Author's Note: Okay yall, this is an original chapter so I'm kinda nervous about it. I hope you guys enjoy it! It was super fun to write and put the characters in situations they haven't been in or wouldn't be in according to the show. I really do hope you guys all enjoy it! I'm super nervous about posting it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean.
That night we bunked down at Ellen and Jo's. Ellen had a lead on a case so the next morning we took off, headed for somewhere in Ohio. Small town from what I understood. Looks like the local high school football team has had some odd deaths in the last few months.
We got to town early this morning and decided to crash for a few hours before we got to digging around. I had been asleep for no more than 2-3 hours when the sound of the door woke me up.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty!" Dean said as he walked in with coffee- and water, in hand.
I groaned and reached for the pillow next to me, Sam must have gotten up already, I can hear the shower running. I placed the pillow over my head trying to drown out the sound of Dean.
"Hey, Kiddo. Lets go! Got a surprise for ya." Dean taunted coming over and putting the cold water bottle against my side where my skin was exposed.
"Geez! What the fuck Dean!" I yelled jumping up to get away from him. He laughed.
"You're going to regret that asshole." I grumbled, he laughed even louder.
"For real though, I got a surprise for you." He said as he walked back over to the table and reached for a folded up piece of paper.
Intrigued I walked over and sat down across from him. When I opened the paper it was a list of classes, a schedule? Wait….. NO. He wouldn't dare.
"Dean. What is this?" I asked cautiously.
"Well. The case is at the high school, we need a man on the inside. Well. Girl, but whatever you get the point."
"No. No way in HELL am I going to a highschool." I said throwing down the paper and crossing my arms.
"Emily come on, it won't be that bad. You always wondered what small town life was like for a kid, well now you can find out for yourself." He said trying to sweet talk me.
"Dean. NO." I said firmly not looking away.
Just as he opened his mouth to respond Sam walked out of the bathroom and sat next to us grabbing his coffee.
"Okay… what'd I miss?" He asked noticing my posture.
"Well YOUR idiot brother here went and enrolled me at the local high school, he seems to actually think I'm going to step foot in that building." I said still not taking my eyes off of Dean. He rolled his eyes at me and turned to Sam.
"I just think it's a good idea to have someone on the inside, its not like we can go around asking a bunch of kids a bunch of questions on school property. They'll think we're pervs." Dean explained, I scoffed.
"Em I hate to say it, but Dean's right. You're 16, you're the only one of the 3 of us that would blend in and be able to really help. Sorry kiddo. But it looks like you're going. Besides It'd be good for you to learn a thing or two, you don't get enough schooling in as it is."
I stared at him shocked. I can't believe he's going along with this.
"Sam. I got my GED by the time I was 15, that's a year earlier than you and two earlier than Dean did. I think I know plenty thank you very much! I can't believe you two are doing this to me! Ugh!" I shouted getting up from the table and slamming the bathroom door as I walked in to shower.
I stood there under the hot water just thinking… Dean's right. I would never admit it out loud, but I'm our best bet at solving this case. Truth is… I just don't see an upside to this for me. I mean I'll go and I'll either hate it. Or I'll go and I'll love it and wish my life was different. Its not like I haven't gone before, but It was only elementary and middle school. I've never actually been to high school.
I stayed there until the water got cold and my fingers felt all pruny. I sighed and got out taking my time to get ready. I finally walked out and crossed my arms standing in the doorway.
"Okay. So what exactly am I looking for?" I asked my brothers.
"Well. In the last 4 months, 3 kids have died. All of them on the football team. Each kid had some freaky accident. So game plan is to get you on the inside. See what you can find out. We'll do digging from the outside. Keep your phone close, we'll never be far from you so if anything goes down you promise you'll call us?" Dean said.
"Yes Dean." I said rolling my eyes.
"Em. It won't be that bad, hell you might even enjoy it." Sam said convincingly as possible.
"Yeah. Maybe I'll even get a date to the prom!" I said with mock excitement.
"Emily. Cut the attitude." Dean said sternly. I rolled my eyes and walked past them to get to the door. They quickly followed.
We got in Baby and to my surprise Dean already had a backpack and a few notebooks sitting in the backseat waiting on me. Lovely.
"I'm going to guess you forgot to get pens and pencils?" I asked digging in the bag noticing there wasn't any.
"Shit!" Dean said as he pulled up to the school.
"Want us to go get you some Em?" Sam asked as Dean parked.
I stared at the large building in front us, I hope this case doesn't take long.
"No. Its fine. I'll borrow one… gotta make friends anyways right?"
"Yeah. Be smart in there kiddo. Call us if you need anything, we'll be back to pick you up at 3." Sam said.
"Yeah well If I haven't blown my brains out by then, then I'll guess I'll see you at 3." I said getting out and slamming the door. I felt their eyes on me as I walked into the building. I walked past a few different crowds of people. Some dressed in all black, others in jeans and boots, and of course there were the cheerleaders.
I'm wearing a metallica tshirt and my jeans with red converse, I've yet to see a crowd that I think would take me in, so I just kept walking. I pulled out the piece of paper that had the list of classes on it. First period is English. Easy. I looked at the number and looked around at the numbers on the doors in the hallway, trying to figure out if I was going in the right direction, guess I should have been looking in front of me instead, because the next thing I knew I was smacking into someone, a string of apologies ran out of my mouth as I looked up and met a face of disgust.
"Oh my god… watch where the hell you're going!" The bleach blonde yelled to me, catching the attention of the people around us. She was in a cheerleading uniform and wore the most goddy red lipstick I have ever seen.
"I said sorry." I said flatly.
"Yeah well bump into me again and you really will be." She threatened as she pushed past me. I scoffed and watched as her possy of Barbie dolls followed behind her.
Great. Making friends already. I kept walking and finally found my first class, it was mostly full but there was thankfully a seat in the back, I'm a back row kinda person anyways.
I looked around. The teacher was young, probably ditsy as well. The kids around me were a mix of interesting and boring. The kid with the Mohawk though, seriously. He's gotta have a good story or two to tell. The brainiacs on the other side are taking turns staring at me. Right as the bell rang a group of football players came running in the door. They filled the remaining seats around me. That is until one of them walked up to me and laid his books down on my desk.
"Hey. You're in my seat. Move." He said. I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Yo. You deaf? This is my seat." He repeated. What a dick. Just sit in the empty one thats one isle over.
"Is that why it smells like sweat and Cheetos?" I asked snarkily. Everyone around us snickered.
"Listen here bit-" the boy started.
"Pete! Just sit over there and leave the poor girl alone." Another player said. I waited until pete walked away and broke off our stare down first. Dean taught me to never back down. I looked up to the guy sitting in front of me. He looked at me and slightly smiled. He was gorgeous. Long hair that almost touched the collar on his shirt, straight though, not like Sam's. He had these blue eyes that you could literally fall into. I should probably look away but I'm not sure I can.
"Metallica huh?" He asked me.
"Yeah. Metallica." I said back with a smile pulling at my lips.
"I'm Luke."
"Emily."
"Well Emily. Rule number one, don't piss off Pete. Guy's like the hulk, I'd hate to see you get your day ruined." He whispered to me.
"Actually I think my day was just made." I said coyly. He Smiled.
"Welcome to Halltown High Emily." He said before turning around.
"Hey Luke…" I said getting his attention again.
"Can I borrow a pen?" I asked with a grin. He grinned back and handed me the pen is hand.
OMG. I want him…. When he turned his cologne smelt heavenly. Its definitely expensive. While the rest of the class spent the next hour learning about Edgar Allen Poe I spent the next hour staring at the heart melting creature in front of me.
