Chapter 6
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"You know the sentence for the one who disobeyed, brother." Michael said calmly to Lucifer.
"I did not disobey, I'm only thinking about our interests, Michael." Lucifer answered. "Is this how you are going to thank me?"
"You tried to overthrow our father." Michael reminded. "You called for rebellion. You should be thankful that our father is kind enough to let you live. You know what is the sentence for treason."
"Well, you know I will not make it easy for you to throw me out of heaven."
Lucifer unsheathed his sword and attacked his brother. Michael caught off guard didn't fight back at first, he just took the hit and staggered backwards. Michael recovered quickly and as Lucifer was about to strike him again, he blocked the blow. Then he struck Lucifer. The latter blocked the blow and just like his brother, he staggered backwards.
"Michael, no!" Emmanuelle held his arm as he was about to strike Lucifer one more time.
Michael pushed her away. "Orders are orders, Emmanuelle. It doesn't matter that he is our brother."
"Well, it matters to me." She countered.
"You are really naïve, Sister." Michael sneered. "He disobeyed. He went against our Father's will. Do you really think that he deserves forgiveness?"
"I don't want forgiveness." Luicfer snarled behind her. "Our Father is blind to the human's flaws. They will betray him, adore another God than him. And with time forget him. They will destroy everything he has worked for."
"Stop it! Both of you." Emmanuelle screamed. "It doesn't have to be like this. You are brothers. You should remember that. Please, I beg you."
"Your will is not my command." Michael replied coldly before lunging at Lucifer.
He shoved Emmanuelle out of the way. Lucifer blocked his sword before punching him square in the jaw. Michael wasn't fazed by it and swung his sword, slashing Lucifer's stomach. Emmanuelle drew out her sword, holding in her tears and placed herself in the middle of them. She blocked Lucifer's sword about to strike Michael. She shoved him away. Turned around and kicked Michael.
"Stop it before it's too late." Emmanuelle pleaded them one last time.
"Don't you understand?" Lucifer asked clashing his sword with hers.
"It's already too late." Michael said lunging at her this time.
Emmanuelle blocked his sword and kicked him in the chest. Lucifer swung his sword at her, slashing her back. She yelped in pain, she wiped around and attacked Lucifer. "See him for what he really is. You took his defense and now he's attacking you." Michael sneered at her.
"I was only following your example, brother." Lucifer smiled devilishly.
"You really need to stop doing this." Emmanuelle told them as they both lunged at her this time.
Emma sprang upright in the couch of their motel room. She was breathing hard and rapidly. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage. Sweat was beading her forehead. It was still dark out and in the room. She could hear the soft snore the two brothers that were still sleeping. She got up and tiptoed to the bathroom. She didn't check the time it was. Because no matter what was the hour, she knew she couldn't go back to sleep. She never goes back to sleep after a nightmare. Actually it didn't matter, she couldn't go back to sleep if she woke in the middle of the night.
She padded silently to the bathroom. She was careful to close the door behind her before turning the lights on. When she did, she examined her reflection. Her red hair clung to her sweaty temple and forehead. Her dream was still fresh in her memory. She didn't understand it and she didn't think she ever would. Deep down, Emma knew that it was more than just a dream. It felt like it was real. It was longer everytime she had this dream but never she knows how it ends. She always wakes up before it ends.
She washed her face, drink a bit of water and went back lying on the couch. Her eyes wide open she stared at the ceiling, waiting for morning to come. Images of her dreams coming back to haunt her.
"Agents De Young, Shaw and Panozzo. Just need to ask a few questions." Dean introduced them as they flashed their FBI badges to the man sitting at the counter.
"Notice anything strange in the building, last couple of days?" Sam questioned.
"Like what?" The counterman asked in return.
"Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights?" Dean continued.
"I don't think so. Why?" He retorted.
"What about noises? Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?" Sam kept asking.
"And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?" The guy asked skeptical.
Emma snorted lightly. "What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?"
