Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I only own my character Mary-Elisabeth "Emmy" Winchester.
With her feet swinging back and forth, Emmy rested her head on her hand as she distractedly colored a coloring page while music played through her iPod. Her mind was still on last night's nightmare and the thing she witnessed outside. Sam had just told her about what happened to Michael and even though he didn't confirm what she had seen, she still knew that whatever it was, it wasn't an illusion. It had to be the Shtriga.
Next to Emmy, at the microfiche machine, sat Sam. His eyes were on his baby sister as she colored outside the lines and he knew she was with her head elsewhere. He was worried about her, this case was really getting to her. Especially when she heard about Michael. She hadn't said much since she woke up and she freaked whenever he wasn't close to her.
Sam's phone buzzed against his leg and he fished it out before picking it up.
"Hey," Dean whispered.
"Hey. How's the kid?" Sam asked as he rested his arm on the back of Emmy's chair.
"He's not good," Dean sighed. "How's my cutie pie?"
"She's coping." Sam glanced at his sister as she colored with a far looking gaze on her face. "I'm starting to think that whatever she saw last night might be the Shtriga…" Sam whispered into the phone.
"Would explain why Michael's in a coma right now," Dean said. "I can't believe it tried to go after her again," Dean grumbled through gritted teeth.
"Well nothing happened, Dean," Sam tried to calm his brother down. "Besides, I was there. I wouldn't have let that thing get close to her. You know that."
"Yeah," Dean said reluctantly. "Where you at?"
"I'm at the library with Emmy," Sam answered as he absently stroked the back of Emmy's head. "I've been trying to find out as much as I can about this Shtriga."
"Yeah, what have you got?"
"Well, bad news," Sam sighed. "I started with Fort Douglas around the time you said Dad was there?"
"Yeah?"
"Same deal," Sam said as he looked through the notes he took. "Before that, there was, uh, Ogdenville, before that North Haverbrook, and Brockway. Every 15 to 20 years it hits a new town. Dean, this thing is just getting started in Fitzburgh. In all these other places it goes on for months. Dozens of kids before the Shtriga finally moves on. The kids just ..." Sam turned his head away from his sister, even though she couldn't hear him with the iPod in her ears, and whispered into the phone, "they just languish in comas and then they die."
Dean swallowed hard, not liking this. "How far back's this thing go?"
"Ah, I don't know," Sam shook his head as he looked through the papers he collected. "The earliest mention I could find is this place called Black River Falls back in the 1890s. Talk about a horror show... Whoa -" Sam went quiet when his eyes fell upon an article.
"Sam?"
"Hold on..." He narrowed his eyes as he looked at a picture. His eyes widening in disbelief. "I'm looking at a photograph right now of a bunch of doctors standing around a kid's bed. One of the Doctors is Heidacker."
"And?" Dean asked, not getting what the problem was.
"And this picture was taken in 1893," Sam scoffed.
"You sure?"
"Yeah absolutely," Sam nodded before Dean hung up.
Emmy took the earphones out of her ears and addressed her brother, "How's Michael doing? Is he gonna be okay?"
Not if his condition doesn't change, Sam thought but he wasn't going to say that. That's not what she wanted to hear. "Doctor said he needs a lot of rest right now," Sam said instead, brushing the bangs away from her face.
"And then what?"
Sam was a little hesitant, not sure what to say next. "They don't know yet, honey."
Emmy dropped her eyes back on her coloring picture. It was of a butterfly but she totally ruined it with her careless coloring.
"Hey, don't worry about it. He'll be alright," Sam comforted her.
"The thing I saw last night … was it the Shtriga?" she looked up at her brother with those big blue eyes of her that reminded him so much of his mother sometimes, he had to take a second.
"I didn't see anything, honey," Sam answered. But he knew he was only fooling himself.
"This is all my fault," Emmy mumbled.
Sam's lips parted, momentarily speechless. "Emmy, it's not," he told her firmly, cupping her chin. "Why would you think that?"
"Cause it first came for me but the window was locked and you were there to protect me so he moved to Michael who had no one to protect him."