The rest of the morning was pretty uneventful. Math… Science… even lunch was pretty boring. I walked around mostly. Trying to eavesdrop and see if anyone was talking about the most recent death, but it was 2 weeks ago, guess its old news. I only caught wind of a couple of conversations. Apparently the kid that was killed last was a real piece of work, a bully sort of speak. I walked past a table full of boys in football jerseys, one in particular caught my eye. Luke. But what really caught my eye was the bleach blonde cheerleader with bright red lipstick sitting damn near in his lap. Of course. I remember Alec… I remember him telling me about his highschool and growing up in a small town. I guess this is what he meant. I stopped and looked around the room, seeing the dozens of people split off into groups. Where would I fit in here? Who would claim me? The jocks? The nerds? The goths? The stoners? The hicks?... I don't think I'd fit in with any of them. Instead of standing there dwelling in my lack of belonging I decided to walk outside and found a shady seat under a tree out in front of the building. It was peaceful. I ate the sandwich I bought and observed.
My last class of the day was PE. Thank goodness! Something I know I'm good at. Dad has been training us since we were young. Whatever it is we're doing, I guarantee you I can beat the majority of people in here. When I walked in the gym I noticed the boys on one side playing basketball, and there he was again… Luke. Not only do I get to start my day looking at that face but I get to end it that way too? Highschool might not be so bad afterall. But my face quickly fell when I looked over to where the girls were gathering and noticed that at least half the cheerleading squad was there, including blondie.
I walked up and sat at the bottom of the bleachers, as far away from them as possible, but I could still hear them.
"Oh my god… that's the girl that Pete almost got.." One squealed loudly.
"I heard she's from a psych ward… her family dropped her off here because they were afraid of her. Pete better be careful.." Another whispered loudly.
"Tiffany isn't that the girl that bumped into you today?! I hope she doesn't have a disease."
"Ugh. Tell me about it, I've showered twice today already."
So. Queen bitch has a name. Tiffany. I was leaning towards Satan, but Tiffany works too…
I finally got tired of listening to the rumors and stood up and turned to face them.
"Okay. Lets get something straight. 1. None of you bimbos know how to whisper. 2. The closest I've ever been to a psych ward is this god forsaken high school I'm stuck in. and 3. Bump into ME again, and I guarantee you'll be the one that's fucking sorry. Got it Tiff?" I asked with a mock smile at the end.
They all sat shocked, but Tiffany soon stood and walked down the steps to stand at the one above me, as if towering over me would intimidate me.
"You better watch who you're talking to like that new girl… You're making enemies in all the wrong places. I run this school. I'll make your life a living hell." She said.
"Honey. I've been through hell and fought my way back. You don't scare me." I laughed.
She was fixing to say something else but the blow of a whistle from the coach interrupted us, she pointed and sent us to get changed in the locker rooms. Tiffany pushed past me and all her little trolls followed. I lingered for a minute, then I glanced over to Luke. He was watching. No doubt he saw the whole thing go down… great. I'm sure I've just insulted his girlfriend. I looked down and walked into the locker room to change, being sure to avoid Satan and her minions while we were in there.
We spent the next hour playing volleyball, I'd never played before but caught on quickly. I was honestly more distracted by the boys playing basketball on the other side of the gym. Watching Luke. His arms… they were muscular and long. His long hair got dark around his face as the sweat began to reach it. I thought my heart would literally fall to the ground watching him. He's just fucking gorgeous. Coach ended the game and the whistle caught the attention of the boys, Luke looked over and met my gaze. Shit. I'm busted. I blushed and looked away, when I looked back up though he smiled at me. I turned and made my way to the locker room to change again. FINALLY THE DAY IS OVER!
I walked down the stairs in the front of the school and smiled as I heard the rumble of impala coming down the road. I strutted down the stairs and noticed Luke and his group of friends standing off to the side. I glanced at him and caught him looking at me, I looked back forward and smiled when I knew my face was out of his sight. I jumped in the backseat and when I looked up I noticed both of the boys staring at me.
"Ummm… did I miss something?" I asked confused.
"No… just thought you'd still be pissed when we picked you up." Sam admitted.
"Well. I'm not. So can we leave now." I asked with my eyebrows raised. They turned around and Dean led us back to the motel.
"Make any friends today?" Sam asked.
"Well If you can count pissing off the entire cheerleading squad as making friends then yeah. I did." I said sarcastically.
Sam looked at me with pity and turned back around. I know he wants me to have a normal life… he wants me to have what he had for a while. He wanted me to want this…. And part of me does. I spent the whole day not looking for what was trying to kill me next... it was easy.
"So did you two find anything out?" I asked over dinner.
"Not really. Apparently the first kid drowned the bathtub, the second one got his foot caught under the lawn mower, and this most recent one managed to fall out a window. Like I said. All freak accidents. Just trying to find some connection." Sam explained.
"Well I didn't hear much today either, but I did hear someone talking about the last kid that died. Apparently he was a hell of a bully. Gave people a really hard time, so I could imagine he probably made some enemies." I replied.
"Well. Tomorrows gonna come early kiddo. Get some sleep…" Dean said as he stood up from the table.
That night it was his turn to share a bed. I crawled in and told him goodnight. But instead of saying it back he turned over to face me.
"Em. Why were you so cheery when we picked you up today?"
"Dean I wasn't cheery… I just wasn't pissed at you anymore."
"It's a boy isn't it?" He asked me with a serious face.
"Dean. Go to sleep." I said rolling over, dammit he knows me too well.
The next morning came wayyy too early again. The boys got me up at 5 so we could sneak around the gym a little and sweep it with the EMF. We didn't find much of anything, we headed for the locker room but there was already someone there so instead we bailed and ran back to the front of the school where Baby was parked.
"Well… Class doesn't start for another hour and a half. What now?" I asked catching my breath.
"Food?" Dean said.
"Food." I agreed.
I damn near nodded off in the five minutes it took us to get to the diner.
"Here Em." Sam said sliding me a cup of coffee. I love him. I held it in my hands up close to my nose and breathed in that amazing smell. Too bad it tastes like shit.
"I don't know why you give her that… she's just gonna waste it." Dean mumbled.
"Hey. Fuck off. It makes me happy." I said matter of factly. Sam laughed and Dean rolled his eyes.
"What can I get for you?" The pretty waitress said as she walked over to the table.
Dean proceeded with some cheesy ass pickup line, which of course caused her to giggle and bat her eyes. Sam and I sat in annoyed silence until I was irritated enough to speak up.
"I'll take the pancakes, two eggs scrambled, and turkey sausage. Thanks." I interrupted, holding out my menu with a smile. She first looked at me like I had a third eye, then she wrote down my order and took Sam and Deans.
"Dammit Em. You know you're a really shitty wing man sometimes." Dean grumbled at me.
"I told you that you were gonna pay for that shit yesterday." I said with a grin. Smelling the hot coffee between my hands.
"Okay Em. We need you to get in the locker room today. Sweep it and see if we get a hit." Sam said handing me the EMF meter that looks like an ipod.
"How the hell am I supposed to get into the guy's locker room?" I asked reaching for it.
"You're a Winchester. You'll figure it out." Dean said as the waitress came back and set our food down in front of us. He winked at her and she got a wide grin. Oh please….
The boys dropped me off out front again. I was sure to wear my long sleeve cleavage friendly black V-neck today, with my usual jeans and monochrome black converse. Today I pulled my hair into a cute twist in the back and pinned the bangs up in a poof. I was sure to add a little extra color to my face and brighten my eyes. Honestly I was really just hoping Luke would spend a few minutes longer staring at me.
I walked- strutted up the steps past the same groups of people, keeping my eyes away from the jocks, don't want to make it obvious. When I walked past them I could barely catch Luke turning his head out the corner of my eye.
