Author's note: I'm gonna experiment with different POV for this one. Hope its okay! This is also going to be my first Original Chapter! I wanted to do a chapter with no hunts involved, see what the Winchesters are like in a normal day to day environment.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Emily.
(Dean's POV)
"Dean.. we gotta do something about this. She's gonna get herself killed." Sam said to me quietly from the passenger seat. I glanced back in the mirror, she's asleep thankfully.
Its been a week since we left St. Louis. I finally convinced Emily that creepy son of a bitch was lying to her, well, for the most part. She's still struggling with Dad being gone, but more than that it's like she's spent the last week trying to prove how tough she is. Whatever that thing said really shook her up. She's afraid I think she's weak, but God if she only knew… That girl is something. After what she went through, it blows me away that she gets up and keeps on fighting these things every day. I think she's strong. Stronger than what anyone gives her credit for.
"Yeah yeah. I know man."
"You gotta talk to her, she can't be going off half-cocked on her own!"
"Yes Sammy. I understand that." God he's annoying sometimes.
"Well then what are you gonna do?"
"I don't know! Just get off my ass about it for a minute!"
The yelling woke up Em. She stirred in the backseat. Sitting up she kept one hand on her shoulder. She damn near got her ass sliced and diced yesterday. I had to put in stitches.
"How's the shoulder kiddo?"
She winced when she leaned back on the seat but quickly caught her face and proceeded to lie to me, again. "Doesn't hurt a bit. Where are we headed now?"
Somewhere you can't get your stubborn ass killed, "Well me and Sammy were just saying how we thought it'd be nice to take a day or so off."
(Emily's POV)
"Dean we can't take a day off! We gotta find Dad, plus didn't Sammy have a lead on a case this morning?" What is he crazy? We can't take time off right now.
"Yeah but its not gonna go anywhere Em. Come on. I'll even take you shopping!" Sam pleaded.
"Seriously." I looked at him trying to call him out on his bullshit.
"Your clothes are getting a little small there kiddo, I'm tired of watching you almost fall out of your shirt." Dean added.
"My clothes fit fine thank you very much, but if you insist it would be nice to have something without blood stains somewhere on it." I don't know what these two are playing but this is probably the only time they'll offer me a shopping trip. I was gonna eat this shit up for as long as I possibly could.
We drove for another hour or so before we stopped at what seemed to be a pretty big mall. I'm not super familiar so they're all pretty big to me. I wasn't exactly thrilled to have my brother's on my ass the whole time we're here but I am always down for spending some cash.
"So are either of you going to get anything?"
"Well Sammy here hasn't stopped talking about finding that perfect dress!" Dean grinned widely.
Sam just rolled his eyes.
"Depends Em, but I'd like to stop by a book store if they have one."
"Of course you do, I love you brainiac." I smiled at him while he swung his arm around me and we walked through the large glass doors at the front of the building.
"Where to first?" Dean asked.
"Well I assumed you would spend your time in the food court De." I pointed to the array of restaurants on the level just below us.
Dean's eyes lit up at all the choices. He grinned at me and Sam before riding down on the escalator.
Sam and me just laughed, "alright come on where we headed?" he asked me.
"Jeans. I need some jeans. All mine have blood stains."
We started walking towards a store that had a lot of expensive new clothes and a wall FULL of jeans of all different kinds.
"You know you might not destroy your clothes if you did what you were told and stayed behind me." Sam suggested.
"Well staying behind doesn't get the job done now does it Sammy?"
"Emily that was stupid. Look at your shoulder. I get you're trying to prove something here but be smart about it!"
"I don't have to prove shit to no one!" I spat at him. Although it was a lie.
"Yeah okay, what size do you need?"
"I don't know, 8 or so. Its been a while since I bought jeans."
I started to walk up to the wall, my attention was immediately drawn to a few pairs at the end, they were dark wash, fading into the middle, boot cut, and had beautiful rhinestone designs on the back pockets. Oh yes.
