Well, I managed to beat my goal (It was to finish this story before I turned 19). I feel a little dizzy. I have been working on this for over a year now. It kept me sane during my high school exams.
Anyway, I know this chapter may be a little long winded. Sorry about that. I needed to get everything out before I began the sequel.
I hope no one is too upset about it.
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"SAM" an angry voice echoed through the clearing. "What the hell did you do to my house?"
Dean laughed.
"Time to face the real wolves Sammy" He said, clapping his brother on the back.
Detangling himself from his brother, Sam was unable to hide his grin, as he turned to face his furious Uncle. Raising his hands in surrender and fixing his best 'innocent' look on his face, Sam took a step towards Levi.
"Uncle Levi, I know this looks bad but please believe that there is a very good explanation."
Levi pointed a finger violently in Sam's direction.
"There had better be young man." He growled, as threatening as any wolf.
Sam opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say which wouldn't end up making his Uncle even madder when a voice broke through the rain.
"Uncle" Dean called, stepping forward to stand next to his brother.
In front of them, Levi Uley took a step backwards, his face pale as he stared at his supposedly 'evil' nephew.
Sam vaguely wondered if Levi was going to faint, and if so, which of the four powerful supernatural beings in the clearing was going to be the one to catch him.
Dean ignored the look of panic from his uncle.
"Uncle, it's my fault that this happened. You see, there was this demon which was after Sam and I could have stopped it earlier but I didn't and it sort of punched him through the wall."
Dean looked at his feet, a look of slight embarrassment on his face.
"I will pay for the damage." He muttered. Then he looked up, smiling brightly. "Which I can do now, since I save money by drinking blood instead of eating."
Sam opened his mouth, ready to back up his brother, when Dean's words were finally processed by his brain. He turned to his brother.
"Dude! Gross!" He almost yelled.
Dean just grinned as the sound of laughter was heard from inside the house. Both brothers glanced up at the sound, noticing that both Edward and Jacob were laughing, Jacob still supporting a semi-contuse Jarred. Rolling his eyes, Sam turned back to his brother.
"Do you know what that's about?" he asked, indicating to the three men.
Dean tore his eyes away from the scene.
"Just your reaction, since I'm what they would call a 'vegetarian'. I don't drink from humans but I can still gross you out." Dean grinned again, hoping for some sign that he had caught Sam by surprise.
Sam just smiled a slightly evil smile.
"I already figured that out." He said in a flat voice. "You may be insane but you are not the type to kill for fun. Plus, you have the same coloured eyes as the Cullens, who don't feed from humans either"
It was something about the deadpan way Sam spoke. Almost as if by magic, both brothers began to laugh at themselves and the ridiculous situations they kept putting themselves through.
Levi Uley eyed his two nephews and slowly shook his head.
"I'm dealing with crazy people." He muttered, heading inside his home, ignoring the newly made hole.
Outside, the laughter slowly subsided as footsteps echoed once again on the porch. Glancing up, Dean finally got his first glimpse of the woman who was (if he was totally honest with himself) his main competition for his little brother. The only woman who could make Sam stay in Forks. The woman who had captured Sam's heart. Even from a quick glance, Dean could tell that Emily was beautiful, her dark hair a sharp contrast to her almost copper coloured skin. Dean continued to study her as Emily studied the hole in the wall, a look of amazement on her face. Then, slowly Emily turned to stare at Sam.
For a moment, Dean thanked his vampire control as he fought to withhold the gasp of horror. The grey light of the clearing enhanced Emily's scars, making them appear longer, more noticeable. Dean wondered how she had gained them, and more importantly, how she had survived. Emily's brown eyes glanced at him, making Dean wonder if she had guessed his horror, before she looked away, her eyes falling on Sam. Her face softened, the scars becoming less prominent as her face relaxed. She smiled slightly, as Sam stepped away from his brother and walked over to meet her.
Dean watched as Sam gently pulled Emily into his arms and received a soft kiss. Then, Emily pulled away, glancing back at the hole.
"What happened?" she asked softly.
Sam followed her gaze to the broken wood. The hole gave the two a good view of the occupants of the house. Jacob was pushing Jarred onto the small couch, while Edward was talking quietly to Levi, trying to talk the man into driving Jarred home.
