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I could hear Sammy at the payphone, you know that Winchester loud mouth problem? He just won't take no for an answer… Dad doesn't wanna be found. I know it.
His coffee sat in front of me getting colder by the minute… I looked to Dean with a shit eating grin on my face. He caught it and shook his head, "Don't piss him off."
"Shhh…. You didn't see a thing."
I pulled off the top to his lid and grabbed salt packets off the table. I poured in 5 or 6 of them and replaced the lid. Theres so much cream and sugar in this thing I'm not even sure he'll notice.
I got the lid back on just in time, he sat down and didn't even look at it. Come on now Sammy, drink it!
"Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin' cold over here, Francis." I smirked at Dean when he said it.
"Bite Me." Sam said.. Dammit boy drink this coffee!
"So, they say anything new?"
"I had 'em check the FBI's Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Doe's fitting Dad's description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations."
"Sam, I'm tellin' ya, I don't think Dad wants to be found." I added in.
"So about this case you found Sammy- Ankeny, Iowa is only about 100 miles away, we can be there in a couple of hours."
I just kept watching Sam. Come on… drink the coffee! Do it!
"The mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on 9 Mile Road. Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible." Sam turned to me as if I didn't read the file already.
"Yeah I read it."
"Could be something interesting." Dean tried to get Sam back on track and off of Dad. I wanted to find Dad too. But he wasn't tossing us any bones right now.
"Dad would check it out." I added.
"Yeah, alright lets head out." Sam said before picking up his coffee cup, OH here it comes, but then to my surprise he tossed it in the trash!
Dean laughed at my expression and pushed me towards the car.
When we got to Ankeny we went straight to the frat house the vic lived in, I was thrilled. Unfortunately Dean caught on quickly, "Okay Em, here's the deal. You're gonna go to library and wait for us there. Its about 2 miles from here, get to walking Kiddo!"
"Seriously Dean?"
"Umm yeah, incase you didn't realize, this is a frat house, and you're not going anywhere near it."
"Sam? Are you seriously going to let him send me off?!"
"Look Em I'm with Dean on this one, I've been in frat houses, and there's no way in hell I'm letting my baby sister walk into one."
"You two are ridiculous!" I pulled my gun out of my back waist band and checked to make sure it was loaded and ready before jumping out of the car and walking towards the library. It didn't take me long, it wasn't far. I walked in and smiled, it was then I realized I was at college, without Sam and Dean, and the library was co-ed territory.
I wondered around looking for a good place to sit, I found a table that was empty and some a good view of some eye candy across the way.
I grabbed a random book and pretended to flip through it, throwing glances at the pretty boy who was now eyeing me.
He got up and walked over, I didn't acknowledge him till he sat down in front of me.
"Can I help you?"
"I don't think we've met, I'm Jake."
"Emily, and no, we haven't. I'm a new transfer student from Ohio."
"Well then Emily, let me be the first to welcome you." He said extending his hand.
I giggled and shook it, he seemed impressed by my grip. I closed the book and leaned forward, guess I should work the job we came here for.
"So uhh, Jake. Is it true?"
"What's that?"
"Some guy just got killed? Didn't he go here?"
"Yeah, Rich. He was my frat brother." Oh great he's a frat boy.
"What happened to him? I heard he was with some girl. She get killed to?" I already knew the answer but I figured it was a good way to get more info.
"Yeah he was with Lori Sorensen, the Rev's daughter," he chuckled, "she made it out without a scratch, said it was something invisible, strung him up and hung him upside down over the car, all cut up. I don't think the cops are buying it. Personally I don't think Lori would have the upper body strength to pull that off. My money's on some homeless man who took some PCP or something."
"Wow, that's crazy… so what do the cops say?"
"They think its some psycho drifter that was passing through, no one around here is capable of something like that."
I noticed my phone vibrate, Dean said they were going to make a pit stop at a church and then head my way, guess they found out about Lori as well.
"Boyfriend?" Jake asked as he watched me read the text.
"Nope, no boyfriend."
"Really? Well then since I wouldn't be offending anyone I'd love to have you swing by this party we got going on tomorrow night. It's gonna be a good time, and you would make it even better." I blushed and looked down.
"Uh, Yeah, okay sounds good."