I reached for a pair that I thought might fit and held them up against me, turning them again to examine the detail on the back pocket.
"Dean would kill me if I let you get those."
"Why?! Come on Sammy they're so pretty!"
"I don't think you need to bring anymore attention to your ass then you already do."
I rolled my eyes. "Please! Its not my fault the Winchester's have good genes!"
"No. here try these." Sam handed me a pair that had no rhinestones on the backside. I looked up to him with puppy dog eyes. Tearing a page right out of his book.
"But Sammy… those aren't sparkly. Every girl needs some sparkly in her life." I pleaded letting a fake tear make its way to the edge of my eye.
Sam huffed and crossed his arms. "One pair! Then you get some that don't flaunt your ass. I swear to God if you ever wear those around anyone but me and Dean I'll burn them myself!"
I smiled wide and hugged him. "Thanks Sammy!"
I ran to the dressing room with that pair and two more than Sam had actually found. I was impressed. Living with Jess must have given him some style insight. I put on the sparkly pair and turned. He was right. These do draw all the attention to my ass. I better keep them hidden from Dean. These would be great for wearing on stage though.
I tried on the first pair Sam picked out, too big. What is he trying to call me fat or something?
"Hey! Gigantor." I called from inside the changing room, "Get me a size smaller. You trying to call me fat?!" He laughed and I heard him walk away and then walk back a few minutes later. I put them on, perfect fit.
I walked out and twirled around, "So, what do you think?"
"They look good, what about your sparkly ones?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.
"I didn't figure you wanted to see those but we are definitely getting them." He rolled his eyes.
I caught a girl close to Sam's age eyeballing him from the other side of the store. Her eyes went up then down, pausing on his ass. Gross.
"Hey Sam why don't you get some yourself. Apparently those flaunt your ass." I said with a grin.
He looked at me confused and I gestured to the girl eye fucking my brother.
He turned and caught her glare, she winked at him. He gave a small grin and turned back to me.
"Yeah okay, you done now?"
I laughed, "Yeah. I wanna wear these out, see if they can just ring up the tag." I pulled It off and handed it to him with my other new jeans. I held my old pair in my hands.
We got to the register and I almost choked when I saw the total, $400 bucks on 3 pairs of jeans! Damn. Good thing we never have to pay on the bill for these credit cards. They handed me the bag and I put my old pair in with the new ones.
We left and walked down to a store that apparently was having a sale on a lot of their shirts. I walked in and found that I actually liked a lot of them, which surprised me.
"Hey Em I'm gonna step to the bookstore next door, if you have any issues you know to come get me right?"
"Yes Sammy boy, here, take my bag with you, I have a feeling I'm gonna need both arms." I winked at him and gave him the bag with my jeans in it. He stopped and handed me the credit card before walking out. Big mistake on his part.
I went straight for the V-necks. Short sleeve, long sleeve, I got one of each in black, gray, sage, red, and a pretty dark blue that wasn't quite navy but close. Then I walked over and saw some cute button ups to put over them. I found one that had some beautiful designs on the pocket, it was black. Black matches almost everything so I grabbed it. Next I stopped at a rack of old band T-shirts. They were in the guys section but who cares. I grabbed a Lynrd Skynrd, Pink Floyd, and a Rolling stones shirt for me, and since I'm such a good baby sister I got a few for Dean too. He got Metallica, ACDC, and of course Led Zepplin. Next I went over and found men's button ups. They were buy one get one free, I got a few for both Sam and Dean. Lord knows if I don't buy them some new clothes they won't get any. I went and got them plain colored henleys to go underneath, and even got a few for myself. I love henleys. I found a thick band leather bracelet, it was pretty. Tied together by a thin piece of rope. I slipped it on, I loved it.
Since I couldn't carry anything more I walked over to the register and laid down the mountain of shirts. It only cost a couple hundred bucks for all of them. Crazy to think 3 pairs of Jeans cost almost double that. As I walked towards the bookstore the shop next to it caught my eye.
