Author's Note: Okay. So its after one in the morning again… but I came home, and the words just flowed, and since about 9 tonight I've just typed and typed and typed. I really want to know what you guys think of the chapter and of bringing in this character. Do we like him? Hate him? Want more? Want less? Thank you so much to my faithful reviewers for giving me motivation to keep on writing. I look forward to each one of your opinions! Love all you guys and thank you for coming to read about Emily! Please let me know what you think!
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Murderer:
A person who commits murder; a killer.
Hunter:
A person who kills evil entities; saves innocent people.
I've spent hour after hour laying here. Staring at the fireplace that engulfed the dress I paid an ungodly amount of money for just hours ago. Trying to understand what category I belong to. Sam finally dragged Dean away from me to destroy the hand with Bela. They returned an hour or so later without her thankfully.
I wish I could truly blame this night on her.
I wish I could blame what I did on her. Or on Dean's absence.
But I can't. I'm a murderer. I just… keep killing. Is this what yellow eyes wanted? Did he know that I was going to be an evil person? Did my Daddy know? Is that why he told Dean he'd have to kill me one day? Kill Sam… but Sam has been good. His abilities have vanished since mine appeared.
I would give anything to have visions and headaches. I would give anything to not be afraid.
Afraid of myself.
I stared at the small flickering flames that mixed with the soft snores of the two men on either side of me in the floor. The smaller the flames became the more suffocated I began to feel. Like the darkness that was slowly overtaking the room would consume me.
If it hasn't already.
I sighed as the last of the fire flared out. I slowly stood, carefully stepping around the giants on either side of me. I grabbed my boots and my jacket, and the gun slipped into my waist band. Thankfully this old house had no locks to fumble with, the door silently opened, and I cracked it when closing. So that the sound of it clicking shut wouldn't bring attention.
I stood on the moonlight lit old wooden porch. On my left was a broken rail and overgrown bushes. To my right was a very old porch swing. The chains linked with vines, I decided to take my chances and sat down. The air outside was crisp, but not cold. It was more comforting. I finally feel like I can take a deep breath. I shut my eyes, hoping that sleep would find me. But instead I saw him. Red haze pouring from his eyes… the noise that escaped his choked body, and finally the way his hands felt as they curved over my pelvic bone. It all made me want to vomit.
The swing moved and I jumped up, hand reaching down for my gun.
I instantly relaxed at the sight of Dean. He sat and looked straight forward. The way the moonlight hit his face allowed me to see the deepening wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. He was worried. He wore the emotion like a mask. I knew part of this was hell… but the other part was about me. I'm causing him more grief then I'm worth really.
He's got so little time left, and he spends it worrying about me.
"I don't like the idea of you not being there to save me." I finally said. "My whole life. You've always been the one to save me."
"I hate it too Em."
"I killed him… and I don't even know how." I whispered.
"Yeah, well. From what I understand he deserved it. Self defense isn't murder kiddo."
The words resonated with me. It was like he had been reading my mind all night. Like he just knew I had been comparing myself to the term all night long. Something about that felt comforting. To have someone know so much about you that you don't even have to explain yourself.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry I let Bela take lead… you were right. I should've brought you in on this case. And I should've demanded to be the one that came and got you from that attic. I should've been with you tonight, and none of this would've even happened."
"Dean. As much as I wish I could blame this on anyone but me. I can't. We both know that."
"What happened Em? Please." He asked reaching over and giving my knee a light squeeze. I sighed and reached up, laying my head against his hand. He used his thumb to graze my hairline.
"One of the guys that was hitting on me was drunk. I mean. Obliterated drunk. I shook him off, but when you went for the hand I followed. He busted me, and it was either go with him, or we were both going to be busted and blow our cover. So I told him I was looking for the bathroom. He took me back downstairs… I figured he'd probably stand out there like a creeper. But I never thought he'd come in. He got the jump on me, I don't really even know how, but he was so much bigger than me and he had me pinned against the door, standing behind me."
I felt Dean tense beside me. I sat up and looked at him.
"De. I'm okay… He didn't get very far with his plan. There's a handprint on my ass and the purple lace thong you hated me getting ended up ripped off. When he." I hesitated, not sure how to word this and not feel exposed about it. "When he, reached around… I panicked. Suddenly I was so afraid, but then he was just gone. Thrown off of me. I felt so scared, and then it felt… I don't know. Like the fear itself was trying to claw its way out of me. I couldn't stop it."
He stared at me, motioning for me to continue. But I could already see in his eyes he knew what was coming. He knew I was going to say I killed another person because I couldn't control myself.
"Dean its never been like that… I mean its felt. Strong, even powerful? Maybe… but. The way it felt tonight. It was. Overwhelming. Like I was untouchable. Nothing in the world could have stopped me. All this red hazy smoke. It just… appeared and then, when I killed him. It was gone. Like it had never been there. De. I'm scared. What if Daddy was right? What if this is why you have to kill me…"
"No. Em, don't do that. Dad never wanted me or anyone else to lay a hand on you. He didn't know about all this. Sure maybe he knew something we didn't, but you and I both know Dad would never have kept something like this to himself. He would've told us about it, helped us. There's no way he knew what this was gonna be like."
"I know he wasn't exactly the nicest guy, trust me. But he was still a person."
"A really bad person I'm sure no one would miss." Dean quickly added with a playful grin.
"Dean. Stop. I'm being serious. I killed him. Just like I killed that poor girl at the crossroads. Just like I killed all those people the deadly sins were possessing. Dean I almost killed you!"
"But you didn't kiddo." He said reaching up and cupping my face. "You stopped yourself. YOU took control. If you can do it once then you can do it again. When demons possess someone they're as good as dead most times anyways, and I already told you what happened tonight, that was pure self defense. I can't even stand to think about what could have happened to you had you not done what you did. Or what if next week he went to another party and did the same thing? Huh? Did you think about any of that? Emily. You're not a bad person. You're not going darkside. You're just scared. And you need a little help. Stop putting all this on yourself and let us help you."
I looked down at the faded paint on the porch, but nodded. Maybe he's right… but maybe he's just saying this because he knows I'm upset.
"So what do we do now?"
"Now we go to bed. Tomorrow. We start over, okay? New day. I'll make sure I'm there for you. You won't have to do this alone."
"Dean its not as simple as that. This stuff doesn't just go away because the sun comes up."
"Why not? The only one that makes it difficult is you. So don't make this difficult. Don't let it drag you down. What happened, happened. Its done and over. So leave it there and move on."
