~Written by Ink~
THEN
Emmy spun and fled in a random direction before repeating Dean's earlier incident and slamming face first into a mirror. She landed on her butt and immediately curled up in petrified horror before she screamed for the only person her mind could still register.
"DEEEAN!" She cried, tears streaming down her face as the monster descended on her. She heard the terrifyingly loud sound of a gun going off echo throughout the maze. The monster screeched loudly before dissolving back into the mirror from whence it came while strong arms wrapped around her tightly.
"Come on Little Wing," The rough voice of Dean Winchester muttered soothingly. "I need you to get up. Come on Emmy." He whispered gently as more guns went off in the distance, accompanied by shouting and Pippin screaming something that vaguely sounded like "Holy shit, what the fuck is that!?" in the distance. Emmy numbly followed his directions while making sure she kept her head buried in his chest as he ushered her out of the maze swiftly. Once she felt the cool air of the outdoors she lifted her head up, cheeks tear stained.
"That wasn't such a good idea was it?" She asked hoarsely and Dean chuckled a bit.
"No, but you looked stunning under those lights earlier." He mumbled as he hugged her close and kissed the top of her head lovingly. They looked up as the others returned, Pippin throwing glass shards from her hands on the ground violently.
"Did you-"
"Yes I punched the fucking mirror in fear. That bitch came out of the mirror bro. I ain't letting her do that bullshit." Pippin responded curtly as Cas sighed and Sam tried not to laugh.
"You should have seen her face Emmy." Sam grinned, causing Pippin to groan loudly.
NOW
Emmy sniffled slightly as she curled up on the bed in the motel she had rented out for the week. Pippin hadn't reacted well to Emmy's version of events from the hunt. She had gotten angry and rightfully so. Emmy had run off on one of her 'adventures' without telling any of them. She just left in the middle of the night while the others were asleep. It had to have been at least a week now since she had run off. Pippin's scolding words bounced around in her head constantly and she had ended up just holing up in the motel room. Suddenly there were three booming knocks that rent the air and she froze. She grabbed her rainbow onyx knife as she slowly approached the door. She unlocked the door but kept the chain on, something Pippin had ground into her. That woman could be very paranoid when it suited her. She came face to face with a stunningly familiar face and promptly froze in utter surprise. Dean's apple green eyes stared down at her in both worry and upset. He reached in through the large gap and unlocked the chain and stepped in before slamming the door shut behind him. How had he managed to find her? She hadn't answered any texts or calls. He turned to face her and took a step forward, causing her to take a trembling step backwards. He continued until her back hit the wall. Dean slammed his hands into the wall on either side of her; trapping her in between the wall, his arms, and himself.
"Did you think you could just run and hide from me?" He asked darkly in a low growl. Emmy took in a shallow breathe in before managing to find her voice.
"Dean...n-no I just," She studdered slightly before Dean interrupted her.
"Don't you ever do that to me again." He said, his guard falling, and tired lines etched themselves into his face. He looked exhausted, like he hadn't slept well at all the week she had been missing from his life. And she would be right in thinking that. He quickly dropped the angry act and pulled her into a tight hug, his grip bordering on painful.
"I thought you had pulled a Pippin on me." He whispered. "Thought I had lost you." He admitted, fear shaking his voice ever so slightly. It was almost unnoticeable. Emmy shook slightly at the thought of Dean waking up and finding her missing. Not answering his texts or calls. Just disappearing from his life all together like Pippin had once did to Cas. It broke her heart and she curled into his chest as close as she could.
"No Dean." She whispered back softly. "I can't do that to you. I just needed some time." Dean looked down at her seriously and she shivered slightly at the look.
"Then promise me you'll come to me." He almost begged and Emmy buried her head back into his chest and breathed in the smell that was just purely Dean. Gunpowder and leather and whiskey.
"I promise I'll stay." She swore softly before Dean kissed her lovingly.
