Author's note: Thanks for all the love guys! Theres going to be more info in this chapter about Emily and what lies ahead for her and her brothers! Please R&R! Love yall! PS: I didn't do a full proofread before posting cause well.. its 3 am and I just really wanted to get this out to everyone tonight. I'll proofread in the morning and only fix it if I find something major. Don't forget to review!
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"What? Dean, what did he tell you?" Sam asked nervously.
I felt like everything around us was silent. Like the world put itself on pause so it could hear the words that were going to fall out of Dean's mouth next. At the very least my world was on pause.
"He said that he wanted me to watch out for the two of you, make sure I took care of you and Em."
"He told you that a million times." Sam said, and he was right. Dad has been telling Dean that his whole life… something else. He's hiding something, he's been hiding something. Since the day dad died.
"No, this time was different. He said that I had to save you…"
"Save me? From what?" Sam asked him.
"He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered; and that if I couldn't, I'd…" He stopped as his voice started to shake.
"You'd what, Dean?" Sam pushed for him to go on. I could literally hear the fear behind his words.
"That I'd have to kill you. He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy… and that if I do, then It would be Emily's turn, and that I'd have to kill her before she starts, because once she does I can't stop her." Dean's voice cracked as he talked. As if he'd been holding it on the tip of his tongue this whole time, as if he'd been dying to let it all out.
My whole body fell numb.
Kill me? Kill Sammy? What the hell are we… are we monsters? Are we evil? Every possibility flew through my mind in a matter of seconds.
"Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sam asked after a long moment of silence.
"I don't know."
"I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? For Em? Are we supposed to go darkside or something? What else did he say, Dean?" Sam asked frantically.
"Nothing, that's it, I swear." Dean sounded heartbroken. I couldn't lay here any longer, I couldn't just sit on the sidelines of this conversation. I deserved to know. Even now he was going to keep this from me. He was going to tell Sam, but not me. He was going to die with Sam, but not me. Everything in me that felt numb, felt pain, felt fear, all turned into anger. I jumped up and threw the door open, getting out and walking to stand between my brothers.
Dean looked like a deer in the headlights when he saw my face, he knew I heard it. All of it.
"How could you not have told me this?" I asked viciously.
"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to." Dean said with a glaze forming over his dark green eyes.
"But its okay for Sam to know?" I said, then I turned to Sam, he wouldn't even look at me.
"Emily please… I couldn't tell you. I just-"
"You just what Dean?! Decided that Sam deserved to know and I didn't. You just followed orders like always?"
"Emily it was dad! He begged me! It was practically his dying wish!" Dean said desperately.
"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!" I yelled.
"You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day." Dean said suddenly sounding angry himself. But not at me, at dad.
"We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means." Sam said quietly, but I could tell he was angry as well, he was devastated.
"We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure-" Dean started but was quickly cut off.
"What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?" Sam suddenly interjected.
"I never said that." Dean said firmly.
"Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me one day, Dean, and then do the same to Emily!" Sam yelled.
The thought of Dean killing me sent splinters down my spine. Everything about it felt and sounded so wrong, so against everything I've ever known. Could the man who protected me, raised me, turn around and kill me? Suddenly I just wanted to get away… away from Dean. Away from Sam. Away from everything.
"I never said that! Damnit, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You two are immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're both pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But can we lay low until we figure out our next move, please? I'm begging here." Dean pleaded.
"Forget it." Sam said angrily.
I shook my head and started to walk away… I couldn't stand here. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't face him really… for the first time in my life I was truly afraid of him. This Dean. This desperate person.. He wanted to die last night… he was going to leave me. He's kept this secret from me for months. Is this why he couldn't face me after daddy died? Because he knew one day he'd have to kill me?
"Sam, please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please." Dean begged with red brimmed eyes. I stopped and turned to look at them. Sam nodded his head and got in the car, then Dean looked at me. I watched as a single tear fell down his cheek.
"How could you?" I whispered. I went to turn and leave.
"Emily wait, please babygirl… just listen to me." He said taking a few steps forward. I turned and looked back to him.