In the window was this beautiful little black dress. It was a sweetheart neckline and had this lace skirt that went down almost to the knee. The skirt had a little poof, but not like a pageant dress poof. As I looked at it all I could imagine was wearing it on stage, with my black cowgirl boots. It would be perfect.
(Sam's POV)
It was nice to be somewhere normal, doing something normal again. The last time I went to a mall was with Jess. It was fun actually, watching her try on outfits and seeing her face light up as she found something she really liked. It hurt to think about it, but it also made me happy.
I wanted Emily to have this life, one where she spends weekends at the mall. When I looked at her in that apartment I knew she was different. I knew something wasn't right. I could see it in her eyes. Man. What the hell happened to my baby sister… she used to be innocent and sweet. Now she's tough as nails, but she's hiding things from me. She never hid anything from me.
I walked out and was fixing to head back to the store I left her in when suddenly I saw her at the store on the other side, standing out front, staring into the window with that same look in her eyes Jess used to get when she really wanted something. I walked up behind her and noticed the dress that had her attention. I don't think she's worn a dress since she was a toddler.
It broke my heart to think she'll never get to wear something like that. She doesn't get to go out to dances, or hang out with friends and get dressed up together. But man I could tell she wanted it, bad.
"It'd be beautiful on you Em." She jumped and turned around.
"What?" She asked slightly jumpy, guess I startled her.
"The dress. Do you wanna try it on?"
(Emily's POV)
All I could do was look at him, kinda shocked that he asked that. He looked almost sad.
"Umm. We don't have to, its not like I have anywhere to wear it." Well, not as far as you know anyways.
"Still, you should try it on."
"Umm. Okay."
We walked in and was greeted by a young woman, she was already oogling over Sam.
"Hey can we get that dress in the window over there?" He asked her.
"Sure, what size?" she asked never even turning to look at me.
"Well I'm not sure what size he wear's but I'll take an 8" I said finally getting her to look at me.
She was pretty, but not pretty enough for my brother. She didn't come close to Jess.
I went to hand my new bags to Sam, "Geez Emily what the hell did you buy?"
I guess he hadn't noticed the 2 full bags until now, "Well its not all mine. I got some stuff for you and Dean too ya know." He smiled.
"Thanks Em."
"Okay here you go, would you like a changing room?" The woman walked back to us with the dress in her hands. Oh my gosh it was even prettier in my hands.
"Yes please." Sam said to her. He took a seat on the bench and I shut and locked the door behind me.
I pulled my new jeans and my shirt off and pulled on the dress. My bra straps were showing, so I slid them down my shoulders and tucked them in. I went to zip it up the back but my arms were too short to get it all the way up. Dammit. This is why I need FEMALE friends to go shopping with. I knew it was either ask Sam or ask the lady at the counter, neither of whom did I feel comfortable asking. At least it was Sam and not Dean. Although Dean was the one who was used to my girly shit. When Sam left I was only 11, A LOT has changed with me and my body since then. But unless I wanted the dress hanging off of me I had no choice…
"Hey uh, Sammy.. you there?"
"Yeah why?" he asked me confused.
"I umm.. I can't reach the zipper." I opened the door and stuck my head out, I'm sure he could tell by my face I was uncomfortable asking because he laughed at me and his cheeks went a little red.
"Okay.. Umm. Are you covered up?" He asked trying to make this less awkward.
"Yeah." I opened the door and took a couple steps out towards him, holding the front of the dress with one hand, and holding my hair off my back with the other so It wouldn't get caught in the zipper.
Sam walked up to me and quickly zipped it the rest of the way, I let my hair down and turned to face him, I'm sure my face was red. He just smiled and stepped back. I turned and looked in the mirror.
Oh I want it… I want it so bad.
"Emily.. it looks. Beautiful." Sam said slowly.
"Thanks Sammy."
"So you got a big date coming up hunny?" the lady asked me.
"Oh, no.. I don't. I just. Wanted to try it on I guess.." I turned and looked back in the mirror. Man my boots would really set this thing off.