"Dean. Promise me something."
"Em." He said with a sad look. "You and I both know my promises haven't been what they used to be."
"I don't care. Promise it anyways."
"Anything for you kiddo." He said with a small sideways smirk.
"Promise me you won't let me hurt you or Sammy. I would never be able to live with myself. Almost killing you under wrath's spell was hard enough. If I lose control, and you two are there. Don't hesitate to stop me, by any means necessary."
"Emily you know I ca-"
"Dean! You said anything. Now promise." I said firmly, holding out my pinky. He rolled his eyes but latched his finger with mine.
"Alright, can we go to sleep now?"
"Can we stay out here on the swing? Its kinda nice." I said sheepishly.
"Sure." He chuckled. He stretched his legs out in front of him and kicked off his boots. I did the same and curled into his side, his arm fell around me and he used his heels to slowly rock us back and forth until I fell asleep.
The next morning was bright. Apparently the front of the house is facing east because a very perky sunrise woke both Dean and I up fairly early. We packed up and he promised me I could snooze in the backseat on the way to wherever it is we were headed next. Something about vampires on the loose? I only heard bits of the conversation as we stopped for gas and cheap snacks. Sam shook me awake to offer me a bathroom break.
"Hey. Hey… I'm really happy you're finally getting some sleep. But this may be the last pit stop for the night. If you need to go I'd go now." He said kindly.
I slowly dragged myself up and out of the car to stretch my legs and pee before being back on the road. I left the bathroom and was making my way past the chips isle when something caught my eye. Mmm. Twizzlers. I reached for a bag, only to bump a hand in the process. I instantly pulled back and looked up.
"Oh I'm so-… wait a second, what the hell are you doing here?!"
"Well. Nice to see you too. I see you've not gotten any friendlier since we last met." Judson said with a cocky grin. I looked between him and the last bag of twizzlers hanging on the rack. I quickly snatched them. He grinned and grabbed the sour punch straws instead. I walked up to the register with him following directly behind me. I laid down the 3 smart waters and the twizzlers. Feeling victorious that I had taken the last bag and he wanted them.
"$5.18" Said a large balding man with a bored expression. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill… shit. I looked and looked for more, or for change. But I knew there wouldn't be any.
"I don't suppose we could cover the rest with an IOU?" I whispered sweetly as I slid him the five dollar bill. He looked between the money and me, extremely unamused. I sighed I went to walk out to the impala and grab some change, but before I could a long tan arm reached around in front of me and laid a quarter on the counter. I looked up.
I wish I could beat the smug out of this guy.
The cashier took it and pushed a receipt and my bag towards me, but my eyes never left Judson's.
"Thank you." I said with a tight smile, leaving as quickly as possible. I climbed back in the car with a huff.
"Everything okay?" Sam asked.
"Yes. Lets go." I snapped too quickly. Sam held up his hands in surrender.
"Sorry. Ran into a douchebag." I mumbled. As we pulled out I looked out the window and caught one last wink from the attractive guy with bright green eyes as he placed a helmet on his head and took off in the opposite direction.
Dammit! Why is he so good looking?!
A day later I was armed and ready, following my brothers through the alley as we tracked a vamp. I stayed close to Dean, like I had the last day or so. I stayed on his ass the whole time, arrows dipped in dead man's blood ready to aim.
Sam whistled lowly and pointed us over to a pool of blood, and the poor sucker lying in it. We moved quickly to approach him. He was covered in bite marks on his neck, and it was obvious by the amount of blood on the ground he was bleeding out. But there he laid, twitching, looking around at us wildly. Begging for help.
"Hey, hey. Don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay?" Sam leaned down and told him, but I knew it was just for comfort. This guy had minutes left.
"Where is she? Where'd she go?!" Dean quickly asked him. He vaguely gestured down the alley way. Dean nodded at me to follow him, Sam stayed with the dying man. I followed him and he had me stop, and pushed me behind a stack of boxes next to the dumpster. He winked, telling me to be ready.
He took two steps forward and pulled a knife, slicing into his arm. Dammit Dean… this is a stupid plan!
"Smell that?! Come and get it!" He yelled. A young blonde emerged. Her chin covered in blood. She stared at Dean, moving slowly towards him.
"That's right. Come on. I smell good, don't I? I taste even better." She was hesitant. "Come on! Free lunch!"
Finally she charged him, I stood and drew, aiming and breathing out with a release. The woman stopped, inches from Dean, but instead of falling to the ground she still charged him. Dean struggled with her for only a minute before the blood took affect.
"Whoo!" Dean panted. Sam came running up to us, looking between Dean and the woman on the ground.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Cutting it a little close, don't you think?"
"Yeah, thanks for letting me in on the plan asshole." I added swinging the bow over my shoulder.
"Ah ... that's just chum in the water. Worked, didn't it?"
Sam and I frowned to each other. He's getting wreckless again.
"Ow." Dean mumbled looking down at his still bleeding arm. I grabbed it and used a leather strap off my bow to tie it off.
"C'mon dumbass. I'll stitch you up back at the room. Sam, carry her."
Sam picked up the girl and we all made haste back to the impala, once we were out of there Sam called the police so that they could find the man's body. At least his family can bury him.
Once at the dingy room we were renting for the night we moved the furniture and tipped the mattresses up against the windows, to muffle any noise and block the view of any nosy neighbors. Sam carried in the vamp and tied her to a chair in the center of the room, she was still out, but it wouldn't be long before she bounced back ready to kill us.
"You with us?" Dean asked leaning over her and tapping her cheeks. She began to stir and pull at the rope.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere." I added with mock sympathy.
"Where's your nest?" Sam asked.
"What?" She asked, looking at Sam with pure confusion.
"Your nest... where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out." Dean told her.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I rolled my eyes. "Please! I don't feel good."
"Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood."
"Just let me go." She begged.
"Yeah, you know we can't do that." I laughed.
"I'm telling you the truth. I'm just... I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!"
"You took something?"
"Yes! I can't... come down. I just want to come down. "
I shared a quick glance with my brothers. Somethings not right here.
"What's your name?" Sam asked her with a slightly kinder tone.
"Lucy. Please. Just let me go."
"All right, Lucy, how about this? If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go."
"You will?" She asked looking between Dean and I, we both played along but there's no way in hell she's getting out of here. We all know that. Except her apparently.
"Uh, I don't really... um, it's, it's not that clear. I was at Spider."
"Spider?" Sam asked.