The man's face lit up as recognition flashed across his features. "I knew it. You guys are LARPing, aren't you?"
"Excuse me?" Dean frowned up.
"You're fans."
"Fans of what?" Sam asked legitimately.
"What is 'larping?'" Dean asked him.
"Live Action Roleplay." Emma answered quickly. Dean looked at her raising up his eyebrows. "Don't ask."
"And pretty hardcore too." The man said.
"Hold on! Who are we supposed to LARP?" Emma asked him.
"Like you don't know."
"Well, we don't." Emma told him.
"You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books. What are they called?" He stopped for a minute trying to remember the title of the books. "Supernatural." Seeing that none of them seemed to understand what he was referring to he kept on talking. "Two guys, use fake IDs with rock aliases. Hunt ghosts, demons, vampires. What are their names? Uh…Steve and Dirk? Uh, Sal and Dane?"
"Sam and Dean?" Sam said.
"That's it!" He confirmed it.
"You're saying this is a book?" Dean asked skeptical.
"Books. It was a series."
"Series?" Emma's eyebrows went up into her hairline.
"Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground-Cult following. Let's see, um…" He got up and walked to the bargain bin that stood in the middle of the shop. He searched through them and pulled a paperback book that was surely entitled "Supernatural." "That's the first one of them."
"Carver Edlund." Emma read out the author's name.
Dean turned around the book and read the summary at the back of the book. "Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths."
"Give me that." Sam took the book from Dean's hands. Emma looked at the two brothers with curiosity. She didn't understand their agitations. It was just a book, sure, the characters were doing the same jobs as them with the same methods and wearing the same names. But that was it, right? Nothing to worry about that. "We're gonna need all the copies of Supernatural you've got."
"This is freaking insane." Dean exclaimed from his bed. Emma was sitting on Sam's bed reading the books while Sam was looking for information about the author. "How this knows all this stuffs?"
"You got me." Sam answered.
"Everything is in here. I mean everything. From the racist truck to—to me having sex." Dean continued. "I'm full frontal in here, dude."
"Oh, yeah, I've read that one." Emma said her nose glued in the book she was reading. "Pretty steamy—Is it real, though? I mean you've been through all these, for real?"
"The Lady in White, the Wendigo, Vampires, all of it, is true." Sam told her.
"But I've never heard of those books before, how come?" Emma asked curious.
"They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uh, started in '05." Sam told them. "The publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And, uh, the last one—'No Rest for the Wicked'—Ends with you going to hell."
"I reiterate…freaking insane." Dean said as Sam passed him his laptop. "Check it out. There's actually fans. There's not many of them, but still. Did you read this?"
"Yeah."
"Although, for fans, they sure do complain a lot." Dean said.
"Yeah, fans are hard to satisfy." Emma said absentmindedly.
"Listen to this, Simpatico says: 'the demon storyline is trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic.' Yeah, well, screw you, simpatico. We lived it."
"Yeah, well keep on reading." Sam advised snorting a bit. "It gets better."
"There are 'Sam girls' and 'Dean girls' and…what's a slash fan?" Dean asked and Emma raised up her head.
"Oh, I know." She exclaimed. "Slash fans are the ones that loves couple of the same gender like Starky slash Hutch or Kirk slash Spock."
"Or as in Sam slash Dean. Together." Sam added.
"Like together together?"
"Yeah."
"They do know we're brothers, right?"
"It doesn't matter that you're brothers. People like it more if it's taboo." Emma said looking at the two brothers. "Probably something to do with the forbidden fruit or something."
"Are you actually interested in that kind of stuffs?" Dean asked her. "Because that's just sick."
"Oh, no. One of my pupils was. See my class had to write an essay or a fiction in which Heathcliff do find love." She started to explain getting off the bed. "This student wrote me something about Heathcliff finding love with his protégé Hareton." She sat next to Dean. "Quite good, in fact."
