Author's note: Okay guys we are 3 chapters away from the finale including this one! I'm super excited to write it! I hope it pleases you all and I'm happy to FINALLY get to reveal what 'powers' Em might get, also very early season 3 we WILL get to find out what happened to Em to cause her panic attacks. Thanks for being patient and keeping up with the story! We broke 100 reviews! I love you guys so much, all your kind words keep me writing! Sorry its taking so long to update, we moved into our new house and have no internet until the 21st so I'm having to go to my parent's house to upload the chapters. Please bear with me, once I have my own internet again things will speed back up.
"Dean please… it's just down the road." I sighed.
"No. You can wait till me or Sam are ready to go." He mumbled handing me another gun to clean. My gun was getting dirty so Dean felt that we needed to clean ALL of the guns today while prepping for our next case. My money's on a werewolf. Sam however lucked out of cleaning because he was 'gathering information' on the vics.
"Dean. Come on, I'll walk. I don't even need the impala!"
"Emily no. You're not leaving our sight EVER again." He said looking me straight in the eye. I sighed and gave up, going back to weapon's cleaning. I guess that's fair.
"So." Dean said turning back to Sam. "This lawyer guy the first heart-free corpse in town?"
"First man. Over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw firm conclusions."
"But no hearts?" I asked. Werewolf. I swear it's a wereworlf.
"No hearts. They were all hookers working Hunter's Point. Now, cops are trying to keep things under wrap, but they're looking for a serial killer." Sam said.
"And the lunar cycle?" I asked with eyebrows raised.
"Mm-hmm. Yeah, month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon." Sam said smiling at me, obviously thinking the same thing I was.
"Which is this week, right?" Dean asked. "
"Hence the lawyer."
"Awesome." I smiled.
"Emily, could you be a bigger geek about this? You and Dean both are over there grinning like idiots."
"I'm sorry, man, but what about "a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight" don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven't seen one since we were kids." Dean said grinning.
"And uh, I've never seen one!" I added.
"Okay, Princess. And you know what? After we kill it, we can go to Disneyland." Sam mocked. I threw a rag at his face and he laughed at my expression.
"You know what the best part about it is? We already know how to bring these suckers down." Dean grinned digging out a silver bullet. "One of these bad boys right to the heart. So, what's our next move?"
"Talk to the girl who found the body."
"Alright De. Last gun." I said handing it to him. "Now can you please take me down the road to the store. I seriously need some tampons."
Sam cringed slightly and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Yeah yeah yeah." Dean groaned putting away the rest of the guns and grabbing the keys.
It was a short drive to the small store down the road. When we pulled up there was a familiar rumble, and with it my head snapped to the left. I spotted the large black truck, and my heart jumped and sank all in one swift motion, I don't know why I expected him to climb out of it… I know its not him. But I still held my breath until I saw the old man climb out of it, completely oblivious to the fact that I was watching.
I sighed and looked away from the truck, not realizing Dean had been trying to get my attention.
"EMILY!" He said snapping his fingers in front of my face, causing me to jump slightly. I startled and turned towards him.
"What!" I said wide eyed.
"What the hell are you looking at?"
"Nothing, I'll be right back…" I groaned and moved to get out of the car. I expected to go in alone, but Dean quickly exited the car when I did, I noticed him stand and look over the hood of the impala and past me, his eyes also landing on the truck. I watched his face sink a little before looking back at me.
"Emil-"
"Come on Dean… lets just go." I said as I walked inside, knowing he was trailing behind me.
I went straight for tampons, he went straight for pie. Go figure.
I grabbed my necessities and a king sized Hershey's bar before making my way to the counter, Dean meeting with me halfway. I smiled slightly as he held up a box of nerds and grinned. He knows they're my favorite, but only the pinks.
"We can even make Sam pick out all the purple ones." He teased, making a small giggle rise to my lips. We waited in line and I watched as the old man paid for his beer and climbed back in his truck. Deans arm found its way over my shoulder and I leaned into him.
The drive back to the motel was silent, I got there and changed for bed. Grabbing my box of nerds and sliding my legs under the blankets.
"…Does it ever get easier?" I asked out loud as Sam and Dean were getting ready for bed. Sam didn't look surprised by my question so I'm sure Dean told him about the truck.
"Yeah Em it does." Sam said sitting on the bed across from me.
"When?" I mumbled pouring a handful of pink nerds into my hands, picking at them a few at a time.
"We don't know kiddo… its different for everyone." Dean said flopping down on his belly next to me and opening his mouth- insisting I share my candy. I popped open the purple side and watched as he rolled his eyes, but still graciously accepted them when I dumped them in his mouth.
"I feel like part of me is stuck in that truck… with him. Does that make me sound pathetic?"
"No. I still feel like part of me was buried when Jessica was. It just… takes time. Slowly you'll feel that part of you find its way back." Sam said with a small encouraging smile.
"I still get the urge to call him… he's still the first person I want to tell when something happens. He's the first person I wanna call when I'm upset. I just… miss having him in my life." I mumbled, Dean rolled over and sat up beside me. I instantly leaned across him with my pillow and let him trace his fingers across my back.