"The club, on Jefferson. And there was this guy... he was buying me drinks."
"This guy... what's he look like?"
"He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket... uh, Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer... he had something for me."
"Something?"
"Something new. "Better than anything you've ever tried." He put a few drops in my drink."
"Was the drug red and thick?" I asked. She shook her head and I sighed. This poor girl… I looked up to Dean.
"Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with." Dean told her.
"What?"
"Yeah, you just took a big steamin' shot of the nastiest virus out there."
"You're crazy! He gave me roofies or something! No... The next thing I know, we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait. But I get so hungry."
"So you busted out?"
"Yeah. But it won't wear off... whatever he gave me?"
"Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurt your skin?" I asked sadly. This girl didn't ask for this.
"Yeah... And smells. And I can... hear blood pumping!"
"Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again." Dean said.
"Not mine... yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away. I just want it to stop."
"All right, listen, Wavy Gravy. It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people, almost three."
"No, I couldn't. No-! I was hallucinating!" She sobbed.
"You killed them, all right? We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses, and it leads straight to you."
"No. No, it wasn't real! It was the drug! Please! Please, you have to help me!"
Sam nodded for Dean and I to step into the next room with him.
"Poor girl." I sighed. "Can we do anything? I mean we can't just kill her. She had no idea what was happening."
"We don't have a choice kiddo. She's going to kill again. She can't control it."
Sam sighed and shook his head in agreeance. Dean pulled out his machete and I turned into Sam, burying my face in his chest, he turned us away from the doorway so I couldn't see, and placed his hands over my ears. Trying to spare me… but I could still hear his heavy footsteps come to a stop.
"No... please!" She screamed before a large thud. Sam flinched, and I held on a little tighter.
"Em, why don't you stay in here, take a hot shower. We'll clean up."
I nodded. Sam stepped out and shut the door behind him, but not before I caught a glimpse of the headless body in the chair. I swallowed down the lump in my throat and moved to turn on the water. Sam opened the door once more to give me my bag and when he stepped out this time I locked it shut.
I went to bed that night curled into Dean's side. Willing the sight of the blood to leave my mind. We've gotta get this guy. This one. It bothers me. He's just trapping these poor women, tricking them into killing. Everyone in this is a victim except whoever is dosing these girls.
I'm gonna find him. I'm gonna kill him.
"Dean. Wake up." I said pushing at him.
"Hmm. Wha-what?" He said groggily.
"De. I know what to do. I got a plan. C'mon. Get up, get dressed."
I ran over and woke up Sam as well before stepping into the bathroom and getting changed.
"Emily! Wait, tell us whats going on." Sam prompted hitting the lamp.
"I know how to get him. Look okay, I know you're not gonna really like it at first but gimme a chance to explain okay?! Promise?"
"Yeah. Yeah, whatever just talk." Dean said rubbing his eyes and walking over to Sam's bed where I stood.
"Okay. So the target is young gullible girls at a bar. So let me go. I'll go up to the bar, I'll draw the guy in. And when he goes to make the move you two can take him out. Case solved!"
Dean stood there and nodded his head for a minute.
"No way in hell."
"What?! De c'mon I can do this! I'll be fine! You'll both be there."
"No. I'm not gonna let you play bait. We both know too many things can go wrong."
"De. This guy is bad. Really really bad. Look what he did to that poor girl! He's gonna do it again. The longer we sit around here the more chance he ahs to do it to someone else!"
"Emily. Its 2 in the morning. Clubs close in an hour. I'm sure if he was gonna make a move tonight he already has. We'll talk about this in the morning, okay?" Sam said. I sighed and dropped my bag.
"Fine. But I'm going to do this. I'm our best chance at getting him. We all know it."
"Just come back to bed you wreckless maniac." Dean said laying down and pulling up the blankets. I chuckled and conceded. For now. But I WILL take this bastard down.
"Only if I get to pick your clothes." Dean said with a mouthful of bacon cheeseburger.
"Ugh! Dean. You're gonna force me to wear a turtle neck! We're talking about a vamp here! We need them to want to bite my neck."
"Yeah well. Take it or leave it. It's the only way I'm even considering this."
"Sammy. A little help here?"
"No offense Em, but you're last wardrobe choice wasn't all that great. I'm with Dean."
"Fine! I give up. But no turtle necks!"
"Maybe." He said with a satisfied grin and a mouth full of food.
"So do we have any idea who we're looking for?" I asked sticking a few fries in my ketchup.
"Yeah, actually. I think we might." Sam said typing on his laptop before turning it in my direction.
"This is the footage from the club last night, there's Lucy. Watch…"
I watched as a man approached her at the bar. He was young, handsome, and they spent the rest of the night leaning into each other before they left together out the back door.
"So. That's Casanova."
"Yup." Sam said popping the P.
"Time stamp on that thing says he showed up a little after 10. I say we get there by 930 so we can scope him out first."
Dean nodded in agreeance.
"So in the mean time, I say we split up and I'll uh, I'll meet you two back at the room tonight." Dean said as his eyes grazed up and down our waitress.
"I swear, you're such a hypocrite. You're gonna bang the waitress but send me to the bar in a turtle neck."
"Yeah yeah yeah… Just be good. I'll be back by 9. Be ready. I get veto power on the outfit."
Dean left our booth and went to sit at the bar, flirting with the waitress. I looked up and Sam dangled the keys in front of me.
"Hope she has a car." He smiled. We quickly snuck out and took off back to the room. It was a pretty low key day. Sam researched the bar and dug around to find some info on our Casanova. I watched a Grey's Anatomy marathon. Oh Denny… my heart.
Sam and I had a pizza delivered for dinner and then I decided it was time to get ready for tonight. I really wasn't in the mood for jeans, besides I really wanted to draw this guy in. I went digging through my stuff and finally found something that I thought I could get away with. It's the black dress Sam bought me. Its super cute, but not super revealing, and it leaves my neck line open. It's perfect!
"Okay, think Dean will flip?" I asked pulling it out and holding it up to Sam.
"I think we can probably pull that one off. But put a jacket over it to help out."
"Fine." I said rolling my eyes and walking into the grungy orange painted bathroom to get ready. Geez these motels get uglier by the day. I dabbed on some gold and silver eyeshadow to pop my brown eyes and my black cowgirl boots, I popped my hair up in a sock bun with a few tendrils hanging down around my face. Perfect. I smiled as I glazed on some red lipstick.
I heard the door open and turned to see an all too smiley Dean come through the door. Gross.