"You know daddy said those same words to me… then he went to talk to you. Then he died." I looked down and laughed slightly, because it was either do that or cry.
"Emily… I'm so sorry."
"Yeah. He said that too." This time I couldn't stop the sting in my eyes.
I turned away from him and got in the backseat of the car. Dean stood there for a minute before he got in and started the car.
"Can we just stop at the next motel and sleep this whole day off. Please." Dean asked.
"Yeah." Sam said. I slightly nodded, my eyes fixed on whatever was directly in front of me.
When we did get to the motel I offered to get out and get the rooms while they unpacked the car, I walked up to the man at the counter.
"Two rooms please, side by side, one double, one queen."
"Cash or credit."
"Credit." I said handing him my fake card and ID.
I got the room keys and walked back out to where they boys were parked.
"Here. I said handing them their key and walking to the trunk to get my bag. They started to walk towards their door, but I kept going one further and put the key in the lock.
"Wait, I thought this was our room?" Sam asked.
"It is your room." I said not looking up and opening my door.
"Emily don't d-" Dean started but I cut him off by walking in and slamming my door.
When the door closed and I was finally alone. Really alone. I felt it all hit me at once. I leaned back against the door and slid down to the floor. Feeling myself fall apart by the second. I laid there and just let it overtake me. I needed to let it out. Everything.
Over the sounds of my sobs I heard knocking… I knew who it was without standing up and looking through the peep hole. Instead I sat up and leaned my back against the door, trying to regain my composure.
Knocking again.
"Kiddo please open the door." Dean said. "I'm sorry Emily. I don't know what else to say other than I'm sorry. For all of it... umm. I guess I'll leave our door unlocked. Just. Come in if you need anything, okay?" He stood there silently.
"Yeah. Okay." He mumbled before I heard footsteps walking away from the door.
I went and ran the bath. I never get to take an actual bath. Its always showers, when theres 3 people and one bathroom you're kinda in a hurry.
I filled the tub with water so hot you almost can't stand to be in it. I sank down, leaving only the tops of my knees and my head above the water. I leaned back and closed my eyes. Adjusting to the quiet. To being alone.
When I got ready for bed I caught myself trying to remember who's turn it was to share the bed, and then I remembered. I have my own. I looked over to the empty bed, I went and grabbed the extra throw pillows off the couch in the room and threw them on the bed, then I pulled back the cover and positioned them so that they took up one side and I took up the other.
I grabbed my gun and slid it under my pillow, then I laid down and closed my eyes. Sleep came quickly.
*Dream*
"Emily…" she whispered. I flipped my head around to where I thought the noise came from.
"Emily." She said again.
"Hello? Who's there?" I asked, faking my confidence.
"Do you remember the last time I had you all to myself? All alone?" She asked from behind me.
No. Please no.
"You're not real. You're dead." I said trembling.
"Oh I'll never be dead… I'll live forever. In here. With you." She laughed.
"No… No leave me alone!" I screamed, then I took off at full speed. Its pitch black. I don't know where I'm running, but its gotta be away from her.
When I look behind me I can see the red… all the blood. I began to run faster, and faster. Then I stopped. Waiting to hear if she was still there.
"Did you really think you'd ever get away from me?" She whispered inches from my ear.
"No.. please no. You can't be real." I begged. All of a sudden the ground beneath me disappeared and I was falling, and I fell until I hit something solid.
When I jumped up I realized I was still in bed. I Immediately sat up pulling my gun, waving it around the room. Looking for any sign of her. Of anyone. But yet again, I was truly alone.
Suddenly the thought of being alone terrified me. I no longer felt the need to have space from anyone, especially my brothers. I went to climb out of the bed and realized I was still trembling, the gun shook in my hand. I took a deep breath and tucked it into my waistband before walking towards the door. I left my stuff and just made sure to grab my room key, locking the door behind me. I stood in front of their door. Wondering if it was really unlocked. Part of me was scared to check, but I gather what little courage I felt I had at the moment and slowly turned the knob, the door opened, and laying in the bed closest to it was a sleeping Dean. I was careful to slip in and shut the door as quietly as possible, then I laid my gun and my room key on the table next to his bed.