"Kiddo I know its not the same thing… but Sammy and I are here for you. So come to us when you feel like that."
"I know De… its just. Different. I just. I feel like had I just not gone and seen him, not screwed everything up. I'd still have him."
"Emily you and him were struggling in the situation you were in… it wasn't getting any better. Even if you hadn't gone to see him. I honestly don't think it would've worked out. Long distance is hard. Lying to him was hard for you. You and I both know going to see him was the only thing you could do to save your relationship. Which is why you were so set on going."
"…Since when are you the one so in touch with my feelings De? I thought that was Sammy's job." I said surprised by his words.
"I'm not in touch with your feelings weirdo. I just know what was going on in that head of yours. In case you forgot- no one knows you better than me."
"Maybe I should just become a lesbian…" I mumbled. Sam and Dean both snorted and Dean laughed.
"I don't think that would spare your feelings any. Women are cruel. Trust me." Sam warned.
"True… If I dated a girl and our cycle's synced… it'd be a nightmare." I pondered out loud.
"Oh. Okay… Gross. Can we just NOT cross into that territory?" Dean asked cringing. Sam laughed but looked just as disgusted.
I laughed thoroughly entertained by the boy's disgusted looks. I drifted into a dreamless sleep not long after. Three days… three days and so far not one dream. Not one nightmare. But every second that I'm awake. I'm missing him.
The next day I woke up and the boys were already in their monkey suits. Shit. I hate the monkey suits. I mean who wears skirts anymore? Really?
"I dressed into the pencil skirt, white blouse, and matching blazer, and attempted to slide on the heels.
"De." I groaned. "These shoes won't go on. My feet are swollen. Can I just wear converse?"
"Are you kidding me? Converse with a business suit?"
"Hey. Until you deal with this shit you don't get to judge. You're lucky I'm wearing this thing at all. I'm so bloated I could pass for pregnant in this tight ass thing."
"Well sweetheart you're then one who fought to get the tight skirt. Now get up and own it… No converse."
I mumbled a string of not so friendly names under my breath as I forced the heels on- and then snuck the converse into the impala in my bag.
I glared at Dean as I stomped my way through the parking lot, emphasizing my distaste for the heels today.
"Really Em?" Sam asked sarcastically.
"Shut up Sam."
I took my place in the backseat and waited till the boys were preoccupied to sneakily switch out my shoes. When we climbed out of the car the boys didn't even notice my sudden height drop of at least 2 inches. I grinned to myself as I followed them into the building and watched as Dean knocked on the door of the young woman's apartment.
When it opened I was surprised, she was pretty. Really pretty. Not like, packed on the make up, spend 4 hours getting ready every day pretty, but that natural beauty that you're either born with, or you're not. She was.
"Hi, can I help you?" She asked politely. I knew Dean would be the one to speak up, but I was surprised when Sam beat him to it.
"Yes, Umm, Madison, we're with the police department, we'd like to ask you a few questions about a recent death at your office." He said kindly, his eyes boring into hers. Oh. Yeah. He's noticed how pretty she is too. I watched as Dean's face recomposed from surprise to professional.
"I don't understand. I already gave my statement." She said confused looking between the three of us.
"Right, well, we just need to verify a few things. " Sam said cutting off Dean for the second time. I had to hold back my grin. I like this Sam. He takes charge. There were footsteps from inside the apartment moving towards the door, Madison opened it and introduced us to the man inside.
"This is my neighbor, Glen. Glen, this is Detective… "
"Landis. And Detective Dante. Oh, and our intern Mrs. Cramer." Dean said almost a little too fast, obviously trying to beat Sam to it. I lightly kicked his heel, telling him to back off and let Sam take lead on this one.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you to it." Glen said as he nodded and walked past us all with a polite smile.
"Okay. Thanks for the casserole." Madison smiled at him.
"Oh, how thoughtful." I mumbled. Cheesy really. Dean quickly threw an elbow at me.
"Just call if you need anything." Glen reiterated before closing his door across the hall.
"He's sweet. He came over to check on me. Have – have a seat." She opened the door and waved us in, we all sat around her kitchen table.
"You must be pretty shaken up. You were Nate Mulligan's assistant, right?" Sam asked.
"For two years, yeah."
"So, you knew all about him?"
"Probably knew more about him than he did. Nate was…" She smiled slightly uneasy. "He was nice."
"But?" Dean prodded. Realizing there was more to the story. I pretended to take notes as the boys spoke.
"Nothing, really. I – He had a few scotches in him, and he'd started hitting on anyone in a five-mile radius. You know the type."
"Yeah. I do, actually." I answered quickly. Sam and Dean both kicked me under the table as they drooled over the woman. Pathetic.
"Did, uh, did he have any enemies?" Sam asked getting Madison's attention back on him.
"What do you mean? It sure looked like an animal attack."
"No, yeah, we're just covering all the bases. Anyone that might have had a beef with him – a former client, an ex?" Dean asked. Madison's face faltered for a moment, but it was enough to catch.