"Great, I'll see you there." He winked and walked away.
Okay well now that I have some basic information I can start digging into this thing while I wait for the boys. Something about the way that kid died sounded so familiar, so I typed it into google. The first link to pop up was a ghost stories and legends website… wait. No. Fucking. Way. HOOK MAN? Oh I so wanna gank hook man! Dude's literally a legend!
I texted Sammy and told them to get their asses to the library. When they got there I explained my theory, turns out Sam was on the same page after listening to Lori say what happened.
"She heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car." He explained.
"That's one of the most famous urban legends ever. You two don't actually think that we're dealing with THE Hook Man." Dean of course wasn't convinced.
"Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began."
"Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?"
"Well, maybe the Hook Man isn't a man at all. What if it's some kind of spirit?" I tossed in, I REALLY wanted to gank hook man.
"Here you go. Arrest records going back to 1851." The Librarian set down two boxes covered in dust in front of us.
"So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?"
"Welcome to higher education.
4 hours later we finally found something.
"Hey, check this out. 1862. A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh."
"Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook." I told them after reading over the material for myself.
"Look where all this happened." Sam said with a grin.
"9 Mile Road… I'll be damned."
"Same place where the frat boy was killed."
This was my chance, it was now or never.
"Sooo, before we head out I was thinking. Maybe we need to keep a closer eye on Lori. Like… an undercover type thing. I could easily join the sorority."
"No." Dean said without even considering it.
"Come on De! I can do this! Its no big deal. I'm just gonna have some pretend pillow fights and crash in someones room for a few nights so I can keep an eye on her."
"No. You're too young to be alone on a hunt. End of discussion."
"NO! This is not over… Sam. What do you think?"
Sam looked like he didn't really wanna say what he was thinking.
"I don't know Dean. It could be a good idea, Lori could be in danger."
Dean huffed and turned on Sam for agreeing with me.
"No! Now listen, I am the oldest, I make the decisions here!"
"Dammit Dean stop be so fucking stubborn! You're hurting the job here! This is a good idea and you know it!" I yelled. He just glared.
I took a deep breath and walked closer to him.
"De. I promise you. I can handle it. We need a man on the inside. Let me do it."
"You swear to me this isn't just you trying to prove you're a hard ass?" He asked me with narrowed eyes.
"No. Its to protect Lori." Well, and to prove to you I'm not a baby.
"Fine… I don't like it but fine. You better text me every hour ON THE HOUR."
"Thanks De, where are you two gonna go?"
"To check out 9 mile rd."
The boys dropped me at the sorority house and I fed them the same line I did to the guy at the library. It was so easy to lie to these people, they were gullible as shit. I managed to get a room right next to Lori's, and after setting down my bag I went to find where she and the majority of the girls had gone off to. I found them sitting in the living room passing around a bottle of tequila, luckily the seat next to Lori was open.
"Do you mind?" I asked her shyly.
"No not at all! I'm Lori!"
"Emily. I think you met my brother's earlier, Sam and Dean. We all just transferred in from Ohio."
"Yes! They came to church." Whoa. Those two acutally went to a church service? And I missed it?!
"Yeah.. they forgot to wake me up this morning."
She laughed and we both joined back in on our game of truth or dare tequila style. I knew I shouldn't drink on the job but I needed to fit in. I had been texting Dean once an hour like asked but he hadn't responded.
Eventually I got a phone call from an unknown number.
"hey I'll be right back" I said before stumbling up and into the other room, shit. I didn't realize how drunk you get and how fast.
"Hello?" I slightly slurred.
"Em?"
"Dean? What phone are you calling me from?"
"Umm.. the one in the Jail."
"What? You're in Jail?" I giggled. Uh oh.
"Yeah, I'm working on getting me and Sammy out…. Emily are you okay?"
"Oh yess yes! I'm super Dean! Great!" Shit. Too much excitement.
"Emily Anne…. Are you drinking?"
"Say whaaaa? Noo. Come on big bro. I'm on the job!"
"Oh I am SO kicking your ass when I get out of here." Then the phone hung up. Oops.
I went to bed that night still tipsy, but not enough to not be unaware of my surroundings. I was listening. Watching. Keeping an ear against Lori's wall. Before I knew it I was falling asleep, It was so quiet and warm.