"Honey, you don't know that," Sam offered, releasing her chin and opted to take her small, soft hands in his big ones. "It is not your fault, okay?" he told her firmly, holding her gaze. "Say it."
Emmy took a moment before she repeated his words but she still couldn't ignore the guilt settling inside of her.
SPN
Dean ended the call with Sam, clenching his teeth as he rubbed his mouth with his hand. He turned around and stared at Michael lying motionless in the hospital bed. The only thing ensuring him the kid was still alive and not dead was the steady beep of the heart monitor. His mother was by his side, holding his hand while she whispered sweet nothings into his ear. As he stared at the young boy, Dean was hit by a sudden wave of realization at the thought that his own sister could've been lying in there. It killed him knowing that she was so close to that Shtriga after he had sworn never to let that monster come anywhere near her again.
He thought of that night he had let his guard down, bringing his baby sister in danger. He had practically lead that thing to her. If anyone needed to be blamed, he was the one. It was all his fault. He should've protected her, instead he did the opposite until it was already too late. Emmy never blamed him though and that only pained him more. He wanted her to be mad at him, hate him for exposing her to a world he wished she would never know to exist. But that wasn't something his Emmy would do.
Many injustices happened to her throughout her young life to the point she started to deal with them, accept them. Emmy was the type who focused on the good in her life and ignored the bad. She drew her energy, her will to live, from those positive moments. It was sad because no nine year old girl should go through so much loss and pain. That's why the male Winchesters felt like it was their duty to keep her happy, they owed her that much.
Dean never saw himself as the victim in the tragedies they've gone through, Emmy was. He lost a mother, but his sister lost more than that. She never even had the opportunity to know the woman – she never got to know how her gentle touch felt, how soft her voice was, how sweet she smelled, how delicious her apple pies tasted. And now he felt like she was also losing her father, the man who is so consumed with rage to get revenge, forgetting that a little girl thought of him every night, waiting for him to tuck her to bed, kiss her goodnight and promise her everything was going to be okay. And now she has to worry about her brothers' safety all the time, about her father's whereabouts and about her pure soul that seemed to attract every evil living thing on this godforsaken earth.
So introducing her to the supernatural was the last thing Dean wanted to do. In fact, if he could just keep it a secret for her entire life, he would. In a heartbeat. She was the last person on earth who deserved that on top of all the crap she already had to deal with on a daily basis. But when is luck ever on his side. He spent her entire lifetime protecting her and in the end, he was the one who got her in danger. And no matter what anyone else says, not even Emmy, Dean will never forgive himself for that.
"It's tragic, isn't it?" Doctor Heidecker suddenly appeared next to him.
Dean snapped out of his thoughts and blinked. He didn't spare the man a glance, afraid he wouldn't be able to contain himself to rip the sucker's head from his throat. Dean didn't answer and only focused on Michael.
The doctor cleared his throat. "They'll pull through. Kids are tougher than you think."
"Oh, believe me. I know," Dean said through clenched teeth. His fists were tucked in the pockets of his jacket as he balled them as hard as he could, his nails digging into the palm of his hands. He was this close to introducing him to the stiletto switchblade he had in his pocket. Or his fists. Or both.
"Well, I'll get back to work." Heidecker started to leave when he suddenly turned back around. "Take care of the little one."
And in that moment, Dean swore he was going to lose it but he managed to keep his temper in check – just barely. He wasn't about to start anything in a pediatric ward, no matter how much the weight of his switchblade pressed against his hand, taunting him to use it.
SPN
"We should have thought of this before. A doctor's a perfect disguise. You're trusted, you can control the whole thing," Sam snorted in disbelief, leaning next to his sister. Emmy was perched on the counter, sitting cross-legged while she absently bit her nails in a nervous habit.
"That son of a bitch." Dean threw off his jacket, pacing agitatedly across the motel room. "He knows something's up."
"What do you mean?"
"He told me to take care of Emmy." Sam looked at him, not really catching up to what his brother meant. "Sam! We never told him about Emmy. I never mentioned her and I know you didn't either."
"I'm surprised you didn't draw on him right there," Sam awed with a hint of disappointment.
"Yeah well, first of all, I'm not going to open fire in a freaking pediatrics ward," Dean pointed out.