"What is it Madison?" Sam asked gently, wooing her with his puppy dog eyes. I could puke… or maybe… I'm just jealous and missing Luke. My sudden revelation made me more ready to leave then I already was.
"Well, this is embarrassing, but my ex-boyfriend, Kurt—"
"Kurt have a last name?" Dean interrupted.
"Mueller. After we broke up, he went kind of nuts. He's… well, he's kind of been stalking me. He got it in his head that something was going on between Nate and I. He showed up at my office."
"What happened?"
"Kurt got into it with Nate, threw a punch before security grabbed him. I was lucky to keep my job."
"When was the last time you saw Kurt?"
"A few nights ago. Actually, the night Nate died. We were all grabbing drinks at this bar, and Kurt showed up." She shook her head, obviously not happy reliving the memory.
"And?" I pushed.
"Nothing. It was ... like he was watching me. Then he was gone. To tell you the truth… he scares me."
Well. She said the magic words. She's scared. Guess who just became target number one in the mind of the two Winchester men who obviously find this woman extremely attractive. Especially Sam. He visibly tensed at her admission of fear.
"Well, I guess that's all we need for now. Thank you for your time." I said standing with a polite smile, the boys unwillingly followed and Madison walked us back out to the hallway.
"Nice shoes, heels are overrated." She said as we walked out. I smiled, even though I'm busted, at least this chick was cool.
"I couldn't agree more." I said before leading the boys down the hall, Madison watched for a moment before closing her door.
"Seriously?! When did you even change shoes?" Dean asked once we hit the stairwell.
"In the car. You two were too busy drooling over Madison to notice I guess."
"What? We were not drooling. We're just doing our job." Sam said defensively.
"Uh huh." I grinned as we walked outside.
"Sam you were drooling just a hair, might wanna get that.. right, there." Dean teased reaching over pretending to wipe his chin. Sam swatted at his hand.
"So, what do we think?" I asked getting us back on track.
"Stalker ex-boyfriend? He hates the boss. And he was there that night." Dean said.
"Think he's our dog-faced boy?" I asked excitedly.
"Well, it's a theory." Sam admitted.
"We've had worse." Dean pointed out.
"Yeah." I agreed.
"What do you say we pay Kurt a visit?" Dean and I smiled widely, but Sam couldn't deny that this was shaping up to look more and more like our wolf man.
We had to kill some time till the sun went down, so we went to do what Winchesters do best. Eat. This place was more of a bigger city than we were used to, so there were dive bars and pubs on every corner, cafés with outside seating along the sidewalks, and a fancy restaurant here and there. I opted for a small café, but Dean demanded the pub. Shocking, I know.
I looked around the bar as my brothers and I all picked at our food. Couples… couples everywhere. Couples kissing, dancing, talking… fighting. I mean I even miss FIGHTING with him. How pathetic is that?
You know what I really miss… the sex. It was only one time. But I mean, do you need more than one time to realize that you REALLY. Really. Reeeeeally enjoy sex. Its like a high for your body. I want it back.
I just couldn't tear my eyes away from everyone else's happiness. I wanted to drown them all in their own mushy gushy bullshit feelings.
"Hello?! Earth to Em." Sam said as he waved his hand in front of me.
"Yeah huh, what?" I asked annoyed.
"Em. Do you wanna leave?" He asked softly, realizing what I was looking at.
"No. Sam. Just… No." I groaned and went back to eating my fries, pretending to look over something in the files we had.
I glanced up and realize they were doing that thing where they talk without actually talking to each other.
"Okay. I really fucking hate it when you do that. Its quite obvious you're talking ABOUT ME! So stop and just talk outloud!"
"Its just that we're worried about you kiddo. Maybe you should sit this one out." Dean said hesitantly.
"Um, and miss getting to kill a fucking werewolf?! I don't think so. If you think I can't do the job then just say so! Don't blame it on this shit with Luke!" I said angrily.
"Whoa, Em that's not even what we're saying!" Sam said.
"Oh yeah, sure sounds like it? You think I can't handle it? Think I'm too weak? Well screw you both. I'll kill the bastard myself!" I said standing and stomping off, walking towards Kurt's apartment building in the cold.
It wasn't hard to notice the two giants that were following me at a distance, but I chose to ignore that. I pulled out my lock pick and began picking my way into Kurt's building. We were almost in when there were sudden gunshots and a scream from around the corner, we took off running, and I beat the boys to the bloodied body of a police officer behind the dumpster.
"I'd say Kurt's looking more and more like our Cujo." Dean said leaning down and examining the body.
"Dean, if he's out here, we better check on Madison." Sam said.
"Oh please… just because you've got a hard on for her doesn't mean we have to rush over there." I snapped crossing my arms.
"What the hell is your problem? You and I both know that if Kurt is the guy than Madison is a target." He replied.
"You're my problem!" I yelled at him, he was preparing to yell back before Dean cut in.
"Hey! That's enough! We're on the job, now act like it… lets go." Dean said grabbing my arm and dragging me to the car, an angry Sam following behind us.
When we got there Sam basically ran up the stairs, knocking loudly on the door.
"What's going on?" A male voice from behind us called as Madison opened her door. Glen.