"Interesting." Dean sarcastically said. "But that doesn't tell us how to find this Carver Edlund."
"Yeah, that might not be so easy." Sam retorted quietly.
"Why not?"
"No tax records, no known address. It's like Carver Edlund is a penname."
"Somebody's gotta know who he is."
"What about his publisher?" Emma suggested.
The publisher was a she. Small woman with dark and blond hair on one side. She welcomed them warmly, believing that our three heroes were writing an article about the Supernatural series. There were several posters of the books cover in her house.
"So, you published the 'Supernatural' books?" Sam asked her.
"Yep. Yeah, gosh. These books. You know they never really got the attention they deserved." The publisher answered. "All anybody wants to read anymore that romance crap. You know—'Doctor Sexy. M.D.' Please?!" She scoffed.
"Right. Well, we're hoping that our article can shine a light on an underappreciated series." Sam continued to charm her with his words.
"Yeah, yeah, cause, you know, if we got a little bit of good press then maybe we can start publishing again." The publisher got enthusiast about the idea.
"No, no, no god, no." Dean protested and that caused the woman to frown at him.
"What my co-workers meant to say," Emma said immediately. "is that 'No rest for the Wicked' was the perfect ending for this series."
"My god! That was one of my favorite ones, because Dean was so strong and sad and brave." The publisher replied immediately. "And Sam. I mean, the best parts are when they cry." Emma frowned at that, she didn't think that Dean's and Sam's suffering should be the best part of their lives. They are real after all, not just fictional characters. "You know like in—in 'Heart' when had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica, he really loved. And in 'Home,' when Dean had to call John and ask him for help." She turned around from them taking a shaky breath. "Gosh, if only real men were open and so in touch with their feelings."
"Real men?" Dean asked her.
"I mean, no offense, how often do you cry like that, hmm?" She hummed.
"I'm dead on the inside." Emma blurted out. And she received puzzled looks from her three companions.
"Is that supposed to be funny?" The publisher asked her a bit coolly.
"Lady, this whole thing is funny." Dean replied to her.
"How do I know you are legit, hmm?" She asked now.
"Oh, trust me. We, uh…we're legit."
"Well, I don't want any smartass article making fun of my boys." She answered sitting down at her desk.
"I like it." Emma said.
"What?"
"You're calling them your boys, I like that." Emma smiled fondly at the woman. "It shows that you really care about them." And she continued. "I just started the series for the need of our article but my two friends, here are big fans."
"You two have read the books?"
"Cover to cover." Dean answered.
"What's the year and model of the car?" She asked.
"1967 Chevy Impala." Dean was glad to answer.
"What's May 2nd?"
"That's my…That's Sam's birthday." Sam stammered when he realized he almost slipped up.
"January 24th is Dean's." Dean shrugged.
"Sam's score on the Isat?"
"Oh, I know that one. It's 174." She said somehow happy to be able to answer one of the questions.
"Dean's favorite song?"
"It's a tie. Between Zep's 'Ramble On' and 'Traveling Riverside Blue.'" Dean smirked at the publisher.
"Ok! Ok, what do you wanna know?" The publisher questioned satisfied by the boys' answers.
"What's Carver Edlund's real name?" Sam asked right away.
"Oh, no. Sorry, I can't."
"We just wanna talk to him." Sam tried to convince her. "You know, get the 'Supernatural' story in his own words."
"He's very private. He's like Salinger."
"He's never done any interview. Not even for a signing?" The publisher shook her head at Emma's questions.
"Please. Like I said—we are, um…" Sam started to unbuttoned his shirt and Emma scrunched up her eyebrows at this as he continued. "…big…big fans." He pulled his shirt slightly off his shoulder to show a tattoo. Emma realized that the tattoo looked like the charm necklace she wore around her neck.
