Emma woke up in her bed, squinting in the bright sunlight. Someone was knocking on her bedroom door. When had she gone to bed? She couldn't remember even getting into bed. Suddenly it hit her.
She jumped straight out of bed, hitting her ankle on the nightstand and nearly falling over her pile of laundry on the ground in her rush to get to the door. Taking a deep breath, Emma pulled open her door. She nearly wept with relief.
The sand dunes were gone. The parking lot, the walkway, and the railings were all in the right places. There was also a giant standing in her doorway.
"Emma?" Her brother asked. "Are you ok? What happened?" Emma wondered what the expression on her face must look like. She shook her head. She needed a few moments to get her thoughts straight.
"Get Dean and Bobby and meet me in the diner across the street. I'll meet you guys there."
Emma looked around the hotel room one last time to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Now that she was showered and ready to go, it seemed easier to believe that last night had been her imagination, except for two things. The first was that both the tinsel and the key had disappeared. Emma wondered what had happened to them. She thought that most likely the Trickster had placed them there to mess with her head a little, make her a bit more vulnerable.
The second was a bit more obvious. After Emma had closed the door, she remembered what she had been wearing when the Trickster had visited, or, rather what she hadn't been wearing. She froze. She had just been talking to her brother… and her robe was over on the chair she had been sitting on last night. Slowly, she looked down, afraid of what she wouldn't see. Thankfully, she had in fact been wearing something.
Unfortunately, it had been a rather small, pink, lacey nightie. One she most certainly had never bought for herself. A present from the Trickster? Emma wondered if he actually thought this would be funny. She would never wear something like this to bed. She was more of a shorts and tank top girl. 'Oh well, at least it covers everything.'
So maybe it hadn't been a dream. Emma wondered why the Trickster had actually tried to warn her. Obviously it was some sort of trick, but why? What would it achieve? Maybe he was trying to turn the siblings against each other again.
At the diner, Dean, Sam and Bobby had already ordered their breakfast. Dean had gotten a huge stack of pancakes with scrambled eggs and bacon, Sam had gotten a fruit salad, and Bobby had gotten a bagel and eggs. Emma quickly ordered a smoothie and an English muffin, and tried to decide how to tell the boys what had happened.
"All right, then," Dean started, his mouth full of food, "what happened?"
Emma took a deep breath and told all the boys about how the Trickster was still alive and his warnings about the Winchester's futures. While she was telling the story, the boys faces went from anger to surprise to worry. When Emma had finished, the boys and Bobby sat still for a moment looking thoughtful.
Suddenly their faces changed, as if an electrical shock went through them all.
Dean took a bite. "All right, then, what happened?" he asked again, his mouth full of food.
It was Emma's turn to look surprise. "Uhhhh…. I just told you. The Trickster's alive? He gave a warning about the sacrifices we're going to make? Any of this sound familiar?"
"The Trickster's alive? How?" asked Sam.
"I just told you! Emma said loudly. "God, I mean, I know you guys don't listen very well, but come on!"
The men stared at her for a second. Suddenly, they gave another small jump, as if a jolt went through their bodies once more. Dean took a bite.
"All right then-" Dean started.
"Forget it. Nothing happened. Eat your breakfast." Emma snapped. She knew what was happening now. "I'm going to the bathroom." She got up quickly and stormed off towards the restroom.
The guys looked at each other.
"What's wrong with her?" Sam asked.
"Girl-time?" Dean suggested, his mouth somehow even more full of food.
Bobby just rolled his eyes.
Emma stormed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. "All right. Where are you?" She asked aloud. She waited for a few minutes. She was almost ready to give up when suddenly she heard a voice behind her.
"You're not very patient, are you?"
She turned around. "Why are you making them forget everything I tell them?"
"Who, those guys out there? I'm not making them forget everything. Just anything about me and last night."
"But you told me to warn them-"
"Yeah, I did. Unfortunately for you though, I don't want them to know I'm still alive. I really don't feel like dealing with them right now."
"Then how am I supposed to warn them?"
The Trickster shrugged. "Not my problem. I can't figure everything out."
Emma scowled at him.
He threw his hands up. "Come on, why are you so upset? I told you everything you need to know! I did all the work, now you just have to do this one little thing by yourself. It's not that hard."
Emma sighed. "I just don't want them to think that I feel like that. That I wouldn't do everything and anything for them."
The Trickster rolled his eyes. "I swear it's like talking to a brick wall. One of these days, you're going to have to learn that you can't feel like that. I understand family loyalty and love, really I do, but trust me, it's not going to end well for any of you."
Emma didn't say anything.
"You don't believe me, do you?" Emma shook her head.
He sighed. "Well, one day you will. I just hope it's not too late by then." He disappeared with a snap of his fingers.
Emma and her brothers said good-bye to Bobby. Within a day, they found another case, a woman and a farmer haunting a highway. The woman was being tormented by the farmer for accidentally killing him in the same crash that she died in. The poor woman didn't even know that she was dead.
After that, the siblings went to San Francisco to investigate a possible werewolf case. Although Dean had initially been very excited at the idea, the case soon turned tragic as it turned out that Madison, a woman Sam had grown to love, was a werewolf as well. When she found out, Madison had begged Sam to kill her, not wanting to be a monster. Sam had been very reluctant until Dean offered to do it for him. Emma had been heartbroken for her baby brother.
Dean had decided to take Sammy and Emma on a break to Los Angele after Madison and Charlie before they started hunting again. While Emma was happy that her brother was so thoughtful, she also felt guilty. Sam might deserve a break, but she didn't. Charlie, after all, hadn't died. The break however,, quickly turned into a case as there was a ghost haunting one of the movie sets.
After L.A, the Winchesters went to Little Rock, Arkansas. Since they were dealing with a case in a prison, they had decided that the boys would go alone. Emma was left with the Impala. To herself. For several days. She was going to have fun.
Author's note- Is this long enough? I tried! Warning though, the next chapter several chapters may or may not be short. I know what I want to do with this story, so the next couple parts are just me trying to get there.
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