Author's Note: Hey guys… sorry it took so long to get this one up! Its been a busy week, I started back school and that on top of work kept me busy. I also ran into a little writer's block on where I wanted to go next with introducing some new characters. I hope you guys like this! Sorry for any mistakes… its long and I'm not proofreading before posting because its 1 am and I'm tired. But don't want to keep it from you all any longer! Please review and let me know what you guys think! I love you all so much! Thank you for your kind words and support! It means the world to me!
"Sam. Dean's never going to go for this… I mean. I'm barely with you." I whispered to him angrily.
"Look I know its not perfect, okay? Hell its not even good but… it's a chance. I mean we've found nothing so far. Can we really afford to turn her help away?"
I looked over to the blonde woman in the corner of the room. She was a bitch to be quite honest. She was staring at us, trying to listen in on our hushed conversation. When Sam said he had an ace up his sleeve I never dreamed it was a fucking demon. Demons are the reason we're in this mess so I'm not exactly jumping at the opportunity to work with one.
"What do you want in return?" I asked her.
"I have my reasons. Not all demons are the same, Emmy Lou. Not all of us want the same thing… Me, I just want to help you out from time to time. I think it could play in my favor."
"Don't call me that." I bit back at her.
"Em, please. Just… trust me and lets see how this one plays out."
"I don't trust her Sam."
"Big shocker there." Ruby said as she rolled her eyes.
"Why don't shut the fuck up and quit pressing your luck." I narrowed my eyes at her, Sam pulling me back by my arm.
"Bring it on princess." She smiled raising her knife and touching it to her cheek seductively.
"That pretty little knife won't save you from me and you know it." I snarled back. She hesitated.
"Look Sam. Call me when you're ready… leave the bitch behind next time." She called before walking out the door.
Sam sighed deeply before his eyes landed back on me.
"She's not gonna help us if we don't let her."
"Sam… I can't. I don't… Ugh! I finally agree to help you again, and you bring me to your secret demon meetings? I mean how many of these have you had?!"
"Just a few… she approached me. I didn't go looking for her."
"Well I'm pretty sure if she came looking for you its not for our benefit, its for hers. I mean what if she's just playing us?"
"Then let her! Hell. I don't care if she is playing me like a Gameboy right now. If it helps save Dean, and the three of us are alive in the end, then I don't care!"
"…Sammy… I'm scared." I whispered. "Demons got us in this mess. What happens if this backfires?"
"Which is exactly why I think we need a demon to get us out of it." He said back to me confidently, putting his hands on either side of my face.
"How do we tell Dean?"
"When he gets back from Lisa's we'll hit the road. He can't run away from us if he's driving the car."
"So what does she know?"
"I don't know… but she led me to some information about Mom."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean. After Mom died… so did EVERYONE she knew. Her friends, doctors, neighbors. Anyone that would have kept up with her. Dead. All in mysterious accidents that couldn't be explained or proven. House fires, car accidents, things like that."
"Why?" I asked horrified.
"I'm trying to find out… Ruby just said it had something to do with us."
"Great… more blood on our hands." I sighed.
"Em. Don't. Just because they're linked to us doesn't mean its our fault. Laying that stuff on your shoulders won't help anything. It'll just hurt you."
"Just for the record, YOU are the one telling him. Got it?"
He laughed, pulling a small smile out of me.
"Yeah, okay. Deal."
That night we waited for Dean to come back and load up the car, he was cheery, and I just knew this would ruin his good mood. But better to get it over with then to let this thing get dragged out. The longer we wait to tell him the angrier he'll be.
"Why are you so quiet back there?" Dean asked as he drove down the road, burrito in one hand and a steering wheel in the other.
"Nothing, just looking out the window."
"You haven't lifted your food to your mouth in five minutes. What could be so interesting in the dark on the side of the road?" He raised an eyebrow at me and I rolled my eyes, taking a bite of my chicken burrito and chewing loudly to emphasize my sarcasm. He rolled his eyes and went back to driving. I met Sam's eyes in his rearview mirror out the window and shot him a pointed look. Better get this over with.
"Dean, I uh. I know you said we should stop looking for ways to help you. But I found something, something that might really help." Sam said hesitantly.
Dean finished his burrito silently and readjusted in his seat before turning to look at Sam.
"Why didn't you stop?"
"Because. I'm not going to stop. Not ever. I will find you a way out of this."
Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head before turning to look back at me.
"And you're still helping? Really? You wanna watch him die a second time?" Dean asked me.
Hurt spread over my face and I quickly looked away from him, wrapping up and setting aside my food. I had efficiently lost my appetite. I curled my knees up as Sam began talking.
"Dean stop! Don't do that to her! You know its not fair and its not gonna happen! Stop scaring her off form helping me save you, she's smart, she's fast and she's got good instincts. I need her help on this. So leave her alone!"
"Dammit Sam, why can't you just leave it be?! Both of you. I told you. Its done. There is nothing left to do!"
"Dean… would you just listen to me for five minutes without interrupting?"
"Fine. Fine… go ahead Einstein. Tell me your genius idea." Dean said waving his hand in the air dramatically.
"I met a girl, she saved my life the night with the deadly sins. When everything calmed down and we were moving bodies, one of them wasn't dead. It was just me, and it got the jump on me. She showed up and stabbed them with this… knife. I don't know how or why, but it killed the demon. Then she ran off. For the last week she's been following me and finally approached me. Her name is Ruby. She said she can help."
"Oh yeah? And how is that."
"She has… inside information. Or can get some at least."
"And how does she have access to more information that any of us? Than Bobby?!"
"Because… She's a demon."
BOOM!
I wish I had words to explain the look on Dean's face right now. He's furious. FURIOUS. Which I knew would happen. Which is why I INSISTED Sammy tell him instead of me.
"I'm sorry. Care to repeat that?" Dean asked him quietly. Sam huffed.
"Dean. Don't be so dramatic." Sam scalded.
"Dramatic?! You're working with a demon and I'm the one being dramatic?!"
"De… please." I sighed. He shot me a warning glare that convinced me to turn back to the window for the rest of the conversation.
"Dean be realistic here. We don't know much about how deals go down. We could use someone who does, someone who can get information directly from the source! She said she could help save you and I'm willing to try!"
"No. Absolutely not."
"Why not Dean?" Sam yelled angrily.
"Because Demon, that's why. I mean the second you find out this Ruby chick is a Demon you go for the holy water! You don't chat!"
"No one was chatting, Dean."
"More like fighting." I added when I evaluated our conversation. Sam and Dean both turned around and shot me the "shut up" look. I complied.
"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to Hell? Em? Got an answer for that one."
"Because –" I tried but was cut off.
"Because she said she might be able to help us out!" Sam yelled.
"How?" Sam had no reply. "No really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us?"
"Dean please… She told us she could help you, Okay? That's all we know." I sighed.
"She said she could help you out of the crossroads deal." Sam added when Dean seemed to not be putting all the pieces together.
"What is wrong with you, huh? She's lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is – it's me. For both of you… What else did she say?"
Neither of us replied immediately. He looked between us expectantly.
"Nothing, OK?! Look I'm not an idiot Dean, I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her. I mean we're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy; we don't know where they are, we don't know what they're doing. I mean, hell, we don't know what they want. Now this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Now yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it."