I looked over and realized he too only slept on half the bed. Habit I guess.
I stared at him. Realizing for the first time that I truly was dependent on him. I need him. My life doesn't function without him. What have I done? I've relied so heavily on him, his presence, his protection… that I don't know how to live without it. It was an unhealthy relationship in the eyes of any normal person. But we aren't normal. We don't live a normal life. Our life is danger and death on a daily basis. Relying on him is the only way I've survived, how could I think I could stop now?
I slowly slipped into the bed, realizing he pulled the sheet out from under him, just incase I came back. I half grinned. As I laid down to get adjusted he began to stir awake.
Green eyes met my brown ones.
"Hey." He whispered. "Are you okay?"
I shook my head from side to side briefly, afraid that opening my mouth to answer him would open the flood gates again.
"Em, talk to me."
"Dean I-I…" was all I got out before the gates opened and I was overtaken again by the flood of emotion. He wasted no time pulling me into his arms and squeezing me against him.
"Shhh. Its okay." Dean whispered to me as I tried to get the words out… any word, but its like my mouth physically couldn't form them. I had to let this all out before I could explain.
"De what's wrong with me." I finally managed to choke out.
"Nothing sweetheart, you're fine." Dean cooed.
"Then why-why-y did daddy want you to ki-ki-kill me?" I asked trying to catch my breath in between words. When I finished my question Dean pulled us apart and laid his head down next to mine, so that we could see each other face to face.
"Emily Anne you listen to these words… Dad never wanted me to kill you. He never wanted you hurt babygirl. Ever. I don't know what this thing with you Sammy and the demon is but Dad would never have wanted anyone to touch a hair on your head."
"But he said-"
"I know what he said. He never should have said that… you don't lay that shit on your children. Emily I will never hurt you, I will do whatever it takes to save Sammy AND you. Nothing is going to happen to either of you okay?"
"De… what if I'm a bad-d person, what if I'm evil? I-I don't wanna hurt anyone."
"Emily. There's nothing in you that could be bad. Wanna know how I know?"
I shook my head up and down.
"Because I raised you. Because I taught you good and bad, wright from wrong. I know you inside and out kiddo and there is nothing in there that could hurt a fly. You're my little girl, you always have been and you always will be. I will never hurt you, it will never come down to anyone hurting you. I'll never stop fighting till you and Sammy are safe. Ever."
I took a deep breath for the first time in what felt like days and nodded my head slowly. He wrapped an arm around me.
"So does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?" He asked.
"No. It doesn't Dean." I said honestly.
"Kiddo… I don't know what else to say besides I'm sorry." Dean said exasperated.
"Dean. I don't hardly know who you are anymore… you've kept this from me for weeks. You never lie to me like that. Then you pulled that shit in Oregon. I mean what the hell actually went through your head when you made the decision to die and leave me here alone?" I asked feeling the anger creep itself back into my mind.
"Emily I thought I lost him… I thought I fucked up and that I was gonna lose Sammy. I couldn't… I couldn't let him die in there alone. Honestly I didn't know if I was gonna die there or make it out alive and come back to you. But I couldn't just leave him."
"And you thought I could?! Dean I am just as much a member of this family as the two of you are."
"I know th-"
"No obviously you don't! Or you wouldn't have done that to me! I mean how could you… honestly put yourself in my shoes and tell me you wouldn't be livid right now too?"
"Okay… You're right. I promise. It won't happen again."
"…What happened to no more lies? When you found out about the tattoo you made me swear no more lies. I've stuck to that. How could you say that to me when you were keeping all this shit with dad to yourself?"
"Emily. I have to know what's going on with you to keep you safe, I can't have you lying to me about things or otherwise I can't always protect you. That wasn't something I wanted to put on your shoulders. I mean look at yourself. You're in pieces over it. You and Sammy both are. I didn't want to do that to you the way dad did it to me."