"Hey Sam would get the zipper for me again?" I asked taking a step back towards the dressing room.
He walked up and slid it down halfway leaving the rest for me to get when I was behind closed doors. I took the dress off, put it on a hanger and got back in my Jeans. Sometimes I wished we had a normal life. I could wear something like this to school dances, or whatever.
When I walked back out Dean had walked in and was standing next to Sam looking like he might puke at any minute. I chuckled.
"Hey De, get enough to eat?" I asked slapping him on the stomach.
"ughh… "He groaned, "So. Much. Food. "
We all laughed and I handed the dress back to the lady behind the counter. I turned and caught Dean eyeing me suspiciously. He knew exactly what I wanted that dress for. I gave him a sad smile and shook my head as if to say no. He just nodded once and we started to walk out.
"Damn kiddo, what all did you buy?!" He asked me as Sam handed him some bags to carry.
"Chill De, its not all mine. I got you some and Sammy some shirts." He smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders and we walked and went up to the next level of the mall. When we got off the escalators a store caught my eye. I really needed to go in but didn't need my brother's following me.
"Hey umm. You Boys should go back down and find some new jeans. I know yours are as covered in blood as mine De."
He shook his head, "Nahh, I like my jeans a little worn."
Oh great… "Well umm. Maybe you and Sammy here want some guy time to check out chicks or something? I'll be fine on my own for a while."
He stopped walking and eyed me suspiciously again, "Why are you trying to get rid of us…."
"Well Its just that… I need.. I need to go in… there." I said finally pointing at the lingerie store.
Dean looked up and did a double take while Sam looked away slightly blushing.
"You don't need to go in there! Victoria has enough secrets she doesn't need yours too!"
"De… come on. You were the one bitching about my tits falling out." I said a little too loud.
He looked around to make sure no one heard and then got closer to me and so he could whisper yell, poor Sam just looked down and shook his head.
"Yeah well you can go to another store. You don't need those things from that one… trust me I know what's in there!"
"Dean come on! Its not like I'm going to pick up an outfit to strip in, no one but me is ever gonna see what I buy anyways!"
"Dam right they won't!" He huffed at me before looking up… He noticed some very attractive women walking in. His mood seemed to change.
"You know.. on second thought. I'll take you."
"WHAT? Dean no! I'm not going in there with my brother!"
"Well you're not going in there alone either! You're not buying anything with lace, sparkles, or any other frilly girly shit on it! What ever you buy has to be approved by me."
"Ugh! You are impossible Dean Winchester!"
"I'm gonna go back to the bookstore, you two have fun." Sam added.
"Hey wait! Sammy, I'm going to the shoe store next okay?"
"Okay meet you there."
I turned to walk towards the store and Dean was right on my ass the whole time. As soon as we got through the door I went and took a sharp left behind some racks to ditch him. He didn't even notice. He was preoccupied with the same group of women picking out thongs in the corner. Geez my brothers a perv.
I walked and found the bra section. I was looking at them all, so pretty. But then I realized I'm not even sure what size I need anymore, I was a 36 C, but Dean wasn't lying when he said I've been kinda falling out of my shirts lately. As if she read my mind one of the employees came up behind me.
"Can I help find anything today?"
"Umm, yeah actually. I'm not sure what size to get. I think mine is getting too small."
"Step in over here and I'll measure you." She gestured to a changing room.
Let me tell you. Getting measured is awkward as shit. They measure your chest in like 3 different ways and its all up in your personal space.
"Looks like you're a 36 D."
"Well Dean would love to hear that.." I said quietly and full of sarcasm.
"I'm sorry?" she asked, guess I wasn't that quiet.
"Oh nothing, Thank you for your help."
She nodded and left me, I walked back out and went to find a few good bras.
I found a wall full of beautiful colorful lace bras, I pulled down three of them, and then grabbed a plain white one that had a tag that said "push up" on it. I put the white one on top of the others just before Dean walked up behind me.
