Author's note: I'm hoping to explain some of the background including their mom in this story, hope it all makes sense and falls into place like I'm hoping it will.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Emily.
"Eww! Ew! Pull over now!" I yelled jumping from the backseat and diving up front between Sam and Dean.
"Dammit, Emily, get off of me! I'm tryin to drive here!" Dean yelled as I tried to straighten out my body.
"Well stop then! Get it out!" I yelled as my face was falling closer to the floorboard at Dean's feet.
Dean jerked the wheel to the right and slammed it in park, then he jumped up leaving only Sam to help me out, I was kinda stuck with my torso in the floorboards and my legs over the seat.
"Where is it Emily?!"
"I don't know! It was there! There was like 3 of them!"
Sam finished pulling me out as I heard dean smash the damn things. Fucking spiders man!
"Ugh! I'm not getting back in this car till its fumigated!"
"Emily don't be so dramatic." Sam said rolling his eyes.
"We were seriously attacked by bugs yesterday! I don't think I'm being all that dramatic Sam!"
We just wrapped up a case involving some Indian burial grounds. We were literally ATTACKED by swarms and swarms of different types of bugs. Now that we've left I keep finding those bastards in the car. They must have crawled in through the vents or some shit! I was fucking done with bugs for the rest of my life.
"Alright alright. Quit your bitching. We'll stop at the next motel and I'll make sure they're gone. Okay?" Dean asked annoyed.
"Yes. Thank you. But I'm riding up front till we get there." I said matter of factly.
We got to the motel with plenty of daylight left, it only took Dean a few hours to completely pull everything out and make sure baby was bug free. He even pulled off the dashboard and panels on the doors. I love him sometimes.
"Well we're here so we might as well crash for the night and head out tomorrow, Sammy see if there are any jobs near by." He said walking in to get a beer.
Since we had a few hours to kill I offered to do laundry, Yes. I know. Shocking, but Dean de-bugged baby for me, so I think a few loads won't kill me.
"So uh food?" Dean stood up and asked.
"Yeah I want chicken strips De."
"You always want chicken strips…"
"Not true. When I'm reeeally hungry I get what you get Mr. Double with bacon and extra onions." I smirked at him before he left.
Dean came back and we all sat and ate dinner in the room.
"Hey." I said getting both their attention.
"Do you think Dad is watching us… Like do you think he's keeping tabs on us?"
"I don't know Em. We can't get a clue on where the hell he is. No one's seen him around. So I guess its possible."
Sam just shook his head like the question irritated him. "I'm going to bed."
He climbed in and Dean shrugged when I raised an eyebrow. It was Sammy's turn to share a bed tonight, so I climbed in and shoved my cold feet under one of his legs, he didn't even move. He must be passed out.
Its dark, but I can feel Sam moving around next to me… must be another nightmare. I flicked on the lamp next to us… poor Sam. I can't just leave him like this. So I started to shake him awake.
"Sam.. Sammy… hey wake up."
He jumped up and looked around confused.
"Em? What time is it?"
"Clock says 430, you okay? You were basically seizing in the bed. Nightmares?"
"Yeah uhh. I'm sorry. Go back to sleep.."
He jumped up and grabbed a pen and a note pad before walking to the table and starting to scribble something. I laid back down but couldn't fall back asleep so I got up and turned on the other lights. I woke up Dean and sent him for coffee and for me an orange juice.
Dean came back, without my orange juice- he knew it gave me acid reflux but sometimes I crave them and drink it anyways. Guess he didn't want to listen to me whine about heartburn the rest of the day... Water it is then. Sam didn't even touch his coffee, he just kept drawing… what the hell.
Suddenly he stands up. "Wait. I've seen this." He starts searching through his duffel bag.
"Seen what, what are you doing?" I asked him.
"I know where we have to go next." Then he pulls out a picture and puts it side by side to his drawing, laying it in front of Dean and I. It was a picture of us, all of us- even mom, standing in front of our old house in Kansas. The house. The one where my mother died, the one where this whole life of hunting got started.
"Where? " Dean asked not catching on, but I knew where he wanted to go.
"Back home –back to Kansas." Ding ding ding, too bad this isn't the lottery, cause I would have hit the jackpot.
"Okay, random. Where'd that come from?" Dean asked him.
"All right, um, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right? The house where Mom died?"
"Yeah."
"And it didn't burn down, right? I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?"