"Police business, Glen." Dean answered shortly.
"What is it?" Madison asked.
"Well, maybe we should talk privately." Sam said glancing between her and Glen. She opened the door and led us inside.
"Can I get you some coffee?"
"That'd be great thanks." Dean answered.
"Has Kurt been here?" Sam asked.
"Not exactly." Madison sighed.
"What exactly does "not exactly" mean?" I asked trying to hide my annoyance at her vague answer. Dean kicked me and shot me a warning look. I flipped him the bird without anyone else but him noticing.
"Well, he was outside last night. Just…looking. Just looking at me. Has he done something?"
"We're not really sure." Sam admitted.
"It's probably nothing, but… we just don't wanna take any chances. In fact, one of us should probably stay here with you? Just in case he stops by. Where does he work?" Dean asked.
"He owns a body shop."
"You mind grabbing that address for us?" She nods and walks away
"All right, you go. I'll stay." Sam quickly said. Imagine my surprise. I gagged a little eliciting a glare from him.
"Forget that. You go after the creepy ex. I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick." Dean argued.
"Dude, why do you always get to hang out with the girls?"
"'Cause I'm older."
"No, screw that. We settle this the old-fashioned way."
"Just hurry before I kick you both out and stay here myself." I groaned. They quickly set down their coffee and readied themselves for rock paper scissors. Dean of course is predictable. Sam's got this one in the bag. They flip on three, Sam smiles.
"Dean, always with the scissors." Sam said slapping him on the shoulder.
"Shut up, shut up. Two out of three." Dean demanded. But yet again- predictable.
"Dammit!" He said as Sam's rock smashed his scissors.
"Bundle up out there, all right?" Sam said with a victorious grin. I pulled Dean towards the door.
"Hey Em." Sam called out.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"Just... be careful okay?" He said concerned.
"Yeah." I said looking down at my feet and following Dean out the door. I hate it when he tries to be nice to me when I'm mad. It always works. DAMMIT!
Dean and I drove over to Kurt's body shop and I asked to stay in the car, I just wanted to be alone for five minutes. Dean didn't argue, but eyed me carefully before getting out of the car and walking in.
Once he was out of sight… I pulled out my phone. I don't know why, but I just had to check and see. I dialed the number and hit call.
Unsurprising disappointment filled me as the recording again reminded me that this number is not in service, leaving no option for a forwarding number. I hung up and sighed, laying my head against the window and shutting my eyes. I just want to hear his voice. I just want him to tell me he still loves me. That he misses me… I just want him back.
But the memories flood back to me and make me nauseous. Reminding me why I said goodbye in the first place. Its hard when the biggest battle your fighting is with yourself. Do I allow my selfishness to put him in danger? Or my love for him to torture me as I try and move on without him. This sucks ass. I jumped slightly as the door opened and Dean sat down inside.
"Find him?" I asked not meeting his eyes.
"Nope… you good?"
"Yep." I said popping the p at the end.
Dean sighed, indicating he knew I was lying, but he didn't push. Instead he pulled out his phone and put it on speaker.
"Hello?" Sam answers stiffly.
"Let me guess. You're sitting on her couch like a stiff, trying to think of something to say."
"Did you find Kurt?"
"No, he hasn't been at work all week. But because I'm good, and I mean really, really good, I got a line on where he might be… What's she wearing?"
"Bye, Dean." Sam said briefly before hanging up.
"Oh, Sammy." Dean chuckled… but I didn't. Guess my sense of humor is lacking today.
"So where is he?" I asked.
"…You're not gonna like it." Dean admitted.
"Why is that?"
"He's at a strip club."
"And you thought tits would offend me or something?" I snapped. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. Stupid uterus.
"No… I didn't. I just didn't think you'd find the thought of going to a strip club with your brother appealing." He snapped back.
"Whatever Dean! Just drive." I groaned leaning forward and turning the radio up as loud as it would go, ending the conversation. Dean shook his head and mumbled something, but I really didn't care what it was.
The strip club wasn't far away. I got out and followed Dean in, grabbing a fake Id from the glove box.
"You stay by my side at all times… some guy even LOOKS at you wrong, and you tell me. Got it?"
"I can handle myself. I'm wearing a long sleeve skynrd shirt and jeans, Dean. Not much to look at."
"You heard me." He warned leading us inside. This place was gross. It was smoky inside and reeked of alcohol, like it had been spilt hundreds of times on the neon confetti carpet. It was dim, but the stage was lit brightly with neon colors, men sat around it like a buffet. Disgusting. I rolled my eyes as Dean made his way to the stage.
"Really Dean, you couldn't just grab a table?!"
"Incase you forgot… we're here to find Kurt." He snapped, nodding at the man directly across form us. Kurt. Shit…
"Well I can see Kurt just fine from the table over there." I growled as I got up and walked away. Dean grabbed my arm.
"I'm serious Em. Anyone comes near you, you holler at me. I'm watching you" Dean said low, close to my ear so I could hear him over the music. I ripped my arm from his grasp and walked away. Sitting in a booth within his range of sight, also leaving me the chance to watch Kurt.