The publisher moved her eyes to Dean who in return pulled his shirt on the side just like Sam to reveal a tattoo on his shoulder. Emma was looking between the two curiously before returning her gaze on the publisher. "Awesome." She exclaimed. "You know what? I got one, too." She asked as she stood up taking off her pants. Emma's just like Dean's eyes widened at the sight in front of them. On her backside, she had the exact same tattoo that Dean and Sam wore.
"Whoa, you are a fan."
She took a piece of paper and started to write on it. "Okay, his name's Chuck Shurley. He's genius, so don't piss him off." When she finished writing, she gave them the paper still smiling.
Sam, Dean and Emma approached the run down…Chuck Shurley grabbed a pencil and crossed the word out. … approached the ramshackle house with trepidation. Sam and Dean shut their doors. Emma was waiting for them near the car. Did they really want to learn the secrets that lay beyond that door? Sam and Dean traded soulful looks over Emma's head. Then with determination, Dean pushed the doorbell with forceful determination.
Chuck throw away the paper with a groan when he heard the doorbell rang.
Our trio waited on the other side of the door. Emma was hoping to find out the truth about the books. Maybe Chuck would be able to give her some answers about her true nature. The door swung opened and a man in his bathrobe stood before them.
"Chuck Shurley?" Dean said as some sort of greetings.
"The Chuck Shurley who wrote the 'Supernatural' books?" Sam asked.
As for Emma, she stood silent mesmerized by what she was seeing. It was different than what she saw with Demons. She knew it was Chuck but it seemed as though his soul was touched by God's grace. She has never seen anything like that before. During her little inspection, she missed Chuck's puzzled looks when Dean introduced them to him.
"The Dean and Sam, you've been writing about." Dean said before Chuck could question him.
Chuck thought that those people in front of him were just crazy. Another bunch of fans that wanted to meet him. He closed the door without hesitation. Dean pushed the doorbell again.
Chuck opened the door trying to be as gentle as possible. "Look, uh, I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It's, uh, it's always nice to hear from the fans. But, uh, for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life." Chuck went to close the door again but Dean blocked the door.
"See, here's the thing. We have a life. You've been using it to write your books." Dean pushed away the door and stepped inside followed closely by Sam.
"Guys, wait!" Emma tried to stop them because from what she heard the brothers were scaring the shit out of Chuck.
"Look, we just want to know how you're doing it." Sam told him.
"I'm not doing anything." Chuck snapped back.
"Are you a hunter?" Dean asked him.
"No. I'm a writer." Chuck replied.
"Then how do you know so much about Demons? And torpors? And changelins?"
"Dean…" Emma said resting a hand on his arm and placing herself between Dean and Chuck.
"Is this some kind of misery thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a misery thing." Chuck said behind her.
Emma turned to him, her hand still on Dean's arm. "It's not a misery thing. We really aren't fans."
"Then what do you want?" Chuck yelled.
"I'm Sam. That's Dean and Emma." Sam told him patiently.
"Sam, Dean and Emma are fictional characters. I made them up! They are not real!" Chuck said and Emma frowned up. "And how the hell do you know about her?"
"How do you know about her?" Dean asked him, now placing himself between Chuck and Emma, Sam followed his example.
"Cause I wrote about her." Chuck said.
"You kept writing?" Sam questioned him.
"Yeah, even after the publisher got bankrupt, but those books never came out." Chuck replied sitting up. "Okay, wait a minute." Chuck chuckled suddenly. "This is some kind of joke, right? Did that…did Phil put you up to this?"
"Well, nice to meet you. I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother, Sam. And this is Emma Williams."
"The last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down." Chuck said looking up at them. As the three of them glanced at each other. "I need a drink." Chuck said getting up and moving to his kitchen.
The three of them followed him to the kitchen.
"Oh, oh, you still there." Chuck exclaimed when he turned around and faced the three hunters.
"Yup." Dean answered.
"You're not a hallucination."
"Nope."
"Well, there's only one explanation." Chuck said taking a deep breath. "Obviously, I'm a God."
"You're not a God." Sam shook his head at the writer.