"I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talkin' about?"
"Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but….the people who live in our old house –- I think they might be in danger."
"Why would you think that?" Dean started to get a little touchy.
Uh…it's just, um….look, just trust me on this, okay?
"Wait, whoa, whoa, trust you?" Dean jumped up and walked towards him.
"Yeah."
"Come on, man, that's weak. You gotta give me a little bit more than that."
"I can't really explain it is all."
"Sammy please try, your freaking me out. Whats going on?" I asked quietly.
"I have these nightmares."
"I've noticed." Dean said while he rolled his eyes.
"And sometimes….they come true."… No. No. I remembered hearing bloody mary say something about his dreams… I thought she was lying. Hell I hardly remembered what she said after the headache she gave me.
"Come again?" Dean asked cautiously.
"Look, Dean….I dreamt about Jessica's death –- for days before it happened."
"Sam, people have weird dreams, man. I'm sure it's just a coincidence."
"That's what Mary meant. Isn't it Sam?"
"You heard her?"
"Yeah, I hardly remember, but I just thought she was lying or something."
"No, I dreamt about the blood dripping, her on the ceiling, the fire, everything, and I didn't do anything about it 'cause I didn't believe it. And now I'm dreaming about that tree, about our house, and about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that's where it all started, man, this has to mean something, right?"
Dean stood up, I could tell he was stressing out. "I don't know man."
"What do you mean you don't know, Dean? This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!"
"All right, just slow down, would ya? I mean, first you tell me that you've got the Shining? And then you tell me that I've gotta go back home? Especially when…."
"When what?"
"When I swore to myself that I would never go back there?" I looked to Dean and could tell this was breaking his heart.
I don't have any memories in that house. I was only 6 months old the night Mom died, was murdered. Sam and Dean, they had memories. They had memories of growing up there, of being with mom there, and of the night she died. Sam was only 6 or so. He doesn't remember a lot, but Dean was 10. It was the hardest on him, and he had stories of mom he used to tell me and Sammy when we were little. The only thing Sam would talk about was how pretty he remembered mom being, and how good she always smelt when she carried him around or picked him up. I wish I had memories of mom. My only memories are the stories, I used to make Dean tell one to me every night.
" I know man… I do. But. Look, Dean, we have to check this out. Just to make sure."
Dean looked down. "I know we do."
I walked up behind him and grabbed his hand, I squeezed it. He looked down at me, it was like he was gonna cry. I hated seeing Dean like this. This is gonna be a rough one.
We were packed up and on the road in 20 minutes. 6 hours later here we are, parked in front of the house where our mother died.
"You gonna be all right, man?" Sam asked Dean.
"Let me get back to you on that."
We walked up to the door, I wrapped one arm around Dean's and walked next to him. I was… scared. Not of monsters, or spirits, or whatever may hurt the people in the house. I was scared to be here, to walk the same floors my mother did, to be in the room where she died, I can't explain it. It's like a double edged sword, I didn't have to live with the bad memories, but I also didn't have any that were good. This house held a different meaning for me. It was for me only about my mother's death.
Sam knocked, a young pretty blonde woman answered.
"Yes?"
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am, but we're with the Federal—" Dean started to lie.
"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean. We used to live here. You know, we were just drivin' by, and we were wondering if we could come see the old place." Sam interrupted.
"Winchester. Yeah, that's so funny. You know, I think I found some of your photos the other night."
"You did?" Dean asked surprised.
"Yeah, come on in, I'll get em for you."
"Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice!" called an adorable little boy in a play pen in the kitchen.
"That's Ritchie. He's kind of a juice junkie. And my daughter, Sari, this is Sam and Dean. They used to live here."
"Hi." She smiled at us shyly. We all smiled back and I waved.
"Hey, Sari." Sam said
"So, you just moved in?" Dean asked the woman named Jenny.
"Yeah, from Wichita."
"You got family here, or….?"
"No. I just, uh….needed a fresh start, that's all. So, new town, new job – I mean, as soon as I find one. New house."
"So, how you likin' it so far?"
"Well, uh, all due respect to your childhood home –- I mean, I'm sure you had lots of happy memories here. But this place has its issues." Dean gave a small sad smile when she spoke. I felt numb. I wasn't sure what to feel yet. I just stayed close to Sam's side, I looked around, it was a beautiful house. Its hard for me to imagine Dad in a place like this. We grew up in motel rooms mostly, this place was so nice compared to that.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked her.
