I do not own Supernatural characters. I wish I owned Dean and Sam though. (Evil thought mwahahahaha) Well I hoped you liked the first chapter!
And there's language in here too.
Chapter Two
"NO!" Sam was shouting at the top of his lungs as he thrashed around the bed in the flaming room. Jessica was on the ceiling, burning.
"Sammy!" Dean rushed into the room.
"Let go! LET GO! WE NEED TO HELP HER DEAN! LET GO!"
Dean practically dragged Sam into the Impala. Sam was clinging onto Dean's arm. Tears burning his face.
"Dean!" Emma's voice cut the air like a knife, "What's going on? Dean! Sam!" Emma tried to sooth Sam but he kept on trying to get out of the car.
"Sam there's nothing we can do. NOTHING! Now get the hell into the car!"
Dean shouted over Sam's frantic pleas.
"Don't talk to me like that while Jessica is burning in there! GIVE ME A FUCKING REASON WHY THE HELL I CAN'T GO IN THERE!" Sam was cursing his head off.
Dean punched Sam in the side of his head as if to calm him down. He looked scared but angry. "NO!" Emma wrapped her arms around the shaking Sam, tears welled into her eyes, and they dripped down her cheeks and tasted bitter to her tongue. "Dean! No…don't hit him…" She sobbed into Sam's hair, "not now, not when he's suffering like this…"
"AND YOU THINK THAT I'M NOT SUFFERING?" He snapped back.
"Dean! His girlfriend just died! HAVE A LITTLE SYMPATHY WILL YA?"
Emma surprised herself. She never talked back to Dean before. Never. Sam cried into Emma's arm. She kissed his tears and brushed his tear soaked hair out of his reddened eyes. She suddenly felt like the older one. Comforting a child. She would use the common soothers, shh… or everything's going to be okay… She couldn't bear the thought of Sam being so sad. Nothing had made him cry in front of her before. Emma looked up at Dean. He sighed and nodded as he took a stroll around the parking lot. Sirens rang through the night. Dean ran back to the Impala and turned on the ignition. "We have to get out of here." He said quickly.
"No!" Sam said, his voice hoarse.
"Look Sammy! The cop's main suspect would be us at the moment. And it doesn't help matters that you two are bawling at the back. We need to go. Got it?"
Sam didn't make a sound as Dean gunned it down the road. He would look back every once in a while to make sure that Sam wasn't doing anything funny. He did have a trunk load of guns. Emma fell asleep curled on top of Sam's slackened figure. He lay there under Emma, wide awake, but couldn't move. Just a night mare, just a night mare… that's it…just a night mare. Everything is going to be alright. He thought as he drifted off to an uneasy sleep.
"GET OFF THE ROAD BUTTWIPE!"
Emma and Sam woke up abruptly from the yelling and shouting. Sam put both his hands over his face as he still lay down on Emma's legs. Emma groaned as she stretched, her back ached from being arched over Sam for several hours. She cracked her neck as she turned to face the commotion. Dean had the window rolled down he was shouting at a nearby driver.
"IT'S THE 101! WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M SUPPOSED TO DO? HUNH! SMART ASS!" Dean shouted.
"Dean," Emma groaned, she was getting a migraine.
Sam rubbed his temples and got up off of Emma's legs. The head lights of the cars blinded him. He gasped in pain; he too had a bad headache. He rubbed his temples over and over. Emma climbed over the seat and sat beside Dean.
"LISTEN BUTTWIPE! THIS IS THE FUCKING 101! SO DO US ALL A FUCKING FAVOUR AND SHUT YOUR ASS TRAP!" Emma shouted at the driver.
Everyone stared at the very annoyed Emma. Red circles were around her eyes. Sam and Dean had just noticed how tired Emma looked; they felt sympathy welling up in their throat. Emma had started to hunt at the age of fifteen, and was a great hunter, but she hardly went to sleep. She would stay up until the sun would rise just searching for anything supernatural.
The driver cussed one last time and drove ahead of them. Emma fell back onto her seat holding her head in her hands. It felt like two metal clamps had gotten hold of her head, compressing her temples inch by inch. "Fuck!" She mumbled.
Dean looked at her worriedly. "Get some Tylenols, there's some in the glove department, take one once every four hours. Sammy you take some too."
Emma opened the glove department and opened the small bottle took two pills and passed it to Sam. Half an hour later, both were sleeping again. In comfortable postures. Dean pulled over at a motel and checked in. He woke Sam and carried Emma into the room. Sam collapsed onto the bed, hand over his face again. Fatigue had consumed his whole body. Everything that had happened flooded his mind with horrible images. Him shouting for Jessica. Dean dragging him out. The site of Jessica burning on the ceiling. The thought of never seeing her again. The feeling of guilt and loss.
"Sammy…" Dean tried to smooth things out between them.
"Look Dean," Sam swallowed, "let me, let me sleep on this okay? Tomorrow you can say what ever load of bullshit you want. But, just let me sleep now…" Sam took off his shirt and climbed into bed.
Dean was going to say something but swallowed the words down his throat. He couldn't bear fighting with Sam in his state. It just isn't right…
He took off his shirt and tucked Emma in. He too, finally rested.
Well I hope you like this sort of part of the episode! (Did that make sense? O.O) Well please review! I'll be back with the third chapter soon!