"Em, lets roll!" He said as he quickly changed shirts, Sam stood and sprayed some cologne. I laughed and pulled out my favorite victoria's secret perfume and doused everything but my neck in it, I want this guy to get a good whiff of me when he moves in closer.
"Alright alright. I'm ready." I said walking out and slinging a small leather jacket over my shoulders.
"Seriously. You let her put that on?" Dean asked Sam.
"Oh c'mon! You had no problem with it when we bought it De! It's a nice dress, my tits are covered, it almost hits my knees, its not bad at all."
"I think she looks fine, and she's got a point about the neckline thing, we want that to be open if we're trying to bait him." Sam said defending me. I smiled proudly and he sent me a wink.
"The jacket stays on. That's my one condition."
"Deal." I said outstretching my hand, Dean rolled his eyes and pushed me towards the door.
Once we were at the bar I walked in with the boys and we scoped out a table that had a view of the entire bar, once settled I moved my way down. I looked around, trying to spot the man from the surveillance videos. No luck yet. I sat on a barstool down towards the end of the bar where I wouldn't be too obvious, and where this guy might be more likely to approach me. I turned and looked back at the table where my brother's sat, I shot them a questioningly glare. Sam shook his head, meaning he hadn't spotted the guy either. I sighed and turned back around, requesting a glass of club soda.
I piddled in the glass, occasionally glancing around, the longer the night went on the more discouraged I'd become. A few guys hit on me, but I quickly shut them down. Not wanting Casanova to get discouraged if he did finally notice me.
I want to nail this guy so bad.
"What the hell are you doing?" A voice said to me, I turned sharply.
"What?" I asked confused. Bright green eyes narrowed in on mine, they were full of frustration, and something that resembled worry.
"I said what the hell are you doing! Don't you know what's going on here?"
"Uh yeah. I'm working a case… and you're gonna blow my cover! So fuck off."
"I swear. You Winchesters are a whole new brand of stubborn. You need to leave town. Now. Its not safe here for you." He said getting closer to me, his gaze was so intense I almost couldn't form the words to speak next.
"I. We- no. No this is our case, I'm sorry you're having problems finding one on your own but it doesn't mean you can keep budding in on ours!"
"Oh my god… Emily, listen to me. YOU are in danger here. I'm serious. You need to leave. You don't understand what's going on here."
Just as he finished talking I saw him. The man from the tapes. Casanova. I met eyes with him and smiled, ignoring Judson's warning. He briefly smiled back. Then I watched him glance to Judson, who was still glaring at me.
"Look. I got this guy on the hook, and you've got about 10 seconds to get lost before you blow my cover! So leave, or I swear I'll ruin your pretty boy face."
"Ridiculous!" He said throwing his hands up in the air and stalking off angrily. Part of me wanted to go after him, but the other part really wanted this guy dead. So I sucked it up and coyly watched him before turning back to the bar and stirring my half empty drink.
"Is your boyfriend coming back?" A smooth voice whispered close to my ear. It made me shiver.
"I don't have a boyfriend. I said turning just my head to meet his gaze, then turning back. Pretending to be uninterested.
"Well. Fortunately for you, I don't have a girlfriend." He said as he sat down beside me. YES!
"Why is that? A guy like you… its hard to imagine you'd be in a place like this alone."
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Recent break up, he just wasn't… into the things I was."
"Oh? Like what."
"I'm not sure I should tell you… it might scare you away." I said shyly, tearing my gaze away.
"Nonsense. Tell me."
"Well… you have to promise not to laugh."
"Sure." He laughed.
"Look you're already laughing at me!" I accused playfully.
"Okay, okay. I'll stop. Tell me your darkest desires." He said seductively.
"Well… I like. Dark things. I like horror movies. Ghosts… creatures. Everything about it just. Intrigues me. I know that's probably super weird…" I pushed some hair behind my ear and looked back down at my drink. The man moved to grab my hand, I looked back up at him.
"My name's Jason. And I think you're exquisite." He then reached down and kissed the top of my hand.
"Emily." I smiled.
"Emily, allow me to buy you another drink."
I allowed him to reorder my drink, I sipped it, but pretended like it was getting me super buzzed. I apologized repeatedly about being a cheap drunk and let myself hang all over him. Periodically I would look over at my brothers, who gave an approving nod and kept a close watch.
Really though… I kept looking around for Judson. Something about his tone was alarming. He was serious, but I just couldn't let that get in the way of solving this case. The more I looked for him the more this whole thing bothered me. What did he mean danger? I mean yeah. I get this guy is preying on young girls… but he. He didn't seem to be talking about just him.
"So Emily, what do you say we get outta here, I know this quiet little spot right outside… I have something for you. Its gonna drive you wild baby."
"Oh yeah?" I giggled drunkenly. "I'm usually an X kinda girl but I'll try something new, just as long as you promise to do it with me."
"Of course." He smiled, he stood and reached out his hand. I grabbed it and let him lead me out, but not before I looked back and made sure my brothers were close behind me. Once I caught the glimpse of them on the move I turned my attention back to Jason, letting him lead me out the back door and into the alley away from the road.
He pushed me against the wall and kissed me a few times, I played along, but quickly pushed him off.
"Okay Mr. Tease. What do you have for me?"
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small red vial, he popped the top on it and lifted it between our faces.
"What is it?" I asked innocently.
"One drop of this, and your life will never be the same."
Just as he moved to push it towards me Dean appeared and yanked him backwards, throwing him to the ground. Sam moved to stand beside me and handed me my gun.
"Well well well… that smells like vampire blood." Dean said taking a whiff of the vial and dumping it onto the ground next to the perv.
Gun fire came out of nowhere and Sam pushed me down on the ground as we scrambled to hid behind a dumpster. Dean followed and unfortunately the guy took off, I went to run after him but Dean yanked me backwards just before a bullet grazed me.
"Dammit!" I yelled. "Who the fuck is shooting at us!"
"I don't know! It better not be that punk that was talking to you at the bar."
"Come on out Sam… don't make this harder than it has to be." A familiar voice called out. Gordon.
"Oh! Come on!" Dean yelled. "I thought you were locked up!"
"Yeah well I'm out, and I'm ready to put an end to this cat and mouse game we keep playing. We all know how this is going to end."
"Hey Gordon, do me a favor and go fuck yourself!" I yelled back.
"Hey! Hey!" A whispered yell caught our attention, we all turned to look at the building across the alley, there stood Judson.