"How else do you explain it?" Chuck asked him. "I write things and then they come to life. Yeah, no, I'm definitely a God." Sam and Dean exchanged a look over Emma's head who was standing between with her arms crossed over her chest. "A cruel, cruel, capricious god. The thing I put you through. The physical beatings alone."
"We're still in one piece." Dean reassured him.
"I killed your father. I burned your mother alive. And then you had to go through the whole horrific deal again with Jessica." Chuck turned to Emma. "And You don't even know who you are."
"Chuck..."
"I toyed with your lives, your emotions, for Entertainment."
"You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You didn't create us." Dean told him.
"Did you really have to live through the bugs?" Chuck asked him.
"Yeah."
"What about the ghost ship?"
"Yes, that too."
"I am so sorry." Chuck apologized sincerely. "I mean, horror is one thing but to be forced to live bad writing. If I would have known it was real, I would have done another pass."
"Chuck, listen, you are not a god." Emma said. "You're human but…different."
"We think you're probably psychic." Sam continued.
"That's not what I meant by different but, yeah, let's go with that." Emma muttered under her breath.
"No." Chuck shook his head without hesitation. "If I were psychic, you think I'd be writing? Writing is hard."
"It seems that somehow you're just focused on our lives." Sam suggested.
"Yeah, like laser-focused. Are you working on anything right now?" Dean asked him.
"Holy crap." Chuck raised his eyes to the ceiling.
"Chuck?"
"The, uh, latest book. It's, uh, kinda weird."
"Weird, how?" Sam encouraged him to continue.
"It's very Vonnegut."
"Slaughter house five Vonnegut, or cat's cradle Vonnegut?" Dean asked.
"What?" Sam and Emma asked him at the same time.
"What?" Dean returned.
"It's, uh, Kilgore trout Vonnegut. I wrote myself into it." Chuck said. "I wrote myself, at my house, confronted by my characters."
Chuck was writing about their lives, well, especially on the brothers but it seemed now that he was also writing about her. And yet, the copies of the book he was currently writing, has nothing more on her. There was no mention of her dreams, of her lack of sleep, nothing at all. Maybe Chuck couldn't see everything, at least not about her. Then there's this thing with Chuck's shining soul, she wanted to know. She wanted to know why it was different from human being and even angels. So many questions and not enough answers.
Again this night she dreamt. She dreamt about Michael and Lucifer, them fighting and yet she woke up again when they were about to strike her. Again this night, she wasn't able to go back to sleep. And yet, she wasn't thinking about her nightmares, she was thinking about Chuck. She wanted to know why she was seeing him differently. What was so special about him.
Chuck called them, early this morning. He had another visions and he wanted to share it with them.
"So? You wrote another chapter?" Sam asked as Chuck was pacing through the room with papers in his hands.
"This was so much easier before you were real." Chuck sighed.
"We can take it. Just spit it out." Dean encouraged him.
"You especially are not gonna like this." Chuck told him.
"I didn't like hell." Dean replied.
"It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam." Chuck declared.
The three hunters were stunned for a few seconds. Lilith, the demoness that wanted to bring the apocalypse on earth was coming into this town.
"She's coming to kill him?" Dean asked Chuck.
"When?" Emma turned to Sam, knowing well why he wanted to know. Sam was determined to kill Lilith himself.
"Tonight."
"What? She can't just show up." Emma took a step towards him.
Chuck sat down and put on his glasses. And started to read out from his script. "Lilith patted down the bed seductively. Unable to deny his desire, Sam succumbed, and they sank into the throes of fiery demonic passion."
Sam burst out laughing upon hearing this. "You're kidding me, right?"
"You think this is funny?" Dean asked him.
"You don't? I mean, come on. 'Fiery demonic passion.'" Sam answered.
"It's just a first draft." Chuck shrugged.
"Wait, wait, wait, Lilith is a little girl." Dean said.