I had some time to kill before class so I went to the one person who might actually have some information about what's happening around here. I went to the janitor's room in the basement. I slowly opened the door and began to look around, seeing if he had anything interesting hiding down here. I was fixing to leave empty handed when something spooked me.
"Hey!" He shouted.
"Sorry! I uhh… I was supposed to let you know the girls bathroom needs paper towels." I lied quickly.
"What the hell are you looking for?" The old man asked me. You could tell he had been here a while, he had old pictures of people in the front of the school up on the walls.
"Honestly?" I asked him, leaning against the desk as he walked in and shut the door.
"Yeah." He grumbled crossing his arms.
"What do you know about the kid that just died?"
"Look kid… I don't know what you're looking for but you're not going to find much of anything down here. All I know is some people get whats coming to em."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked crossing my own arms.
"I'm just saying… those kids. All three of em. Had reputations. They weren't exactly the friendliest people in town."
"Gotcha. Thanks." I said getting up and leaving, I walked straight to my English class. Walking in just before the bell. I looked to see Pete back in his usual seat behind Luke, but the one beside him was open. I took a seat and looked up to meet his gaze, I gave him a small smile and looked back down, pulling out a pen and paper. It wasn't long again before I felt eyes on me. I glanced in his direction. BUSTED! I giggled.
The rest of the class and the rest of my morning went by uneventfully again. At lunch I grabbed a kit kat and a water bottle and began walking towards the door to sit outside.
"Well that seems nutritious." A voice from behind me called out. I turned and found Luke grinning at me.
"Yeah well, I ain't sweating the calories." I said before turning to walk away again.
"Hey. Wait up.." I kept going but didn't miss it when he was suddenly walking alongside me.
"I thought you had a designated lunch spot, you know, over there with all the Kens and Barbies." I said as I pointed to the table that was filled with jocks and cheerleaders. One blonde in particular was watching us.
"I think they'll survive without me for an hour." He said grinning.
"Sure your girlfriend won't mind?"
"I don't have a girlfriend." He said matter of factly.
"Might want to explain that to Tiffany…" I said gesturing over to where she was glaring at us.
"Tiffany doesn't seem to take the hint…" He mumbled as we walked out the door.
"So Emily. I'm going to guess you're not actually from the psych ward, so where are you from?" He asked. I giggled.
"All over I guess. My family travels for work."
"Wow that must be cool, I bet you get to see a lot of things other people don't."
"Yeah…" If only you knew.
"What about you? Have you always called Halltown home?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Born and raised. Both of my parents were too… Dad played on the football team when he was a kid, so of course I was enrolled in pee wee by the time I could walk." He said making me laugh.
"So… I heard there's been some crazy shit going on lately." I said quietly.
Luke looked at me then looked down sadly.
"Yeah. A few guys have died. Crazy accidents… I mean. I've known em since I was little. No ones perfect but they were good guys when you got down to it." He said quietly.
"I'm sorry… I shouldn't have asked."
"No, its okay. Its kinda nice to talk to someone who didn't know them from before hand. Everyone else has decided they deserved it. But. No one deserves that."
"Yeah. I know what you mean."
He looked up to me and I swear I could have fainted his eyes were so dark blue. We sat in silence for who knows how long, just looking at each other. He finally pulled away and looked down.
"So um. Emily. I know your new here and all, but the Proms this weekend. I may or may not have an extra ticket." He said
"OH." I said surprised.
"Luke I… I don't really do pro-"
"Just. Think about it. Here…" He said handing me a small piece of paper, I took it and he walked away with a grin. I waited till he was out of sight before looking down at the paper in my hands, its his phone number. Smooth Casanova… real smooth.
I had history next, then it was quickly onto PE. I walked in and went to the locker room to change.
"Hey." A voice called causing me to turn around. Its Satan, oops. I mean Tiffany.
"What do you want now?" I asked turning back around putting my clothes in the locker.
"Lets get one thing straight… Luke is off limits. I'll be damned if some freak is gonna walk in here off the street and try and take him away from me." She warned grabbing my shoulder and turning me to face her. Oh bitch…. You are SO pushing it.
"Touch me like that one more time and I swear… you're gonna be picking up teeth off the fucking floor. Get that straight bitch." I turned and said pushing her against the lockers.
My whole body was shaking. I was on the verge of flipping shit and beating the ever living hell out of her, but unfortunately the coach walked in and broke us apart. She sent us out to the gym, to my surprise the boys were sitting in the middle of the floor, we were told to go sit with them.
"Okay ladies and gents. This here is called a pull up bar. We're gonna have a little friendly competition. Guys versus girls. Who can hold themselves up the longest. We want the top guy and the top girl, they'll face off head to head. Winning gender gets a free pass on class tomorrow."
"Come on coach, you know this isn't fair. No way in hell are girls stronger than guys." Pete yelled. The boys all laughed. I rolled my eyes.
"Well then Pete. Your up." Coach called. Pete walked up to the bar and jumped up grabbing onto it, he was easily able to lift himself up and place his chin on the top of the bar. Pete was large and built, he was strong no doubt, but what he didn't realize is that being so heavy plays against you on a pull up bar, and let me tell you. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. It wasn't long before his size caught up to him and he dropped down. They called up a few more boys, all of them not lasting but a couple of minutes at the most. Then they started with a few of the girls, weaklings. They pulled a chair under the bar so the girls could grab on instead of jumping on. One of them literally held on for 10 seconds before dropping down and whining about almost breaking a nail. Bitch please.
Next up was Luke. He walked up to the bar and jumped up to grab it. He easily pulled his chin up over the bar and I watched as his eyes wondered and landed on mine. I don't even know how long he lasted, but it was a long time. Because our stare never broke. I could barely see his face starting to twitch as he struggled towards the end. He finally let go and dropped to the ground, the boys all cheered for him. Guess he was up there pretty long. Not long enough if you ask me.
Next up was a couple of the girls from the cheer squad. Then it was Tiffany's turn. She smiled as she climbed up on the chair and reached for the bar. She's definitely a top of the pyramid kinda of girl, probably the one thrown into the air too. I imagine she's not the muscle of the squad. I was right. She held on for maybe a minute before she let go. All her little minions cheered for her and she confidently winked at Luke before sitting back down. A few more guys went, then another couple of girls. Last but not least this left me and a couple of the boys.
"Emily. You're up." Called the coach. I thought about kicking away the chair, but why be cocky? So instead I climbed up on the chair and grabbed the bar. I'm 5'2 and a size 8. I've got some weight on me, but what no one here realizes is that underneath its all muscle. I grabbed the bar and lifted my feet for them to move the chair out from under me. I crossed and lifted my ankles, a trick none of the other girls knew but I had caught a few guys doing it. I looked up and pulled my chin up over the bar, setting in there and locking eyes with Luke. I could feel the burn, but the intense blue in front of me kept me distracted. I was able to hold on longer than I thought I could. I finally started to feel myself slip and let go, dropping down on my feet, a few of the boys including Luke clapped. Impressed by my strength. I walked back to the girls and winked at Tiffany before sitting down in the back again. She turned to glare at me while the last couple of boys went.
"Alright. Winner for the boys, Luke." The boys cheered and Luke went to stand up by the coach.
"And, winner for the girls is… Emily." I smiled and stood walking to stand next to Luke.
"Alright you two, decide how you wanna do this. The timer starts when you both have your chins over the bar." Coach said before stepping back.
"Well. Looks like its just you and me." Luke smiled.
"Yeah yeah Romeo." I said with a half smile.
"Grab on and pull up on 3?" He asked me.
"Lets do it." I said nodding. We walked up to the bar and the coach pulled a chair around for me.
"No thanks. Don't need it." I said never taking my eyes off of Luke. He looked surprised and the boys began to say "oooh" as if I had just increased the challenge.