"Well, it's just getting old. Like the wiring, you know? We've got flickering lights almost hourly."
"Oh, that's too bad. What else? "
"Um…sink's backed up, there's rats in the basement. I'm sorry. I don't mean to complain."
Dean shook his head so she would know she wasn't offending us. "No. Have you seen the rats or have you just heard scratching?"
"It's just the scratching, actually."
"Mom. Ask them if it was here when they lived here." Sari suddenly spoke up.
"What, Sari?" Sam asked her.
"The thing in my closet."
"Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets." She looked to us. "Right?"
"Right. No, no, of course not." We all said.
"She had a nightmare the other night." Jenny explained.
"I wasn't dreaming. It came into my bedroom –- and it was on fire." I gripped Sam's sleeve and threw my eyes up to Dean, he looked as shocked as I felt.
We were walking back out to the car now… I was still feeling. Weird, about all of it. Sam and Dean were talking, but I just didn't have anything to say. I just walked silently with the box Jenny gave me, I haven't been able to open it yet. I just. I can't.
"You hear that? A figure on fire." Sam asked Dean.
"And that woman, Jenny, that was the woman in your dreams?"
"Yeah. And you hear what she was talking about? Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit."
"Yeah, well, I'm just freaked out that your weirdo visions are comin' true."
"Well, forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it's the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?" Sam's voice was getting higher and louder the more he talked, he was getting panicky.
"I don't know!" Dean said just as frantic.
We got in the car and drove towards a gas station close by.
"Well, I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?" Surely not, Dad would have checked.
"Or maybe it's something else entirely, Sam, we don't know yet."
"Well, those people are in danger, Dean. We have to get 'em out of that house."
"And we will."
"No, I mean now."
"And how you gonna do that, huh? You got a story that she's gonna believe?"
"Then what are we supposed to do Dean?"
"We just gotta chill out, that's all. You know, if this was any other kind of job, what would we do?"
"We'd try to figure out what we were dealin' with. We'd dig into the history of the house." I finally spoke.
"Exactly, except this time, we already know what happened." Dean said.
"Yeah, but how much do we know? I mean, how much do you actually remember?" I asked carefully.
"About that night, you mean?"
"Yeah."
"Not much. I remember the fire…the heat… And then I carried you out the front door, pulling Sammy behind me. Then I remember sitting outside, waiting for Mom and Dad to come out. But uh.. well. Dad came out a few minutes later."
"You carried me out?"
"Yeah, what, you never knew that?"
"No. Dad said he was the one who found mom in the nursery, I figured he did… did you go in the nursery.. when mom was.. you know."
"No. No I didn't, dad handed you to me in the hallway. I already had gotten Sam up. And, well, you know Dad's story as well as I do. Mom was….was on the ceiling. And whatever put her there was long gone by the time Dad found her."
I felt this lump in my throat get bigger the more we talked about it.
"And he never had a theory about what did it?" Sam asked.
"If he did, he kept it to himself. God knows we asked him enough times." Dean replied.
"Okay. So, if we're gonna figure out what's goin' on now…we have to figure out what happened back then. And see if it's the same thing."
"Yeah. We'll talk to Dad's friends, neighbors, people who were there at the time."
"Does this feel like just another job to you?" Sam asked him quietly.
Dean didn't answer him, he just got out of the car.
"I'll be right back. I gotta go to the bathroom" No he doesn't, he's going to do what I've wanted to do from the moment I found out we were coming here. Calling dad.
"Hey Sam.. what do you remember about mom. About living here."
"Uhh. Not a lot, I remember the house. That me and Dean shared a room, we had bunk beds, he was on top ofcourse. I remember dad came home dirty all the time and mom would make him wash up before he could eat dinner." He laughed to himself.
We left the gas station and went to the garage dad used to work at, it looked more legit if it were just the boys walking in so I waited this one out in the car. Staring at the box sitting on the seat next to me.
Sam and Dean walked back with some info, we were headed to see a psychic of all things, it was almost funny enough to make me laugh, but this case isn't one I think I'll be laughing at anytime soon.
When we walked up the porch steps I read the sign, MISSOURI MOSELEY. I vaguely remember reading about dad visiting Missouri, I thought he meant the state. We walked in and sat down on the couch, a woman called out from another room, "Be there in a minute!"