"And you agree?" Dean turned and asked me.
"Dean. If it can save you… I'll do it." I said feeling exhausted all of a sudden.
"You're okay right, I mean you're feeling okay?" He asked me.
"Yes… Dean. I'm fine. Why?"
He didn't answer, but Sam also turned around and looked at me in concern. A ringing phone thankfully pulled their attention away.
"It's not mine." Sam said holding up his phone, Dean reaches for his.
"Mine either? Em?"
"Nope. Check the glove compartment… It may be Daddy's."
"Dad's?" Sam asked confused.
"Yes, I keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call." Dean said pointing at the glove compartment, Sam reached in and grabbed the ringing phone, answering it immediately.
"Hello? Yes... this is Edgar Cayce... No! No, no, no, don't – don't call the police, I'll handle this myself. Thanks. You know, can you just uh, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. Uhm, I- I uh, I don't have my - my book in front of me, do you- do you have the address so I can... Sure, OK. Go ahead. Right, thanks a lot." Sam writes down some numbers and ends the call.
"Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?" Sam asked Dean.
"What?"
"Outside of Buffalo?"
"No way."
"Yeah. And someone just broke into it."
"Well boys… lets head for Buffalo." I said settling into the seat and trying to get some sleep. I'm still struggling on and off with the nightmares, but it seems to be easier to sleep in the car.
"Hey Em, before you pass out. Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I said confused… what are they talking about?
He looked me up and down for a minute.
"Okay." He finally sighed and turned around, I didn't miss Dean eyeing me in the rearview mirror on and off until I finally fell asleep.
(Dean's POV)
"Dean." Sam said softly. "We have to tell her, its happening more often."
"What, and freak her out more? I don't think so. Leave it alone."
"Dean she's gonna find out eventually."
"She hasn't noticed yet. Just leave it alone. We don't even know what it is."
"Dean. Her eyes get so bloodshot they're practically red. She's gonna notice."
"I just don't get why its happening man, I mean what the hell does that even mean?"
Sam sighed beside me.
"I don't know dude. It could be stress or something, high blood pressure."
"Well maybe we should get her checked out."
Sam snorted.
"Yeah. Hey doc, my sister here just got supernatural abilities and now her eyes are turning red. Think she needs a beta blocker?" He mocked sarcastically.
"Dude, just shut up. Leave it alone for now."
"Fine…"
I looked back glad to see that Emily was sleeping peacefully. Finally. I don't know what it is about driving around that puts her to sleep, but it always does. She could use a few nights in a row of solid constant sleep. I wish I knew what the hell was going on with her. I've got limited time to figure it out and prepare her for how to handle it… that's what I gotta stay focused on. Preparing them. They'll be okay if I can get them ready.
(Emily's POV)
"Kiddo. Wake up. We're here." Dean hollered at me from the front seat. He got out and slammed his door. I looked up to Sam who was sighing and shaking his head.
"Did you two fight the whole time I was asleep?" I asked groggily.
"No… he's just. Still pissed." Sam said. "C'mon Em, lets go see what Dad's got stashed."
I smiled and sat up, stretching my arms. I've been feeling more and more exhausted lately. This lack of sleep is really getting to me I think. Maybe Dean will start sneaking me sleeping pills again.
"Man…" Dean sighed as I caught up to him and Sam.
"What?" I asked.
"Just Dad. You know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man."
"Well, we're about to learn something." Sam replied as Dean began to unlock the padlock and raised up the door. Immediately I notice a large devil's trap spray painted in red. Then bloody footprints.
"There better not be a body in here. That's all I'm saying." I sighed pulling out my flashlight and stepping into the unit. My brothers immediately behind me. Dean walked over and held up a trip wire that had a shotgun rigged to it, obviously whoever broke in fell right into Daddy's trap.
"Whoever broke in here got tagged." Sam announced.
"More than tagged." I added examining the amount of blood.
"Dear old Dad. I got two sets of boot treads here, looks like it was a two-man job. And our friend with the buckshot in him looks like he kept walking." Dean pointed to the footsteps leading back out the door.
"So what's the deal? Dad would do work here or something?" Sam asked.
"Living the high life, as usual." Dean answered.
Dean stepped forward and began pulling things off a shelf… something small and shiny. He mumbled "1995" before turning to us.
"No way! That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this." Sam said shocked, taking the small trophy out of Dean's hands. I smiled.
"Yeah... It was probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy." Dean mocked, I smacked him in the chest and shook my head. Then I reached into a box when I found something familiar.
"Hey De… remember this?"
"Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade." Dean looked the gun up and down fondly.
"Careful, its probably still loaded with shells older than I am." I laughed. Dean laughed and pumped it. Yep. Still loaded.
"Hey Em, check this out." Sam called to me. I turned and looked over to him.
"SIMBA!" I squealed running towards my brother holding a small stuffed lion from the movie. "I thought he got lost! Daddy told me he left him in a motel room somewhere."
"Nah, Dad just got sick of you carrying the thing around, he lied so you'd give it up. The damn thing was starting to smell." Dean cringed.
"You're an ass! So was Dad for taking him from me… he's coming home with us now." I demanded folding my arms across my chest, Simba in hand.
"Oh come on… leave it here. It still stinks."
"NO." I said quickly. "Simba comes with us, I'll wash him later. Besides… he smells better than you do most days." I mumbled walking away, suddenly something small landed against the back of my head. I turned and glared at the brother with the shit eating grin.
"What? Wasn't me." Dean lied smugly, his face giving him away easily. Sam and I both rolled our eyes and we went back to digging around. I paused when I came across a few pictures. One of them was me and my brothers. I couldn't have been more than 5 or 6. I was sitting in Dean's lap, Sam standing over our shoulders, all laughing. Love washed over me… followed my gut wrenching pain. I can't lose him… I just can't. Either of them. I swallowed back the growing lump and tucked the picture in my pocket. I'll be taking it with me as well. I turned to see what the boys found.
"Holy crap. Look at this, he had land mines... Which they didn't take. Or the guns. I guess they knew what they were after, huh?"
"Hey guys, check this out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are curse boxes." Sam said leading us over to a stack of boxes, varying in size and color. All adorned in beautiful carvings.
"Curse boxes? Th – they're supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right, kinda like the Pandora deal?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object." I answered tracing the symbols with my fingers.
"Well stop touching it then!" Dean demanded nervously pulling my arm back.
"Dean. Its fine. You have to touch what's in the box to get cursed. Not the box itself." I told him slowly, as if explaining to a three year old.
"I know that smartass." He groaned. "Well Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes ... He never did say where they ended up."
"Yeah. Well this must be his toxic waste dump." Sam answered.
"Hey, look… One box is missing... Great." I groaned.
"Well maybe they didn't open it." Dean said hopeful.
"Yeah, they just liked the workmanship as much as I did I'm sure." I rolled my eyes. He is a special kind of stupid tonight.
"Oh shut up… c'mon. We'll get a jump on these guys first thing in the morning. I'm beat. Lets just crash in the closest room."
"I'm not really that tired."
"That's cause you got to sleep in the car. I'm tired, and I'm the driver. So we're crashing."