It was about 5 minutes before the waitress approached me, her tits hanging out and her too short shorts letting her ass cheeks hang out.
"Can I get you anything sweetie?" She asked kindly.
"Whisky on the rocks, please." I said looking her up and down.
She nodded and walked away. Dean looked back at me, then at Kurt… then at the stripper that came out on stage. What a pig. I watched him make a phone call- probably to Sam, and toss a few bills to the woman who danced in front of him.
"Here ya go hun." The waitress said as she set my drink down in front of me.
"Thanks." I said eyeing her outfit again.
"… I know what you're thinking. But the tips kick ass. I don't have to get on stage, but still make almost half of what the girls up there do every night. Trust me. Its not as bad as it seems." She said catching me off guard. I felt guilty for a moment, judging her. I smiled slightly and looked down before looking up to her again.
"Wanna sit for a minute, I'm sure you could use a break from all these assholes." I offered. She laughed and nodded, sitting across from me.
"So why are you here darling. You're no where near 21, and you're definitely not a lesbian or you'd been eyeing me for a totally different reason."
"You know I'm not 21 but you give me whiskey anyways?" I questioned. She shrugged.
"I guess I know everyone has bad days." She finally said.
"My brother's at the stage over there… I just got stuck tagging along."
"Ah, I see. So why the whiskey?" She prodded. I sat for a minute deciding how I wanted to answer her.
"…rough break-up."
"Oh darling, we've all been there. I tell you what. That one's on me. How old are you anyways?"
"16."
"Well, trust me when I say you've got your whole life ahead of you. Someone else will come along. I promise. And then he'll break your heart too.. and maybe another. But eventually. You'll find a good one."
"What if you already lost a good one?"
"Well. Those are a little tougher to understand. I'm guessing you dumped him?"
"Yeah." I sighed taking a drink.
"Did you have a good reason for doing it?"
"Yes." I answered without hesitation. I know I did what was right for him.
"Then eventually you'll believe that and it won't be so hard, but at first. Nothing will make sense. You'll question every decision for a while. You'll call him. Again and again… but it doesn't help."
"What helps?" I finally asked.
"Me paying for another drink." She said noting my empty glass. I smiled as she got up and walked away, only dropping off my second drink with a smile before moving on to the next table.
I glanced up to find Dean watching me, I took a long sip. Knowing he would probably come and take it away from me the moment he realized what it was. It burned all the way down but it felt refreshing in a way. Like it was burning away all the shit between me and Luke.
Dean stood and walked towards me, one more long sip. As he sat in front of me he slid the glass over to him and raised it, sniffing what was inside. He looked at me and tossed back the glass, finishing it off before sliding it back to me.
"Okay. Talk."
"Dean. Can we just not?"
"So you'll talk to a random waitress, but not to me?"
I looked at him and rolled my eyes.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to tell me why you're on Sam's ass. He's got a thing for the girl, so what? Since when are you all about ruining Sam's fun? Let him give a lady some attention. You know how much he needs this after Jessica."
I felt guilty… Dean was right. Sam did need this. It was good for him. But it was so hard to watch.
"I just. I don't know De… its like watching him. Or anyone- even you and the stripper. I just want them to feel as miserable as I do." I said, lowering my voice to a whisper at the end. "I'm a terrible person, right?"
"No kiddo. You're not. You're just hurt, pain makes people do weird things."
"I just want it to go away."
"It will… over time. Till then, you gotta learn not to take this shit out on Sam, or me if you don't mind. I kinda enjoy the stripper."
I giggled.
"I'm sorry De."
"Hey- don't say it to me… Say it to Sammy."
I sighed and looked around, noticing that Kurt was up and moving.
"De, look." I said pointing.
"Looks like its time to go, you in?" He said standing and extending his hand .
"Yeah. I'm down. Lets get us a wolf." I said with a cheeky grin, he laughed and pulled me out of the booth, we slowly followed Kurt to the parking lot. Watching him and the skank he was with barely make it to the car with their clothes on. We waited till they left the parking lot to follow after in the impala, we stayed 2 or 3 cars back so that we wouldn't be seen. Then we posted up where we could see Kurt's apartment from the street.
"Do we really have to watch this? I mean. Its like a bad porno."
"How bout you stop watching." He said shielding my eyes with his hand.
"De. Not a virgin anymore. Really no need to shield me here. I get the picture."
"Don't remind me please." He mumbled.
Kurt walked over and shut the curtains some, but still leaving enough open to catch glimpses here and there. I had just settled in the seat and began to doze off when Dean tapped my shoulder.
"Hey. Someone's screaming, lets go!"
Dean charged in, kicking in the door and I could hear the glass crunching under someone's weight in the bedroom. Another scream erupted, this one a man's we opened the door to find Kurt bloody and dead on the floor- along with his 'date'. Even more disturbing was the woman standing over him, well… the wolf-woman. Before I could gather my thoughts to realize who it was, she charged me and I went sailing into the wall. Everything went dark.
When I came to the sunlight was coming in through the window. I looked up and met the face of the woman Kurt brought home, but it was splattered in blood. I quickly jumped back, hitting the wall that was now cracked from the force of my body being thrown into it. I looked around, blood everywhere.