"You sure?" Luke asked quietly where the others couldn't hear.
"What's wrong? Afraid a girl will beat you?" I whispered. He laughed.
"Just don't embarrass me too badly." He whispered back.
We both nodded and jumped up to grab the bar.
"1… 2.. 3." He counted out and we both pulled and laid our chins on top of the bar. This time I shut my eyes. Knowing he wasn't in the crowd to distract me any longer. I tried to focus in on my breathing. Deep. Slow. In and out. We were both solid for the first minute or so, then I could hear his faint grunts. I too was starting to really feel the burn. I readjusted my grip a few times as did he. I finally opened my eyes and looked out and instantly caught the glare of Satan. It was enough to push me to hold on just a little bit longer as I felt Luke slipping beside me. Come on… just drop already dammit. My hands felt like they were on fire. I began to slip when FINALLY Luke let go. I instantly let go as well, knowing that I only had to hold on longer than him. Some of the girls began to cheer and the boys got all worked up teasing Luke. I turned to catch him smiling at me.
"Nice job Emily. I'm impressed."
"You should be." I said before I winked and walked away, the girls all stood and we walked towards the locker room to change.
I changed and walked out to the front to meet the boys.
"You get anything from the locker room?" Dean asked as soon as I got in.
"No. Couldn't get in. But I should be able to tomorrow. What about you two?"
"Well. Actually turns out the school had another death about a year ago. A kid committed suicide, according to his parents. He couldn't take the bullying any longer."
"So we're thinking vengeful spirit then?"
"Yeah. Think so kiddo… So was today any better?" Sam asked.
"I kicked ass and showed up everyone on the pull up bar, and then I almost beat the shit out of satan."
"Satan?" he asked with eyebrows raised.
"Well technically her name is Tiffany and she wears a cheerleading uniform, but I don't see much of a difference." I explained.
"Well. It won't be much longer Em. Just try not to kill anyone for now okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah yeah yeah… I guess." I mumbled as we pulled back up to the motel.
The next morning when I woke up it was bright outside. I turned to look at the clock. It was 10:23. SHIT! I overslept. I definitely missed English too. Dammit!
"Dude. What the hell have you seen what time it is?! I asked jumping up and seeing both the boys sipping on coffee at the table.
They both looked at me shocked by my outburst.
"Em… We thought we'd let you sleep in a little bit and take you in late, we already called the school. I thought you'd be happy?" Sam said.
"No! I'm not! I need to go to first block! I gotta… I need.. Dammit!" I said getting out of the bed.
"Whoa whoa whoa… Kiddo. What the hell is so important about English class?" Dean asked.
"Its.. I. Its just important that I be there." I said digging through my bag for clean clothes.
"Wait a second. Is this about a boy?" Dean asked standing up and walking over to me.
"What? No!" I said not looking up to Dean.
"Emily Anne you look at me right now…" Dean said amused by my flustered appearance while I dig through the bag.
Instead of looking up to him I looked over to Sam.
"Sammy. Control him. Please." I said before looking back into the bag.
"I don't know Em. I kinda think he's right…" Sam said teasingly.
I huffed and before I knew what was happening Dean threw himself on the bed on top of my bag grinning.
"Dean! Move!" I whined. Still avoiding looking at him.
"Not till you look at me."
"Fine! Fine… it's a boy! Happy now?!" I finally shouted looking between Sam and Dean.
"Man. Em. Come on… you're supposed to be hunting for ghosts, not boyfriends." Dean said standing up.
"Oh come on. I'm not boyfriend hunting. I've just… managed to find someone fun to look at while I'm stuck in high school hell." I said matter of factly.
"Just…. Get dressed." Dean mumbled walking back over to sit by Sam. They did that thing where they talk without speaking.
"You realize I HATE it when you two do that…"
"Its just. Em. We kinda thought maybe you'd wanna stay away from guys for a while… after what happened and all." Sam said carefully.
For some reason his words hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't know if I felt offended or guilty. Or both… I knew what I did would change the way they think of me.
"You think I'm trying to get some guy in my pants Sam?" I asked quietly looking at the ground.
"No. Em. That's not-"
"Yeah. No.. You're right. Just forget I said anything." I mumbled looking at the floor and turning to walk to the bathroom.
"Kiddo… I didn't mean it like that." Sam said realizing he had hurt my feelings. But I just walked in the bathroom and closed the door.
The hot shower felt good. Sam's right. The last time I was with a guy things ended pretty dramatically. But the last thing I needed was for him to bring it up… I was in a bad place when all that went down. I wasn't thinking clearly. Luke… its different. Then again. Maybe its not. Maybe I am a whore…
I dressed and didn't bother drying my hair. I was late enough as it is, the natural curl and wave would have to do for today.
When I walked back out I went straight out to the impala. Dean followed out but not Sam. I got in the passenger side and shut the door.
"Em.." Dean said as he started up the impala. "You know he didn't mean anything by it."
"I know Dean." I said staring forward out the windshield.
"So then why do you look like you're doing everything you can not to burst into tears." He said pulling my chin to look at him.
"Because I am…." I whispered as I began to feel the sting in my eyes.
I scooted over in the seat and tucked myself into his side, into my safe zone. He wrapped his large arm all the way around me.
"De... I hate it. I still feel like such a screw up. I wish I never went to that stupid bar. I don't want Sammy to think I'm a whore."
"He doesn't! Kiddo… you can't let this thing haunt you. It was one bad decision. You can pick up and move on from it. There's gonna be other guys Em. There's gonna be more times where you're tempted. You gotta decide whether or not you're going to let this thing ruin it for you or if you're gonna learn from it and move on."
"Since when are you okay with me being intimate with someone…" I mumbled surprised.
"Oh. I'm not. Trust me. But I'd be a bad brother if I let you believe sex was going to be like that every time. Cause it's not. Just don't go finding out anytime soon okay?" He asked.
"Okay." I chuckled. He squeezed me tightly. Dean drove me to school while I stayed tucked against him, when we got there he hugged me and I pecked him on the cheek.
"Thanks De. Love you."
"Love you too Kiddo. Be good. No beating the shit outta cheerleaders!" He said pointing a finger at me.
"I'll try." I said winking and walking away.
When I got there I only had one class left before lunch. It went by slowly as possible. Then it was finally lunch. I got in line, grabbed a snickers and a water and began to walk towards the door.
"And where were you this morning?" Luke called as he jumped in front of me and opened the door.
"I uh, overslept." I said with a small smile before looking back down and walking over to my tree.
"You okay Emily?" Luke asked, I looked up to him and could have melted. He genuinely looked like he cared.
"Yeah, just a long morning. Did I miss anything interesting?" I asked putting on a fake smile.
"Nahh. Just Pete snoring in class." He said, we both laughed.
"So what sport do you play?" He asked me.
"I'm sorry?" I asked confused.
"What sport… you didn't get those muscles from sitting around painting your nails. So what do you do?"
"Um. Actually none. My dad was a marine, I have two big brothers, our family is really into hunting and outdoors kinda stuff."
"Well, you should know that I totally let you win, I just didn't wanna show you up too bad." He said mockingly.
"Ha! Yeah I bet…" I laughed.
"Emily can I tell you something?" He said suddenly sitting up straight and looking serious.
"Sure…" I said slowly.
"I don't get you. You wander in here from who knows where, you don't give two shits about blending in or standing out. Your stronger than half the guys on the team, yet prettier than any girl in this school… and you definitely have better taste in music. When you didn't show up for class this morning. I honestly felt bummed. I didn't realize how much I wanted to see you till you weren't there. And I've only known you for two days. I just… I don't get it."
My heart felt like it had wings. How do you respond to something as amazing as that.
"Umm.. I don't know." I said puzzled and flattered.