"Good call," Sam gave him a half nod.
"Second, wouldn't have done any good, because the bastard's bullet proof unless he's chowing down on something," Dean reasoned. He noticed his sister was nail-biting again as she stared at the floor with a far looking gaze as if she was thinking too hard again. "And third, I wasn't packing, which is probably a really good thing cause I probably would have just burned a clip in him on principle alone," he finished, motioning for Sam to take Emmy's hand away from her mouth.
"You're getting wise in your old age Dean," Sam smirked. He startled Emmy, snapping her back to reality when he pried her fingers away from her teeth. She responded by tucking her hands between her legs.
"Damn right," Dean nodded. He then casted a worried a glance at his sister. "Wanna tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart?"
Emmy hesitated as she parted her lips, but then she slightly shook her head and clamped her lips shut. "Nothing," she mumbled, dropping her gaze back to her lap.
Sam noticed how she changed her mind and nudged her shoulder with his. "You know what happens when you think too hard…"
Emmy looked up at him to see his him raising a questioning eyebrow. "My brains will explode," she muttered.
"Exactly. So you might as well tell us," Sam gently pressed on.
Emmy took a minute to compose herself before she swallowed hard, eying her brothers carefully. "You said the Shtriga works through kids, right?"
Sam and Dean exchanged a look, both wondering where their sister was going with this. When they both nodded, Emmy continued nervously, "Last night, before it went after Michael, it went after …"
"You," Sam finished when she trailed off.
The brothers braced themselves when she started to wring her hands. "So I'm thinking tonight it's probably gonna come after … me."
"Not if we get you out of here," Dean told her firmly.
"But how else are you gonna catch the thing?" she asked.
"Wait, hold on," Sam stopped her, putting his hand up. "Are you saying you wanna be bait?"
"No way," Dean shook his head but Emmy ignored her brother.
"It's the least I can do," she shrugged at Sam. "If we don't stop it, it's only going to hurt more kids."
"Emmy, forget it. We're not using you as bait!" Dean decided firmly with a voice that meant it wasn't up for discussion.
But she just ignored Dean and focused on Sam who was looking thoughtfully. "Nothing's gonna happen to me cause you'll be there," she tried. "You said you won't let that thing hurt me again."
"Hey!" Dean yelled, drawing both his siblings' attention. "Sam are you even hearing what she's saying?"
Sam was hesitant as he looked between his brother and sister. "Dean, you said if this thing disappears it could be years before we get another chance."
"So what? That justifies using your own baby sister as bait! Are you insane? No! Forget it," Dean shook his head, his face set.
Sam sighed. "You think I want to dangle her in front of that thing like a worm on a hook?"
"Well you're not doing the opposite either," Dean shot back.
"I'm just saying, Emmy might have a point. I don't want this either, Dean. Trust me, if I could just lock her away somewhere safe I would do it," Sam approached cautiously as not to set off his brother. "This is probably our only shot, Dean."
"You know what?" Dean glared. "Screw the life-sucker, I'm done."
Sam's eyes widened. "And what? Let all these kids just die?" he challenged. "Dad did not send us here to walk away."
"This isn't about you, Sam. I'm the one who screwed up, all right. It's my fault. There's no telling how many kids have gotten hurt because of me," Dean's jaw tensed, his eyes holding guilt and remorse. "And I'll be damned if I ever let that filthy thing touch Emmy again."
"It won't," Emmy spoke up after having stayed on the background for a while. "Not if you'll be there to stop it like you did last time."
FLASHBACK. MOTEL ROOM. PITTSBURGH, CALIFORNIA. 27TH OCTOBER, 2005.
The loud bass of Bad Company rumbled through Ardiana's body as she lay down in the backseat of the Impala, pulling Dean on top of her. She wrapped her smooth legs around his waist, letting her hands wander over his back. She loved how firm he felt, how she could feel his muscles move under her touch. She moaned when Dean's lips lowered to her neck where he nibbled and sucked at the tender skin.