"Fine grouchy." I said walking away, sticking my tongue out as I went. Dean reached out to pinch me and I giggled before darting to hide behind Sam.
"Miss me miss me now you gotta kiss me!" I teased.
"Oh. I'll kiss you! C'mere! I got a sloppy one for ya." He smacked his drool faced lips at me.
"Eww! De no!" I whined, then he darted to chase me. I took of running and squealing, Dean on my tail. Sam's laughter echoed through the halls as Dean caught me from behind and swung me in the air, landing a wet sloppy kiss on the side of my cheek.
"EWW! De! No! NO! Let me go!" I laughed. He finally put me down and we walked back to the car catching our breath between laughs.
When we were passing the office building Dean pulled away from us and pulled something off the window.
"Kiddo. We're short on cash, need you to pay for the room tonight." He said getting in the car.
"Dean, you know I don't have any money."
"But you're gonna win us some." He smirked holding up a flyer. I briefly made out the words 'amateur night' and 'cash prize' typed out in big bubble letters.
"Ughhhh… Dean. Not tonight."
"It starts in an hour, how fast can you get ready?"
"Dean! I don't have anything to wear, my hair is a mess, and I'm not in the mood… I don't want to."
"Yeah but you haven't wanted to in a long time, maybe this will be good for you Em." Sam said hopeful.
"Sammy. Please for once, be with me on this."
"Sorry Em, I'm with Dean… I'd like a bed for the night."
"… I swear one day you're both gonna pay for voting against me every single fucking time." I mumbled in the backseat as the boys chuckled and pulled out of the parking lot. I reached in my bag in the floor and began to dig for a hairbrush and my make up. It was a rough ride, but I successfully managed to get on some bronzer and eye liner.
"Okay, you ready?" Dean asked as we pulled up to the bar.
"No. I need to change."
"Okay, well grab your bag and hit the bathroom."
"Ew. No." I know better than to change in bar bathrooms, I barely use them for what they're intended. I'm not voluntarily going in there. I'll just change out here." I said getting out of the car and popping the trunk.
"Uh, I don't think so. You're not gonna change in the parking lot, people can see you out here." Dean demanded walking around the car to stand next to me.
"Uh. Yeah. I am. I would rather get naked in this parking lot then walk into that bathroom fully dressed." I sassed back.
"Too bad. You're not changing out here." He said with his "I'm laying down the law" voice.
"Fine." I smiled, I waited till he turned away from me and lifted my shirt up and off, digging through my bag for another one.
"Oh my god are you kidding me right now?!" I heard Sam whisper yell.
"Emily Anne! Dammit! Put some damn clothes on!" Dean yelled walking back to me, him and Sam shielded me form the eyes of anyone who may be in the parking lot.
"I'm working on it." I groaned as I slipped out of my sweats and pulled up some jeans.
"I can't believe you fucking did that."
"Yeah, well. I'm dressed now so you and sasquatch can move."
Dean grumpily took off for the door.
"I wish you wouldn't pull that shit… you know how it riles him up."
"Well Sammy, maybe he shouldn't assume I'll sing at his beck and call."
"Emily, c'mon. I know you miss this… why are you fighting it?"
"Because… I can. We've got more important shit to be worried about right now."
"Emily stop… just. Go up there and have fun tonight. Please. You need to relax a little and this could really be good for you."
"Whatever Sam… lets go."
We walked in and I got signed up on the list. I was about halfway through the line, I sat at the table with my brothers in the back and listened to the competition. I was impressed by a few, and embarrassed for a few… some people have balls.
I was looking around the bar, taking in the crowd. This isn't my typical bar, I can't get up and do some country song and impress the place. These people are a younger hipper crowd. I'll have to have an ace up my sleeve to win in a place like this.
My eyes wondered until they landed on something… delicious.
I hadn't really thought much about boys since Luke. Then Sam died and Dean sold his soul… so I've been a bit preoccupied. I'm really not in the spot to be interested in a guy right now. Got too much shit on my plate. But damn… this guy is fun to look at.
He had dark brown hair, bright green eyes, and he wore a white t-shirt and black leather jacket with jeans and dark boots. It was a simple and timeless look. I watched him tip his beer to his lips and for a moment wished I was that bottle.
Suddenly bright green eyes met mine, I smiled shyly, knowing I'd been caught looking. He slowly dropped his beer and smiled back. I ran my hand through my hair and turned away from him. I better stop before he thinks he should come over here and walks into the lion's den. I looked to my oblivious brothers and shook my head slightly. They'd eat this guy for dinner. I mean, he definitely has some upper body strength going on, but there are VERY few guys that could stand toe to toe with either of my brothers, let alone both of them.
I heard my name called and it caught my attention, I'm on deck and being called to the backstage.
"If I don't win I'll be pissed at you both for dragging me out here for nothing."
"Oh c'mon. You rarely ever lose. And these girls don't have nothing on you kiddo." Dean smiled confidently at me. Even though I'm not thrilled to be here, Dean's confidence boost is still appreciated. I leaned down and kissed his cheek.
"I'll be looking for you in the crowd."
"We'll be there Em." Sam smiled. I began to make my way to the stage, walking past mr. leather jacket at the bar. I threw a small smile at him before disappearing in the crowd. The floor was packed, body to body. I figure Sam and Dean will stay in the upper level around the bar and tables, so I'll have to look for them there. I closed my eyes and thought hard about getting myself focused on the performance. Going over the lyrics in my head.
"Okay, Emily Wilson. You're up." A voice called. I took a deep breath and waited for the red head with the guitar to leave the stage before I stepped up.
I nodded over to the DJ. Unfortunately I have to sing to the pre recorded version and not a live band. Some things just aren't as fun in the city as they are in the country. Country bars almost always have house bands.
I waited for the familiar melody to begin…
"Well I've heard there was a secret chord. That David played and it pleased the Lord…"
"But you don't really care for music, do you?"
"Well it goes like this. The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift… The baffled king composing Hallelujah"
"Hallelujah….. hallelujah…"
I varied the melody a little to fit my voice, but it still fell in line with the music. The bar was silent between work breaks, a good sign I think. This song is a classic. EVERYONE should know it, including a bar full of college kids.
"Well your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof… Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya."
"She tied you to her kitchen chair… And she broke your throne and she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah."
My eyes wondered the crowd for my brothers but instead landed on someone who had moved a little little closer to the stage. Bright green eyes were glued to mine, and for some reason I just couldn't pull myself away. There was something so… peaceful. About the way he watched me. I was intrigued, pulled in 100%... Thank God my brain kept me singing, because I was absorbed in his gaze…
"Maybe there's a God above, But all I've ever learned from love… Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya."
"And it's not a cry that you hear at night…" My voice grew louder.
"It's not somebody who's seen the light…"
"It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah." I held the note, falling into a false setto.
I closed my eyes briefly, and when they opened they were again drawn to this mysterious man in the crowd.
"Hallelujah…"
"Halleluuuuujah. Oh Hallelujah."
As I drew out the final note he smiled at me and turned, disappearing into the crowd again. When the sound of my own voice faded away applause filled the silence, but its like I couldn't grasp what I was supposed to do. I just stood there and stared at the spot he stood before leaving… finally the DJ's voice snapped me out of it and I left the stage… leaving to find my brothers again.