"I'll cover you, ready?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded, we got ready to run and waited till Judson stepped out and started emptying his mag. We all took off for the other alley and as soon as we were safe Judson followed behind as we all made a break for the parking lot, I don't think I've ever seen Dean jump into Baby so fast, but in less than a minute we were all panting, looking around for any sign that Gordon was following.
I looked over to the man sitting next to me and briefly noticed our knees were touching. I quickly straightened up and pulled my leg away from.
"Hey man, not that I don't appreciate the good timing but what the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked looking back at us in the rearview mirror.
"Caught wind of the vamp case. When I got here I found out Gordon was in town… and lets just say it wasn't vampires he was hunting."
"So you knew he was after us?" I asked, finally understanding what he meant at the bar.
"Maybe next time you'll listen to me." He said frustrated.
"Oh c'mon can you really blame me? I mean you stalk me, show up out of nowhere and damn near blow my cover."
"Oh hunny, if I was stalking you- you'd know it. I promise." He said with a wink and sexy grin.
"Ugh, whatever." I scoffed, knowing I didn't have a good response. "So what do we do now."
"Well you three should skip town. I'll finish off the case."
"No way! I'm finishing this case. We put in all the time, and I'm not just gonna hand it over to you."
"Yeah, cause flirting is hard work." He mocked.
"Hey, you two knock it off." Dean yelled.
The rest of the ride to the motel was silent. I shared a concerned glance with Sam… what else did Gordon tell this guy. I mean I know he just saved our lives and all, but how do we know he's not just setting us up FOR Gordon. I mean, its not the first time that Gordon pulled other hunters into this.
Once back we walked in and Dean quickly locked the room and set salt lines, blocking the windows incase Gordon showed up.
"We should probably swap motels, just incase." Dean mumbled before walking back over to us all.
"So." Sam said looking at Judson. "What did Gordon tell you."
I was nervous to hear his answer… The guys a dick. But he's a hot dick. And I don't want him knowing I'm a freak… I don't want anyone knowing I'm a freak. The boys and Bobby are the only one's who really know whats going on.
"A bunch of mumbo jumbo about you and Emily leading the demons and ending the world." He said casually. I watched his face carefully as he glanced between Sam and I.
"And what do you think about that?" Dean asked, handing him a beer. I tensed.
"I think he's always been a little crazy, but something in his head must've snapped. I mean. I know there was a lot of chatter about a yellow eyed Demon, but I also heard you guys took him out. Doesn't seem like you're on their side to me."
"Good." Dean nodded.
"How did he know where to find us?" I asked.
"Don't know. Said he got a tip from a friend."
"A friend?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. He didn't elaborate."
I thought about who we've had contact with lately… then it struck me.
"Dean." I finally said. "The bitch…"
I could see it when realization hit him. He quickly dug for his phone and dialed.
Uh, yeah, I guess so. You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?
"Hi, Bela." He smiled sarcastically. "Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?"
I shook my head in anger. Why the fuck is Dean taking her calls anyways.
"Excuse me?... I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by?!... He tried to kill us!"
"Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you… Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious." He growled before hanging up.
"I told you she was a lying bitch." I said stepping up to Dean with my arms crossed. "Why the fuck are you answering her calls anyways?!"
"Oh shut up… I don't need your attitude tonight."
"Yeah well I didn't need the vamp to get away tonight, but looks like neither of us are getting what we want tonight Dean!"
"Hey! Knock it off." Sam said stepping between us. "Right now we need to figure out our next move."
"Easy." Judson cut in. "Skip town. I'll finish up."
"No! Dean… that vamp is still out there. We can get him!"
"First things first." Dean started.
"Gordon." Sam finished.
"We've got to kill him." Dean pushed. "He's not left us any other option. Its us or him, and I for one am not gonna let him take another shot at you or Emily. I should have killed him the first time he laid hands on her."
"Yeah, I know." Sam agreed. Dean and I both looked up in surprise. Sam was so against killing anything close to human, but there was no argument.
Really? Just like that? I thought you would have been like, No, we can't, he's human, it's wrong." Dean mocked. I threw something at the back of his head and sent him a warning glare.
"No, I'm done. I mean, Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead... or till he is."
"Great. So what's the plan?" I asked. But Dean's ringing phone cut me off.
"What?!" He scowled, putting it on speaker.
"I don't like it when people hold grudges against me, and more to the point, I'd rather you didn't kill me, so I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you." Bela's voice chanted through the phone.
"You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you—"
"Hello? Purveyor of powerful occult objects? I used a talking board to contact the other side."
"And?"
"Warehouse. Two stories, riverfront, neon sign outside."
"Thanks."
"One more thing. The spirit had a message for you. "Leave town, run like hell, and whatever you do, don't go after Gordon." For whatever that's worth."
Bela hung up and Judson stepped forward and threw his hands in the air.
"Like I said! Leave town… I'll finish up here."
"So what you're gonna kill Gordon just cause we said so?" I asked skeptically.
"I mean, It would be doing the Winchester's a favor. You three would owe me, and having the Winchester's owe you a favor isn't a bad thing."
"No." Sam cut in. "We need to end this one ourselves. We're not gonna drag other hunters into our fight."
"I agree." I nodded.
"Well, then allow me to offer my assistance."
"Why are you so eager to help us?" Dean asked him stepping closer.
To be honest, part of me wanted him to take off. The other part thought… wouldn't hate it if he stuck around. Dammit! Why is he so confusing?! He's a prick… but a sexy prick.
NO! Emily. Stop… sexy prick is not a good thing!
"I told you. A favor from the Winchester's is a valuable thing. Besides. Gordon seemed like a dick."
"So did you." I mumbled.
"Fine. But if this has anything to do with her… I'll cut your balls off." Dean said motioning over to me.
"DEAN!" I yelled, my face flushing in embarrassment.
"Hey, hands are off. Seems a little high maintenance for me anyways." He said sipping his beer and raising his hands in surrender.
"Hey! I am not high maintenance!" Yup. He's a dick…
"Well, you can be a little high maintenance sometimes kiddo." Sam said thoughtfully. I chunked and empty beer can at his face and he barely dodged it.
"You're all assholes. I'm going to get my shit out of the car."
"Hey, wait. Don't go out alone." Dean called.
"Dean. I have a gun. I'm fine."
"I'll go with her." Judson spoke up. I groaned and dropped my shoulders. Somehow I feel like we're gonna be stuck with this guy. I pushed my way out the door, and moved quickly to the trunk. Grabbing my duffle and my make up bag.