Dean.
"Dean! Dean!" I said frantically crawling over to him.
"De wake up!" I said shaking him, he finally stirred and then jumped awake.
"Em? Where is she?" He asked looking around.
"She's gone I guess. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah… what about you, let me see your head." He said tipping it to where he could see the bruises forming.
"I'm fine De… we gotta call Sammy. I think it was Madison."
"It was." He said dialing his phone and putting it on speaker.
"Dean, you guys okay?" Sam said answering the phone.
"Yeah, now that we're conscious. The werewolf knocked us out. Sam, it's Madison."
"What?!"
"Yeah, awesome job of keeping an eye on her." I said.
"Em, I've been here the whole time. She's in bed, asleep."
"Well, she wasn't an hour ago. Check her right arm below her elbow. I nicked her with a silver knife." Dean instructed. But instead of replying Sam hung up the phone.
"Shit… that can't be good. We gotta go." I said pulling on Dean's arm and running out to the car.
Dean sped the entire way back to Madison's apartment. When we walked in Madison was tied to a chair in the kitchen, crying. Looking lost and confused. Sam looked upset. Can't say I blame him. I'd be upset it my crush turned out to be a monster.
"How you doin'? My head feels great, thanks." Dean said sarcastically to Madison.
"We've gotta talk." Sam said instantly pulling us into another room. "She says she has no idea what I'm talking about."
"She's lying." I said as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet.
"Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, you know? Maybe – maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out."
"Like a really hot Incredible Hulk. Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn't sound rash and unconscious." Dean argued.
"Yeah, but what if it was, Dean? I mean, what if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? Hell, the cop, too."
"What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?" I asked crossing my arms. Sam rolled his eyes at me.
"Look, I just… I don't know, there, there, there was something in her eyes." Sam pleaded.
"Yeah, she's killing people!" I argued.
"But if she has no control over it—"
"Exactly. She can't control it. Even if she's telling the truth, it's not gonna change anything." Dean interrupted.
"I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening." Sam said firmly.
"Sam, she's a monster, and you're feeling sorry for her?" I asked.
"Maybe I understand her." I rolled my eyes and looked down the floor letting out a deep sigh. "Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her." Sam stated.
"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Dean asked.
"Does someone want to share?" I asked looking between them.
"Dad's theory – "lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline"." Sam said reading from the journal.
"MIGHT have a cure. Meaning , who the hell knows?" Dean retorted.
"It's worth a shot."
"We don't even know where to start looking, all right? I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It could've been years ago."
"No. I don't think so." Sam said before turning back to the kitchen, Dean and I followed him.
"Madison, when were you mugged?" She didn't answer him. "Please. It's important, all right? Just answer the question."
"About a month ago." She said hesitantly.
"Did you see the guy?"
"No. He grabbed me from behind."
"Did he bite you?" I asked.
"How did you know that?" she answered after a moment of staring at me.
"Where?"
"On, on the back of my neck."
Dean and Sam moved to inspect the scar.
"Oh, that's just a love bite. Believe me, that could have been a lot worse. Where were you at the time?" Dean asked.
"Walking home from a friend's loft."
"Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter's Point?" Sam then said with a cocky smile looking between Dean and I. Madison nodded.
"The same place where those other murders happened. I'm telling you, it's a werewolf's hunting grounds." Sam said turning back to face Dean and Me.
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it's gonna be out there tonight." I pointed out.
"It's the right time of the lunar cycle. Look, I know it's a long shot."
"Hey, you're forgetting something. Maddie's probably gonna turn soon, all right? We can't just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet." Dean added.
"I'll stay with her."
"And if she busts loose?" Dean asked. Sam looked away in silence.
"Sam?" Dean asked again expectantly.
"Then I'll do it. I'll shoot her, all right? But Dean, I need you to go out there. At least go look for the thing. Dean, please. We can save this girl."
"…Fine." Dean said after a long pause. Sam nodded thankfully and Dean turned to leave. I went to follow but stopped.
"Sammy… I'm sorry." I said facing him. He smiled and wrapped me in a hug.
"I know kiddo, its okay."
"I'm just having a hard time with all this, but that doesn't mean I should take it out on you."
"Sometimes its easier to be mean to the people who you know love you, because you know they'll never hold it against you."
"So we're good then?"
"We're always good Em. I love you."
"Love you too Sammy. Becareful with her okay? She's stronger than she looks." I said pointing at my head. He laughed and released me.
"I think I can handle it, you guys be careful too."
I smiled and followed out the door after Dean. Skipping down the hallway to catch up with him.
"Alright we need a plan." Dean said to himself out loud as we walked over to the impala.
"Well we can't exactly leave it to chance and hope some girl is gonna be walking around tonight for bait… so let me do it."
"No way." He said shortly.
"Dean, come on. I can do this. You'll be right there the whole time. I trust you, now trust me." I argued.
"Ugh, I'm gonna regret this." He moaned.
That night we waited till the moon was high in the sky and I took my place in the alley, gun filled with silver bullets. I know Dean is close and watching, but I'm still nervous. I've never faced a werewolf before last night, and uh. That didn't end well.