I finally ran into them back at our table.
"Hey." I said sitting down distracted, my eyes still skimming the bar for my mystery man.
"Hey kiddo, you killed it! We're getting the upgraded suite tonight!" Dean chanted excitedly, Sam snorted and him and laughed.
"Em you good?" He asked me.
"Yeah, yeah… I'm fine." I said still not looking at him, but at the crowd. Dammit, where is he.
"You sure? You uh, seem a little distracted."
"Yeah, what are you looking for?" Dean asked suddenly aware as well.
"Um, nothing. I'm gonna go get a drink, want another beer?"
"Uh, sure… want me to come with you?"
"No. No I'm fine." I said getting up and bee-lining for the bar.
"Yeah, can I get an ice water and two budlights?"
"Sure thing hunny." The bar tender smiled and walked to get my drinks. I sighed and leaned my warm head against the cool counter of the bar. Trying to clear my head.
"That bar doesn't look very comfortable." A strange voice called out form beside me. I immediately looked up and had to bite back my shock as I stared into those bright green eyes.
"Soft as clouds." I replied with a smile. He chuckled.
"You know your last note was sharp."
His bold statement caught me off guard.
"I'm sorry?" I said, not sure I'd heard him right.
"I said your last note was sharp. I mean you had a few pitchy spots but that last note took the cake."
I sat in shock… Fucking really? I'm speechless.
"Well you didn't seem to bothered by it down there." I replied as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Well it would have been rude for me to throw you off in the middle of your set by telling you, I figured it'd be more polite to let you finish and then tell you afterwards."
I scoffed. "Thanks so much for you concern."
I grabbed the drinks as the bartender set them down on the counter in front of me.
"You're welcome. I'm Judson, by the way."
"Yeah okay." I mumbled before walking away.
"I'll see you around Emily." He called after me.
"Doubtful." I called back thoroughly aggravated. I mean… what the fuck?! Who the hell does he think he is? Even if I was pitchy you don't approach a stranger and tell them that kind of shit.
I walked back to the table and set down everyone's drink before sitting in my seat, arms crossed, sipping at my drink.
"Hey what crawled up your ass?" Dean asked taking in my newfound attitude.
"Nothing."
"Hey, for real, someone messing with you?" He asked me concerned. I didn't reply, this caught Sam's attention as well.
"Em, what happened."
"I said its nothing! Just… turn around and listen to the blonde up there."
Fucking pitchy. The fuck… I sat and stewed in my aggravation while the rest of the girls sang.
"I think that's the last one, you've got this one in the bag." Dean said sitting back and relaxing again.
"Are you sure… I wasn't off?" I asked him. "Be honest with me."
"No, Emily you did great. Where is this coming from?" He eyed me curiously.
"Its nothing… just. You promise me… Promise me it was good?"
"Yes. Emily I swear. You kicked ass up there. The whole bar was eyes on you."
"…Okay." I sat back and sighed. Fucking pitchy. I don't know why this bothers me so fucking much. Had Dean or Sam said it I'd have shrugged it off and chalked up to a bad night… but something about it coming from mystery man just. UGH! Makes me angry!
The DJ walked out on stage and began calling the winners, he went rhough the first two runners up and then I sat in anticipation waiting to hear the winner's name."
"And the cash prize of $500 goes to… Emily Wilson!" He called. I smiled smugly. Dean cheered and patted me on the back as I stood and walked toward the stage to claim my prize. For some reason though the only thing I wanted to do was rub this in that guys face. When I got on stage I could see him, still standing at the back by the bar where I left him.
His smug ass girn, it just… ugh!
"Whoa… hey kid, you alright?" The DJ whispered beside me, holding the mic away form us as he handed me the money.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I answered confused. He stared at me like I had a third eye. What the fuck is wrong with people around here? I looked out and noticed the people close to the stage were also looking at me strange… umm. Am I missing something?! Is there a fucking peacock standing on my head? The crowd cheered and I smiled before walking back off the stage.
The further down the steps I got the more scared I became. Every person that looked at me had that same look on their face, I stared back at them in fear in confusion…. What the hell is going on here. I wondered through the crowd and noticed people actively moving to get out of my way. I froze.
They made a circle around me, leaving me enough space not to touch anyone… I spun. Panicking. Feeling my chest grow tight and my breaths come shorter and shorter.
"Sam… Dean.." I mumbled nervously. But they were nowhere in sight. I began to run through the crowd, trying to get back to the table as quickly as I could. My breath coming rapidly and shallow.
As I began to job up the short stairs that led to the bar area Dean and Sam were both right in front of me..
"De… what's going on?!"
"C'mon. We gotta go… now. Move!" He said pulling me up by the arm and wrapping me against his side, hurrying us out of the bar."
I barely looked back to see Sam right on our ass end, looking at people around us like they were a threat. What the hell am I missing here? Somethings wrong…
Dean unlocked the car door and pushed me to sit between him and Sam. Sam got in and draped his arm over the back of the seat behind me. I grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt as it laid against the seat.
"Someone tell me whats going on, please!" I asked as Dean began backing out of the parking lot.
"Nothing, we just. We're fine. You're fine." Dean said rapidly, hiding something. My panic was still rising.
"Dean! Don't lie to me what the hell is going on!"
"Nothing! We're fine!" He yelled back.
"Dean stop! You're just gonna scare her more." Sam reprimanded him, pulling me closer to him.
"Sammy. Tell me. Right now." I demanded, trying to control my breathing but failing.
"Emily, Look in the mirror. But don't freak out okay, you're fine." He said to me softly.
"What do I have something on my face!" I said confused and embarrassed? What the hell is on my face that all those people saw?!
"No… no. Just. Look." I leaned up and tilted down the rearview mirror. My eyes. They're red. Blood red. All around my dark brown iris is red.
"Oh my god…" I whispered.
"De… what's wrong with me?" I turned to him, feeling tears build behind my eyes.
"Shh… nothing babygirl, nothing. Just calm down. We're okay."
"No! We-we-we're not okay! My eyes are fucking red! What the hell is wrong with me!" I panicked.
"Dean pull over." Sam told him as I clamped my eyes shut and shoved my palms again them, gasping in one breath after the other.
"Em you're okay. Its okay. Just breathe." Sam cooed, pulling me out of the car to stand against him.
"Make it go away!" I cried. Refusing to open my eyes in fear it was still there.
"Open your eyes kiddo." Dean said softly but I shook my head no and continued to clamp, willing this to all just go away!
"No… go away! Go away…" I mumbled.
"GO AWAY!" I screamed, the wind around us had picked up and there was the distinct sound of things snapping… trees. Its trees snapping, and falling with a thud, shaking the ground beneath our feet.
"Emily. Stop! You gotta calm down… open your eyes. Look at me." Dean demanded holding my face, trying to pull my hands away.
"I-I can't!"
"Yes you can… just focus on me. Just listen… focus." He said softly. I focused in on his voice. Trying to calm to pounding inside my head.
"Shhh… shhh.. there ya go." As I calmed down, the wind around us died down as well.