"Go to prom with me." He said straight out.
I sat and looked at him for a long minute.
"Well you don't leave much room for a girl to say no." I said smiling, he smiled back.
"Okay. I'll go." I said.
He leaned forward and kissed me. Okay. Now my whole body feels like it has wings. Seriously?! How can someone be that gorgeous and kiss that well?! Its just not fair to the rest of the human race.
The bell rang and he stood and reached out his hand to help me off the ground. He kissed me again and said he'd see me later. I stood there and watched him walk away, as he fell out of sight someone else fell into it. Satan. Lovely. She was glaring at me as if willing me to burst into flames. I'm sure she saw every bit of what just happened.
PE was free period for the girls since I won yesterday. We were allowed to do whatever- homework, shoot hoops, practice cheers, take a nap. But for me, it was a great time to sneak into the boys locker room, they were outside on the baseball field for the next hour. I quietly waited till they were all outside and for the girls' coach to be distracted, which took a solid 30 minutes or so. Tiffany and the minions were in the corner practicing and thankfully I was able to avoid her for now. I slowly made my way behind the bleachers and snuck my way over to the other side of the gym, I looked around to make sure no one was watching before I darted through the doorway and pulled out the homemade EMF scanner.
Geez it smells funny in here. I walked around and scanned the showers, the benches, the equiptment storage, and then I started on the lockers. I was down to the last row and hadn't found jack shit. When I found Luke's name on a locker I suddenly got curious. Hmm… It was unlocked so I slowly pulled it open and glanced inside, it was his clothes, his cologne- super expensive by the way, and there was a few pictures taped up on the inside. I leaned in to get a closer look, one of them had all three of the boys that passed, Pete, Luke, and another boy from the team I'd seen around. Guess they were all pretty good friends.
"Hey, what are you doing in here?" A voice called causing me to damn near jump out of my skin. I slammed the door and turned to see the entire class walking back into the locker room, OH SHIT!
"I.. I Uh.. I" I stuttered as they filled the entry way, soon Luke walked in and looked at me puzzled.
"Luke! I was. Um. I was looking for you… I-I needed to know what color to get for prom?" I asked awkwardly trying to cover my ass. Fucking shit dude! He probably thinks I'm a crazy person and won't even wanna go after all this…
"Umm… Blue?" He said slowly.
"Okay! Blue! Great! Um… I'll see you later then… bye boys." I said as I awkwardly pushed my way through the crowd with cheeks red as fire. How mortifying…..
I quickly made my way to our locker room and changed at the speed of lightning. I damn near ran for the front of the school. I was almost out the door when suddenly I heard a strange noise… the EMF. What the hell? I reached around and dug into my bag pulling it out and looking around to make sure no one was watching. I walked around and when the signaled picked up I looked in front of me. On the wall was a row of glass cases. Each one had a memorial for kids who passed away while attending the school. The last three were the newest, for the football players. But the one before them had collected a little dust, it wasn't old, but it had been there a while. I walked closer to it and the EMF went insane.
"Well then…" I mumbled. It was the memorial for the boy who killed himself last year, the same one Sam and Dean were betting on to be the vengeful spirit. Guess they were right. I tucked away the EMF and made my way out to the front to the beautiful parked impala at the bottom of the steps. I opened the door and slid over to the middle of the backseat then I leaned forward.
"Okay boys. I didn't find shit in the locker room… except for a bunch of boys who busted me digging around. Thanks for that… BUT. There are memorials set up in the hall for the kids who died, guess who's lit up like a Christmas tree?" I asked with one eyebrow raised.
"The suicide kid?" Dean asked.
"Winner winner chicken dinner!" I said with a smile.
"Well, I guess we've got some salting and burning to do. I'll dig around tomorrow and find out where the kid is buried."
"Hey Em, I just wanted to say sorry for this morning. I never meant to upset you kiddo." Sam said.
"Its okay Sammy. I know." I leaned forward and landed a kiss on his cheek.
"Sooo…. Before we go back to the motel I kinda need to go somewhere."
"Sure where?" Sam said.
"Um. I need a dress… for.. prom…." I said quietly as possible, but Dean still heard it and slammed on the breaks. He slowly turned to look at me.
"I'm sorry… did I just hear the word "prom" come out of your mouth?" He asked.
"Um. Yeah I uhhh… kinda said I'd go with. That… boy." I said as casually as possible.
"No." Dean said shortly and began driving again.
"What?!"
"I said no. NO way. You're not going to prom." Dean demanded.
"Dean! I said I'd go!"
"Well sorry. Tel him you changed your mind." Dean said unsympathetically.
"Dean maybe we should let her go…" Sam said softly.
"Sam. NO. Prom ends in one of two ways… pretty girls crying outside, or getting laid in some hotel room. Neither of which am I going to let her be." He said to Sam and not me.
"Dean. You and I both know I'm not gonna get laid, and I'll be fine! He's a nice guy! I'm not asking to marry the kid… I'm just asking to go to prom. I mean. When am I ever gonna get this chance again. YOU are the one who enrolled me in this damn school. YOU were the one who tried to sway me by talking about living a normal life for a few days. Well this is normal Dean. And I WANT to go… Please." I begged with the best puppy dog eyes I could muster. He looked back at me in the mirror and sighed.
"Fine…" He grumbled.
I smiled and Sam winked at me. Dean drove us into town and we found the closest dress store.
"Hello, how can I help yall?" The woman asked when we walked in the door.
"Umm. I need a prom dress." I said.
"Oh hunny, we're all but wiped out. Prom is just a day or so away and most of what we had has been sold, but you're more than welcome to try on whatever you find." She said leading us over to the racks. She wasn't lying. It looks like half of the store was missing, but there were still a lot of dresses left. I walked over to the rack that held my size and began looking through them.
"Any specific color Em?" Sam asked.
"Blue."
"Are you wanting short or long?"
"Long." Dean answered before I could even open my mouth. I turned to look at him. He was pouting in the corner.
"I guess I'd like long Sam." I said turning back to the rack of dresses. I kept seeing pink… red… black. Lots of fufu and ruffles. I'm not a ruffles kinda girl. I was getting worried I wouldn't find one when Sam caught my attention.
"Hey Em. What about this one?"
I walked over and pulled the dress off the rack. It was beautiful midnight blue covered in a sparkly fabric that caught the light every time it barely moved. It had long sleeves but was open in the back. It really was beautiful.
"Excuse me maam, can I get a room?" I called over to her, she led me to a room and I took in the dress. It was easy to slide on and off and fit snuggly, but it hugged in all the right places. I opened the door and walked out to the mirrors.
"Whoa… Em. That looks amazing." Sam said. I turned and looked at him and blushed.
"De?" I said as if asking his permission and what he thought about it all at once.
When I turned to look at him he had this expression… I can't quite place my finger on it. He almost looked sad but happy at the same time?
"There's no way in hell this guy did anything to deserve a date as beautiful as you kiddo." Dean said never breaking eye contact. I smiled and my cheeks flushed bright red. I have two amazing big brothers.
"It's a little long, I don't suppose you know anyone who can alter this thing overnight do you?" I turned and asked the woman.
"No. I don't, but I could recommend a good pair of shoes." She said handing me gold sparkling stilettos. The heel was just enough to keep me from walking on the dress, and I was even able to find some dangly earrings to wear as well. I was a little shocked at the price but Dean just handed over a credit card without blinking. It's a damn good thing we don't pay these bills. We bagged up and headed back to the motel.
I texted Luke: Got the dress, better not leave me without a date. ;)
He instantly replied: How could I go without the prettiest girl in the world?
I giggled and smiled to myself.
I texted back: Better go find her, I guess I'll have to stay home.