She and a man came around the corner not long after, walking out her previous customer. As she shut the door behind him she turned and looked at us.
"Winchesters." Wait… what? How does she know us.
"I'm sorry?" Sam asked.
"Well Sam hunny I have known you and your siblings for a very long time. I know you don't know me though. Emily hunny, its okay, you don't have to be afraid." She said turning to me and smiling.
"What?" I jumped "I'm not scared."
"Well not of me, but you're afraid of that house. You shouldn't be baby. Its just wood and nails."
I eyed her carefully but couldn't find the words.
"Missouri, we're looking for our Dad… have you seen him recently?"
"No Sam I'm afraid I haven't, not in a very long time." She looked at him for a second and cocked her head. "Oh Sam. I'm so sorry about your girlfriend… the nightmares. You poor thing." It was Sam's turn to looked shocked and scared, I was glad to have the attention off of me.
Dean was still sitting next to me and noticed that I had been tapping my foot since we sat down, and it had only gotten faster after Missouri's comments. I felt his arm swing around behind me, pulling me a little closer to his side.
"Dean. That babygirl is okay, you don't have to protect her in the house. She's safe." Dean narrowed his eyes.
"Don't you cuss me boy."
Now Dean had a look of pure shock, "I didn't say anything!"
"No but you were thinking it. Come on kids, let me make you some tea. I promise, its not poison." She giggled as she walked away, we followed her into her kitchen.
"Okay. So, our dad –- when did you first meet him?" Sam wasted no time.
"He came for a reading. A few days after the fire. I just told him what was really out there in the dark. I guess you could say…I drew back the curtains for him."
"What about the fire? Do you know about what killed our mom?" Dean asked next.
"A little. Your daddy took me to your house. He was hopin' I could sense the echoes, the fingerprints of this thing."
"And could you?"
"I…." She was going to speak but stopped suddenly.
"What was it?"
"I don't know. Oh, but it was evil. So…you think somethin' is back in that house?"
"Definitely." Sam said.
"I don't understand. I haven't been back inside, but I've been keepin' an eye on the place, and it's been quiet. No sudden deaths, no freak accidents. Why is it actin' up now?"
"I don't know. But Dad going missing and Jessica dying and now this house all happening at once –- it just feels like something's starting."
"That's a comforting thought." I mumbled out loud more to myself then anything.
"Well what are we waiting for, lets get over there." Missouri said standing up. Oh I so am not ready to go back in that house right now. I'm not even done processing it from the first time.
She quickly turned to look at me.
"Emily sweetie, you need come with us. I know you don't understand right now, but this house was a part of your life too. You need to face it just as much as they do."
My mouth barely opened, I tried but couldn't make the words come out.
Man, 15 minutes with this woman and she has rendered me pretty much speechless. That NEVER happens, I'm always the loud mouth of the bunch. I got an extra dose of that Winchester mouth problem.
Dean stood up behind me and squeezed my shoulders, "Come on kiddo."
I felt bad, guilty even. I didn't want this to be about me and my feelings. I wanted to focus on Dean and Sam. How they were feeling, I wanted to be there for them. I just wanted to ignore mine for now.
We drove back to Jenny's, Missouri up front with Dean and Sam in the back with his arms around me, these two were extra protective today, not that I really mind at the moment.
We knocked and an upset Jenny answered the door with Ritchie crying in her arms. "Hey guys, What are you doing here?"
"Hey, Jenny. This is our friend, Missouri." Sam said.
"If it's not too much trouble, we were hoping to show her the old house. You know, for old time's sake." Dean said a little forcefully.
"You know, this isn't a good time. I'm kind of busy." Jenny said trying to comfort Ritchie. It was obvious she was spooked.
Dean tried to persuade her but Missouri smacked him in the back of the head and shut him up.
"Give the poor girl a break, can't you see she's upset?" then she turned to Jenny, " Forgive this boy, he means well, he's just not the sharpest tool in the shed, but hear me out." Dean looked offended, another one of those times I would be laughing, but I'm not.
"About what?"
"About this house."
"What are you talking about?"
"I think you know what I'm talking about. You think there's something in this house, something that wants to hurt your family. Am I mistaken?" Damn this lady was good.
"Who are you?"
"We're people who can help, who can stop this thing. But you're gonna have to trust us, just a little."
Jenny let us in and Missouri went straight up the stairs, we all followed.