"Man… Em. I gotta tell ya. These power things are starting to get freaky. I mean you were like Storm form the xmen just now!" Dean laughed slightly, trying to lighten the mood. But all it did was scare me more. I began to cry and didn't resist as he moved me back towards the car.
"Emily… open you're eyes." Sam whispered to me as Dean drove us down the road.
"What if its not gone." I said still hiding my face in my hands.
"It is… look at me."
Slowly I moved my hands and took a few deep breaths before opening my eyes and meeting Sam's soft hazel ones.
"Is it gone?" I whispered, barely forming the words.
"Yeah, its gone kiddo. You're okay."
"What the hell was that?"
"We don't know… you've been doing in on and off for the last week or so. You just haven't noticed. And its never been in front of anyone other than us."
"So what you've just been hiding this from me?! Why didn't you tell me!"
"Emily, calm down… We didn't wanna scare you."
"Well that plans kinda fucked now isn't it?" I snapped.
"Emily stop!" Dean yelled. "That's enough! We didn't tell you because we knew you'd freak out just like you're doing right now! Now take a breath. Before you get worked up and we end up in a scene from Twister."
I huffed and leaned my head back against the seat…
"What is it?"
"We don't know." Sam said.
"How often does it happen?"
"Not often… maybe once or twice a day if that. For about a week now." Dean answered.
"What's causing it?" I asked calmly.
"We don't know… something to do with your abilities. What was going on tonight when it started?"
"I… I was frustrated."
"With what?"
"Just some stupid guy." I mumbled.
"Son of a bitch Em. I asked you if someone was messing with you. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because. It was no big deal."
"Obviously it was enough to upset you." Sam added.
"I wasn't upset. I was just irritated. It was something small and stupid, I don't know why the hell it would have set anything off."
"Well… for now. Just lay low and stay close. We need to figure out what's triggering it. So far there's not a distinct pattern. Unless you're not being honest with us about how you feel about things."
"Dean. Get off my ass. I've been honest with you… I just didn't seem the point in telling you about some dick at the bar. I handled it."
"Lets just get some rest and we'll tackle this thing later. I'm exhausted." Dean sighed as he pulled into a motel and held out his hand for the cash. I rolled my eyes and forked it over. Waiting in silence with Sam as he got us a room. I helped the boys carry in our bags and went to shower. Letting the hot water soothe my tense shoulders. I rubbed my eyes again and again, as if I could wash the problem away like it was dirt on my skin. I wish it was that easy. All this… crap. I just wish it would go away. Why did the demon pick our family? Why us? Why couldn't we just be left alone.
I finally got out once the water cooled. I looked around at the dingy bathroom as I dressed. These places are all the same. Dirty square tiles in the bathroom floor, some crappy theme for the room decoration. I stepped out and both boys were already passed out. Sam was sprawled. His giant legs taking up the whole bed. I sighed and walked over to where Dean had the sheet pushed towards one side of the bed, and he was turned away, leaving half the bed open. Old habits die hard I guess.
I curled into bed and settled against the stiff white sheets. Staring at the wall until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. When I was almost there Dean shifted in his sleep and reached out for me. Wrapping an arm over me, making sure nothing could get to me. His arm was heavy, but I didn't have the heart to push it away, not that I really wanted to tonight. As much as I fight it… I still need him.
"Connecticut. Last three digits 880." Dean announced as we pulled up outside of the apartment complex.
"Yep, that's it."
"Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera..." Dean mocked.
We parked and left the car, breaking into the building and walking the stairs up to the apartment where these thieves are supposedly hiding out. Guns out, we slowed as we got closer, listening to them discuss some kind of poker game.
Once Dean picked the lock and silently opened the door I could hear one of the men screaming about how he just can't lose… Dean nodded and held up his fingers counting down from three.
He flew form around the corner.
"FREEZE! FREEZE! NOBODY MOVE!" Dean screamed as Sam and I came around on either side of him, guns drawn as well.
"Don't move!" Sam yelled as the men turned to us shocked.
"What is this?" One of the men asked moving.
"STOP!" Sam yelled. I pointed my gun at the man.
"All right, give us the box. And please tell me that you didn't– "
"Oh they did." I interrupted, looking down at the open curse box. Fuck.
"You opened it?!" Dean asked shoving the guy against the wall.
"Are you guys cops?" The man asked nervously.
"Huh?"
"ARE YOU GUYS COPS?!"
"What was in the box?" I demanded. The man began glancing at the table where some small key chain was laying on the corner.
"De." I said getting his attention and pointing to the item. What the hell is that thing?
"Oh, was that is, huh? It was wasn't it? What is that thing?" Dean said looking at it, suddenly the man used this distraction to knock the gun from Dean's hand. It falls to the floor and fires, the bullet begins to ricochet off the radiator and towards me. It hits the gun and I drop it out of fear and panic. The same bullet then his a lamp, distracting Sam enough for the other man to knock his gun away, they begin to struggle. I stood in shock as I watched Sam be shoved into Dean and knock him backwards, falling onto and breaking the coffee table and launching the rabbits foot in the air.
"Sorry!" Sam yelled, the man who was fighting with him launched himself and he and Sam both went to the floor. I begin to run towards them but somehow the other man wrestled Dean's gun away and stood, knocking Dean to the floor and aiming the gun straight at my face. I froze. He hesitated, then pulled the trigger. I flinched as the gun clicked…
Oh. My. God… it's jammed. It took me a second to realize what the hell is happening, but then I quickly grabbed the gun and began fighting the man who just tried to kill me. What the hell is going on right now!
The man knocks me to the floor as Sam tackles him, they struggle and he ends up on top of Sam on the floor, strangling him, Sam begins to reach for the charm that was on the table., he finally manages to grab it and throws the man off him as if by magic. Sam stands and pulls me to my feet.
"DEAN! I got it!" Sam yelled.
"No you don't one of the men yelled running at us, but then he trips, falls, and knocks himself out. Dean stood and looked over to Sam and I confused… did this just happen? Really?
"That was a lucky break!... Is that a rabbit's foot?!" Dean asked, Sam raised it in the air.
"I'll be damned. It is a rabbits foot." I said admiring the item, I reached up to touch it but Sam jerked it away.
"No way… if this thing is cursed I don't want you touching it kiddo."
The boys and I quickly left the apartment and got the hell out of dodge, Dean pulls up to a rest stop with a burger joint and dodged inside, coming back with a paper bag.
"I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal." Sam sighed as Dean sat down, pulling a handful of scratch off tickets out of the bag.
"Seriously De?" I raised my eyebrows. He winked at me.
"Dean, come on." Sam sighed.
"What?! Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at Em's head, and my gun don't jam. So that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win!"
Sam snatched the ticket form Dean and quickly scratched it. Handing it back without actually reading the card.
"Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise Dad wouldn't have locked it up." Sam tried to reason.
"$1200... You just won $1200! I don't know, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me!"
Dean handed him another card and I smiled watching Sam sigh in aggravation. This continued until he was through the entire stack, I gotta admit. I'm impressed. This thing is kind of badass. I kinda wish I'd have grabbed it. Dean took back the stack and exited the car, laying them all out across the hood, I went and sat on the hood next to him.