Every small noise made me want to draw my gun, but I resisted knowing it could give me away. Instead I walked down the dark alley, waiting.
It was only a minute or two before I heard a growl. With a gasp I turned to look behind me… nothing there. I turned back to be faced with fangs and claws. I drew my gun but the wolf quickly slapped it out of my hand. I punched him in the face and turned to run.
"Dea-" I tried to yell but was caught off guard when the werewolf grabbed me and pulled me back, throwing me on the ground and dragging me away.
"Dean!" I screamed. He stopped and turned to me, straddling my body with his legs and crouching down, preparing to kill me.
"Hey!" A loud male voice shouted. The wolf and I both looked at the same time. Dean fired 3 times, each bullet hitting the wolf straight in the chest, he slowly fell off of me and I scrambled back to Dean. He grabbed me and lifted me.
"Are you hurt?! Did he get you?" Dean asked frantically searching me for wounds.
"No. No I'm okay." I said catching my breath. We walked over to the werewolf.
"Dean… its Glen." I said sadly.
He began to change back into human form, gagging on blood.
"It happened ... again. Where am I? H–help me. Oh, God. Oh my God." Glen cried choking on blood. Dean leaned down to him.
"All right, easy, Glen. Just take it easy." Dean said, then the light faded out of his eyes and Glen died.
Dean sighed and stood next to me. "Well kiddo… lets go check on Sam. See if this worked."
I nodded sadly, I kinda felt bad it was Glen. He too seemed to have no idea he was a werewolf. I thought getting to kill this thing would excite me. But instead I just feel sad.
We texted Sam when we pulled out front of Madison's building. He waited till sunrise and then joined us after letting Madison wake up.
He got in and I scooted over to sit in the middle of them, leaning against Dean sleepily.
"So did you get him?" Sam asked.
"Yeah… it was Glen." I answered sadly.
"It was sort of sad, actually. Glen had no clue what was going on. Hey, why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. I mean, he kind of seemed to have a thing for her."
"Maybe his primal instinct did, too. Maybe he was looking for a little, uh, hot breeding action."
"Yeah. Something like that." I snorted at Dean's analogy.
"So?" Dean asked looking at Sam.
"So what?"
"Speaking of Madison …?" He said with eyebrows raised.
"Oh, whatever." Sam shrugged him off.
"Don't "whatever" me, man, you liked her. Maybe, uh—"
"Dean, she thought I was a stark-raving lunatic."
"You saved her life." I added.
"Yeah, but she doesn't know that." Sam said just as Madison appeared at the window. Sam rolled it down and we all looked to her.
"You know, for a stake-out, your car's a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?"
"Honestly? Uh, we're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we've gotta be a hundred percent, so… you know, we're ... lurking." I said nonchalantly. Hoping it would sound the least creepy coming from me rather than the boys. Madison just nodded and sighed.
"I know this sounds crazy." Sam admitted.
"Sure does. Well, if we're gonna wait it out… we might as well do it together." Madison suggested. We all followed back up to her apartment.
"You were telling the truth, weren't you? About everything. What you did – it was to help me." Madison suddenly said to Sam as she closed the door.
"Yeah."
"I did all of those horrible things … when I turned."
"You didn't know." Sam said full of sympathy.
"So, when will we know for sure? Moonrise?"
"No, I don't think so. You turned middle of the night last night. I think we've gotta hang in until sun-up."
Dean nodded in agreement.
"Well, it looks like we've got ourselves a few hours to kill. Poker, anyone?" Dean asked with a grin, pulling out a deck of cards.
Throughout the day and night we played cards- awkwardly. Dean ran out for food, pizza of course. We took turns sleeping. But I spent most of my time watching Sam and Madison interact. It wasn't just that he was into her… its that they were into each other. Longing looks, jumpy when they accidentally brush against each other, Madison making sure to bump against him more than necessary. Sam's smile… his genuine happy smile. I love that smile. I love it when he's happy… but all of it makes me feel that much worse. The sun can't rise fast enough.
I'm happy for Sam. I am, its just that I am slowly losing the ability to hide how it makes me feel, and I don't want to ruin this for him.
Finally… we stood at the window and watched the sun come up.
"Does – does this mean it worked?" Madison asked nervously.
"Yeah. I think so." Sam said with a relieved smile.
"Oh, God, thank you. Thank you so much." Madison sighed and hugged Sam. I turned away to not watch, and Dean cleared his throat. I slapped his ribs, what an ass.
"You, too, Dean. Thank you." Madison Laughed. I started walking towards the door.
"Aw, don't mention it… So, we're just gonna head back to the hotel and … watch some movies or something." Dean said awkwardly, realizing that Sam wanted to stay and we were cock-blocking. I grabbed him and pulled him out the door.
"Madison gimme a sec, Emily wait." I heard Sam call out. He pulled me away and into another room.
"Em are you sure you're okay with all this?" He asked me.
"With what?"
"With… me and Madison."
"Oh, Sam. Weird. Don't ask my permission to get laid." I said thoroughly grossed out.