He replied: You're such a smartass. See you tomorrow. :*
I smiled and went back to munching on the fries and chicken strips on the table in front of me. I looked up and caught both my brothers watching me.
"What?"
"You. Your just so… giggly. You know we're gonna have to meet this guy first right?" Dean said.
"What?! Why?" I asked quickly.
"Because we're not letting you go out with someone we've never met." Sam said as if it was common sense.
"Come on… asking some guy to meet you two is like torture. The poor guy doesn't stand a chance." I whined.
"Emily we're not that bad." Sam said, but then he looked up to Dean and back to me. "Well… I'm not that bad."
"Fine." I huffed. "I'll have him come early to pick me up."
We went to bed that night and I was more than willing to get up the next morning to get to see Luke. I quickly made my way to class and smiled when I walked in and found the seat next to him vacant. I made my way over there and sat down, he turned and leaned over towards me.
"So. Where am I picking you up at tomorrow night?"
"Well we're staying at the motel while we're finding a more permanent place." I lied.
"Okay. I'll be there at 7?"
"Um… actually could you come a little earlier? My brothers kinda wanna meet you first." I said nervously.
"Yeah. Sure. Is there anything I should know before I get there?"
"Um. They're huge. Dean loves classic rock. He's the scarier one. If you're gonna impress him it'll be based on cars or music. Sams a lot nicer, but even bigger. He's smart, went to Stanford. Anything related to good literature impresses him."
"Wow. Polar opposites huh?" He asked.
"Yeahhh.."
"So where do you fit into all that."
"Right in the middle, look. You're kinda… the first guy I've ever brought to meet them. I usually sneak around behind their backs. But there was no way to get a dress without telling them. So… I'm sorry. In advance. For whatever they might say."
"Oh come on it won't be that bad." He said.
"Yeah…" I sighed. He suddenly looked nervous.
The day went by quickly. That is until Tiffany cornered me in the locker room.
"So I heard Luke asked you to the prom…" She said as her minions gathered around us.
"You heard right." I smirked.
"Let me make myself crystal clear. If you show up with him tomorrow night. You're gonna regret it. Do him and yourself a favor and stay home. Luke was supposed to take me, not some piece of trash that rolled in off the street."
I laughed.
"Oh hunny… if only you knew how pathetic and meaningless your life really is. You think you scare me? I've faced things you've never even thought of seeing in your worst nightmares. You're nothing but rainbows and unicorns compared to them. I could have you flat on your back with a broken nose in the time it takes you to blink. So DON'T come at me again. This is YOUR final warning… See you at the Prom." I pushed her and walked past to get out the door. My whole body shaking. It took everything in me not to lay her ass out. But the last thing I need is to get in trouble and not be allowed to go tomorrow night.
I walked to the impala and climbed in the front seat. It was just Dean this afternoon.
"Whoa where's the fire." He asked noticing my frustration.
"Just drive before I get out and splatter cheerleading brains all over the walls."
"I don't know why you let them get to you… they're just jealous."
"They don't get to me. The fact that I can't beat their faces in gets to me." I said truthfully.
Dean laughed.
"So now that you've lived it for a few days… think you'd ever wanna life like this?" Dean asked.
"I don't know De. I mean… Its so easy. Get up. Go to school. Come home… do it all again. Its routine and simple… and safe. Its. So polar opposite of everything I've ever known."
"You know kiddo… we could always try and stay. Make a home base. Still hunt but stay local."
"Dean… I don't know. I don't wanna think about it right now." I said honestly.
Would he honestly give up the life for me? Does he want me to have this? Do I even want this? I mean I've been here what… 4 days? All of this felt really heavy on my mind.
That night I tried to sleep but I couldn't. I just tossed and turned. Dean and Sam left to salt and burn the bones of that kid a couple of hours ago, assuming I'd be asleep when they got back.
"What are you still doing up kiddo?" Sam asked when they walked through the door.
"Can't sleep." I admitted.
"Excited for tomorrow?" He asked.
"Yeah… maybe."
"What's wrong Em."
"I don't know… just feels. Like this is all. Different. I wish daddy was here." I whispered. I really did wish my daddy was here. I wish I could take prom pictures with him there, I wish he could be the one to meet my date, I wish that I knew we would be back on the road and driving to see him in a couple of days. I wish I knew what I wanted. Without daddy everythings changed. Hunting has changed… Now its us. We decide when and where we wanna go, no more taking orders. So what the hell do I want?
"Me too." He whispered back.
"Well come on, lets get to bed. You gotta get some sleep." Sam said as he stood and reached out his hand. Sam put me to sleep like he did when we were little. I swear. Works like a charm every time. When I woke up again it was bright outside. I reached for my phone. Two missed texts.
Luke: Can't wait to see you tonight.
Luke: What are you doing?
I replied: I was sleeping. You know since its Saturday and all. I didn't have to get up at the ass crack of dawn.
A minute later the phone buzzed: Early bird gets the worm. ;)
I giggled again, then I looked up for my brothers. Dean was sitting in front of the tv drinking a beer. Sam at the table on his laptop.
"So I forgot to ask how last night went." I said climbing out of the bed.
"Eh, dig it up, salt it, burn it, bury it again." Dean said not looking away from whatever he was watching.
"Whatcha doing Sammy?" I said sitting on the couch and leaning against Dean.
"Looking for our next case."
"Oh… Find anything?"
"Not yet."
If he finds one does that mean we're leaving… or are we staying? If we're staying then for how long?
I laid my head on Dean's lap and proceeded to spend the next hour watching Jerry Springer. Dean was obviously intrigued, quite frankly I found it trashy.
After I a while I got up and took a shower, then we ran and got lunch. After lunch I figured it was time to start getting ready. God knows I have no clue what to do with this head full of hair. I began digging through my stuff and realized the only thing I have is a straightener, a hair brush, hair spray, and about 2 thousand bobby pins thrown in the bottom of my duffle.
"Hey Sam. Let me borrow your computer real fast."
"What for?" He asked.
"I need to look something up." I said with a duhh tone.
He rolled his eyes at me and pushed it towards me. I sat down at the table and looked up videos on how to curl your hair with a straightener, turns out it doesn't look too hard.
I spent the next two and a half hours carefully curling every piece of my hair, then I was able to gather an array of bobby pins and pin the curls up, leaving a few free hanging strands. I was honestly impressed with myself.
My make up didn't take near as long. I went with dark blue and gold eyeshadows to match my dress and accessories. The colors made my brown eyes pop. The black liner and mascara helped as well, I went with a dark maroon lipstick, setting it off as an evening look, not just a day to day make up. I put on the earrings and then it was time for the dress. I walked out of the bathroom and went to pull it from its plastic.
"Geez Em I've been waiting hours to pee and you're not even ready yet?" Dean said.
"Hey. Beauty takes time asshole. Its not like I do this everyday. It took a while to figure out."
"Yeah yeah yeah…" Dean grumbled before shutting the bathroom door. Guess I'll be waiting on him. In the meantime I checked my phone.
Luke: Fixing to head your way.
Shit!
"Dean! Hurry up. I gotta get dressed!" I yelled banging on the door.
"Yeah and I gotta pee." He hollered back. Ugh.
Thankfully he didn't take long and I was able to quickly change into the dress. It really did match beautifully with the make up. I almost wish we had a camera. Who knows if I'll ever get this dressed up again. I walked out of the bathroom and pulled down the sleeves on the dress.
"Okay… how ridiculous do I look?" I asked.
"Emily you don't. Really. Its. Beautiful." Sam said.
I turned to Dean. He glanced up at me and looked away grumpily. My face slightly fell. When I looked back up at Sam he caught the whole thing and just shrugged. Before I got the chance to say anything else there was a knock on the door.
"Oh my gosh… Okay. Please. I'm begging you! Play nice!" I warned fiercely before turning towards the door. I took a deep breath and opened it.