"Oh, man!" He cheered excitedly while Sam stood off to the side talking to Bobby.
"Now look Bobby, we didn't know." Sam said shaking his head, obviously he was getting an ear full. "Well Dad never told us about this thing. I mean you knew about his storage place at Black Rock?" Then Sam gets a curious look on his face and points to the ground below me… I look down and pick up a gold watch.
"Dude. What the fuck?" I said to Dean surprised, Sam looked at us in confusion. Dean smiled widely and took the watch from me.
"Hey. It's mine!" I said snatching it back and placing it on my wrist… it was huge unfortunately, but Ima keep it anyways.
"It's a hell of a luck charm… Well, so I won't lose it, Bobby."
"Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head making me giggle. He is DEFINITELY getting an earful. Better him than me, Bobby can be ruthless.
"Well, then, how do we break the curse?" Sam asked… he nodded a few times and then looked down and closed his phone. That doesn't sound like it ended well.
"Dude! We're up fifteen grand!" Dean cheered. Sam half-smiled. I could tell he face was full of worry.
"Hey Sammy, want me to take that thing off your hands?"
"Not a chance in hell Em. Don't even look at this thing. Got it?" He warned playfully. I winked at him.
"Alright, lets eat. Lunch is on Em." Dean said flashing my cash from last night and leading us into the restaurant. He looked back and noticed Sam's silent mopey face.
"Don't worry, Bobby'll find a way to break it. Until then I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man." I snickered while Sam rolled his eyes.
"Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, Okay?" Sam asked. "Hi, uh, table for three please."
The restaurant worker suddenly pulled an alarm and I began to panic until he yelled out congratulations. We all looked at each other confused and surprised. There's a lot of that going on today.
"You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!" He cheered handing us a huge fake check as confetti began to fall. Sam looked mortified, I attempted to hide behind the check… and Dean. Well. He's Dean and his smile couldn't have been cheesier as the camera flashed. Finally they sat us down at a booth.
"Bobby's right. This lore goes way back. Pure Hoodoo. You can't just cut one off any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the thirteenth." Sam read from his laptop while I let my eyes wonder across the parking lot.
"I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's." Dean mumbled chowing down on a banana split. He gets a flash of brain freeze and Sam and I chuckle as he presses his hand to his head and hisses in pain.
"That's what you get De. 4 bowls of ice cream later…" I teased, then my eyes fell back towards the parking lot.
Holy fuck shit.
"No fucking way…" I mumbled. I looked up and watched as bright green eyes met mine. Judson. He was pumping gas at the attached gas station.
"What is it kiddo?" Dean asked, but I couldn't reply. Instead I just shook my head and forced myself to look down at my drink, suddenly becoming extremely interested in the melting ice cubes.
"Em? What is it?" Sam pressed.
"Nothing."
"Did we not just have this discussion last night?" Dean prodded.
I looked up to him and shot the best bitchface I could manage.
"Fine. You really wanna know? The fucker from the bar is outside in the parking lot… happy now?" I snapped.
"Want me to rip his lungs out?" Dean offered looking over me and trying to find him while giving the "don't fuck with my sister" face.
"No. Dean. I want you to look back at your menu. I'm sure he's leaving anyways, we'll never see him again. So just leave it alone."
Him and Sam continued to stare out the window and figure out who exactly I was talking about, both wearing their mean faces.
"Boys." I snapped my fingers. "Drop it. Now."
They both finally went back to their menus and I glanced out the window again… he's gone.
"Can I freshen you up?"
I turned my head as did the boys at the sight of a very beautiful waitress throwing herself in Sam's face. Oh yeah. He's gonna get lucky alright. I smirked watching Dean's face flash between jealousy and shock.
"Yeah, yeah sure. Thanks." Sam smiled coyly. The waitress kept her eyes on him as she over poured his coffee.
"Oh!" She exclaimed.
"Oh! Oh I uh-"
"Let me mop up here."
"No, no don't worry it's okay, It's okay- I got it, uh..." Sam spoke nervously.
"It's no trouble, really."
"Okay."
"Sorry about that." She smiled before standing and turning.
"It's all right." Sam smiled back, she began to walk away and I shook my head as both boys leaned forward to stare at her ass as she walked away, she looked back at us and smiled before disappearing behind the bar.
"Dude. If you were ever gonna get lucky..." Dean teased.
"Shut up." Sam smirked as he went to grab his coffee. He then managed to knock over the cup, successfully spilling it all over himself and the table, as he stood he bumped into a waiter with a full tray and sent him and the food flying to the floor.
"Oh shit… Dean." I whispered. Sam turned to us shocked.
"How was that good?" Dean questioned.
"Sam… the foot." I told him, he dug into his pocket but came up empty handed. FUCK!
"Son of a bitch." Dean growled and got up taking off at the waitress that most likely just played us, I followed after him, dragging Sam behind me. She was nowhere in the building so we dodged out the door and into the parking lot.
"Come on!" Dean called taking off in a sprint to the car, I followed with Sam close behind, but soon skidded to a stop when I heard the sound of a sasquatch hitting the ground. Dean froze and paused before looking back.
"Aw, Sam." I pitied bending down to help him.
"Wow! You suck!" Dean called out coming over.
"Dean! Shut up!" I said dead legging him in the thigh. He shot me a look before rubbing it.
"Ow..." Sam groaned. I looked down and his poor pitiful knees were bloodied up, holes in his jeans.
"So what, now your luck turns bad?" Dean asked.
"I guess."
"I wonder how bad?" I said worried. My poor Sammy.
We quickly retraced our steps back to the apartment where the thieves were holding up, although the building manager informed us one of them died this morning… not long after we left. Shit… this can't be good. We wondered up the steps the same way as we did earlier. This time Dean slowly pushed open the door, revealing one of the men sitting in a chair in the center of the room, milking a bottle of tequila.
"Heard about your friend. That's bad luck." Dean said.
"Piss off."
"We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman." I told him.
"Oh yeah? How do you know that sweetheart?"
"Because she just stole it back from us."
The man laughed at us.
"Listen man, this is seri-" Sam started, but while stepping forward he tripped over a wire and sent himself and a radio crashing to the floor. He even managed to take out a lamp in the process… damn. This thing is bad.
"Sam, you Okay?" Dean asked calmly, never looking back.
"Yeah, I'm good!" Sam called out.
"I want you to tell us her name." Dean said to the man.
"Screw you."
"It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner." I told him.
"What?"
"It was the rabbit's foot."
"You're crazy, lady." He scoffed at me.
"You know I'm not. You saw what happened, what it did. All the flukes, all the luck. When you lose the foot that luck goes sour. That's what killed your friend. And my brother here is next. And who knows how many more innocent people after that. Now if you don't help us stop this thing, that puts those deaths on your head."
The man's face flashed between guilt and worry. Ha, got him.
"Now I can read people ..." Dean started. "And I get it. You're a thief, and a scumbag, that's fine. But you're not a killer. Are you?"
"No." The man whispered.
I trotted back down the steps and out the door, a name in hand and my eyes glued to Sam, waiting for him to trip at any moment and face plant down the stairwell.
As we exited the building I breathed a sigh of relief, which was interrupted by Dean's ringing phone.