"So, do you guys always pick such crappy motels?"
"We try and stay under the radar. These places are about as low on the radar as you can go." I explained without making eye contact with him.
"Yeah. But they all smell bad. Don't you get tired of that?"
"Look." I said turning and facing him, slamming the trunk. "I don't know why you're so set on working with us, but I'm on to you… whatever this little game you're playing is. I suggest you back out now, you and I both know any one of us could take you out in a matter of minutes."
"Emily." He said with a smile. "Would you like me to carry your bags?"
"Ugh!" I groaned, turning back towards the door and going back in. I could hear his laughter follow me in.
"Em, jump up on the counter. I'll clean up your knees, then you can change so we can go find this warehouse." Sam said catching me as I came through the door. I looked at him with confusion, and then down at my busted up knees. I hadn't even noticed before now.
"Aww." I said as I noticed the hem of my dress was ripped in the front. I held it and looked up to Sam with puppy dog eyes.
"Sorry kiddo, maybe we can stitch it up." Sam said sympathetically. I wouldn't even care if hadn't been the dress that Sam bought for me. I hopped up on the counter and let him clean up the cuts on my knees, Judson watched tentatively. I wasn't sure if I found it weird, or caring. Either way. It made me nervous.
"All done." Sam smiled helping me hop off the counter so I could go get changed. I put on Jeans and my zeppelin long sleeve. Dean's favorite shirt.
"Alright, lets go find this place." Dean said as he loaded extra mags into his pockets and tossed me a small bottle of dead man's blood.
"You know how to use this stuff?" He asked Judson.
"Dead man's blood, its like a paralytic."
"Alright, don't miss." He said as he handed him a few dipped bullets and the knife that had been coated in it.
We drove around downtown for about an hour before we found a place that matched the description Bela had given us. Dean took lead, he called for me to flank him and Sam and Judson took the opposite side of the hall. We moved room to room, as we reached the back of the building I could hear muffled cries. I tapped Dean and he nodded, telling me he heard it to. He lowly whispered, signaling Sam to head our direction. Moments later Sam and Judson were right behind us as we moved forward in the room.
The sight in front of us was gruesome. There were several women, their bodies tied up and hanging form the ceiling. Their heads on the ground below them. Next to them was Jason, and in the center of the room sat an older man. Mid 40s if I had to guess… he was sobbing. He looked up and spotted us.
"Go ahead. Do it. KILL me." He yelled.
"What happened here?" I stepped up and asked.
"Gordon Walker. I never should have brought a hunter here. Never. I just... I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid... exposing him to my family."
"Oh, yeah, you're such a family man." Dean said walking forward. I hesitantly followed. Staying as close as I could to Sam without coming off as a weak little girl. I don't need to give Judson anymore ammo to ridicule me.
"You don't understand."
"I don't want to understand, you son of—"
"I was desperate! You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?"
"Well, there's Hell."
The words made me shudder… I had thinking a lot about hell… I'm sure Dean has been too.
"I wasn't thinking. I just ... I didn't care anymore. Do you know it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like ... it's like being dead already. So just go ahead. Do it."
"Dean. Head wasn't cut off, it was ripped off. With someone's bare hands." Sam said, getting all of our attention.
"What did you do to Gordon?" I asked the vamp hesitantly.
"I made him into the one thing he despised the most… I ruined his life. And then he ruined mine."
I looked at Dean, worry filling my face. Gordon as a vampire?! Could this get worse? My eyes bounced from body to body… this wasn't just evil. This was haunting. This was pure hatrid. This… was psychotic. And this guys looking for us… for me. Wants me dead.
"Judson. Take Emily back to the car." Dean cut in, I looked at him and knew he had been watching my face.
"Dean I'm fine."
"Take her, now."
He reached up and pulled on my arm, I didn't fight him. Instead I let him guide me back towards the door. Once we were at the car we climbed in the backseat.
"So, the bodies bother you?" He asked out of nowhere.
"What?"
"The bodies… that's the part of the job that gets to you. Isn't it?"
"No. I can do the job just fine."
"I didn't say you couldn't do the job. I just asked if the bodies was the part that bothered you."
"Yeah. Sure. I guess." I said staring out the window. Refusing to admit he was right.
"For me it's the kids."
"The kids?" I asked him curiously.
"Yeah. The kids who die… the ones who end up orphans."
"Yeah. That part is kinda hard." I agreed.
"Its not all the bodies… just the. Dismembered ones."
"Bad experience?"
You have no idea…
"Yeah. Something like that."
Dean and Sam got back into the car and we moved back to the motel. Once there Dean loaded our stuff and we moved to a new motel across town, incase Gordon caught our scent. Once there we burned saffron and some other scent deterrents.
"Alright. Here's the deal. I'm gonna go look for Gordon. You guys are staying here."
"De let us help."
"No way. He's after you two. I'm not fixing to let him catch your scent. You don't leave this room. Got it? The kid's gonna stay too. Just incase Gordon shows up."
"And what happens when he finds you alone?" I asked.
"He doesn't want me kiddo. I'll be fine." Dean kissed my forehead and busted out the door, Sam moved to lock it behind him and fix the salt lines.
"Why don't you hit the sack Em, I'll take first watch." Sam offered. I nodded and climbed into the bed farthest from the door. It was odd trying to sleep knowing Judson was in the room. But after while the exhaustion finally won out and I drifted to sleep.
Once I did, I didn't find peace. I found bodies… hanging from the ceiling. Blood… all over the floors. I panicked, turning and looking for an exit to run towards. But when I did I ran into more bodies. I screamed. Pushing my way past them.
"I know what you did." Gordon's voice flowed through my ears.
"I know what you are Emily… you're a killer. Like me."
"No! NO! Leave me alone!" I said as I ran in the opposite direction, tripping over limbs.
"You know what I have to do doll. I have to stop you."
Terror ripped through me. He was getting closer. I ran as hard and as fast as I could. Just when I thought I was safe I stopped to catch my breath. I leaned back up and turned, coming face to face with Gordon, his machete in the air.
"AHHH!"
"EMILY! Wake up…" Sam's voice cut in. Cutting the dream off at the exact moment the machete made contact with my neck. I instantly threw my hand towards my neck and grabbed at it, checking it for wounds, or blood.
"Whoa, hey. You're okay. You're fine."
"Dean?" I asked out of breath.
"He called, said he found nothing. He'll be back any minute now. You good Em?"