"No, uh, this time she's a—'Comely dental hygienist from Bellington, Indiana." Chuck informed him.
"Great. Perfect. So what happens after—the demonic fiery whatever?"
"I don't know that hasn't come to me yet."
"Dean, look, there's nothing to worry about." Sam reassured him. "Lilith and me? In bed?"
Emma agreed with him, this was a pretty absurd idea. If Sam would ever do something with Lilith, it would be killing her, not sleeping with her. But she'd rather keep it shut for now. She didn't want to be on the receiving end of Dean's glare, not today.
"How does it work?" She asked Chuck instead. "Your psychic thing?"
"You mean my process?"
"Yeah, that."
"Well, it usually starts with a headache. A really bad headache. Aspirin is useless, so I drink. Until I fall asleep." Chuck explained. "The first time it happened, I thought it was a just a crazy dream."
"The first time you dream about us?" Dean said.
"It flowed. It just, it kept flowing. Still does, I can't stop it. Really."
"You can't seriously believe…"
"Humor me." Dean cut off Sam. "Look, why don't we, we just…" Chuck gave Dean his new chapter. "Take a look at these and see what's what. You…"
"Knew you were gonna ask for that. Yeah." Chuck confirmed Dean's suspicions.
Knowing that Lilith was coming in town for Sam, pushed Dean to make the decision to leave the town before she arrived. Sam wasn't too happy about it. He wanted to confront Lilith, he wanted this to be over with.
"The minivan accident wasn't so bad, but Emma was still seeing stars. Dean helped her up as she scratched absently at the pink flower band-aids on her face."
"So?" Dean asked as Emma said. "Why am I the one getting hit by a car?"
"So, I've seen you gushing blood. You'd use duct tape and bar rags before you'd put on a pink flower band-aid. Or on anyone." Sam told him.
"What's your point?" Dean asked him.
"My point is, all of this is totally implausible, he's totally nuts." Sam replied.
"Well, according to the amount of information he got right about you two, I don't think he qualified as nuts." Emma countered.
"Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala, Emma got in the passenger seat and Dean drove off." Sam read out again. "The plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow."
"A tarp?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, on the rear window. And you drive it like that." Sam continued.
"Well, he might be wrong about the details, but doesn't mean he's wrong about the end results."
"So, we're just gonna run?" Sam questioned.
"It's Lilith." Emma reminded him. "She's supposedly stronger than Alastair, so yeah, we're going to run. It's the smartest thing to do. We're not ready to face her."
The car slowed down and came to a stop. In front of them there were several police cars. One deputy came to Dean's window. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Bridge is out ahead." The Deputy answered to Dean.
"We're just trying to get out of town." Dean retorted.
"Yeah, afraid not."
"Is there a detour?" Dean asked. Emma leaned forward between Sam's and Dean's seats and glanced quickly at Sam. She frowned at this.
"Nope." She found it weird that it seemed that there was only one way to get out of town.
"There's not a side road that takes us to the highway?" Dean questioned.
"To get to the highway, you have to cross that river. To cross the river you have to take that bridge." The deputy explained patiently.
"How deep is the river?"
"Sorry, afraid that you three are gonna have to spend the night in town."
With no way out of the town our trio of hunters didn't have another choice than to stay in town. Emma thought for a second that there was a reason why they were stuck into the town, as if the meeting between Sam and Lilith had to happen. But it seemed crazy to her. She believes that there's no such thing as destiny, you make your own fate. That's what she thought. It was a simple coincidence, nothing more. She was just over thinking it.
They stopped for lunch at a small dinner. Dean was still reading Chuck's script. Emma was quietly nursing her migraine that has started a few minutes ago.
"This could be a good thing." Dean started. "This is what's put us on the path to Lilith. All we got to do is to get off the path."
"How do you mean?" Sam asked him.
"It's a blueprint of what not to do. I mean if the pages say that we go left…" Dean said.
"Then we go right." Sam finished for him.