"A demon." He muttered.
Emily immediately recognised the hint of sadness in Sam's tone. Quickly, she decided to change the subject. Reaching to the ripped fabric, she gently pulled at Sam's shirt.
"Another ruined shirt!" she stated, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I swear, there must be some sort of competition in the pack, to see who can destroy their clothes the fastest."
Sam returned his gaze to her face with a small laugh.
"Then I guess I now hold the record." He replied cheekily.
Emily reached over and smacked Sam on the head.
"Go and get changed." She ordered.
Sam smirked.
"Yes Ma'am" he muttered, stepping away from her.
Emily watched as he turned, and glared at the new comer who was standing a little way off, watching. With a small sigh, Sam turned and entered the house, only stopping briefly to pick something silver off the floor and say something to Jacob before retreating into his room.
Emily didn't even flinch as the stranger moved to stand next to her.
"I know who you are." She muttered, just loud enough for Dean to hear her.
Dean grinned slightly.
"Well that's good." He replied. "I would hate to repeat Sam's story."
Emily rolled her eyes as beside her, Dean sighed.
"Listen Emily, my brother loves and trusts you. You were the reason why he fought against me. You have given him a reason to live, when all he had were reasons to die. I can't tell you how much I owe you for that. That's why I need you to make him leave."
Emily turned to look at Dean, a look of horror on her face.
"Never!" She cried, her voice still just a whisper.
Dean sighed and gave Emily a sad look.
"Please just hear me out." He almost pleaded. He turned and glanced at the hole.
"The demon that did that wasn't a powerful one. Think of that Emily. A weak demon managed to cause that much damage. Imagine what a powerful demon could do."
Dean turned again to look at Emily, who was fighting back tears.
"Lilith is out there, moving closer with every passing moment. Emily, she knows that Sam is hiding out here. She is coming for him. If she finds him...." Dean trailed off, shaking his head. "I watched my brother die once already. I will give anything not to see it again."
Emily stared at Dean, surprised to see a look of sadness in those dark eyes as Dean returned her gaze.
"Please Emily. Sam won't leave unless you say something to him. You are the only one who can do this. Don't let him throw away his life."
Emily closed her eyes, the tears already escaping. Then, she gaze a small nod. Slowly, Dean reached over and rapped an arm around her briefly before pulling away, trying not to inhale her scent.
"Thankyou." He muttered.
Wiping the tears away, Emily turned and without looking back, entered the house.
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Emily strode through the living room, ignoring the rest of the houses occupants, her mind focused on her goal. Reaching the bedroom, she pushed open the door and slipped inside, closing the door behind her. Sam was standing in the middle of the room, naked except for a pair of clean jeans, running a towel through his wet hair.
Emily paused for a moment, to admire the view before stepping forward. Sam turned and frowned as Emily side stepped him and pulled open the closet. Quickly, she located one of the spare bags and pulled it out, dumping it on the bed. Then, she ducked past Sam and reached the chest of draws. Pulling it open, she grabbed a handful of Sam's clothes and threw them on the bed. Then, she turned back to the draw, repeating the motion twice more before the draw was empty. Sliding it back in place, she pulled out another draw, this one filled with her own clothes, and repeated the motion until both their clothes covered the bed.
Grabbing one of the Sam's shirts, she tossed it at the stunned Hunter before she began shoving fistfuls of clothes into the bag.
Sam finally broke his stunned silence.
"Em, what are you doing?" He asked.
"Emily didn't even pause in her work.
"We are leaving before Lilith arrives." She said, deliberately empathising the 'we'.
Sam blinked, finally understanding that Emily was saying.
"Em, no." He said, reaching for her.
Emily let go of the bag as Sam pulled her around to face him.
"Don't do this. Don't give up your life for me." He said.
Slowly, Emily reached over and stroked Sam's cheek.
"Yes I do, because without you, I have no life." She whispered, the tears once again threatening to fall. Then, she smiled. "You and me, together." She muttered.
Slowly, Sam reached forward and once again pulled her into a hug. Emily gripped Sam's strong shoulders for a moment before Sam sighed.
"Alright" he whispered into her hair.
Releasing her, he turned and picked up the keys he had retrieved from the floor, before turning and smiling.