I woke up to a scream… Oh no. I jumped out of bed and ran into Lori's room. I found her cowered in the floor sobbing and her roommate covered in blood, with a terrifying message written on the wall. I screamed for someone to call 911 while I pulled out my phone and sent the message to both brothers:
"Death at sorority. Lori is okay. Its bad. Get here fast."
No reply, Dammit they must still be in jail… I took Lori outside and had to give my statement to the cops. An hour later I finally hear the rumble of the impala pulling up. I jogged out to the edge of the road and met eyes with Dean. He was still pissed. I signaled for him to meet me around the back of the building.
When I walked up to the impala both Dean and Sam got out.
"Emily what were you thinking?! That could have been you!"
"No Dean.. it couldn't. I was watching. I'm telling you. Whatever this thing was made no sound, was silent. I didn't even hear it carving into the wall and I fell asleep with an ear against it."
"You sure you weren't passed out drunk?!" Sam added. He was apparently pissed too. Great.
"No! Dammit listen! I had to blend in, everyone was drinking I was tipsy but sobered up by the time we went to bed. I promise you! Both of you!"
Dean shook his head and ran his hand through his hair and over his face. Thinking.
"Can you get us in."
"Yeah. The house isn't closed off, If you live here you're still allowed in. I'll go in the front and open the back patio door for you, its right through those bushes."
We split ways and I went around and let the boys in. We snuck into Lori's room where luckily the cops had just left.
"Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?" Sam read the words carved into the wall.
"Right out of the legend" Dean said.
"Hey, guys what about that symbol?"
"I think I've seen it before…come on."
Sam led us out the door and to the library, where he had made the connection of the symbol to hook man's spirit. So now we know what it is, we can kill it.
"There's a party tonight at the frat house. Lori might be there, even if she's not there's going to be a lot of vulnerable people."
"And how do you know that?" Dean asked suspiciously.
"I was invited smartass. I can get you two in."
That night we pulled up to the party and I couldn't wait to split from my brothers. I kinda wouldn't mind running into Jake again either. But I had to find Lori first.
"Man, you've been holding out on me. This college thing is awesome!" Dean looked around at the variety of women.
"This wasn't really my experience."
"Let me guess… Libraries, studying, straight A's? Man what a geek. Alright, you do your homework?"
"Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something."
He shoved a paper in front of us and Dean read right off of it.
"1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage."
"There's a pattern here. In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out—get this—with a sharp instrument."
"What's the connection to Lori?" I asked.
"A man of religion? Who openly preaches against immorality? Except maybe this time, instead of saving the whole town, he's just trying to save his only daughter."
"Reverend Sorensen. You think he's summoning the spirit?" Dean made the connection.
"Maybe. Or, you know how a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place?"
"Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend's repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay."
"Without the reverend ever even knowing it."
"Well either way boys someone should have an eye on Lori tonight, I don't see her here but it doesn't mean she won't show up. We should split. Dean go find the grave, you're better at digging than me and I have the feeling Sammy boy here is going straight for Lori's house."
"No way in hell am I leaving you here at a frat party by yourself."
"Come on Dean we've already had this discussion. Your letting your pig headed stubbornness get in the way of me being able to help do the job! I'm sick of it!"
"Too bad! We left you alone last night and you got drunk and let some poor girl get killed!"
What?... seriously. How could he say that to me. He knows I already felt bad about it. Now he's REALLY set me off…
"Fuck you Dean. That would have happened regardless. And you know it!"
"Stop! Emily you can stay, Dean just go dig the damn grave so we can come back and get her." Sam interjected, I was shocked but happy he agreed with me.
"So what now you're okay with leaving her in the frat house?! Huh Sam?!" Dean turned to him and yelled.
"DEAN! Dammit! Just go! I swear on baby that I won't drink anything in the house! Even the water! I'm not gonna get any better at this job if you don't let me have a little room on the leash!" I was pleading with him by the end of my sentence.
He stared at me for a few minutes before lowering his head. "Okay. Whoever finds Lori, text and let the other one know. You stay put till I come back to get you, or Sam."
"Emily… don't be stupid. Be serious. Anyone drunk ass frat boy comes within two feet of you and you pull that damn gun."