"But Dean that's information we could have used to figure all this shit out… and you shouldn't have had to carry it alone. I get that you're the oldest around here and you think to get to make all the decisions but you don't have to carry that around by yourself. Let us help you. Sammy and I both just need some time to take it in… I mean you were a mess when you heard it too. I'm sure that's part of the reason you wouldn't look me in the eyes for days."
"Kiddo… You don't know how sorry I am for-"
"No. Stop." I said cutting him off abruptly.
"No more apologies. You've been saying I'm sorry an awful lot lately Dean. I just want you to tell me the truth, treat me like I get a say in what happens too. Please, no more sorry's. Just… tell me shit from now on."
"Okay. Deal." He said with a half grin.
"I don't know why you're smiling. I'm still pissed at you." I said seriously.
"Because you're kinda cute when you get all huffed up like that." He said laughing.
"Dean! No. I'm not cute. I'm pissed off! Its not funny!" This only made him laugh more.
"Fine!" I said punching him in the gut, again, only making him laugh more. "I'll go sleep with Sammy." I said getting out of bed, but when I looked over I noticed his bed was empty.
"De where'd he go?" I asked.
"Huh?" Dean asked confused.
"Sammy. Where'd he go?" I said again.
Dean suddenly turned around and realized Sam was gone.
"I didn't even know he left." Dean said getting up and looking around.
"Do you think he just needed some air or something?" I asked while I watched Dean dig through their stuff.
"Dammit… All of his stuff is gone."
"Dean what are you saying…" I asked carefully.
"I'm saying he's gone Em! He left! Dammit!" Dean said throwing his bag across the room.
"No.. no he wouldn't do that, I'm gonna go get my phone and call him." I said walking out the door and grabbing my gun and my room key again.
I got to my phone and dialed Sam. No answer.
Then again, and again. I grabbed my bags and met Dean at the impala.
"Where would he have gone?" I asked.
"I don't know Em, there was a bus station not far from us so who knows where it goes." Dean mumbled.
My heart sank at the thought that Sam left us again. I know he's upset. Trust me. I know. But running off isn't going to fix anything. He's vulnerable to yellow eyes when he's out there alone.
Dean's phone ringing cut off my thoughts. I reached over and grabbed it, putting it on speaker for him.
"Hello?" He answered.
"It's Ellen."
"Hey, have you heard from Sam?"
"I have, but he made me promise not to tell you where he is." Dean and I looked to each other.
"Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid." Dean said desperately.
"Now Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." Ellen paused. "Well, I say screw that. What else is family for? He's in Lafayette, Indiana."
"Thanks Ellen." Dean said as he swung the car around and punched it, hanging up the phone.
"Why would he go to Indiana?" I asked confused.
"I don't know. Maybe he caught wind of something up there he thinks could be related to all this. He's scared Em. He's not thinking clearly."
"Dean… do you think what's happening to Sam could happen to me?"
"I don't know kiddo. I really don't."
"Daddy told me something… before he went to talk to you and Sammy." Dean turned and looked at me surprised.
"Well?" He asked.
"He said he hoped it never came down to me." I whispered.
"Well that doesn't give us much now does it?" Dean mumbled.
"No. I wish he would have just told me… so I'd know what the hell to expect. What to do. What to avoid."
"Em the man never told anyone anything. He probably thought he was protecting us. Keeping us as safe as possible by keeping us away from it."
"But now he's gone, and he didn't bother to share anything except for the fact that you might need to off me and Sam."
"Em. Don't… don't say that."
"Well the truth sucks sometimes Dean."
"Emily for the last time, I'm not gonna waste you OR Sam. Period. Ever. It will never come to that."
"I hope so." I whispered. The rest of our ride was pretty much silent.
It was daylight again when I woke up, curled in an awkward position against the window. I leaned my head side to side to crack the stiffness in my neck.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Just crossing into Lafayette… you know the drill. Find the first hotel in the phone book."
