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Chapter Fourteen: Cock Tease
Dean was dreaming of a fiery eyed brunette in a leather mini-skirt and white tube top when something hit him hard bringing him out of his dream.
"What the hell?" He opened his eyes to find not one but two people looming over him.
"Gemma's gone." Emily's voice held a hint of amusement.
"What?" Dean sat up more fully. "Where'd she go?"
"Don't know, but she left you this." She handed him two pieces of red lace and his phone.
"We should go find her." Sam said.
"She'll be fine." Dean told Sam lightly.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Her car is gone so it looks like I'm riding in the backseat." Emily smirked.
"You know where she is?" Sam asked Dean.
"No…but since the giver of life over there hasn't sliced my nuts off I'm assuming she knows something." Dean opened his phone and quickly checked his new text messages before closing it and tossing his jeans on.
"Emily she's not safe by herself." Sam said turning to the dark-eyed teen grabbing up duffle bags.
"Sam, its Gemma. Once she gets wherever she's going she won't be alone for very long." Emily gave him a saucy wink before taking her and Sam's bags out to the Impala.
"We are going after her right?" Sam turned to Dean.
"Absolutely not." Dean said throwing a shirt on and zipping up his own bag. He flipped open his phone and looked at his messages.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"She doesn't like pillow talk." Dean told Sam with a grin.
"What?"
"Remind me to never sleep with green-eyed brunettes when this is over." Dean said flipping his phone closed and following Emily out the door.
The three got in the Impala and headed west.
"Somebody please tell me what's going on." Sam begged after his brother and new nighttime fantasy shared a secretive look.
"There's nothing going on Sammy." Dean told him once again.
"She left you her underwear Dean." Sam pointed out.
"Point being?" Dean asked.
"Do you really want to know Sam?" Emily asked from the backseat. She'd been texting non-stop since they left the motel.
"Now I'm not so sure." Sam answered raising an eyebrow.
"She's going to the funeral. Afterwards she plans to do something incredibly foolish and reckless that will probably land her in one of three situations." Emily said simply.
"All I knew about was the funeral; she also said something about a video camera, bottle of Jack Daniels and a pole in her text message." Dean said heatedly.
"One she'll end up in jail, two in the emergency room or three, six feet under." Emily flipped her phone shut.
Dean slammed on the breaks.
"What?" He whipped around to grab for Emily's cell phone. Emily having expecting this reaction had placed her phone down her shirt. "You do realize that if she dies you'll die?"
"There's always a loophole Dean Winchester." Emily told him. Sam looked back at Emily concerned.
"What is she planning on doing?" Sam asked solemnly.
"That's between her and her priest." Emily shrugged.
"I'm assuming we aren't talking about a catholic priest." Dean said sarcastically.
"Well she did go to catholic school until about sixth grade." Emily said opening her phone back up now that Dean was back on the road.
"Why'd she switch to public?" Sam asked interested.
"She accidently set the chapel on fire during Christmas Mass." Sam laughed and it surprised Emily to see that Dean's only reaction was his hands tightening on the steering wheel.
"Come on Dean lighten up." Sam said.
They drove all day only stopping once Dean was too tired to continue. They rented a room for the night and Emily pulled Gemma's computer out of her bag.
"She didn't take her laptop with her?" Sam asked.
"She said she wouldn't need it." Emily replied pulling up the web browser.
Dean's phone rang and the melancholy hunter answered it.
"Hello?" Dean slammed his fist on the small table causing both Sam and Emily to turn towards him startled. "Where the hell are you?" Dean's confused expression told Emily that Gemma was giving him the run around. "Of course I'm pissed! Emily told me you're planning to get yourself killed!" Emily sighed heavily and rolled her eyes going back to her computer. "Of course I care!" Sam sat down next to Emily on the bed and felt her stiffen at his brother's words. "When I find you I'm going to…hello?" Dean pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it before throwing it across the room. "She hung up on me!" He shouted.
"You shouldn't have told her you care." Emily said rigidly.
"Why the hell not?" Dean demanded.
"That makes you a liability to her." Emily told him yawning.
"She's hunting isn't she?" Sam asked Emily.
"And the award goes to Sammy Winchester!" Her voice was strained and Sam decided to press further.
"What's she going after?" Sam asked.
"What do you think?" Emily asked back giving him the 'I can't believe you have to ask' look.
"Lilith?" Dean asked.
"Wrong." Emily said looking to Sam for a second guess.
"Alastair?" Sam guessed.
"Wrong again." Her gaze fell to Dean.
"What else could she be hunting?" Sam asked. "She's never even been hunting…she's going to get herself killed."
"Ruby." Dean said softly.
"Closer." Emily smiled at him wiggling her fingers in his direction.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Dean groaned.
"Nope." Emily smiled going back to surfing the web.
"Dean?" Sam looked at his brother confused.