"Hey."
"Hey, you done perving around in here or what?"
"Ill have you know I assisted those lovely women with finding what would please their men most."
I rolled my eyes. He looked down in my bag and saw the plain white bra on top, he quickly looked away. Ha! It worked.
"You almost done in here or what?"
"Almost. I need some underwear," I smiled real big, "You wanna help me find a pair that'll really drive a man wild?" I asked with a seductive swing to my voice.
"Hell no!" He whisper yelled trying not to draw attention.
"The only underwear you get better have hello kitty stamped on the ass!"
"Look Dean unless you wanna watch your sister pick out underwear I suggest you go for another little walk." He huffed and walked away.
I walked over to a room full of panties. I carefully took my time going through all of the bins and drawers full of bright colors, lace, glitter. Everything Dean told me to avoid. I giggled to myself and picked out a handful of them, including some black lace thongs to match the black lace bra I had hiding in my bag. Dean would shit a brick right now.
I walked over to the checkout line and realized that Dean had the credit card. Shit!
I pulled out my phone.
"Hey De, I need the card."
"Okay I'm headed to you."
I quickly hung up and turned to the cashier.
"Hey this is gonna sound nutso but my big brother is paying for all this and if he see's what I picked out he's gonna have a heart attack and drag me out of here, is there any way you can scan that shit at the speed of lightning?!"
She busted out laughing. "Oh hunny, I have 3 older brothers… I get it." She slid all the stuff under a bag and scanned one item at a time quickly as possible. This way when Dean walked up he wouldn't see the pile of "frilly girl shit."
She was just scanning the lace thong and putting it in the bag when Dean walked up.
"Took you long enough." I said taking him off guard.
He handed the card to the cashier with a smile, she winked at me, and made sure to fill the bag with extra paper at the top so no one could see what was inside of it.
We went to the shoe store where I grabbed 2 more pairs of converse, a pair of good boots for hunts, and Dean and Sam got a pair too.
We left the mall after making a pit stop in the food court, amazingly enough Dean was able to stuff himself for a second time. We drove to a motel outside of town and I grabbed all of our duffels out of the trunk.
When we were inside I set the shopping bags down on one bed and the duffels on another. Sam went outside to grab something from the car, when he came back in I was speechless.
"Sam…" I looked up in awe. "You didn't have to do this."
He was holding the little black dress I loved.
"Sure I did, I could tell you really wanted it."
My heart swelled, sometimes having brothers wasn't so bad.
I ran up and wrapped him in a hug. I hung the dress on the back of the headboard and went back to sorting out clothes.
Two hours later I finished emptying all of the torn, stained, old clothes from our bags and filled them with the new ones. Dean was super excited about his band shirts and him and Sam both thanked me for stocking them up. I knew my brothers' taste in clothing was simple.
I had shoved all my new lingerie and stuff in a black bag from the store with all the shirts and then inside of the duffel bag so it wouldn't catch any attention.
I looked up at the dress and held it in my hands… then I turned to look at Dean.
"I already checked, theres one two towns over that starts at 9." He read my mind.
I shook my head up and down. Sammy did this for me, and I felt like I was ready to show him what I really wanted this dress for.
I jumped in the shower and started to get ready, leaving the dress in a bag till we got to the place, I didn't wanna risk it snagging on anything. I came out in Jeans and one of my new band shirts, I was so excited! Things were finally back to being good with both of my brothers!
But when I opened the door I saw dean standing by the duffel bags, in his left hand was the black bag, in his right hand… the black thong that still had tags on it. SHIT.
"Emily Anne Winchester…." He said so calmly and quietly it was even scarier than if he had yelled.
"What. The. Fuck. Is this doing in your bag?"
I stood frozen, but that didn't last long before the realization hit that this guy went through my shit!
"You first Dean why the hell are you going through my bags?!"
"I didn't! I thought this shit was mine! Its not like I picked up the pink bag! I thought this bag had my shirts in it!"