We stopped at a gas station to freshen up for a second and I checked for the first hotel in the book, wasn't far from here thankfully. It wasn't long before we were pulling into the parking lot. Dean parked and picked pointed to a window that's blinds were pulled back on the second floor.
"Sam!" I said relieved.
"Thank God he's okay…" Dean said.
Then we realized he wasn't alone, he was with a woman, a pretty woman too.
"Umm.. Dean."
"Oh… he's better than okay. Sam you sly dog!" Dean said grinning.
"Okay that's gross… I don't wanna sit here and watch my brother get it on so can we just leave and come back or something?" I asked cringing.
Before Dean could respond we watched a bullet fly through the window.
"Dean! Go!" I yelled and we jumped out running for Sam, I don't know what told me to do it, but something said to turn around, and when I did I spotted him. Gordon. On the roof of the building next to this one.
"Dean the roof! Look!" I said pointing up where he had a gun leaned over the edge of the roof. We took off in the other direction. Running up the steps but quieting when we neared the top. Dean carefully opened the door and I slowly closed it behind us. When we got close Dean stopped me and nodded at the wall telling me to hide, be ready. Then he walked closer to Gordon.
"Gordon!" Dean yelled, catching him off guard and kicking him to the ground when he turned. Dean punched him again, and again.
"You do that to my brother, I'll kill you!" He growled.
"Dean, wait." Gordon begged, Dean hesitated for only a second, but that was all it took for Dean to grab the rifle and slam it into Dean's face, knocking him out cold. Shit!
I took a deep breath and turned towards Gordon. He bent down to pick up the gun.
"Touch it and your dead." I said. He paused and stood up straight before turning to look at me. He grinned sickeningly and spit blood from his mouth.
"Well. Look what the cat dragged in. Sweet little Emily." He said walking towards me.
"One more step and I'll put a bullet in you." I warned steadying the gun again.
"Oh come on now… you and I both know you're not a murderer." Before I knew what happened He was throwing something in my face, it stung my eyes and I was momentarily blinded… but that's all it took for him to approach me and knock me out cold as well.
When I woke up again I was in a chair. Sitting across from me was Dean. Saying my name… telling me to wake up.
"De…" I said groggily. Wondering why there were 3 of him. My vision strained to focus on the one in the middle.
"Em… Kiddo are you okay?" He asked tightly.
"Yeah. Yeah… I'm just a little dizzy." It was then I realized someone was dripping down my face. Blood. Its blood, which is why I see red out my peripheral vision.
"Emily stay with me, open your eyes kiddo."
"Okay." I said struggling to focus on him.
I could hear footsteps coming towards us… Gordon. Bastard.
"Okay Dean-o ready to talk to baby brother?" He said as he walked towards Dean with a ringing phone. I recognized the ringtone as the one specifically set for Sam. I know because I set it. That way Dean would always know if Sam or I called.
"Remember what I told you. Or I'll put a bullet in her brain, right here right now." He said as he cocked the gun pointed at me. He then hit the answer button.
"Hello?" Dean said, eyes focused solely on me.
"Dean!" Sam said.
"Sam, I've been looking for you."
"Yeah. Look, I'm in Indiana, uh Lafayette."
"I know."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Just got here myself. It's a real funky town. You ditched me, Sammy." There it is. Funky town. Code for trouble… hopefully Sam caught it as well.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now there's someone after me."
"What? Who?"
"I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you?"
"I'm staying at, uh, 5637 Monroe St. Why don't you meet me here?"
"Yeah. Sure." Sam said before hanging up the phone.
"Now, was that so hard?" Gordon asked with a smile.
"Bite me." Dean replied.
Gordon laughed as he lowered the gun.
"So Gordy. I know we ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?" Dean asked sarcastically.
"What, you think this is revenge?" Gordon asked.
"Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days." Dean said. I laughed.
"Which was awesome, but sorry, I shouldn't laugh." I said with a grin.
"Yeah. I was definitely planning on whuppin' your ass for that." Gordon said more to Dean than me.
"Mm-hmm." Dean shook his head slowly.
"But that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother's fair game."