"Sir yes sir" I said with a smirk.
They left, I began to wonder around and look for Lori, but I only found Jake and a bunch of the sorority girls.
"Hey." He said walking up to me.
"Hey, nice party."
"Yeah, can I get you something to drink?"
"Umm no, actually I think I had enough tequila last night to hold me over." I smiled and he laughed.
"Okay, fair enough."
He must have caught me looking around, "Looking for someone specific?"
"Umm Yeah, Lori actually. Turns out she's in my sorority. Just wanted to make sure she was okay with everything that happened…"
"Oh she won't show up. Never does."
"Why's that?"
"Just not her scene, she usually picks up the drunk girls at the end of the night."
Like clockwork I felt my phone vibrate, It was a text from Sam. He had eyes on Lori. Said he was gonna watch the house till Dean was done. Well then I guess that leaves me a few hours to party.
"You gonna leave to go find her?" He asked me.
"Nahh, I'll stick around for a while, but I'd love to get out of this room. Its crowded as hell."
"Yeah come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me outside to sit on the patio where there were a few small groups of people hanging out.
"Better?" He asked.
"Much!" I smiled at him.
We talked for about an hour about nothing much really, but by the time I looked up I noticed that everyone else had gone back inside it was just us. Then I noticed somehow we had gotten closer to each other. I didn't even realize we were moving while talking. Suddenly I got a chill.
"Here." He said pulling off his jacket. I didn't put it on but pulled up my knees and laid it on me like a blanket.
"Thanks." I smiled at him.
He touched my face gently and just looked into my eyes. I was frozen, but I didn't mind. I just gazed back into his. They were ice blue, darkening just around his pupils. I don't know what came over me but I leaned in towards him and crashed my lips against his. He returned the kiss eagerly. We were so close our bodies were practically on top of each other, this was nice. Its not often I get a minute without my brother's on my ass. I was loving every second of this make out session.
We carried on for a few minutes this way and then I noticed his jacket fell off my lap, and his hand went for the button on my jeans. I pushed it away without stopping the kiss. He gave up for a moment and then tried again, this time I pushed his hand harder and pulled away. Looking at him.
"What's wrong baby? Come on.."
"Jake I don't want to."
"Okay.. okay. I'm sorry."
He leaned back in and began kissing me. I allowed it but pushed him off when he reached around and unhooked my bra.
"Dude what the fuck?! I said no." I stood up to walk away but he jumped up and grabbed my arm, pulling me around the side of house with a hand over my mouth.
I struggled against him, he slammed me into the wall. It smacked my head backwards.
"Shhh.. shh. Come on. You kissed me… you want this." He kept one hand over my mouth and smashed his tall frame against me to hold me against the wall. With his free hand he ripped my shirt exposing bare skin and bra.
I bit his hand and he dropped it.
"Bitch!" Then he swung around and punched me in the face. Hard. I fell to the ground and he landed on top of me. A hand back over my mouth.
"Shut up!" he yelled punching me again. He reached down to undo my jeans. Where he faltered was allowing me to get my hand under my back, I pulled out my gun and shoved it against his crotch making sure I wouldn't hit myself.
The gunshot was loud and echoed, but wasn't enough for any of the party goers to hear apparently. Damn you dubstep.
"Ahhh!" Jake screamed out in pain before rolling off of me, his hands filling with blood as he grabbed his crotch.
"You crazy bitch you shot me in the balls!"
I jumped up and kicked him in the face knocking him out… My whole body was shaking. My hands barely held the gun. I quickly pulled it back into my waist band and took off running into the house.
The people I passed looked at me like I was crazy, my torn shirt still exposing my chest and bra and my newly forming black eye and busted lip. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in. I had to get out of here fast before someone finds Jake or his dumbass wakes up.
I couldn't call Sam or Dean. They'd never leave me alone again.. I looked up and saw a note on the bathroom mirror from the sorority house.. It had Lori's number for DD. "Oh thank God."
(Sam's POV)
"No one will talk to me anymore. Except you. The sheriff thinks I'm a suspect. And you know what my dad will say? Pray. Have faith. What does he know about faith?" Lori asked me as we sat in the swing set in her front yard.
"I heard you guys fighting before."