"Hello?" Dean answered. "Bobby, that's uh, great, 'cept Sam, uh..."
Uh oh, Bobby again… this isn't gonna be good. Suddenly I hear Sam sigh and begin to fidget behind me.
"Dude, what are you doing?"
"I stepped in gum." He whined scraping his shoe along the concrete, it wasn't helping so he walked over to a sewer grate and began trying to scrape it off.
"...Sam lost the foot." Dean admitted through the phone, oblivious to us. "Bobby, Bobby, listen. This, uh, this hot chick stole it from him. I'm serious. In her mid 20's, and she was sharp you know, good enough at the con to play us… And she only gave the guy she hired a name, probably an alias or something. Uh, Luigi or something?"
"Lugosi." I called over to him.
"Lugosi." He repeated into the phone. I looked down as Sam began to scrape his shoe harder across the grate.
"Hey Sam, becareful you might dr-"… I stopped as I watched him drop the shoe down into the sewers. "Drop it." I sighed. He looked up at me like a lost puppy. Then he began reaching his long arm down to try and reach it.
"Uh, I don't think so… with your luck the sewer gator would be wondering around and have your arm for dinner. Get up." I said pulling on him.
"Bela Lugosi? That's cute." Dean chided, still oblivious to our situation. "Well she knew about the rabbit's foot. Is she a Hunter?... Ah, I guess she's back… Well. That just… Great. Thanks, Bobby. Again."
Dean hung up the phone and turned back to us, his face paused when he took in Sam's pouty appearance.
"What?"
"I lost my shoe." Sam said as if he was a child who lost his favorite toy. It was almost sad enough to not laugh at, but not quite. I had to bite back my laughter as Dean sighed and began walking back to the car.
"All right, Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick ... lives in Queens. So it'll take me about two hours to get there." Dean called pulling up into a motel parking lot.
"So what are we doing here?" I asked curiously.
"You, and uh our brother back there, are staying here 'cause I don't want his bad luck getting us killed."
"Well Sammy, looks like its just us for the night." I smiled cheerily, hoping it would boost his poor mood. It didn't.
"What am I even supposed to do, Dean?" Sam whined as Dean led us into a room.
"Nothing! Nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here, and don't move, OK? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose." Dean warned as he sat Sam in a chair in the center of the room.
"And me?" I asked.
"I want you to watch him… I'm serious. Don't let him get up. DON'T leave the room, and do not under any circumstance let in anyone but me. Got it?"
"Sir yes sir. Drive safe."
Dean winked before leaving and locking the door behind him, taking the only keys.
"Well. Guess we're on lock down." I looked over to Sam who was twitching his nose as if it itched. He moved to raise his hand.
"Hey! Don't you dare." I said walking over to scratch it for him. He sighed in defeat.
"So… a round of truth or dare? No dares?" I offered. He chuckled.
"Why not?"
"That's the spirit." I mocked sitting on the bed across from his chair.
"You first." Sam nodded.
"Hmmm… did you know Dad hid my Simba?"
"No. I thought he was a goner too." I smiled. "Do you think you'll hunt for the rest of your life?"
"Yes… Do you think Ruby is really trying to help us?"
"I don't know kiddo… I hope so, she's the best we've got to save Dean. Are you afraid of her?"
"Not a bit. Just afraid of getting my hopes up. Do you think we can really save him?"
"Yeah. I do."
"I hope so." I whispered.
"So… do you miss Luke?"
I looked at Sam wildly.
"Where did that come from?"
"Hey. That's not how the game goes… answer the question." Sam demanded.
I sighed. "Yes."
"Did you ever really believe we would work out?"
Sam looked at me guilty. "No… but I hoped. What did that guy at the bar do last night to upset you?"
"Oh c'mon Sammy. That's a waste of a question."
"Hey. You wanted to play… your game. Your rules. Now answer."
I looked down nervously and fidgeted with my hands.
"Well he's crazy or deaf. You kicked ass."
"You're just saying that because you're my brother."
"No. I'm saying it because its true, and I don't want you to let something like that guy stop you from getting up there and enjoying yourself. You deserve to have at least that."
"Thanks Sammy." I smiled. "…Have you had anymore visions since yellow eyes died?"
"No." He said firmly. "Does that scare you?"
"No. I scare me… Do I scare you?" I whispered.
"No. Emily you don't. I don't know what the hell's going on with all these abilities, but I know you're still my sweet Em. We'll figure this out."
I sighed and pushed my hair back behind my ear, staring down at the criss cross pattern on the blanket.
"Do you believe me?" Sam asked… it took me a moment to debate my answer.
"I don't know." I finally said, unable to look up at him.
"Em. Look at me."
My eyes slowly lifted to his.
"No matter what the hell happens, you will always have me and Dean on your side. We will always fight for you, and we're not going to let this beat you. We're gonna figure out what it is… and how to control it. And then we'll help you. Every step of the way. I promise you. Look I mean, my visions have been gone for weeks now. I mean maybe yours will fade away too."
"Yeah. Somehow I doubt that. Mine are different… yours were tied directly into yellow eyes. He's dead now. My abilities are solely tied up in my emotions. I don't see them going away anytime soon, I mean our life right now is a fucking joke. I am a fucking joke. Look at me… I'm 16 and I feel like I'm 40. I'm exhausted. All the damn time… I don't sleep. I have to push myself to eat most days, I feel drained and on edge 24/7. Like I'm just waiting for a fall out of some kind. Our lives are so fucked up…. How am I supposed to control these… abilities, if I can't even get a grasp on my life right now."
"I don't know kiddo… but you will."
"…Do you still think about Jessica?" I asked quickly. Switching topics.
"Every day." He smiled sadly. "How old were you when you kissed a boy for the first time?"
"Sam. You don't want me to answer that one." I laughed. He looked at me as if he was a scolding parent and crossed his arms… waiting. "Fine… 11."
"11?! Seriously… geez. How the hell did you even get to be around a boy at 11?"
"When we were bouncing schools… I may or may not have had some fun on the playgrounds at recess."
"Geez… I should have known we were doomed."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I said throwing a pillow at him. He laughed and caught it.
"It means when you were two you used to run around and tell Dad you wanted a boyfriend for Christmas. Nearly gave him a heart attack. You've been chasing boys ever since. Not that you should have to. They line up at the door for you these days."
I blushed. Sam threw the pillow back but I blocked it, sending it flying into the AC unit under the window. It rattled then began to billow out smoke.
"Oh come on!" Sam whined. I looked between him and the unit with concern.
"Sam? What do I do?"
"Just… don't touch it. See if it stops."
We watched for a second and I jumped and squealed as it erupted into flames.
"Sam!" He jumped out of the chair and began to help me pat the fire out with a blanket, it took several seconds but was finally out.
"Okay. That's it… back to your chair." I looked at Sam and my eyes went wide as I realized his sleeve was on fire, he followed my gaze and began to flop around the room trying to put it out. I chased him, hitting his arm with a pillow to kill the flames… somehow he managed to wrap himself and I up in the curtains and knocked himself out cold, The weight of his body coming down on mine was too much and I fell to the ground, but not before smacking my head and blacking out on the way down.