Dean and I meet eyes and he can't hid the shock on his face. How could he know?
"See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something. About a coming war. And I don't think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out. But it was too late. Piqued my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, you got the right tools."
"And what happened to the girl it was possessing?" I asked.
"She didn't make it." He said shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, you're a son of a bitch." Dean said shaking his head.
"That's my momma you're talking about." Gordon warned before continuing. "Anyway. This demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race?"
Dean fixes a hard glare on Gordon. I want him to shut up. I also want him to keep talking. Obviously he knows something we don't. Even if everything he says sounds ridiculous.
"But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester." Gordon said with a grin.
"Oh, this is ... this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you." Dean said chuckling, but I know him well enough that I could hear the nervousness behind it.
"Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know. About Sam's visions. I know everything." Dean and I looked at each other once again… Does that mean he knows about me?
"Really? Because a demon told you?" Dean asked as if to discredit the information.
"Yeah, and it wasn't lying." Gordon laughed.
"Demons lie. Its as normal for them as it for me and you to breathe." I said.
"Hey, Emily. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you've got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy in the first place. About a month ago I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them."
Everything in me boiled. The Roadhouse? Someone gave Sam up. I thought they had our backs. And what the hell is with this other guy? Electric touch? What the hells gonna happen to me…
"Yeah, did he kill anyone?" I asked.
"Well, besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all gonna be killers, Dean. We've got to take them all out. And that means Sammy too." He said as he cocked a rifle.
"You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door?" Dean asked him.
"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him. Ha. You really think I'm that stupid?" Gordon said as he began to pace. "No. Sammy's going to scope the place first, see me covering the front door. So he's going to take the back. And when he does he'll hit the tripwire. Then –" He pulled a grenade. "Boom." He said grinning widely.
My eyes went wide and searched for Dean's. No… surely Sam would see this coming. He's smart. He'll figure it out!
"Sam's not gonna fall for a friggin' tripwire." Dean added.
"Maybe you're right. That's why I'll have a second one. Hey, look. I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do. But for what it's worth, it'll be quick."
"Come on, man. I know Sam, okay, better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do, I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn."
"Ew… Dean." I mumbled.
"Maybe you're right. But one day he's going to be a monster." Gordon said.
"How? Huh? How's a guy like Sam become a monster?" I asked.
"Beats me. But he will. You know… even more interesting. The rumor is… if Sam's out of the game, then Emily gets pulled off the bench." Gordon said as he turned towards me. Everything in me froze.
"No, you don't know that!" Dean yelled suddenly showing his fear. Gordon already has me… if he think's I'm a danger as well he could kill me here and now. And he's psycho enough to do it.
"I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let's say you were cruising around in that car of yours and, uh, you had little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was going to turn into someday. You'd take him out, no questions, am I right?"
"That's not Sam, and its not gonna be Emily either." Dean said firmly.
"Yes it is. You just can't see it yet. Dean, it's his destiny. Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother and she's your little baby sister. You love them. This has got to hurt like hell for you. But here's the thing. It would wreck him. But your dad? If it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. But you're telling me you're not the man he is?" Gordon says as he gags Dean with a scarf. Dean glared at him furiously.
"You shut your mouth." I said low and hard.
"Oh don't worry sweetheart. I've got one for you too." He said as he walked over and gagged me as well.
It wasn't long before we heard the clicking of a door opening. Dean's eyes went wild. Looking around. Frantic. The fear in his eyes amplified the fear I felt .
"Ya hear him?" Gordon asked.
"Here he comes." He said again as we heard footsteps, then the sound of an explosion. Everything in me fell. No… no please not Sammy.
Dean began to scream through his gag at Gordon. I sat there, frozen with fear.
"Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see." Gordon said excitedly. It made me sick to watch his face, the pleasure all this gave him.
Then there was another explosion.
"No!" I screamed against the gag in my own mouth. I began to cry and when I looked to Dean he was too… no. No… Not Sammy. I can't lose him too.