Lori looked down before answering me. "He's seeing a woman. A married woman. I just found out. She comes to our church with her husband. I know her kids. And he talks to me about religion? About morality? It's like, on one hand, you know, just do what you want and be happy. But he taught me, raised me to believe that if you do something wrong you will get punished. I just don't know what to think anymore."
Suddenly she leans in and kisses me, wait… Jess. I can't do this…
"Sam?"
"Lori, I can't."
She looked at me for a second before asking… "That someone you lost?"
I nodded sadly.
"I'm sorry." She said kindly.
Her phone began to ring and when I looked down I recognized the number… what the hell.
"Lori put that on speaker."
"Hello?" Lori answered.
"Lori. Hey… Its Emily. Look. I need your help… but please. Don't call my brother. He's sitting outside your house. I need you to sneak out…" Emily's voice started to crack. Somethings wrong. "please… come fast. I'm at the party and I need to get out of here now."
Lori looked at me nervously.
"Okay Emily I'm leaving right now, be there in 5 minutes."
Lori hung up and we hauled ass to the party. I ran in and started looking for Emily. No sign of her anywhere.. Oh God.
"Lori call her."
She hit redial… "Emily I'm here where are you? Okay I'm coming in now."
I followed Lori as she ran upstairs and knocked on a bathroom door. When it opened I nearly stopped breathing.
(Emily's POV)
"Sam…." I couldn't move. I was frozen. "Wha.. What are you doing here?"
He pushed past Lori and walked in the bathroom shutting the door on her.
"Emily what the hell happened. Are you okay?" he asked panicked as he grabbed my face and looked at my injuries. Then he looked down and noticed my ripped shirt.
"Emily… who did this.. Where is he?" He became fuming pissed in a matter of seconds.
"Sam no. Please. We have to leave now!" I was stumbling to get the words out. Oh no.. Not now. I could feel the panic begin to rise in my throat. I swallowed hard and started to breathe in through my nose. You can do this Em.. calm down.. Dean's not here, you can do this alone… just breathe.
"Please Sam.. lets just go.. please!" I started to beg him. He shrugged off his jacket which I immediately pulled on, and bent down so he was face to face with me.
"Emily. Where is he. Who did this?" He asked, his face stone hard.
"He's laying in the yard with a bullet hole in his nutsack! Please Sam! We need to go now before someone finds him!" He looked at me shocked and rushed me out the door.
"Lori I need you to get us out of here fast. Theres a motel right outside of town. We need to get there now."
Lori looked nervous but didn't ask any questions.
We were in the car. Sam sitting in the back with me trying to get a better look at my face.
"Sam."
"Yeah Em.." He wasn't focused on what I was saying but more so on the swelling around my left eye.
"Please… don't tell Dean. Just tell him Karns' spirit did it okay? Please." I begged him.
"Emily no! I'm not gonna lie to him about this! Look at you! That guy almost r-"
"Yeah and I shot him in the balls! Okay! I handled it! I'm fine. I just.. please."
"I don't know…"
Like clockwork Sam's phone rang.
"Hey Dean." My heart stopped for a second…
"Yeah okay… No. No don't worry. I already picked up Em. We're headed to that motel down from the school. Yeah. Okay… Bye."
"He's gonna meet us there Em. He's gonna see this and he's gonna know better."
"Not necessarily. Not if we beat him there!"
"Emily he's two minutes from the place. I'm sorry."
Dammit… To be honest I'm not sure I realistically believe I would have ever been able to hide this from Dean. I'm okay really. A little jumpy seeing as how I just shot a person… not a monster, but a human. But other than that it's just a black eye and a busted lip. I'd be fine… but Dean wouldn't see it that way. He's gonna see me as the little girl who couldn't protect herself, although if you ask me I think I did just fine.
"Did he burn them…" I asked staring ahead.
"Yeah. He did. But I'm gonna go back with Lori and keep an eye on things for tonight to be sure if you don't mind."
"Yeah no I'm okay Sam… really."
He turned me to look at him, "Emily are you sure. You just shot some guy. An actual person." Yes Sam. Obviously I know that. I'm trying to move past it.
"Only in the balls." I tried to laugh, but it hurt. Must have bruised my ribs getting slammed around. The adrenaline was wearing off and I could feel the pain.