When I came to I was sitting in a chair… it didn't take long to realize I was tied up. Shit… not again.
I look up to see Sam being ductaped to a chair across from me. Two men in the room… what the hell? Who are these people?
Sam began to come to as well.
"Oh, he's awake!" One of the men shouted. "Looks like the girl is too!"
"Back with us, eh?" The other man said looking between us. I stared him down and then looked to Sam. I nodded to him to let him know I was okay. A little dizzy, but okay.
"We didn't even have to touch you. You just went all spastic, and knocked yourself and her out? It was like watching Jerry Lewis try to stack chairs!"
"Who are you, What do you wa-" Sam asked, but was interrupted when the man slapped him across the face.
"Hey! Get your hands the fuck off my brother!" I screamed, pulling against my restraints.
"Oh. Listen to that mouth… I tell ya what. Young lady that is quite enough out of you." One of the men teased, walking over and using a rag to gag me. I thrashed, but ultimately lost as he knotted the rag behind my head.
"Hey. Leave her alone. If you want me I'm right here!" Sam called, getting their attention back on him.
"I used to think your friend Gordon sent me." The lead man said… oh for fucks sake. Gordon?!
I tried to yell against the gag but it all came out muffled curse words.
"Gordon? Oh come on!" Sam said irritated.
"Yeah, because he asked me to track you down, and put a bullet in your brain. The girl too."
"Great. That sounds like him." I looked at Sam nervously. Shit… where's Dean when you need him. Where the hell are my abilities when you need them?!
"But, as it turns out ... I'm on a mission from God." The man said slapping Sam again.
I pushed myself to get angry… really angry. Which isn't hard while watching a man beat your brother. The room around us shook slightly. Sam looked at me, telling me to stop. I did and the room settled, the men looked at each other confused for a moment.
"You were a part of that demon plan to open the gate weren't you?"
"We did everything we could to stop it." Sam told him.
"Lie lie lie! You were in on it. You know what their next move is too, don't you?"
"No, I don't, okay? You're wrong about all of this."
"Where are they gonna hit us next?"
Sam refuses to answer and the man punches him again… I could feel my control slipping. The anger building up. Sam shot me another glare as the room shook again around us. Why the hell doesn't he just let me fuck these guys up!
"WHERE?! Gordon told me about you, Sam. About your powers. You're some kinda weirdo psychic freak? And the girl here… she'll be one too someday."
"No, not any more. I – no powers, no visions, nothing. Neither does she! She never got any." Sam lied convinvingly.
"LIAR!" The man shouted. Punching him hard.
I bit against the gag and began to pull against my restraints. When I did a lamp flew across the room. The men paused.
"Was that you?!" He asked Sam. "Getting a little testy are we?"
"Listen to me… you don't want to do this." Sam told him, knowing I couldn't bite this back much longer.
"Answer me!" The man yelled punching him again. I squeezed my fists and watched as the glass on the clock shattered, sending it falling to the floor.
"No more lies! There's an army of demons out there pushing at a world already on the brink. We're on deck for the endgame here, right? So maybe, just maybe you can understand why we can't take chances." The man said drawing his gun. I thrashed and pulled, feeling the room shake. He pointed the gun at Sam.
"Whoa, okay, okay, no, do— hold on a minute!" Sam pleaded.
"Hey, Kubrick just—" The second man called out.
"No, you saw what just happened, Creedy. Ask yourself, why are we here? Because you saw a picture on the web? Because we chose this motel instead of another? Luck like that doesn't just happen. Look what this guy is capable of… we can't let him walk."
I felt panic settle inside my chest. It was pushing against me and I was pushing against the tape around my body. Finally something snapped and I stood.
"You're worried about the wrong freak." I spat as I ripped the tape off my wrists.
"Whoa… did I miss the party?" Dean called entering the room, Kubrik raised his gun back at Sam's head.
"Put the gun down, son, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall."
"Oh, this thing?" Dean said nonchalantly. He better have a fucking plan before I shred this guy.
"Yeah, that thing."
"Okay. But you see, there's something about me that you don't know." Dean said with a wink to me… he's got it. I smirked. Dean set down his gun.
"Yeah? What would that be?"
"It's my lucky day."
Dean picked up a pen and tossed it toward Kubrick. It successfully landed right in the barrel of the gun. Sam looks impressed and Dean and I laughed.
"Oh my God, did you see that shot!?"
The other man lunged at Dean, but Dean easily side stepped and I watched in amusement as the man ran into the wall and knocked himself out. Kubrick fought to dislodge the pen in his gun but couldn't.
"I'm amazing." Dean smiled. Picking up a TV remote and throwing it at the man. It hit him dead in the center of the forehead, knocking him unconscious. I ran to Sam and began to cut through the tape.
"I'm Batman." Dean charmed.
"Yeah. You're Batman." Sam replied sarcastically.
"I don't care who the hell you are as long as you get us the hell out of here." I added.
That night we booked it for the closes graveyard, ready to destroy this damn thing.
"All right. Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it." Sam said sprinkling them onto the fire.
"One second..." Dean mumbled, scratching off the last of his tickets.
"Dean."
"Hey, back off, Jinx. I'm bringing home the bacon."
"All right, say goodbye wascawy wabbit." Dean said before pulling out the foot and dangling it over the fire. The sound of a gun cocking stopped us all.
"I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever… Put the foot down, honey." The beautiful woman commanded.
"No. You're not going to shoot anybody. See I happen to be able to read people. OK, you're a thief, fine, but you're not—"
A loud gunfire interrupted him, there was suddenly searing pain in my shoulder.
"Ahhh!" I groaned. Sam instantly pulled me behind him, holding pressure against my bleeding shoulder.
"Son of a—" Dean started.
"Back off, tiger. Back off. You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger. You've got the luck, Dean. You, I can't hit. But your siblings? Them I can't miss. Emily there isn't curse, so she's still breathing. Should we test Sam's luck?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!" Dean screamed shocked.
"Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people? Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now."
"All right! All right. Take it easy." Dean crouched to the ground, but suddenly tossed the foot to Bela.
"Think fast." He teased. She caught it deftly.
"Damn." She groaned.
"Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?" Dean offered. I glared at the woman, sending daggers at her with my eyes. I mean what the fuck?! She just shot me!
"Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer."
"Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam? Em?"
"Nope. Not even a little."
"Hmm. Maybe next time I'll hang you out to dry."
"Maybe next time I'll fucking kill you with my bare hands." I said stepping forward, she drew her gun again.
"Whoa! Hey… enough. This is over." Dean demanded. Bela put away the gun and turned to leave. Sam pulled me back.
"Oh don't go away angry, just go away." Dean mocked.
"Have a nice night." Bela smiled before walking away. Smug little bitch.
"You hanging in kiddo?" Dean asked me concerned. Thankfully the shot was more of a graze. It just cut the skin, nothing a few stitches won't fix. Had I had an actual bullet hole, Dean would be chasing that bitch down right now.
"I'll live."
"I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck. Oh! I forgot we're up $46000. I almost forgot about the ... scratch tickets." Dean paused… feeling around in his pockets. But comes up empty.
A sudden honking draws our attention.
"…Bela." I mumbled.
"SON OF A BITCH!"