The sight practically took my breath away. There he stood. Hair slicked back, in a suit and tie. I've never seen anything so beautiful than the man standing in front of me. I forgot how to speak, I just stood there. Thankfully Sam was behind me and coughed, snapping me out of my daze.
"Oh, um. Come in." I said as I opened the door the rest of the way and stepped to the side. He nodded and stepped in.
"Emily… you look. Stunning." He said as he looked the dress up and down.
"Thanks." I blushed.
I heard Sam cough again.
"Luke these are my brothers, Sam and Dean." I said as Dean approached. "This is Luke" I said looking between my two brothers nervously.
"Nice to meet you." Luke said as he reached out a hand and shook Sam's. Then Dean's.
"So how late is this prom thing?" Dean asked while glaring at Luke.
"It ends at 11, sir." Luke responded.
"So you'll have her back by?" Sam then asked.
"No later than 11:30 sir, if that's okay with you."
Sam nodded, but didn't speak.
"What are you driving?" Dean asked.
"I have a Chevrolet Silverado, early 90s. Z71 with a three inch lift kit. V8. Of course it kinda pales in comparison to the impala out front. I've seen it at the school, I'm assuming she's yours."
Dean nodded as if impressed. Go Luke! I looked to Sam and he smiled at me slightly.
Dean proceeded to walk Luke outside and they stood under the hood of the impala, I swear they were speaking a foreign language.
Sam and I stood in the doorway and watched.
"Sammy."
"Yeah Em."
"I have two of the best brothers anyone could ever imagine… Thank you."
He smiled and swung an arm around me. I finally interrupted the car talk and told Luke we really should get going. He shook hands with Dean again, and then Sam. I turned to look at Dean, he caught me looking and quickly looked away, then he went in without even saying bye. I looked up to Sam again, he gave me a sympathetic smile. That's it.
"Luke I'll be right back." I said before leaving Luke and Sam alone and walking inside to find Dean.
"Dean?" I asked when I found him drinking a beer in front of the TV again.
"What?" He asked without looking at me. Stubborn as a fucking mule I swear. So I walked over and stood directly between the TV and him. He finally looked up to me.
"What did I do?" I whispered.
"Nothing." He growled.
"Then why are you so pissed at me." I said crossing my arms.
"I'm not. Em. Just… Go. Have fun." He said getting up and walking away from me.
"De… come on." I said pulling his arm back. He stopped and sighed. Then he turned to look at me.
"Emily I've never seen anyone in my entire life look more beautiful than you do right now… You look like Mom." He said softly. "That boy out there, he's nice and all… but he doesn't deserve you. No one does. And it burns me up to let you walk out that door like this. I wish Dad was here. I wish he could see you. I wish it was him having to decide whether to bury that kid's body or dump it in a lake if he breaks your heart but he's not. I am. Emily you are my chance at doing something right in life. But you're not my little girl anymore. You're growing up. I'm proud as hell, but I kinda also wanna lock you up in the trunk and never let out again till you're old and wrinkly. So that boys won't want you then." He said causing my teary face to giggle at the end.
I wrapped my arms around him and he hugged me tightly. I leaned to whisper in his ear.
"De. I was always your little girl, and I always will be."
He squeezed and finally released me.
"Go have fun kiddo." He said nodding towards the door. I smiled and walked back out to Luke.
Luke led me and held the door for me as I climbed carefully into the truck, you wouldn't think three inches makes a huge difference, but even in heels it was a struggle
"Well okay. Now I'm the one impressed. Dean has hated every boy that's even looked at me for longer than 30 seconds. How the hell did you do that?" I asked as we drove down the road.
"So that went okay then?" He asked.
"That went only about ten times better than I could have expected." I said honestly.
Luke chuckled.
When we got to the school it was dark out, the parking lot was already full and you could hear the music pouring out from the gym. He came around and opened my door.
"Need a hand?" He asked reaching out so I have something to grab onto while I jumped down.
"Thanks Romeo." I joked.
We walked into the gym and it was almost unrecognizable.
It was covered wall to wall in streamers and banners, the lights were colorful and it had multiple disco balls hanging from the ceiling causing the lights to dance across the walls. I've never seen anything like it.
"I Uh, I promised my mom I'd get a picture made, do you mind?" Luke asked gesturing to the photo area.
"No. Not at all." I said smiling.
We walked over and waited in the short line to get our picture taken. I was actually kinda glad we got them made. I wanted one for myself.
"Shall we dance?" he asked reaching out his hand. I gladly accepted it and he led us out on the dance floor.
We slow danced, picked up the pace, then slowed it down again. It was so much fun. It was everything I thought it would be. He held me close to him while we danced. His arms wrapped around my waist, and mine over his broad shoulders. I felt like maybe I could do this… maybe I could live this life. Have a boyfriend, go to school, hunt on the side. Maybe this is something I want.
"Are you having a good time?" He asked me softly as he spun me around and then pulled me back to him.
"Yes. I was a little worried, never been to a dance before…" I admitted sheepishly.
"Well for someone who's never danced, you're holding your own pretty well." He complimented. I blushed again.
"I love it when you do that." He said smiling.
"Do what?"
"Blush." I smiled and kissed him.
I was leaned against his body when I saw something that made my blood run cold. Pete was sitting at a table across the room. Standing behind him was the spirit of the boy who committed suicide. I don't understand. I thought the boys salted and burned the bones...
I quickly let go of Luke and tried to get through the crowd, but by the time I did the spirit was gone again. Shit…
"Emily what's wrong?" Luke asked suddenly right behind me.
"I need to call my brothers… Come on." I grabbed his hand and left the crowd.
"Emily what's going on."
"I just remembered that I forgot to do something important. I'll be right back okay? I'm just gonna step out in the hall and call them." I said giving him a small smile.
"Em?"
"Dean! Dude what the hell… didn't yall do a salt and burn last night?!"
"Yeah. Why?"
"There's a vengeful spirit here trying to crash the prom, I spotted him stalking a football player."
"Dammit. Emily we burnt it all last night… I don't know what else is keeping him there." Dean said.
As he spoke the memorials on the wall caught my attention.
"Wait.. Dean. The memorials at the school…" I ran over and looked inside of his.
"Well son of a bitch." I muttered.
"What? Em. What is it?"
"Someone put a lock of dude's hair in the memorial, it's gotta be what's keeping him here. You two get your asses down here now. I'm gonna keep an eye on the football player."
"Alright. Em be careful."
"Sir yes sir." I said before hanging up.
I walked back in to meet Luke.
"Hey everything okay?" He asked.
"Yeah Its good, do you wanna go sit with the team for a bit?"
"Are you sure? Tiffany will be over there." Fuck.
"Its okay. We need to see your friends regardless." I said. He kissed my cheek and pulled me over to the table.
He greeted all the boys and I waved and said hi, many of them returning the gesture. I looked up to see Tiffany in a hot pink ruffle gown. Yep. Go figure. She leaned over and began to whisper to her minions. Fuck my life man… why couldn't this spirit choose a different night to haunt this asshole!
My phone buzzed, I pulled it out to read it.
Dean: Just pulled up, heading to break into memorial box keep the coast clear.
Great. How exactly am I supposed to do that? I looked around and caught sight of the spirit again. It looked up at me, then vanished. Little fucker.
I turned to Pete. Not that I like the guy but I don't want him to die… plus he's one of Luke's friends. Luke has lost enough friends, I'm not gonna stand by and let him lose another one.
I walked over and positioned Luke and I between Pete and the doorway that I saw the spirit in last. I know what its doing. Its stalking him, waiting for a chance to confront him, scare him, then kill him. If I can keep Pete busy till Dean and Sam burn the damn thing then all should be good.