"Sorry, Dean… You know what I have to do next. Gotta be sure she won't be next." He said as he walked over to me with the large knife he's kept on his hip. Dean's eyes were wider than I've ever seen them before. I watched as he fought against the ropes. He fought harder than I've ever seen him fight for anything, but nothing was budging. I felt Gordon slip the blade against my throat. The sobs came uncontrollably at this point. Dean. No… don't let him see this. God please. He can't lose me and Sammy. It will kill him. He can't see this… he'll never forgive himself.
"Drop it." A voice said from behind us. Sam.
"Sam… smart move, ditching the shoes so I couldn't hear you, one for each trip wire right? Careful walking around here barefoot. You could get tetanus."
"Put it down now!" Sam screamed.
"You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother, he thinks you're some kind of saint."
"Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure." Sam said viciously.
"See, that's what I said." Gordon said as he slowly slid the blade across my throat, I could feel the slight sting as the blade knicked its way across the front of my throat, leaving the glow of blood in a straight line behind.
Before I knew what was happening I could hear the struggle of a fight going on behind me. I can't see anything so I can't see who's winning. Dean is watching them intensely.
"You're no better than the filthy things you hunt." Gordon spat at him. There was more struggle… then there was the sound of fists meeting a face.
"Do it. Do it! Show your brother the killer you really are, Sammy." Gordon grumbled.
I heard a body fall to the ground moments later. I could barely turn my head and see it was Gordon's.
"It's Sam." Sam spat back.
Sam untied me and then went to untie Dean. Dean jumped up and began to examine Sam's injuries, thankful that he was alive, as was I. I was just too dizzy to stand. After Sam nodded to let Dean know that he was okay Dean made his way to me.
"De…" I groaned, still dizzy. His finger traced the bloodly line across my neck. He suddenly became furious.
"That son of a…" Dean growled as he jumped up and went for the unconscious Gordon.
"Dean. No." Sam yelled stopping him.
"I let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice." Dean said picking up his gun off the table.
"Trust me. Gordon's taken care of. Come on." Sam countered as he lifted me out of the chair and reached to pull on Dean's jacket. He led us out the front door.
We hadn't made it far when suddenly there were gunshots filling the air.
"Come on!" Dean yelled as we all ducked and took off running. "You call this taken care of?"
Sam stopped us and had us all lie down in a ditch within sight of the house we were fleeing.
"What the hell are we doing?" I asked as Sam reached over and covered my bleeding head with his sleeve.
"Just trust me on this, all right?" He said. It wasn't seconds later that we could hear sirens blaring as they came down the road. Several cop cars emerged, spotlights focused on Gordon, his hands each containing loaded guns. He stopped. Then he dropped the guns and fell to his knees.
"Anonymous tip." Sam mumbled grinning.
"Sammy you are one fine upstanding citizen." Dean said with a grin himself.
When we got to the impala I laid down in the backseat.
"Em don't go to sleep… you might have a concussion." Sam said.
"Sammy… please. I'm so tired." I asked weakly.
"Sorry kiddo. Gotta keep you awake for a while." He said sympathetically. Dean began dialing someone's number.
I listened as Dean filled her in on the day's events.
"Gordon Walker was hunting Sam?" She asked shocked.
"Yeah, and Em. He almost killed us all because somebody over there can't keep their friggin' mouth shut."
"And you honestly think that it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way."
"Well, who else knows about all this, I mean, you must have been talking to somebody."
"Hey, you can say a lot of things about us. But we are not disloyal. And we're not stupid. We haven't breathed a word of this."
"Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen."
"And this roadhouse is full of other hunters. They're all smart. They're good trackers. Each of them with their own patterns and connections. Look, hell, I could name twelve of them right now that are capable of putting this together. I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe."
"Yeah. Alright we'll talk later."
Next it was Sam dialing.
"Hey, Ava, it's Sam. Again. Um, call me when you get this, just want to make sure you got home okay. All right. Bye." He said after a few moments. I'm guessing Ava is the woman from the motel room.
"Everything all right?" Dean asked him.