I stared around the room, looking for Gordon. But instead my eyes landed on Judson. I had forgotten he was here. He looked back at me with honest concern. His gaze was intense… I felt so small staring straight into his eyes. Like he was this… incredible being, and I was just. Plain old me.
"Emily?" Sam asked again. Using his hand to force my gaze back on him. I nodded my head up and down. Trying to control my breathing again. I shut my eyes and leaned forward against his shoulder. The last thing I wanna do is have a panic attack in front of this guy. I refuse.
"Was it hell hounds?" Sam whispered to me, knowing that they had been the reoccurring theme.
"No… Gordon." I admitted quietly. Sam sighed.
"He's not getting near you again Em. I promise."
"I know… I'm gonna try and go back to sleep." I felt uncomfortable knowing another set of green eyes were still on me. Sam kissed my cheek and moved off the bed. I looked back up to Judson and his gaze hadn't left. He stared at me… eyes full of worry. It caught me off guard. As Sam walked past him he finally pulled his eyes away from mine.
I laid back down but couldn't fall asleep. Dean came through the door not long after.
"Well. I've got a giant load of jack shit."
"Nothing?" I asked sitting up.
"Yeah. Nothing. So for now we bunker down and wait for him to draw us out. Cover our scent. Emily. Gimme your phone."
I sat up confused and handed it to him. He threw it down and crushed it.
"DEAN!" I yelled jumping out of the bed. He proceeded to smash his and Sam's as well.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"He can use those to track us. Here. New phone"
"Ugh! I'm gonna strangle you one of these days."
"Geez. You're cranky… did you have another nightmare?"
"NO." I bit back, looking nervously between all three of the men in the room. Dean shot me a knowing look. I quickly walked away from him and scanned the new phone. It was only loaded with the boys numbers and Bobby's. Great.
Dean's phone suddenly began to ring.
"Dude. Seriously. You've had the damn phone for 5 minutes. What slut could possibly have your number already?!"
"I didn't give my number to anyone."
"Just answer the damn thing already." Sam said stepping forward. Dean answered and put it on speaker.
"Hello?"
"Dean." Gordon's voice sent shivers down my spine. My all too recent nightmare plaguing my thoughts again. I instantly moved to stand closer to Sam. Judson noticed, but I forced myself not to look at him.
"How'd you get this number?"
"Your scent's all over the cellphone store. Of course, I can't smell you now. Where are you?"
"Well, I guess you'll just have to find us, won't you."
"I'd rather you come to me."
"What's the matter, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!"
"I don't think so." The sounds of a woman crying filled the phone. Dean's face changed instantly.
"Please. Please.." She begged.
"Factory on riverside off the turnpike. Be here in 20 minutes or the girl dies."
"Gordon, let the girl go."
"Bye, Dean."
"Gordon! Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter."
"No. I'm a monster."
He hung up the phone and Dean threw it across the room.
"Son of a bitch!" He yelled.
"So what do we do now." I asked.
"We go." Sam insisted. "I mean we don't have another choice… he's gonna kill that girl if we don't."
"Alright. Everyone load up… Kid if you want out, now's the time to run."
"I'm always down for a good fight." Judson said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.
"Okay. Thanks man." Dean said reaching out his hand. Oh this is so getting weird… since when does Dean like this guy?!
We moved silently, but quickly as we packed up our gear and made our way to the warehouse where Gordon was holding the girl hostage. The door was wide open, and the cries of the woman made it extremely easy to find her. Dean was on edge. He and Sam both had a hand on me at all times.
"Hey, we got you. Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here… Get up. Watch your head. Watch your head." Sam whispered to her as he helped her. She sobbed and could barely walk. Dean slung her arm over his shoulders and picked her up to carry her out.
"Sam, Em, stay close."
Sam moved in front of Dean to take lead, gun raised. I moved to follow immediately behind Dean and Judson followed closely behind. At this time I was thankful for his presence, it made the job easier. We moved through the last of the first floor and had the front door in sight, we all relaxed slightly and Dean and Sam picked up the pace.
Before I realized what was happening a door fell and slammed shut inches form my face, I fell back against Judson, his strong arms caught me.
"Dean! Sam!" I yelled banging on the door.
"Emily! Emily!" Dean yelled back, slamming against the door, but it wasn't budging from either side.
"Here move, watch my back." Judson said as he pushed me aside and pulled against the door.
"Emily, get to a window and climb out!" Dean yelled.
"De! I'm scared!" I yelled back. Not caring that the asshole behind me would mock me for this later.
"I'm coming babygirl… just find a window and get out until I can get to you!"
"Okay." I said shakily. Trying to swallow down the lump of fear.
"Judson, I swear you better watch her." Dean growled. I turned and looked at Judson, he didn't show a bit of fear, just frustration.
"Stay close to me okay? Grab the back of my shirt, don't let it go. We just have to stay together. Don't let him separate us."
I nodded nervously.
"Emily. Trust me. I'm not gonna let him hurt you."
"I just want to get out of here." I whispered looking down at my feet.
"I know, c'mon. I'll get you back to your brothers."
Judson pulled his machete form the sheath and led us back towards the first floor. I did as he said and wadded a handful of fabric into my left hand, machete in my right. The farther in we went, the further from Dean I felt. It made me nervous. Knowing that I had to put my life in the hands of some guy I barely know… but oddly enough. I felt safe every time he looked back at me. Like something in his eyes calmed me.
The lights cut out and I gasped softly, freezing in my place. The sound of another door shutting caught our attention. I could barely hear it as Dean yelled Sam's name the same way he did mine. Gordon separated them.
"Sam…" I whispered. "He's going after Sam."
"Emily stay with me here, okay? If we can get out the window then we can come back in for Sam."
I stared into eyes as green as an emerald and nodded. He pulled my arm and I moved with him through the rest of the building. Once we reached the window he busted out the glass and laid an old sheet over the bottom so we didn't get cut. He looked down. It was about a 5 or 6 foot drop. I gulped nervously.
"Okay. Listen. I'll go down first, once I'm out. You jump. Don't hesitate. Don't give him the chance to catch you alone. You jump as soon as my feet hit the ground. Got it?"
"Yeah. I- I think."
"You can do this. Deep breath." He said putting his face inches from mine. The movement sent this odd sensation through my entire body. Like his words were magic. I felt calm.
"Okay."
He moved and jumped out the window, as soon as he was gone I climbed out and took a deep breath, I closed my eyes and jumped. I held my breath until I felt strong arms catch me.