"She's going after Hecate." Dean told him.
"She's guarding Hecate." Sam said.
"Really Dean you can't look all angry and annoyed." Emily pointed a finger at him.
"Why can't I?" Dean demanded.
"If she manages to destroy Hecate, guardianship of her becomes unnecessary meaning our mojo will disappear and our lives can go back to normal. Once we go back to normal you two can go back to normal." Emily explained. "For two experienced hunters you two really aren't that bright."
"She can't kill a demon!" Dean shouted at her.
"Dean, yes she can." Sam said rifling through his bag.
"Banish and kill are two different things." Dean pointed out.
"Dean…she took the knife." Sam showed Dean his duffle.
"Son of a bitch…she's more irritating than Bella ever was." Dean grabbed his phone from the floor and called Gemma's phone.
Gemma's phone rang and she smiled answering it.
"Yes Dean?" She asked.
"You're a piece of work you know that right?" Dean's irritation was almost tangible through the phone. "I never quite understood why both Lilith and Ruby made comments about seeing you before." Dean said.
"Don't beat yourself up Dean; we all have our own cross to bear." She said smugly.
"Why didn't you take Emily with you?" He asked.
"She's safe with you two." Gemma told him.
"How did you know about the knife?" Dean asked.
"I actually stumbled on it to be honest. I didn't think that Ruby would've given it to you so readily." Her words brought forth more questions.
"How did you know about what it can do?" Dean was still concerned about his sweetheart but she'd stolen from him so it was almost too easy to hide that emotion over the phone.
"It's hard not to remember the knife that slit the throat of one of your best friends." Gemma sneered into her phone. "Ruby killed Kelsey that night because we were much too close to finding her scrawny ass and sending it back to hell, permanently."
Gemma heard Dean make up some lame excuse about needing to go outside.
"Ruby's trying to break the seal on Hecate?" Dean asked softly.
"Kelsey had managed to track Ruby down and we were going to exorcize her but Ruby was tipped off probably by Lilith and she went and killed Kelsey. The police didn't care to begin with so what was one more girl, right? I went back to get Ruby's location and found the bitch cleaning that damn knife. She'd said it was kind of ironic a demon hunter being killed by a demon killing blade." Gemma told Dean.
"One more reason I'm shoving that knife into the bitch's chest." Dean said looking around.
"She disappeared before I could do anything. These gifts that guardianship gives us are great but there are too many high level demons wanting my head. So I'm going to kill Hecate and then go after Lilith and Ruby the old fashioned way." Her plan was simple.
"What are you wearing?" Dean asked. Her laugh brought forth a groan from him. "Listening to you talk dirty about killing Lilith and Ruby is making me-"
"I'm not having phone sex with you, Dean." She said lightly.
"Why couldn't you just tell me what you were going to do?" He asked leaning up against the outside of the motel building.
"I couldn't risk you, Emily or Sam getting hurt by following me out here." Gemma's voice was quiet.
"Are you still mad at me?" Dean asked.
"What happened to no chick flick moments?" She responded.
"I'd rather have those than you getting hurt." He mumbled.
"I'm still not telling you what I'm wearing." She said reaching for her glass and taking a sip of water.
"Damn it you're such a cock tease!" He growled into his phone.
"You have the vocabulary of a sixteen year old." She said giggling.
"Wait…you're not wearing anything are you?" Dean asked with a smirk on his face.
"Actually I'm in my skirt and your shirt." She said. He could hear music in the background.
"What about underneath?" Dean asked looking around before reaching for his belt. The phone went dead. "She has got to quit hanging up on me." He turned around and shouted.
Castiel was facing him with a slight grin on his face.
"I thought angels weren't supposed to show emotion." Dean said putting his phone back in his pocket.
"Gemma is special." Castiel said softly the grin now gone.
"Yeah she's a regular nut job that's what she is." Dean huffed running a hand through his hair.
"She can destroy Hecate…but like Sam her abilities will never go away." Castiel's voice was back to its usual monotone soullessness.
"Why don't you go bug her for a change?" Dean asked moving towards their room.
"I did." Castiel replied.
Dean turned and took in Castiel's image fully. The white collar of his shirt was ruffled and his tie was loose.
"Dude, now I know sex is against the rules Cass." Dean said patting the angel on the shoulder.
"We did not engage in sexual intercourse Dean. We fought." Castiel clarified.
"About what?" Dean asked reaching for the doorknob.
"You." The angel answered.
NEXT ON FOR THE LOVE OF A HUNTER…
Emily, Sam and Dean head back to Madison for the funeral. Will Gemma accept their help or will she turn them away? Castiel pays our runaway a visit before the showdown. Will he stay and fight? Or will his annoying cryptic-ness prove steady? Find out next time in CHAPTER FIFTEEN OUR PLOT AT MIDNIGHT!