He felt her tug at his t-shirt and he leaned back a little so she could pull it off. He caught her licking her lips seductively as she took in the sight in front of her. The brunette cupped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down again. They latched onto each other, both panting as they kissed hungrily. Dean's hand was wrapped in her hair as he tugged at it gently to give him a better angle. Ardiana thought she was in seventh heaven and for a moment she wished this kiss would never stop. But to every good thing comes and end. Dean pulled away when he heard something.
"Wait, did you hear that?" he breathed. He was about to lean forward to lower the volume of the cassette player but Ardiana quickly grabbed his wrist and put his hands on her chest, trying to get back his attention.
"Mhm, it's probably nothing," she brushed off.
Dean was hesitant for a couple of seconds but when he didn't hear anything, he got back to where he left off. Ardiana smirked against his lips as they continued the making out session. She took of her tank top, letting him taste her skin but she frowned when he suddenly stopped.
She hoisted herself up on her elbows. "What's wrong?"
Dean looked around for his t-shirt. "I can't do this, I need to check on her."
"Check on who?"
"My sister."
"Aw, come on. You're just being paranoid," she rolled her eyes. "I'm sure she's off to dreamland, nothing to worry about. In the meantime …" she trailed off, hooking her fingers around his belt loops to pull him down again. Dean was about to relent when he heard a scream.
"Emmy," he breathed, sounding alarmed. Just as Dean was starting to scramble away, he abruptly found himself on the backseat with Ardiana straddling him. He was momentarily taken off guard by the fast and sudden move. "Diana, I really gotta check on my sis-"
"Shhh," she cut him off with a finger on his lips. She lowered her head until her lips were back on his but before she could actually kiss him, Dean grabbed her shoulders and stopped her.
"Just give me ten minutes, I'll be right back," he told her, moving her away from him.
Behind his back, Ardiana's eyes turned white and the veins in her neck pulsed in anger. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind, placing kisses on his neck and shoulders. Dean sighed, annoyed. He took her wrists and unwrapped her arms around him, "Diana, please," he pleaded but he frowned when he was met by resistance and unexplainable strength. Ardiana hooked her arms back around his neck but with a little more force. "Okay, no need to be all clingy," Dean joked, trying to release her hold on him but in vain.
"Oh Dean, what does it take, huh?" she whispered in his ear while slowly applying more pressure on his neck.
"What?" Dean was confused as he still tried to untangle her from him.
"What does it take to keep you away from that precious little sister of yours," she purred. Dean felt his blood run cold when he met her sickly white eyes through the rearview mirror. "You know I could smell her from miles away. There's something about her, I don't know what it is, but it just makes me wanna suck the life out of her," Ardianna taunted all the while cutting off Dean's air supply. She ignored his struggle and his scratching hands on her forearms. "There was just one thing in the way. A very handsome and easily distracted thing that is," she grinned wickedly as she still strangled him.
"You bitch," Dean wheezed, his face getting red. He caught the glimpse of an iron bar next to his boots and with lots of strength, he managed to take it and swung at her.
Ardianna screeched in an inhuman way, throwing Dean out of the Impala. Dean quickly scrambled to his feet and took a fighting stance. His eyes widened when Ardianna followed him out. She was barely recognizable, her skin was grey and her face was covered in pulsing black veins.
"What the hell are you," Dean breathed, bewildered. He had to force down the bile climbing its way up when he thought that a minute a go his tongue was in that slimy mouth.
The Shtriga didn't answer him, instead it let out a roar as it lunged at him. Dean managed to side step it, and swung at it with the iron bar. He had no idea what it was, but by the looks of it iron wasn't its best friend. With an inhuman strength, Dean was suddenly flung against the Impala. Ready To Love was still playing in the background, muffling the sounds of his fight with the monster in front of him.
Dean felt like someone sucked the air right out of him when he landed hard on his back. He groaned, pulling himself up but before he could get to his feet, he felt cold, bony, long fingers around his throat lifting him up only to throw him on the hood of the Impala. Dean coughed and pinched his eyes when dizziness washed over him. He slid down the hood, landing on the ground as he squinted his eyes, his vision blurry. He saw the thing making its way over to the motel room where Emmy was, and that triggered something in him. He bit the inside of his cheeks as he stood up with the help of the car. He tried to open the trunk as fast as possible. In less than ten seconds, he managed to grab a rifle, loaded it with iron rounds and pointed it at the monster.