"Good girl, c'mon. Lets go get Sam." He said as he set me down and pulled me back towards the front of the building. We walked in again and followed the sound of voices.
"You have no idea what I faced to get here. I lost everything. My life. But it's worth it, 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Sam." Gordon grumbled, the closer we got, the easier it was to hear them.
"Look who's talking."
"You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer. But I'm not the only one… She's killed. She shed blood. She's just as much of a monster as I am Sam, we both know it."
I froze. Realizing Gordon was talking about me.
"You're wrong. She's not like that… she can't help it. YOU have a choice Gordon."
"I don't."
"Yes you do, Gordon. You didn't kill that girl."
"No, I didn't. I did something much, much worse."
"Oh my god… Judson, he turned her. She's with Dean!"
"Okay, you go find Dean. I'll stay. Back Sam up."
"Judson." I said pulling him back towards me before he could get away. "Don't let him kill my brother."
"Hey, I kept you safe didn't I?" He said with a cocky grin and a wink. I moved further in where I expected that Dean and Sam got separated.
"Dean!" I called out. "De!"
"Emily?!" I heard his voice off to my left. I moved quickly, coming to a locked door. I bent down and picked it with a bobby pin. I flung the door open.
"Dean! She's a vamp!" I yelled as I barged in.
"Yeah. I know." He groaned from the floor. Holding a bloody hand up to his neck.
"De are you okay?!"
"Bitch bit me…"
"She didn't bleed on it did she?"
"No. I'm good, where's Judson."
"Backing up Sam, he and Gordon were having a lovely chat right before I left, lets go."
I pulled Dean up from the floor and briefly checked his wound. Thankfully she missed his jugular but there's no telling how close she really was. Dean was a lucky son of a bitch tonight.
"Guess you're the one coming to my rescue tonight." He teased as we ran towards the sound of a struggle.
Once we approached there was the sight of Gordon and Judson fighting, Judson seemed to have the upper hand but in one swift move Gordon flipped and threw Judson across the room. I moved to charge him but Dean held me back.
"Wait. Look." He said pointing. I watched as Gordon turned and Sam charged him, barbed wire in hand. He shoved him against the wall and pushed the wire through his neck… slowly. One inch at a time until his head rolled to the floor. Dean pushed my face against his chest, knowing I didn't want to watch, but I couldn't force myself to look away.
"Sam. You just charged a super-vamped-out Gordon with no weapon. That's a little reckless, don't you think?" Dean said breathless.
Sam chuckled in response.
Soft groans in the background caught my attention. I turned to see Judson pull himself up off the ground and walk towards us.
"Wow. You Winchesters sure know how to have a good time." He groaned, holding his ribs. We all chuckled a little. I moved towards Sam and wrapped my arms around him. We were alive… we were all alive and Gordon was finally Dead.
We moved back to the motel and Sam stitched up Dean. For once I got away with no serious injuries. The boys however were not as lucky. I watched them stich each other up for a while, but Judson flinching as he reached for a beer drew my attention. I climbed off the counter I had been sitting on and walked towards him.
"Let me see em."
"What?" He asked confused.
"Let me see… you're hurt. I happen to have a vast amount of knowledge in the field of first aid."
"I'm fine. Really."
I pushed him to the left and watched him flinch as he caught his balance.
"You're full of shit. Let me see."
He sighed and rolled his eyes but finally lifted his shirt. There were dark bruises on one side of his tan chiseled body.
"I think you cracked a rib. Maybe two."
"Great, your recommendation nurse?"
"Wrap it with an ace bandage, take some pain killers, sleep it off."
"Hey, uh… thanks. For everything. We coulda been screwed without you."
"Anytime. Life with the Winchesters is never boring."
"Oh you have NO idea." I laughed.
"So. How long have you been waiting for an excuse to get me out of my clothes?" He asked cockily. I stopped wrapping his ribs and looked at him incredulously.
"Seriously?! I try and offer my gratitude. And you take this chance to be a perv…"
"Well. You did linger a little longer than necessary."
"I did not!"
"You did too." He smirked.
"Oh fuck off." I said punching him in his injured ribs before walking back over to the boys.
"Well. As fun as this has been, I think I'm gonna head outta town before someone finds the trail of bodies." He said walking over to the three of us.
"Yeah. I hear ya, we won't be far behind." Sam nodded.
"Thanks for your help… you need a favor you know where to find us." Dean said walking forward. He and Judson shook hands, then he and Sam did. I rolled my eyes and waved when he looked in my direction.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." I smiled fakely.
"Till next time, Emily." He said before disappearing out the door.
"Alright, he's got the right idea. Lets get the hell out of dodge." Dean said packing up the first aid kits.
We drove all night and ended up eating breakfast burritos on the side of the road next to a small creek. Dean said Baby was making a funny noise and he wanted to check it out. Sam and I sat on the top of the coolers while Dean hid himself under the hood.
"Here you go." Sam said handing Dean a beer.
"Thanks."
"Seriously guys? Its like 8 am."
"Eh, its 5 o clock somewhere." Dean shrugged taking a sip, Sam followed.
"Figure out what's making that rattle?" Sam asked him.
"Not yet. Give me a box wrench, would you?"
"Yeah. There you go." Sam said stretching over to give it to him.
"Thanks." Dean paused, looking down at the wrench. "Hey Sam."
"Wrong one?" Sam asked.
"No no no, come here for a second."
I watched with curiosity.
"Yeah?"
"This rattle could be a couple of things. I'm thinking it's an out-of-tune carb."
"…Okay." Sam said confused.
"All right, see this thing? It's a valve cover. Inside are all the parts that are on the head. Hand me that socket wrench. All right, you with me so far?"
"Yeah, uh, valve cover covers the heads."
"Very good. Now this is your intake manifold, okay, and on top of it?"
"It's, uh, uh, a carburetor."
"Very good."
"What's with the auto shop?" Dean held out the socket wrench. "What, you don't mean you want—"
"Yeah, I do. You fix it."
"Dean, you barely let me drive this thing."
"Well, it's time. You should know how to fix it. You're gonna need to know these things for the future. And besides, that's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes?"
Sam nodded and took the wrench. I watched the emotion flash across his face but he quickly concealed it and leaned in, unscrewing something on the motor.
Dean walked over and sat next to me on the coolers.
"Put your shoulder into it." He directed. Sam chuckled.
I watched and tried to find the amusement that Dean and Sam had, but I couldn't. All I could see was Dean preparing for what might be inevitable…
Hell.