"Well. I can't say he didn't get exactly what he deserved." Sam said.
Lori turned into the parking Lot and I saw the Impala parked in front of the last room on the right.
I looked out the window and sighed…
"You want me to at least walk you in? He might not freak out so much if I'm there."
I thought about it… but the truth is. Dean would be mad that Sam didn't tell him sooner. I wasn't gonna let him walk into that.
"No Sammy… I need to talk to him alone. Its gonna be bad enough, I don't need him yelling at you too."
Sam got out and helped me out of the car. He pulled me close and leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
"You scared the hell out of me kiddo."
"How did you even find out, did Lori come get you?" I asked slightly annoyed.
"No. I was sitting with her when you called, I made her put it on speaker."
"Oh…"
"Alright well get inside. Let Dean clean this up." He said rubbing his thumb on my face. I winced as he touched it.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"Its okay Sammy… Be careful. Love you."
"Love you too kiddo."
I turned and walked towards the door. Pausing to stop right in front of it and turning around to see Sam and Lori pulling out. Well. Here goes nothing… I opened the door. Dean was at the table with his back turned to me.
"Just for the record next time I get to party and stalk hot girls and you two assholes can go di-" he stopped talking as he turned and looked at me.
"… Emily. What happened?!"
He jumped up and walked over grabbing my face and looking at my eye the same way Sam did. It must be getting ugly, the vision is starting to blur so the swelling is getting worse.
"Dean. I'm sorry." I said at a whisper as I pulled my face out of his grasp, flinching when his finger grazed my eye.
"Emily what the hell happened… tell me now!" I watched him look me up and down. I pulled off Sam's jacket and heard Dean's breath catch.
He looked down at the torn shirt and all that it exposed underneath. Atleast I was wearing the white bra, not the lacy one.
"Who did this?!" He looked back at me and asked angrily.
"Dea-"
"No! Tell me who did this… now!"
I sighed and looked down, if I was gonna save any kind of dignity I atleast needed to look him in the eyes while I talked. So I looked back up and pulled Sam's jacket over my chest, arms crossed underneath it.
"I met a guy at the library… talked to him to get some information on the case. He's the one that invited me to the party. After Sam texted me and said he had found Lori and to sit tight till you were done I was sitting down and talking with him… I wasn't drinking. But he was, and we just started making out which was fine for a few minutes… then he got handsy and I told him to back off…" I could see Dean's nostrils flare and I could almost swear his green eyes had a hint of red in the iris as I kept going. "I got up to leave and he dragged me around the side of the house… we fought for a few minutes. And then I shot him in the balls."
Dean's eyes went wide but he quickly recollected his face and stayed silent… basically telling me to keep going.
"when he rolled off covered in blood I kicked him in the face and knocked his ass out. Then I ran inside and called Lori for a ride. But Sam was with her, and they came and got me. I don't think anyone saw anything but me running back in the house looking like this…" I looked down.
"Why did you call Lori." He asked emotionlessly.
"Because I didn't want you or Sam to see me… I knew you'd freak out and never let be alone ever again."
"oh well that's for damn sure never happening again."
"… Dean. I handled it! I'm fine! It's a busted lip and a black eye! I've had much worse and you know it!"
Dean just ran his hand down his face and kept his eyes closed… turning and walking away a few steps. He stopped but didn't turn to face me.
"So you shot his balls off?" he asked with a surprised tone.
"Well I didn't check to see if they were still attached or anything, but yeah that's about right."
He turned around and walked back over pulling me into a hug. I was kinda shocked… No yelling? No I told you so?
"Go take a shower, then I wanna clean that up before you go to bed."
I put the shower on hot as it would go, letting the heat calm down my tight muscles. My whole chest and back started to hurt. Jake slammed me harder than I realized. I washed the dirt off and jumped out. Getting into some boxer shorts and one of Dean's old shirts. I stopped and looked in the mirror. Shit, it did look bad. Jake had a mean right hook, but I had a pistol. Look who won that round.
"Sit on the counter, I'll get the kit" Dean said handing me an ice pack.
He walked over and opened the first aid kit.
"You look like hell" he said as he ran the sink next to me.
