Author's Note: In honor of Sam Winchester's Birthday here is a new chapter! There's lots of Judson in there for you my friends! Let me know if you think we should continue this trend or not, quite frankly I like writing about Judson and Emily, but I don't want to overload you all! Thank you to my faithful readers and reviewers! Your support is appreciated in ways I can't express with words. I love you guys, thank you for giving me the chance to share my thoughts with you all.
Sam opened the door and there stood Judson, in all his 'bad boy' glory. But instead of his constant cocky smile there was a look of slight worry in his eye, concern… he scanned the room until he landed on me. He took a step inside the doorway, our eyes never leaving each other.
"Got your phone call, but I uh… I'm guessing you worked things out."
I slapped my palm to my face, I forgot that I called. Honestly I wasn't sure that it would even go through with it being an alternate reality and all.
"When did you get it?" I asked.
"Um? Yesterday? Tuesday…" He stared at me curiously.
"Yeah, we uh. We worked things out."
"Okay… well. Since I'm here. You guys wanna go out for a beer or something?"
"What'd ya say kiddo? Its after midnight, officially Thursday? Think its safe for me to go out and have a little fun now?" Dean teased.
"Don't mock me for being careful." I said as I punched him. In return he used a pillow and smacked me in the back of the head.
We both got up after a little more horseplay and got dressed to go to the bar. I was in the bathroom putting on some mascara. I can't say I'm not excited to see Judson. That my stomach didn't flutter just a little when the door opened.
Like I said… he has this mysterious way of always just… showing up.
But tonight, I don't mind so much.
I finished my make up and made sure my jeans with the sparkly pockets were properly situated. When I walked out I found Judson waiting for me.
"Hey, I told your brothers we'd meet them there. Thought maybe you could explain the phone call."
I looked down at my feet and sighed.
"Judson… I'm sorry about the phone call. I was-"
"You were scared. Terrified from the sounds of it, rambling about Dean dying. What the hell happened out there Em?"
"Its called a Trickster." I said as I walked out the door, he followed closely. "Can alter your reality, time, everything. I can't tell you how many Tuesdays I lived through. And in every single one of them… Dean died."
"How?"
"Every way you could possibly imagine. Electrocution, gun shot, hit by a car, slipped and fell, falling objects, dogs, food poisoning, … a stake through the heart."
"I'm guess that last one has more to it."
"It does, but it still didn't matter. Every single time he died its like my heart sank. Especially the first time. When I didn't know the day would just start all over again… and the last one. When I wasn't sure if the trickster would bring him back."
"So wait, this thing brought him back to life?"
"Yup. After I swore to never hunt him again."
"Please tell me you're lying? I mean you know we have to find this thing and take it out. Its way too dangerous."
"No. I'm not. I'm not going after it. I'm just glad to have Dean back, and I'm not trying to push my luck here."
"Fine. For now… So you're okay then?"
"Yeah. I'm okay. Just ready to get past the last few days."
"What better way to do that then have a drink and a good time?" He said as he winked, pulling into the bar.
"I gotta warn you, I'm a cheap drunk." I confessed.
"I got your back Winchester." He said as he helped me out of the truck. We walked in and spotted the boys over at a pool table.
"I'll grab us a drink, what do you want?"
"Surprise me." I winked as I walked over to the boys.
"Hey, you wanna play on the next round?" Dean asked as he sank three balls at once.
"Yeah. I'm down to play winner."
"Where's Judson?" Sam asked.
"Went to get us a drink."
"So… that's who you called huh?"
"And?"
"And nothing… Just. Interesting." Sam shrugged.
"Why don't you two find something else to think about it. I told you. I don't like him."
"Like who?"
I turned quickly and found Judson right behind me. He lifted a drink towards me. It was clear, and bubbly. I sniffed it carefully before taking a sip.
"Like no one." I said as I tipped the glass and tasted rum and sprite.
"Mmm... a little girly but I like it."
"Well you are a girl, or is there something you're hiding from me?"
I laughed.
"Oh hunny, if I did have a dick, I can assure you it'd be bigger than yours."