"Hey man this shit's lame, I'm gonna go take a piss." Pete said getting up to stand. No! Dammit!
I watched him walk out to the halls. I picked up my phone.
"Hurry!" I texted Sam.
He instantly replied: Locks are a bitch, almost done.
I looked up and knew I needed to follow Pete.
"Luke I'll be right back, pee break." I said quickly before darting out to the hall, I didn't get but a few feet away before someone grabbed me and spun me around.
"I thought I told you to stay home tonight!" Tiffany yelled.
"Yeah and I told you I wasn't scared, fuck off." I said going to walk away again. She reached to grab me and I had enough. I turned and shoved, knocking her to the ground. Her little possy all gasped and bent down to help her up. I don't have time for this right now, so instead I just walked off to find Pete.
I got down the hall and found Pete standing against the locker, but above him was a swinging light fixture, SHIT!
"Pete! Move!" I yelled as I ran and pushed him out of the way seconds before the light crashed to where he had just been standing.
"Whoa dude what the fuck!" He said as he jumped to his feet.
"Pete, we need to go back in with everyone else." I said trying to get back on my feet, I put my hand down in broken glass and managed to cut it. Great.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He asked.
"Pete, please. Trust me. Its not safe out here, please lets go back in."
"Yeah, sure okay." He said spooked. We turned to walk back to the gym but then the spirit appeared right in front of us.
"Holy shit!" Pete yelled. Then he took off running in the opposite direction. The spirit smiled and then vanished again.
"No! Pete! Come back!" I took off running but when I turned the corner I slammed into Luke.
"Emily! Whoa! What the hells going on, oh my god are you bleeding?!" He asked as he grabbed my hand.
"Luke, just go back inside okay. Please I'm begging you." I was worried the spirit would target him if I put him in the line of fire, and I can't have that. Not Luke.
"No, Emily talk to me! Whats wrong."
"Luke! Get your ass back in there, I'll be there in a second!" I yelled fiercely. He looked at me like he was so disappointed, and confused. But he walked away.
Mother fucker. Whyyyyyyy did this spirit have to ruin my life tonight of all nights?!
I finally caught up to Pete. The spirit had him cornered.
"Pete! Duck!" I yelled as I pulled a small knife with an iron blade from my bra. I threw it right through the spirit and it pierced the wall above Pete's head. The spirit disappeared and I ran over to Pete.
"Okay. Seriously. Fucking listen to me when I say we need to go back inside. Come on!" I grabbed his arm and we took off for the gym. We came around the corner and were again face to face with the spirit.
"Wait! Pete. Don't move." I said before he could run again. I could see two tall figures walking up behind the spirit, lighter in hand.
We watched as Dean lit the lock of hair on fire and the spirit vanished for good this time. I sighed deeply. Pete looked freaked the hell out.
"Pete. Its over… go inside and get drunk now please." I mumbled releasing my grip on his arm.
"Yeah, I never wanna remember whatever the hell this just was." He said shakily as he pulled out his flask and took a long drink. He walked back towards the gym, I turned to face Sam and Dean.
"Em you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. I'm good. Look, I gotta go find Luke, if you two wanna stick around then I don't care, just don't ruin this anymore than I already have. Please." I pleaded before turning back towards the gym myself.
I walked in and looked around. Pete was sitting at the table, drinking out of his flask again. I finally looked up and spotted Luke. He was dancing… with Tiffany.
Everything inside me felt crushed all at once. They looked good together, I'm guessing I missed where they were both awarded King and Queen, but their matching crowns kinda filled me in.
I walked towards the dance floor just as the song was ending. They stopped dancing and Tiffany wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. He politely smiled and then released her, he looked around and finally caught my eyes. He immediately walked towards me.
"Emily. I'm sorry… its just the tradition to do the dance. I swear… it didn't mean anything."
"Yeah. I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to bail on you."
"Emily what happened?" He asked taking in my disheveled look and wrapped hand.
"I can't tell you…" I whispered softly. Realizing I probably wouldn't be able to explain a lot of things to him. Would he be okay with that. He looked at me sadly. Then he pulled me into a hug and walked us away from the crowd. I glanced up to briefly notice my brothers standing in the doorway, watching. But not coming in thank God.
We were almost to the tables when someone bumped me and I felt cold liquid pour all down the front of my dress.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Tiffany said loudly with mock sympathy. I looked up to see her smiling and her minions all giggled. I released Luke's hand and swung, knocking her right in the nose, she instantly grabbed it and the blood poured out everywhere. The music suddenly cut off and the entire room was staring at me… I looked to Luke, he looked shocked at what had just happened.
It was at that second I realized it… this was never gonna work.
I turned and looked back to Tiffany.
"You know. I feel bad for you. All of this. Its nothing, it'll never amount into anything. At the end of the day it will never matter… but you've made it into your everything. And you know what- I don't want it." I said shaking my head.
I focused my gaze on the ground and began to walk towards the doorway where I knew my brothers were discreetly standing. Probably watching the entire scene go down. When I finally got out the doors I looked up again, I just wanted to leave. I didn't have to look and see who's arm was around me. It was Sam's. I leaned against him and we walked towards the front door.
"Wait!" A voice called running to catch up to us.
We all turned to see Luke.
"Emily." He said slowly taking steps towards me. I walked away from Sam and went to Luke, I grabbed his hands and kissed him.
"Thank you for tonight, it was everything I could have wanted. I'll never forget it." I said sincerely before letting go of his hands.
"No don't leave, look we'll get outta here you and me. Okay? Just talk to me." He offered. I smiled sadly.
"Luke. I can't. I don't belong here… I never did." I said softly as a tear made its way down my face. I turned and walked back to Sam and Dean. We didn't stop till we were outside, I stopped on the steps and pulled off the heels. Then as my lip continued to quiver I put them in the trash can off to the side of us. I'll never need them again anyways. When we got to the impala Sam opened the front door for me to slide in between them but instead I opened the back door and slipped in. The boys got in and I quietly began to pull the bobby pins out of my hair, one at a time, letting it all fall.
"Emily… I'm sorry." Sam said.
"Me too Sammy… Me too." I whispered.
We got back to the motel and I quickly changed out of the dress and into a hoodie and sweats. When I walked out Sam and Dean were sitting at the table, with a root beer sitting in front of the empty seat in front of them. I half smiled and walked over to sit with them.
"Well kiddo… what now?" Dean asked.
"I wanna leave." I said staring at the table in front of me.
"Emily are you sure?" Sam asked.
"Sam. I'm a hunter. I'm not like other girls… I can't. Do highschool. I can't hold my tongue and not beat the shit out of people, I can't turn off hunting mode and enjoy one fucking school dance. I just. I can't be here and be me at the same time."
Sam shook his head sadly… I know he wanted me to have a normal life more than anyone. He wanted me to get to have what he had for a while.
"Kiddo do you at least wanna say bye to him tomorrow? Explain what happened?" Dean offered. I smiled sadly and looked up to Dean.
"He's perfect ya know… he was sweet, and kind, and he didn't care what everyone else thought. He saw me for me and wanted me anyways. He was patient. He was funny. He was fine as hell…" I said rambling on.
"But. I'm not good for him… I'll put him in danger. I'll get him hurt. I'll always be gone. Its not fair. I think its best to just leave it like it is. A clean break. Please De. I just wanna go."
"Okay kiddo."
We finished our drinks and packed up, Sam went to turn in the keys and I climbed in the front seat.
Sam climbed in next to me and I curled myself into him, his long arm rested wrapped around my shoulders. I drifted off to sleep. Knowing that when I woke up again all this would be a memory. It was over. Luke was gone.
I tried. I tried to be normal, to fit in, but. Truth is. I'm a hunter.
I'm a Winchester.