I laughed, but it hurt, and made me grab at my ribs.
"Those broken?"
"No.. I think just bruised."
"Let me see…" I raised the left side of my shirt up, there was some bruising but not anything too dark, Dean nodded for me to put my shirt back down.
He went to touch the rag to my eye and I jerked away out of instinct.
"Sorry.." I said, he put a hand on the back of my head to hold me in place while he cleaned my face.
"You got a knot back there too. You feeling dizzy or anything?" he gently rubbed the spot where my head slammed against the house.
"Nope."
"Dean… are you mad?"
"Yeah. I'm pissed." He stopped what he was doing to look at me straight on.
"I'm pissed I wasn't there to protect you. I'm pissed some asshole put his hands on my sister. I'm pissed that even after all that… after all this. I still know that you're right."
"What?" I asked shocked.
"I hate it Emily. I absolutely hate it. I hate that you're right. I can't be there 24/7 as much as I'd like to think I can be and I need to know you can handle yourself alone. And shooting some guy in the balls… that was fucking handling it! I'm damn proud of you kiddo." I smiled, even though it hurt.
"I still wanna go back and put a bullet in his head, but I think living with permanent erectile dysfunction for the rest of his life is pretty good punishment too."
"Thank you De." He went back to cleaning my face, afterwards he tossed me some pain killers and a glass of water. I took them and slowly eased off the counter. Stopping to wrap my arms around Dean's waist.
"So are you okay… you know… emotionally and all? You've never shot a human before."
"Well… I think so. I was pretty shaky afterwards. When Sam showed up I almost lost it, but I was able to pull it together."
"Okay. Get some rest, we'll leave out tomorrow."
I laid down and was ALMOST asleep when the phone rang. Shit.
"Okay, who wants the house and who wants the church?" Dean asked as we pulled up, Lori's father was attacked last night. Turns out that hook man's hook was melted down and made into silver antiques, we figure they're in the church or the Rev's house somewhere, so while Lori and her dad are at the hospital we've come to clean house a little.
"I'll take the church." I said.
"Okay, Sam you get the house. I'll help Em. Oh, and Sam… stay out of her underwear drawer." Dean winked and followed behind me.
An hour later Sam came into the church basement where Dean and I had a fire going in an old fireplace, we had already burned our share and started on the bag that Sam brought us. Suddenly there were footsteps above us. We all moved up the stairs and I swung the door open. It was Lori. She was crying in the church sanctuary. We nodded for Sam to go, and me and Dean went back down to finish burning the silver.
Minutes later we heard yelling. We ran up and got there just in time for Dean to fire at hook man, but not before he sliced open Sam's arm.
"Sam!" I yelled and ran to him.
"Dammit why Is he still here?" Dean asked.
"I don't know we've burned everything.." I said frantically.
"Wait, Lori… is that necklace silver?" I remember her saying it was a gift from her dad.
"yeah?"
I ripped if off and threw it do Dean. "Hurry up!" He tossed me back the shot gun.
He took off down the stairs and I jumped up in front of and injured Sam and a terrified Lori. I heard something to my left and turned to shoot, suddenly something slammed against my right and I went flying through the air.
I landed with a thud against the wall, well if I didn't have bruised ribs before I certainly do now.
I looked up just in time to see Hook Man's hook melting away… then he burst into flames.
"Sam… you good?" I asked out of breath. Dean flew up the stairs before he even had time to reply.
"yeah.. I'm okay. We're okay"
By the time daylight broke we were finishing giving our statements to the police. The sheriff ofcourse had to question me about a party I attended last night where a boy was shot, I told him that I heard he tried to rape some girl but I was gone before anything went down. When he asked about my injuries I blamed it on the mysterious man who attacked us in the church. No way In hell he believed me, but he dropped it. Maybe this wasn't Jake's first time to beat on a girl.
I sat in the impala up front next to Dean. We watched Sam say goodbye to Lori… I think he wanted to like her, but he couldn't just yet. It broke my heart for him, I know he's still grieving over Jess.
He got in and sat down next to me.
"We could stick around a while Sammy." Dean offered.
Sam replied by just shaking his head no. Not saying a word as we drove down the road.
I leaned against him and locked my arm through his. I was perfectly content riding up front for a while.