"I'm not. I'm just saying. I can leave if you need me too."
"No. Sam. I don't. I want you happy… the way she makes you smile. I miss seeing that. Really. I'll be okay, I've got Dean. And I know if I need you, you'll be there. Please, don't ruin this thing with Madison because of me." Especially since I struggled all day and night not to ruin it for you.
"Okay kiddo… thank you."
"Okay. Well I'm gonna leave now." I said with a smile and a wink. Sam rolled his eyes and laughed following me out of the room. I walked to Dean and he wrapped an arm around me as we left.
"De. Can we just agree that I should never date again." I sighed as we descended the stairs.
He snorted.
"Yeah right. Like that's gonna happen."
"Hey. You asshole, I'm pretty determined when I set my mind to something."
"Not boys."
"Well I don't know what else to do."
"Just give it time Em. You've gotta have some patience, granted that was never a Winchester's strong suit. Its hard, but you'll get through it."
Dean and I went back to the motel after grabbing lunch at the diner in town. It was a quiet day… too quiet. Until there was someone banging on the door.
I quickly grabbed my gun and Dean jumped up to answer it.
"Sam?" He said opening the door.
"She – she turned." He said breathless.
"What?"
"I couldn't grab her in time."
"We'll find her, Sammy." Dean said as we all rushed out the door and down the steps of the motel.
"I already called Bobby. He doesn't know anything. Except he knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. That's everyone. They all say it's impossible to reverse it."
"How come she didn't turn when we were with her?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"So, what, you put her to bed and then she wolfed out? Maybe she's gotta be asleep to turn." Dean guessed.
"What the hell does it matter, Dean? Look, we've gotta find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something." Sam said frantic.
"If there was, don't you think someone we know would've known it?" Dean asked.
"Well, then we have to look harder! Until we find something." Sam yelled.
"Sammy, I don't think we've got a choice here anymore." I said softly reaching for his hand.
"What?" He said pulling away from me.
"I hate to say it. She's a sweet girl, but Em is right, part of her is—" Dean started.
"Evil?" Sam finished angry.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, that's what they say about me, Dean! So me you won't kill, but her you're just gonna blow away?"
"Sam stop! Its not the same thing." I quickly said cutting in before we get into THIS fight all over again.
Sam's phone began to ring, he answered it immediately.
"Madison, where are you?... Well, do you see any street signs?... All right, hold on, Maddie. We're coming to get you, just stay where you are."
Sam ran to the impala and we followed, it wasn't long till we were picking up a pretty much naked Madison. I lent her some clothes out of the trunk for the drive back to her apartment. When we walked in my heart felt heavy, like an anvil. I know what has to be done, and I can tell by the look on her face the whole drive over here, that she knows it too.
"I don't remember anything. I probably killed someone last night. Didn't I?" She asked.
"There's no way to know yet." Dean answered.
"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" She asked, but she already knew the answer.
"We'll find something. I mean, there's gotta be some answer, somewhere." Sam said hopeful, taking her hand in his own. It ripped me up to know how much this was gonna hurt him.
"That's not entirely true. Madison, you deserve to know. We've scoured every source. There's just no cure." I said quietly.
"Is – is she right?" She asked looking up to Sam. Tears filled his eyes and he began to get choked up, he turned away from her. Unable to answer.
"Well, we could lock you up at night, but … you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies… I'm sorry. I am." Dean said earnestly. Madison began to cry.
"So, I guess that's all there is to it, then." She finally sighed.
"Stop it. Don't talk like that." Sam said turning back to her.
"Sam, I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you." She said reaching for the gun as tears fell down her face.
"Put that down." Sam told her.
"I can't do it myself. I need you to help me." She whispered handing it do him.
"Madison, no." Sam pleaded.
"Sam… I'm a monster."
"You don't have to be. We could find a way, all right? I can. I'm gonna save you."
Madison began to cry harder, but tried to regain her composure.
"You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you."
Oh no… Sam. My heart began to sink, he can't do this. I can't let him do this.
"I can't." He whispered back.
"I don't wanna die. I don't. But I can't live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I'm asking you to save me."
Sam shook his head, Dean stepped towards them and slowly took the gun from Madison. Sam walked into another room. I followed, and then Dean.
Sam turned to us, tears fighting to fall. I know he was trying so hard.
"Sammy. I'm so sorry." I whispered holding back tears of my own.
"No, you're right. She's right."
"Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it." Dean offered.
"She asked me to."
"But. You don't have to." I said reaching out to him.
"Yes, I do. Please." He said reaching out for the gun, tears finally breaking loose and falling down his face. "Just wait here." He asked quietly. Dean nodded. I went to stand by Dean as Sam walked towards the kitchen. He stopped, and turned to face Dean and I. Losing his composure. He shook, and the tears streamed down his face. His quivering lip catching some of them. Everything in me broke for him. He finally looked away and walked back into the kitchen. I turned and buried my face in Dean's chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me… I felt us both flinch at the sound of the gunshot.
A tear fell against my shoulder. Dean's.
I know I bitched and whined about wanting people to feel as miserable as I did… but I never wanted this.