"Well it doesn't so can you put my underwear down now?"
"Oh, no.. this isn't yours. You're not keeping it. ANY of it!"
"Oh come on one of ems plain!" I tried to argue.. "I sorta kinda listened."
I looked down at my feet. I knew he would find out eventually but I figured It'd be way down the road.
"Dude I told you not to get any of this shit! You don't need it! This is the kinda shit you buy to show off to boys! You planning on showing off to some boys tonight? Huh? Did you play me? Is this why you wanna go so bad?"
"No De! Please. I wanna go tonight... I swear. I got them with the intentions of it being mine and Victoria's dirty little secret!"
He sighed and threw the bag back down on the bed. "Hurry up or we're gonna be late…"
Sam was standing by the door just watching the scene go down, "Wait, neither of you have even told me where we're going."
Dean looked at me and knew how important this was for me, If Sam was gonna find out then I wanted it to be a good night. He slowly shook his head and dropped the fight.
"Come on kiddo, time to let Sam in on your other dirty little secret." I laughed and Sam was super confused.
It took us an hour to get there and when we did I split from the boys and went around to the back, but not before Dean gave me the usual pep talk and warned me to "act like a lady" He didn't want a repeat of the first time he found out.
I got my spot in the completion, this time it was a smaller cash prize, but still cash so I was excited. The manager pointed me around back and I left to get ready, I was going to be 3rd out of 8 and this was a one song only show. The manager came around not long after and asked what song I needed to have the band ready to play, he gave me a list of songs they knew, all country. That's fine, I know my way around country, finally I landed on good ole Miranda Lambert, I know all her songs. I pointed to a song and he smiled and walked off.
(Dean's POV)
"Dean what the hell are we doing here what is going on?" It was kinda funny to watch Sammy squirm, he was clueless.
"Patience brother, its not my place to tell." I said while handing him a beer.
"Emily doesn't need to be alone in here Dean." He said looking around at the bar full of people.
"She's fine. I promise. She knows what to do if someone is messing with her. We have a system."
"A system for what?" Sam said getting impatient.
If he wasn't so busy bugging me he would have noticed the guy on stage introducing the first girl in the competition, it wasn't Emily. She was a pretty blonde. Wearing something I would love to tear off of her later. She was hott.
"Just chill and drink your beer Sammy."
He rolled his eyes and took a drink, I smiled at him. She's gonna blow his mind.
They were always closer when we were younger but I don't think she told Sammy anything about this, she kept it to herself for as long as she could.
The first girl finished and the second came out on stage, still not Em. Sammy is still oblivious to why we're here. He's just drinking a beer and watching. I can't help but wonder what it was like to have a normal life for so long. Not that I would ever admit it, but I'm kinda jealous he got to find out. He has balls, he walked away from Dad. Something I just wasn't able to do, not that I really wanted to. I fit into this life better than maybe I should. I was made for this.
The second girl left the stage and suddenly I see Em step up to the mic. Man, Sam wasn't lying. That dress is beautiful, I wish it had a little more on the top, but it wasn't revealing by any means. She looks so grown up. She looks like mom. Beautiful.
I looked to Sam, he still hasn't noticed that its Emily up there. He's just looking around.
She started singing… his head flew around and he looked to her and subconsciously stood up out of his chair and took a few steps forward. He turned to look back at me shocked. I smiled and got up to stand next to him.
"Yeah.. she's something ain't she."
He just stared in awe as she kept going, she had the crowd's attention.
"I didn't even know she could sing dude."
"Yeah me neither for a long time…" I thought back to the first time I caught her. I knew she was sneaking out to do something. But I had no idea, instead of confronting her I thought it'd be better to follow her and bust her.
Sam's face looks like mine did at first… until I heard the men around me talk about her. Then it got angry fast. The moment she realized I was there I could see her face change. She was freaking out.
Now look at her, Sam's eyes are glued to that stage. She looks up and around for him, smiling when their eyes meet.