"Hey!" he shouted. Dean didn't wait any second longer and fired the iron, causing the thing to scream and buckle to the ground with a thud. Dean let out a long breath in relief when a shadow from the motel room suddenly caught his attention.
"Emmy!" Dean ran to the room, stomping the door open with his foot. "Emmy!" Dean's blood boiled when he found his sister on the floor and another Shtriga hovering over her with its mouth wide open, black goo between its lips. "Take your fucking hands off of my sister you son of a bitch!"
Dean was glad his sister quickly crawled away under the bed where she was out of harm's way. He shot at it with no mercy until the Shtriga screeched, turning into dust. Dean frowned at how it disintegrated. He returned to the first Shtriga he killed in front of the door but his heart leaped to his throat when he found the body missing. He frantically looked around the empty parking lot but there was nothing. Dean cursed himself. He really thought he killed it but it didn't dissipate into dust like the other one.
Dean quickly ran back to the motel room, only now really noticing how the room looked like a tornado flew around. He had to take his sister and leave this place as fast as possible before the owner comes, or even worse, the monster that managed to escape.
He quickly walked to the bed his sister hid under and dropped to his knees. Emmy had her hands over ears, her eyes pinched closed and her knees tucked against her chest. She was literally trembling from head to toe. Dean reached out a hand and touched the closest thing, her ankle. He had to push away the fury in him when he noticed the small scratches all over her body, he could even detect some small pieces of glass in her skin. Emmy whimpered, her whole body tensing.
"Emmy, sweetheart, it's me," he tried to soothe her, rubbing her ankles softly. Emmy struggled against his hold and started pulling away. Dean realized he needed to get her attention, because with her eyes closed and ears covered, she probably didn't even know it was him. "Emmy!" he yelled but she didn't listen. "Emmy! Look at me!" he tried again. This time it worked because she stopped struggling. He gave her a minute as she slowly opened her eyes, showing off her big blue, frightened orbs.
"It's just me baby. It's me, Dean," he consoled, using a soft and gentle voice. "Everything's alright, Emmy. It's gone, I promise. Why don't you come to me so we can get out of here huh." He released his hand around her ankle and stretched it in front of her instead, silently pleading her to give him her hand. He noticed her eyes darting away from his hand to the small part of the room she could see from her position under the bed. Dean knew she was afraid it would pop up any minute.
"Hey, hey. Look at me Emmy, look at me," he told her, moving to lie down next to the bed so she could only look at him. "I know you're scared sweetheart. But there's nothing to be afraid of anymore, I got rid of it. Just take my hand and we'll get out of here. I promise I'll never let anything hurt you or scare you again." Dean didn't know if he was getting to her or not since she had this far looking gaze, as if she was still in shock. "I'll protect you from any monsters. I'm batman, remember?" he finished with a sad smile, still offering his hand.
Emmy roamed her eyes over every inch of his face, scrutinizing him. She was taking in his features. Dean didn't push her and let her take her time. He didn't want to force her out from under the bed and set her off.
Dean had to stop himself from taking her hand when she slowly trailed her own hand to his until she encircled it. He smiled in relief, engulfing her soft, small hand, gently pulling her to him. Once she was in arm's reach, Dean instantly wrapped his arms around her, holding on tightly. He felt her own skinny arms hook around his neck and her small legs around his waist as he stood up. He buried his head in her hair, taking in the fresh scent of her shampoo and the innocence she lost. He felt the tremors going through her body as she started crying. Dean though his heart was breaking. He wiped away the tears, dropping kisses on her freckled face. "Shh, it's okay sweetheart. I got you, I got you."
END OF FLASHBACK.
Dean completed hooking up the security camera in the corner of the room, staring into the lens. Emmy was behind him in bed while Sam was watching the security feed in the other room.
Dean turned to his sister, "This camera has night vision on it so we'll be able to see clear as day." She nodded in understanding. "Are we good?" he said to Sam.
"A hair to the right," Sam directed. Dean adjusted the camera. "There, there."