"If there's a dark energy around here, this room should be the center of it." She said walking into the second door on the right side of the hallway.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"This used to be your nursery Emily. This is where it all happened." My heart felt like it stopped beating. I grabbed the back of Sam's jacket and wadded a death grip of it in my hand. He looked down at me sadly and mouthed "its okay."
I looked up to Dean, his face was so torn. He just stared around the room, stopping on the ceiling. This was killing him, we needed to leave. I had to go… I felt my breath become shallow, it was like something was pushing on my chest, I started to feel my finger tips tingle and go numb. I needed to leave, now. But I was frozen where I stood, my breath got quicker and quicker as if trying to catch up to my racing heart. I looked up to the ceiling and felt my chest tighten again. Why couldn't I move, why couldn't I breathe.
"Boys take your sister outside." Missouri said quietly. Suddenly both of their eyes were on me but I couldn't look away from the ceiling.
Sam got down on my level and tried to get me to look away,I looked down to him but it's like I couldn't see his face in front of me. He was there, but he was far away. He was saying something I couldn't hear. Suddenly he was gone, Dean was there instead and he put himself inches away from my face.
"Emily close your eyes, okay? Just close your eyes baby it's okay." He had his hands on my shoulders, finally I looked down and squeezed them shut, my breathing picking up faster and faster, it was getting louder. I just kept sucking in air but its like none of it was going into my chest.
"Shhh.. come on, lets go." He tucked me into his side and walked me down the stairs and out to the car. He sat me in the front seat and I laid my face down on my knees, my chest was so tight, I felt like it was going to explode. Dean got down on his knees and leaned down in front of me.
"Em, just breathe. Slow deep breaths, in through your nose… come on.. breathe." I finally was able to draw in one slow breath… then another.. I was coming back down. Dean just sat with me, not saying a word. One hand sitting on my knees, the other running through my long hair as he pushed it off to the side.
"There you go… your okay."
"Dean I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to.. I just couldn't stop it." I said shakily, still trying to get air into my body.
"Shhh. Shh. Its okay, I know. You've taken in a lot today kiddo. Its okay."
I finally was able to pull my face away from my knees and look at him, "We all have Dean. You and Sam aren't sitting in the car trying to get yourselves under control."
Dean just sighed. He watched my face and I watched his. I know he was hurting, "I know this is really hard for you De. I didn't wanna make it any harder, I wanted to help you get through it. This house… I don't remember it like you do. I can't imagine how you feel. Just once I wanted to be the one to help you."
He smiled at me and rubbed his thumb on my cheek, "Kiddo. You do. You give me space when I need it, and when I really need it, your always there with a hug. You make sure I'm never alone. You and Sammy. You two get me through days like this. This one's just super hard on all of us."
"Come on, lets go catch up to Sam and Missouri." He reached out his hand and I gladly took it.
When we walked back up Sam eyed me carefully. I gave him a small nod to let him know I was okay, then I went and stood next to him. Putting an arm around his waist and leaning against him. He put an arm around me and held it there. I know it hurts his feelings that I always go to Dean for this. I want him to know I need him too. He just… isn't ready to know. Or I'm just not ready to say.
"I don't know if you kids should be disappointed or relieved, but this ain't the thing that took your mom."
"Wait, are you sure?"
She nodded.
"How do you know?"
"It isn't the same energy I felt the last time I was here. It's somethin' different."
"What is it?"
"Not it. Them. There's more than one spirit in this place."
"What are they doing here?"
"They're here because of what happened to your family. You see, all those years ago, real evil came to you. It walked this house. That kind of evil leaves wounds. And sometimes, wounds get infected."
"I don't understand."
"This place is a magnet for paranormal energy. It's attracted a poltergeist. A nasty one. And it won't rest until Jenny and her babies are dead."
"You said there was more than one spirit."
"There is. I just can't quite make out the second one."
"Well, one thing's for damn sure –- nobody's dyin' in this house ever again. So whatever is here, how do we stop it?" Dean asked her.
We went back to Missouri's to gather supplies as she told us the plan.
"So, what is all this stuff, anyway?" Dean asked as Missouri packed small bags.
"Angelica Root, Van Van oil, crossroad dirt, a few other odds and ends."
"Yeah? What are we supposed to do with it?"
"We're gonna put them inside the walls in the north, south, east, west corners on each floor of the house."
"We'll be punchin' holes in the dry wall. Jenny's gonna love that."
"She'll live." I added.