"Yeah, I hope so." Sam said.
"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least."
"Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out."
"Dude, you ever take off like that again…" Dean started.
"What? You'll kill me?" Sam asked sarcastically.
"That is so not funny." I groaned from the backseat.
"All right. All right. So where to next, then?" Sam asked slightly laughing.
"One word: Amsterdam." Dean said.
"Dean!" Sam said shocked.
"Come on, man, I hear the coffeeshops don't even serve coffee."
I laughed. What an idiot my brother is.
"I'm not just gonna ditch the job." Sam said flatly.
"Screw the job. Screw it, man, I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get's bad luck."
"Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you were meant to do." Sam said, and he was right. Dean was by far the best hunter I'd ever met. He was made for this.
"Ah, I wasn't meant to do anything, I don't believe in that destiny crap." Dean groaned.
"You mean you don't believe in my destiny." Sam corrected.
"Or mine." I added from the backseat.
"Yeah, whatever." Dean said.
"Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this. And you can't protect me. The best we can do is try and protect Em from getting involved with all this." Sam said.
I looked up to meet Dean's gaze in the mirror… worried that Sam was right.
"Sam I already am involved." I said quietly.
"Yeah but not to the same extent. We should just focus on keeping you out of it all, not trying to pull me away. I'm already in." Sam said.
"Sam. I'm gonna protect you. No matter what." Dean said
"Thanks for that." Sam said quietly. "Look, Dean, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on, so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around." Sam said matter of factly.
"Bitch." Dean said with a grin.
"Jerk." Sam replied.
"You're both assholes, now get me to a room… I need sleep." I demanded. They both laughed.
"Yeah okay kiddo." Dean said.
We waited till we at least crossed the state line. I was so tired.
"Em… wake up." Sam said shaking me awake for the thousandth time.
"I'm up." I said barely forming the words.
"We're here kiddo, got the keys." Dean said as he opened my door. I went to climb out but immediately lost my balance and began to fall face first towards the dirt, luckily big arms caught me before I did.
"Whoa… okay, how bout I just carry you." Dean offered. I nodded weakly. He laid me on the bed and it was the most comfortable thing I've ever felt in my life. I mean. It probably wasn't really. It was probably lumpy and gross. But I was THAT tired.
"Em we gotta clean this up." Sam said as he examined my head again. I flinched as he touched it.
"Noooo… just let me sleep." I whined.
"Emily." He said sounding annoyed.
"Fine…" I got up and sat against the headboard, letting Sam clean up the wound to the side of my head and swipe some disinfectant across my neck.
"Dam kiddo he really worked you over." Sam said as he finished up.
"Yeah, well. Shit happens."
"I guess… kinda makes me wish I'd let Dean just kill him." Sam said causing me to chuckle.
"Sammy… why did you leave." I asked barely able to keep my eyes open.
"Em. I just… I don't want to become something bad. I don't want to hurt you two, or get you hurt by putting you two in the middle of it all. I thought maybe it was safer for us all if I just split off. Kept the focus on me, away from you."
"Sammy… you're never safer alone. Ever. You need us… and we need you."
"I know Em. I'm sorry." He said as he wrapped his long arms around me. It was so warm and comfortable. I never wanted to let go. I could sleep here for days.
"How you holding up with all this?" He asked me.
"I'm not really… you two are the ones holding me up. Literally." I giggled.
"I don't know Sam. Its just a lot to take in. There so much we don't know about it… but I do know that you're not a bad person. You never will be. Your too good for your own good." I said grinning up at him.
"Yeah. Okay. Now I know you have a concussion." He said rolling his eyes.
"Yeah well. Concussion or not I'm going to fall asleep eventually."
"Well at least go get changed first." Sam said helping me to stand. When I got out of the bathroom Dean was already passed out asleep and Sam was waiting for me outside the door. Making sure I safely made it across the room. I laid down and he climbed in after me.
"Sammy…" I whispered after a minute or two.
"Yeah kiddo?"
"We're gonna be okay."
I don't know if I was saying it to convince him… or myself.