Dean moved to sit on the bed, tucking the covers around Emmy. He eyed his sister, brushing the bangs from her freckled face. He couldn't believe he was agreeing to this. A couple months ago he was doing everything he could to keep her away from anything that could hurt her, especially from the things that go bump in the night. And now he was using her as bait to capture one.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just stay under the covers," Dean told her.
Emmy bit her bottom lip. "And if it shows up?"
Dean leaned closer to her. "Remember what you did the first time?"
"I crawled under the bed," Emmy swallowed hard at the memory.
"That's what we want you to do when we come in with guns. You roll off the bed and crawl under it. You don't come out until we say so," Dean said in a firm tone, the one he only used to make her follow his order.
She startled when the door suddenly opened. Sam put his hands up, "It's just me." He walked over the bed and sat on the other side from Emmy. "Everything's settled," he told Dean.
Emmy dropped her gaze to her fiddling hands, looking thoughtful. "What if you shoot me?"
The corners of Dean's lips twitched a little at the thought of her thinking they'll actually shoot her. "We're good shots, sweetheart. We're not going to fire until you're clear. Okay?" he raised a single eyebrow causing Emmy to nod tentatively again before she went quiet.
Dean took her fiddling hand in his. It always amazed him how small and soft her hands were and how his always engulfed hers. "Emmy, you sure you wanna do this?" Emmy didn't answer for a long moment.
"You don't have to, it's ok, we won't be mad," Sam reassured her, squeezing her other hand.
"Is Michael gonna be alright after you kill that thing?" she asked.
"Not just Michael but lots of other kids too," Sam rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.
"Then I want to do this," Emmy sounded determined.
Dean exchanged a look with Sam. They both didn't want to this but there really wasn't another way. They could be the one hiding under the covers but the Shtriga's weren't stupid. They can smell the difference between adults and children. They wished they could take her away from that bed and just take her somewhere safe and far away from that thing. But it was this or leaving dozens of kids for death.
"We're not going to let anything happen to you," Dean said, dropping a lingering kiss on her forehead.
"We promise," Sam stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers.
SPN
Emmy swallowed hard when she caught movement outside the window. She felt her heartbeat increase, her breathing got erratic and beads of sweat trickled down her temples. Her mind told her to flee, to run and get out of there. But when she thought of Michael and all the other kids in coma, she couldn't do this to them. She felt like it was her responsibility. For oncee she needed to do the saving. And she wasn't going to back down now.
I'm a Winchester, she told herself, I can do this.
The window slid open slowly and Emmy wished she could cover her ears to block the sound of it getting into the room but she felt frozen. The only thing she could do is close her eyes and hope that her brothers would be in time. Emmy could practically feel its shadow on her as it stood in front of the bed. She tried not to make a sound but she was afraid her heart was beating too hard and loud.
The Shtriga leaned closer to her, lowering its head until it was merely a couple of inches away from touching her. Emmy felt like gagging at the horrible stench coming from its disgusting mouth. Just as it was about to strike, Sam and Dean both burst through the door.
"Hey!" Sam drew its attention.
"Emmy, down! Now!" Dean shouted. Emmy rolled of the bed, crawling under it like her brother told her to.
Once the brothers were sure she was safe, they both opened the fire. The Shtriga got shot at multiple times until it fell to the ground, letting out a loud shriek.
Emmy's eyes widened with a loud gasp as she saw the body drop.
"Sweetheart, you all right?" Dean checked, getting a meek 'yeah' as response. "Just sit tight."
Dean approached the Shtriga, gun at the ready. He wasn't going to make the same mistake and let the thing get away again. There was no movement from the monster and he let himself relax slightly as he glanced at Sam. The Shtiga then suddenly rose, grabbed Dean by the throat and threw him against the wall.
"Dean!" Sam and Emmy yelled at the same.
The Shtriga moved and threw Sam to the wall too. Sam hit the ground and the creature came on him, forcing his mouth open. Sam struggled to reach his gun. The Shtriga started drawing his energy and Sam stilled, starting going grey.
"Sammy!" Emmy cried. She crawled from under the bed. Her reflex was to run to her brother when an arm wrapped around her waist from behind. Dean lifted her up and held her against him.