"Be back in a moment." He muttered as he slipped out of the room.
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Jacob sat on the floor next to the couch, watching as Edward and Dean stood outside, talking quietly. Levi had finally agreed to help get Jarred home once he was contuse so now all they could do was wait. Jacob glanced over at Jarred.
He had to admit, the ease in which the demon had taken control and the strength it had displayed, had frightened Jacob. He had always believed that with the right mindset, the pack could be undefeatable. Now he was having second thoughts.
The sound of footsteps broke through Jacobs musing. He turned to watch as Sam entered the room and looked around, finally spotting his brother.
"Dean." He called, before throwing a silver object towards the vampire.
Dean caught it without looking, glancing at his brother. Sam just pointed.
"Garage is around the side of the house." He said.
Dean grinned and disappeared towards the garage. Sam, on the other hand, turned and slipped back into his room. Jacob and Edward exchanged glances as Edward walked back onto the porch, the roar of an engine breaking through the silence.
A black car rolled into view.
Jacob felt his jaw drop. Rising quickly to his feet, he was already outside and studying the car as Dean slipped out of the driver seat.
"No way! A 1967 Chevrolet Impala?" he asked, jumping off the porch.
Dean grinned.
"I take it Sammy never showed you my baby before." He commented dryly, as he walked around the back, opening the boot.
Jacob didn't take his eyes off the car as Sam exited his room, Emily following behind him, a bag slung over his shoulder. Without a work exchanged, Sam tossed the bag to Dean. Dean caught it easily in one hand, the other reaching into the boot and pulling out a shot gun. Dumping the bag inside, Dean then casually dropped the gun on top, slamming the boot shut.
Silence filled the clearing once again, as Levi and Edward stepped out onto the porch.
"So you really are leaving?" Levi asked, stepping off the porch.
Sam nodded, allowing his uncle to hug him.
"Take care kiddo." Levi muttered, releasing Sam. Then he turned to Emily.
"Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." He said to her. Emily smiled.
"I will try, but knowing Sam...." She trailed off, grinning.
Sam tried to muffle his laugh, before turning to Jacob.
"I don't think I need to tell you to take care of the pack Jake." He muttered.
Jacob shook his head, before slapping Sam on the shoulder. Sam shook his head, grinning, before turning to his brother.
"I take it, you plan to stick around?" he said.
Dean grinned.
"Yep. If Lilith sets one foot in town, we will be ready to try and take her down. Plus Eddie here planned to show us some of his family's hunting grounds." He said as Edward winced at the new nickname.
Sam rolled his eyes.
"I don't know how it is possible but becoming a vampire has made you even more annoying." He muttered.
Dean laughed, as Sam opened the passenger door, letting Emily slip inside the car. Sam closed the door and walked around the side of the car, pulling the driver door open.
"Sam?" Dean called, causing his younger brother to stop. "Lenore says hi."
Sam stared at his brother in confusion before slowly remembering the vampire. He smiled, shaking his head.
"I never did get around to telling the Cullens about her." He muttered, all too aware of the look Edward was giving him as the vampire read him mind. "I suppose you will have to arrange a meeting." He called to Dean.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"Disorganised Sammy" he muttered.
Silence fell once again as Sam scanned the clearing. Then he sighed, leaning against the car.
"You know, crazy as it seems, this was the closest I have ever had to a normal life." He muttered, half to himself.
Dean walked over and slapped him on the back.
"Buck up Sammy and stop bitching." He shot.
"Jerk." Sam muttered, climbing into the car.
The engine roared to life once more as the car rolled out of the clearing and onto the road.
Dean watched it go silently.
Then he turned away, his mind returning to his job. Sam was safely out of the picture. Now it was time to kick some demon ass. It was time to hunt for Lilith.
The End (For now)
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I hope everyone will be happy to know that I have already begun work on the sequel. Also, I know that Emily may seem a little OCish. But I thought I could get away with it, since she wasn't really a developed character in the books.
Oh, and if anyone was interested, Lenore was the leader of the vampire coven in the episode 'Blood Lust'. She was the one who was being hunted by Gordon and kidnapped Sam. I added her because America is huge and I find it hard to believe that A. The Cullens could know every vampire coven in the country, and B. They were the only ones to think up the whole 'vegetarianism' thing.