(Emily's POV)
"You cost more than… He wanted to .. lose"
"And with this ring.. I said I do..ooo.."
"Promised to never do what I've done… I've lied to someone… Dear Diamond."
I caught Sam's stare, he was shocked. His face was much calmer than Dean's was the first time. Ofcourse this time I wasn't flirting with the whole bar either, I figured a power ballad was a better choice.
It feels right, having them here to support me. Telling Sammy about all this, well showing him anyways. The less I hide from him the better.
The song finished and I felt that high again… the one that took me out of my life full of drama and monsters. It took me to some place amazing. I left the stage and instead of sitting around in the back alone I decided I'd rather sit out in the crowd with my brothers and scope out the rest of the competition.
I broke my way past the front set of tables and walked up behind De, Sammy caught me and I held a finger to my lips… I crept closer and closer.. almost to him. I'm gonna get his ass finally.
"Nice try Kiddo." Dammit.
"Only cause Sammy's goofy ass grin gave it away." I smiled as I sit down between them at the table.
I looked to Dean, he had some look on his face… I couldn't place it. He caught me watching and gave a small smile before looking back down to his beer. I found this odd and turned to Sam, he was looking at me as if he was waiting for me to say something…
"What?" I asked looking back and forth between the two of them.
"Emily how come you never said anything?" Sam asked.
"Well… the first time it happened was after you left." He looked guilty…
"Its okay Sam. I didn't tell Dean either, or Dad."
"So how did Dean find out?" He asked curiously.
"Oh lets just not go the-" I tried to stop what was coming.
"Well she tried sneaking out, she was a bad liar, so I followed her and found her on stage in leather pants and a crop top practically dancing for the men at the front of the bar."
"Oh please you did not! I was just singing, I never touched one guy!"
"Oh and the song was basically begging to get laid."
"WHAT?" Sam looked shocked. "Leather pants Em, seriously?!"
He shook his head and I just sighed and looked down.
"So does Dad know?"
"Yeah, I came home with some cash after winning one in Wisconsin and he wanted to know where it came from. I told him I won a karaoke contest, but he's never come to watch."
"Well he should, Emily you looked beautiful up there." I blushed.
"Yeah I know, sitting down here with you losers hurts my appearances." I chuckled at the look they both gave me.
"So how many are there tonight?" Dean asked.
"Only 8 and only one song a piece so we're halfway done, shouldn't be another hour."
An hour later we were on the road, no cash in hand unfortunately. Some hott blonde who showed too much boob got me this time. But honestly I didn't mind, tonight wasn't about the cash. We went back to the motel and I took off and carefully placed the dress back in its plastic wrapping before carefully placing it in the trunk, I didn't want it wrinkling in my duffel. I cleaned all the make up off my face and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I walked out and Sam was already asleep, so I climbed in Dean's bed and slid under both the sheet and blanket while he had just the blanket, our usual arrangement.
He flicked off the light and I curled up against his body heat.
"Hey Em."
"Yeah De?"
"You did good tonight… Mom would be proud of you. You really reminded me of her tonight."
"Really?" I was surprised.
"Yeah. Did I ever tell you mom used to sing to me?"
I turned and looked at him, he never talks about Mom, its his soft spot and he rarely shows it.
"No… you didn't."
"Anytime I was sick, or upset… she would sing Hey Jude." He sadly smiled at the memory.
"That's where you get it… Cause God knows the men in the family can't carry a tune to save their lives." He slightly chuckled.
"Thanks De, she'd be proud of you too ya know. You've done everything for us." He gave pulled his arm around me. I fell asleep to the rise and fall of his chest, his heart beating into my ear. He does this sometimes when I get really worked up. Just lays me against his chest, so I can tune out everything else. When I'm here I know that I'm safe.
The next morning I was up before both the boys, which never happens. I got up and pulled out the case Sammy was looking into, it wasn't more than 20 minutes before Dean woke up and walked over to the table.
"Well, yesterday was nice and all. But we still got work to do De." I laid the papers in front of him.