"Hey!" he shouted. The Shtriga looked up and Dean shot it right between the eyes. It fell backwards and Sam gasped for breath, coughing.
Emmy managed to free herself from her brother's hold and ran to Sam. She dropped to her knees and put his head in her lap. "Sammy, are you okay?" she asked worriedly, running her hands along his face, brushing away his bangs.
Sam still had a hard time talking as he felt out of breath, instead he weakly gave her two thumbs up.
Dean looked down at the Shtriga, the monster that introduced his baby sister to a reality he never wanted her to know existed. It took her innocence, something she could never get back. He had always vowed that whoever dared to touch a hair on his sister's head, dies. And he'd be the one killing it and that's exactly what he was going to do now.
"This one's for my baby sister, you son of a bitch." Dean rose his gun and shot at it three more times at point blank rage until the Shtriga disintegrated.
SPN
"So do you remember being in coma?" Emmy asked.
"No, not really. It was like I was sleeping but without dreaming," Michael shrugged. "I bet the motel was boring without me," he smirked.
"Oh you have no idea," Emmy smiled, slightly shaking her head. Looking back, she was glad she did it. It was all worth it. She was starting to understand why her brothers always put their own lives in danger in order to save others' – it felt good, it was satisfying, as if you did the world a favor.
"Does it hurt?" Emmy asked as she pointed at the IV hooked into Michael's hand.
"Nah," he puffed up his chest, trying to come off as a tough boy.
"Looks painful," Emmy pointed out. "What is that?" she asked, eying the infusion.
"Something with fluids. They also use it to give me medicine or anesthetics," Michael explained. "Talking about anesthetics. Wanna hear a cool story?" Emmy nodded excitedly, already hanging onto every word he was saying. "I heard there was a guy who got here yesterday in the ER after he cut his own hand with a chainsaw. The doctors took him to the operation room so they could sew it back on. He was freaking out so hard, they had to anesthetize him. And just as the surgeon wanted to sew his hand back on … it was gone."
Emmy cocked an eyebrow. "His hand was gone?"
"Yep. And they never found it."
Emmy looked at him waiting for the punch line. "You're kidding."
"I swear I'm not," Michael laughed. "So don't freak if you see a hand crawling in the hallways."
Emmy snorted, "Trust me, it takes more than a crawling hand to scare me." After months of travelling with her brothers, she had seen things she never even dared dreaming of. And it was kinda weird to say that she's gotten used to it. Don't get her wrong, she was still scared but now she knew she had two brothers and a Dad who had guns. Those monsters had nothing on her.
Someone knocked on the door and Dean stuck his head into the hospital room, "Emmy, you said goodbye yet? We're leaving in five."
"I'll be there in a sec," she told him.
"You take care of yourself, buddy," Dean winked at the boy before closing the door.
"I didn't really have time to buy you a card so I made you one." Emmy handed him her home-made card with the Impala on the background.
"Is that your brother's awesome car?" Michael asked with a grin. "So cool." He put the card down, "Thanks. Sucks you have to go. I don't know a lot of girls who are as fun as you are. You're the only one who didn't mind getting dirty and actually wanted to race with me on the PlayStation."
"And won," Emmy reminded him smugly.
"I'm pretty sure you cheated," Michael glared at her playfully.
"Well, I gotta go now," Emmy hopped off his bed.
"Are we gonna see each other again," Michael asked hopefully.
"I don't know …" Emmy didn't want to disappoint him but she didn't want to lie either and get his hopes up. "If we're around again, I'll make sure my brothers make a quick stop at your mom's motel again."
"Good enough for me," Michael smiled.
"I had a great time, Michael. I hope we'll see each other soon again." She leaned down, pecking his cheek and gave him one last look before she left, not noticing how she made the boy blush.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this special chapter, I certainly did :) Please leave a review with your thoughts, I'm dying to hear what you guys liked or not liked about this.
Next chapter: Provenance - so this will be the last "filler" episode (as I like to call them) before the real thing starts. I'm so excited to write about John and the demon and Meg and Bobby and ugh! I can feel that this will be an emotional rollercoaster for Emmy (and me ... and prob you guys too ...). So brace yourself my beautiful readers cause it's only going down from there :(