"And this'll destroy the spirits?" Sam asked.
"It should. It should purify the house completely. We'll each take a floor. But we work fast. Once the spirits realize what we're up to, things are gonna get bad."
We got back to Jenny's after dark, we had her and the kids go out for a movie and decided to split, one person on each corner. One of them was the kitchen, one the basement, one the nursery, and one the back of the hallway. I took the hallway, Sam took the nursery, so that way one of my brother's was close by.
We all got a bag and a hammer, and went to our spots, here goes nothing I said slamming the hammer into the wall. Suddenly I heard Sam fall to the ground. I quickly shoved in my bag and ran into the nursery. Sam had a cord wrapped around his neck. I pulled and pulled but It wouldn't come off, suddenly a drawer flew out of the dresser and I barely ducked in time to miss it, I turned and saw the bag on the ground, I stood up and kicked the wall. Another drawer slammed me in the back and I fell, I reached for the bag and shoved it in. A white light emitted from the center of the room and then things went dead silent. I jumped up and pulled the cord off Sam's neck, trying to shake him awake.
"Sam! Sam! Hey! Sammy Wake up!"
He gasped for air, I wrapped both my arms around him. Thank God he's okay. We walked downstairs to the kitchen. It was destroyed. Knives thrown everywhere.
"De are you cut?!" I asked quickly.
"Shockingly no." He said checking himself again for blood.
Jenny came back and we cleaned up our mess before taking Missouri Home. I was ready to leave, I wanted to go as far away as fast as possible. But Sam insisted that we stay and watch the house tonight to be sure. I think he's afraid something is still in there, but he won't say it out loud.
"Come on Sam. I could be in bed right now." Dean whined.
"Just, I'm telling you man. Something doesn't feel right."
"Dude, we got the bastard. Missouri did her thing, remember?"
"Yeah man I know its ju-"
I glanced out the window and could see Jenny on the second floor screaming and banging on the window for help.
"Oh my God!" I said jumping out of the car. The boys followed right behind me.
"You two get the kids, I'll get Jenny!" Dean yelled as we ran in. I went straight for Ritchie and Sam went to get Sari.
I ran down the stairs and saw Dean and Jenny. I gave Ritchie to her and turned around to see Sari run out alone.
"Sari where's Sam?!" I asked frantically.
"I don't know! Something grabbed him!"
Me and dean met eyes before charging inside guns drawn.
We run in and find him pinned to the wall.
"Sam!" Dean yelled drawing his gun on a firey figure standing in front of Sam.
"No, don't! Don't!" Sam cried.
"What, why?!" I asked.
"Because I know who it is. I can see her now."
Suddenly the fire faded away and standing before us was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Mom. Her long blonde hair and blue eyes were mesmerizing.
"Mom..?" Dean said quietly dropping his gun.
"Dean.." She smiled at him like she was so proud.
"Sam," she said turning to him "I'm so sorry."
"For what?" Sam asked quietly, crying.
Then she turned to me… "Emily. My beautiful Emily" I could feel the tears building.
Suddenly she turned around and stared up at the ceiling. "You get out of my house. And let go of my son!"
She slowly erupted into flames again and was gone, Sam dropped from against the wall.
"Now it's over." He whispered.
Him and Dean were both in tears, as was I. We stood there in silence for a minute before walking back outside.
The next day we said our goodbyes to Jenny. As we were pulling away I finally opened the box. I smiled, there were pictures of all of us, Sammy holding me as a baby, Dean and Sam eating birthday cake, Mom and Dad kissing. I put them back and closed the box, tucking it away somewhere safe under the seat where it wouldn't get stepped on.
We had maybe gotten 10 minutes out of town. But then I felt it. I felt something so strong.
"Dean go back!"
"What why what's wrong?"
"Dean just go to Missouri's! Now!" He flung the car around and stepped on the gas.
"Emily what's going on.. talk to us" Sam pleaded.
I turned to him, "Dad's here. He's here. I know it. I know he's here. Just hurry!"
We flew back to Missouris and came busting through the door.
"Where is he?!" I demanded.
She looked surprised then sad.
"He left already… he only stayed for a minute."
I looked down and bit my lip. "Son of a bitch…" I pushed past the boys and marched to the impala. Punching the post on the porch as I went. I slammed the door shut and threw in my ear buds. Cranking the loudest song I have as loud as it would go.