"Exactly." Dean nodded. "We get off the book. We never make it to the end. It's opposite day." Dean continued. "It says that, we, uh, we get into a fight. So no fighting, no research for you…"
"No bacon cheeseburger for you." Sam said.
"Yeah, no problem. I'll order something else." Dean shrugged. "That works for you too, Red. No more…" Dean stopped frowning.
"No more what, Dean?" Emma quirked up an eyebrow at this.
"Sam?" Dean turned to his brother. Sam looked at Emma but he was thinking hard because he didn't know how to finish this sentence either.
"You don't know anything about me, do you?" Emma said crossing her arms on the table.
It seemed that both brothers were saved by the bell as the waitress came over their table. "Hi, uh, what's good?" Dean asked the waitress.
"Well, if you like burgers, Oprah's girlfriend said we have the best bacon cheeseburgers in the country." Emma scoffed at this. So did Sam.
"Really?"
"I'll just have the cobb salad, please." Sam ordered.
"Bacon cheeseburger for me and a large cup of coffee, please." Emma ordered next.
"I'll have the…veggie tofu burger." Dean ordered not too happy.
"This whole thing is ridiculous." Sam said once the waitress left.
"Lilith is ridiculous?"
"The idea of me hooking up with her is." Sam told him.
"Right. Cause something like that can never happen." Dean snorted.
The redhead suddenly felt the tension rising between the two brothers. She was sitting between them, she leaned back slowly, putting some distance between her and them.
"Dean, for the first time, we have warning that Lilith is close." Sam sighed.
"So?"
"So, we've got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming, we know where she's—this is an opportunity."
"Are you…?"
"No fighting." Emma reminded him.
"It frustrates me when you say such reckless things." Dean finally said.
"Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide than fight."
"Cobb salad for you, bacon cheeseburger for you and a tofu veggie burger for you." The waitress put their plates on the table. "I'll bring your coffee in a minute." She said to Emma who thanked her as she left.
"Hiding is not such a bad thing, Sam." Emma told the younger Winchester. "Sometimes you have to play it smart. Choose your battle carefully. And picking up a fight with Lilith now, when we're not ready? That's not exactly a smart thing. It's dumb."
Dean took a bite from his burger at the end of Emma's little speech. "Oh, my god. This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!"
The waitress came back at this moment taking the food out of Dean's mouth, well not literally. "I'm so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake." She apologized before going away with the burgers.
"Poor baby." Emma scoffed sipping from her coffee.
They went to the motel after lunch. The motel they chose charged the room by the hour. It was named the Toreador. Dean chose this one because it was opposite day and he didn't want Lilith to find Sam like she does in the book.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked his brother as he pulled out a couple of Hex bags.
"Couple of hex bags ought to Lilith-proof the room." Dean answered.
"So what? I'm supposed to just hole up here all night?"
"That's exactly what you're gonna do, okay? And no research." Dean retorted. "Use tha magic fingers or, watch 'Casa Erotica' in paperview."
"Never thought I heard someone say that to another." Emma snorted.
Dean peeked in Sam's bag before pulling out his laptop. "Oh, dude, come on."
"It's called a little insurance." Dean reassured him.
"You're having too much fun with this, Dean."
"What are you gonna do?" Sam asked Dean.
"Well, the pages say that I spend all day riding around in the Impala. So, I'm gonna park her." Dean said. "And behave yourself, would you? No homework. Watch some porn."
"He has been dying to say that, hasn't he?" Emma remarked as Dean got out of the room.
"What about you?" Sam asked Emma.
"I'm gonna get something for my migraines and then I'll be back."
"You have migraines?"
"Yeah, but it's fine since I got some coffee. It's just in case. Nothing to worry about." Emma reassured him. "See you later."
Emma walked up to the streets, her hands in her jeans. She didn't see the signs on which the name of the motel could be read, malfunctioned. Five letters out of eight just disappeared. Now all that could be read was the world " Red."