shut it silently. Zane already has a gun in a holster and a gigantic knife.
"I'm set, thanks," he tells me. I nod. Dean has the colt and I have the knife. Sammy was supposed to take it, but he left it in the trunk for me. We go to the edge of the surprisingly well-kept red house. As we get closer to the house, I feel like kissing Zane or stabbing him. I am not too sure. "Do you feel that?" he whispers to me. I nod. There is a demon sitting there and Zane attacks swiftly. As he is struggling against the much stronger demon, I sneak behind it and stab with the knife.
Even though I know it is dead, I keep stabbing. Nobody ever asked how I felt about Dad being gone because for some reason they didn't believe me to be the least bit affected. Maybe I wasn't for a while. Deep down, I have always been attached to Dad. Now he's gone.
"Emma, stop. You're crying," Zane whispers. He wipes away the tears that I didn't feel fall down my face in the first place. I smile a bit and we move into the house. Only two demons stood at the door. They are playing cards and having a conversation about mortal girls.
"…fun to play with for a while, but they get so boring," one mentions. The other nods, his short curly hair bouncing.
"Yeah, but the thing is with the demons, the sex is okay and they are beautiful-" Curly Hair begins. The first one slaps down a few cards.
"-but they are too bossy and dramatic," the other finishes. I throw the knife at the one whose back is turned. Zane struggles with Curly Hair. I slide the knife to him, and he stabs Curly Hair. I feel a rush like I haven't felt before. Shuffling sounds emanate from a close room. Dean and Sammy.
For some reason, some type of angry lust builds inside of me. I need to see Dean get angry, I need him full of rage. Dean needs to know how it feels to be me. To see them do everything while I sit like the little girl they expect me to be. How can I show them that I am not a little girl? The answer is simple, Zane. I jump on him and make out with him by the stairs. He unzips my jacket and I take off his shirt.
"What the hell is this?" Dean growls. Keeping my eyes locked on Zane as I kiss him, I ignore Dean.
"Emma, this is not like you," Sammy whispers. Then all of a sudden, I fall backward and a great pain burns me. I clench my teeth to avoid screaming. Dean pushes Zane away and crouches beside me. Sammy holds my head up in his hands, but the pain continually gets worse. Heels clack on the stairs.
"Well isn't it the Winchesters and the Lone Wolf? What a wonderful surprise! Did you enjoy my present Daniels?" a woman's close voice asks. My vision is blurred and all I see is a figure. A pain that feels like my internal organs are exploding inside me shoots me. I scream, trying to numb it somehow.
"You're dead, bitch," Dean yells.
"Oh Dean, I don't really think that language will help you in any way now," the woman says. I scream again, but my eyes involuntarily close. Everything goes black.