Moments later I felt the boys both get in and shut the door. I didn't look at them. I was livid. Looking at them would mean talking to them. Talking to them would mean yelling at them because right now I know I don't have the ability to speak calmly.
How could he do that to us… how could he fucking leave us to fight this thing alone. How could he fucking show up, and not come to see us. What the hell is wrong with him! I have been mad, I have been sad, I have been confused… you name it the list goes on and on. But for the first time since dad left I was PISSED at him. I don't even fucking want to see him at this point. Fuck him. Who the fuck does that shit to their CHILDREN?!
I sat and stewed in my anger for hours as we drove. We didn't stop till it was dark out. When we got to the motel I sat in the car till the boys got the room and started carrying in our things. I got out but left my music in my ears blaring so neither of them would try and talk to me. I kept my eyes on the ground as I walked in and set down my stuff. I went straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It wasn't a long one, but it was long enough. I had to finally pull out my ear buds. So when I walked out I knew it was coming.
"Hey Em we got food." Sam called.
"Not hungry." I said pulling on a hoodie and pulling the hood up over my wet hair.
"Emily don't do this. Just.. sit down and eat." Dean pleaded.
"No." I put on my shoes and started walking for the door.
"Where are you going? He asked.
"For a walk."
He got up and crossed the room faster than me standing in front of the door.
"Emily stop. Your pissed off and your gonna go do something stupid. Just. Sit down and eat something."
"Dean. Move." I said cold and hard not bothering to look up at him.
"Come on kiddo I even got you cheesecake. You love cheesecake!"
"MOVE!" I reached for the door knob pushing his arm out of the way.
Instead of fighting me he threw his hands in the air.
"What the fuck ever! Go ahead! Get picked up by some fuckin creeper!"
"I will!" I yelled back before slamming the door shut behind me.
Neither of us meant what we said, and we knew that. But he knows better than to put himself on the other end of my temper. He knew what was gonna happen. His dumbass fault for talking to me.
I walked down the road aways and stopped sitting on a bus stop bench. Its not like I was gonna go somewhere. I just wanted to be alone.
I pulled out my phone and waited for the voicemail to pick up.. God knows he ain't gonna answer my call anyways.
"How. Fucking. Dare. You. How could you do that to us?! You made us fight that thing in that house by ourselves and you were there the whole time! Do you know what that does to someone?! Were you just watching? Huh?! Did you watch it break Dean's heart?! Did you watch Sammy nearly get himself killed?! No.. no. Let me guess you have better fucking things to do right? I can't believe you right now. I can't believe this is who I call my Father!" I hung up the phone and chunked it.
I sat there for about an hour. Just in the dark, by myself, letting the anger die down before walking back. I had to go find my phone in the ditch but luckily that didn't take long.
I walked into the room and both boys were asleep on the beds. They both left room for me. Instead I kicked off my shoes and curled up in the chair in the corner. It wasn't comfortable, but I didn't care. I shoved my hands in the hoodie and tried to fall asleep.
When I finally woke up it was light outside. I had been scrunched up in that chair for hours… I groaned and climbed down onto the floor laying flat and stretching, then I just laid there, sprawled out on the floor.
"Are you speaking to us today?" I heard Sam ask.
"Not unless you still have my cheesecake."
Sam laughed, "Its in the fridge."
I slowly peeled myself off the floor and went to pee, then I quickly washed my face and walked out towards the fridge. I hopped up onto the counter and opened the container.
"Where's Dean?"
"Went out to get a paper."
"Was he still mad?
"I don't know kiddo. He hasn't said anything since you left last night."
"I'm sorry Sammy."
"I know. Its okay. I understand."
Dean walked through the door with a donut in his mouth.
Hey turned to look at me, I giggled at his expression. He looked at me like I was going to attack.
"I'm sorry De."
He swallowed the food in his mouth and walked over getting a drink out of the fridge next to me. I was afraid he was still mad at me… but then he violently shook the soda and popped the top of the can pointing it towards me. It splattered all over me AND my cheesecake. I screamed and then I froze with my hands in the air, eyes wide, coke dripping down my face. I looked at Dean with my jaw nearly hitting the ground.
"No worries, I forgive you now kiddo." He was grinning and shoved another donut in his mouth.
Sam sat behind us rolling in laughter. Dean was getting me back for last night, but I couldn't even be mad. I just started laughing and punched him in the arm. He knew how to end a fight.