"I don't know, you haven't even seen the competition."
"I'm not worried." I winked as I grabbed a pool stick and turned back to my brothers.
"Alright, two on two?" Dean asked as he made the winning shot.
"I'm game." Judson said grabbing a stick.
"Who's with who?" Sam asked.
"I'll take Em." Dean said. I walked over and fist bumped him. We're an unbeatable team, and Sam knows it. Judson will catch on quickly.
"Well, be prepared to lose." Sam mumbled to Judson.
"Oh I don't know. I got a trick or two." Judson smiled.
"Bring it on. You boys can break."
I watched as Judson leaned and mumbled something to Sam, he then racked the balls and got in stance to break. He had shrugged out of his leather jacket and was left in a gray t shirt and jeans…. The curves of the muscles in his back showed as he leaned over the table, his long dark arms reached up the stick.
He broke.
I watched as 3 balls rolled into pockets. Two solids and one stripe.
"We'll take stripes." He winked.
Ha, man this guy is cocky… Dean and I shared a confident look. This guy was gonna lose his shit when our turn came up. He leaned in again and sank another ball.
Then another.
Then two more.
Then another.
I looked up at him nervously and he laughed.
"Dean." I whispered. He leant down to listen. "I think we're getting played."
We watched as Judson sank the last of the stripes. Leaving only the eight ball.
"Yeah. I'd say so." Dean leaned down and agreed, taking a long swig of his beer.
I looked up to Sam who sat back and laughed as we all watched Judson sink the 8. When he finished he sat on the side of the table and downed his drink.
"Round two?" He asked. I shot him a look.
"Fine. I'll break this time." I downed the rest of my drink before walking up and racking the balls. I swapped my regular stick for a shorter one used specifically for breaking, my short reach is a disadvantage, but I've learned to play around it. I broke and watched as I sank two of each solids and stripes. I winked at Dean and turned to face Judson and Sam.
"Well, you boys want stripes again?"
"Sure." Judson shrugged.
I smiled and went back down, sinking a few of the balls. I circled the table, looking for my next shot, what angle lines up best. As I walked around the table I paused to stand in front of Judson. I leaned over, preparing to shoot, letting the end of the stick bump his hip each time I pulled it back. I could hear him chuckle from behind me.
I smiled, lined up the shot, and sank the ball swiftly. I stood, gauging out my next move, but suddenly there was warm breathing tingling against the back of my neck.
"Nice shot." He whispered. Sending shivers down my spine. My eyes fluttered closed and I quickly moved away from him. Trying to pull my focus back to the game. I leaned down to sink the next to last ball, but my eyes kept wandering, looking up to find Judson. To meet green orbs. I stopped and turned to Dean.
"De. Don't hate me if we lose."
"What?! Get your mind off this guy and play!" He whisper yelled at me.
I leaned back down and zoned in on the green ball. I took a deep breath and steadied my hand. It rolled straight into the corner pocket. I sighed in relief. I set my sights on the 8 and called out my pocket. I sat on the edge of the table and leaned over, setting the stick close to the cue ball, then pulling back for the shot.
"Game." I smiled as the ball glided into the pocket with no resistance.
"Well done." Judson clapped.
"Okay. You two have had your fun, I'm kicking you both off the table." Dean said as he took the stick away from me. Sam stood and he and Dean began setting up for another game.
"Fine, I'll just grab another drink." I cheered prancing over to the bar and taking a seat on an open stool.
"Rum and sprite please." I smiled to the bartender as I slipped him some money. He smiled and left to make my drink.
"So, you're a pretty decent pool player. I'd like to rematch sometime when your brothers aren't around."
"Oh yeah, whys that?"
"I'd like to see how well you play when you're distracted, and well, I'm not looking to have any body parts dismembered tonight so I figure I'd hold back in front of Dean and Sam."
The thought of a rematch excited me, but I put on my best poker face and brought my attention back down to the napkin on the bar.
"Two can play that game… you just let me know when and where."
"Yeah but only one of us can win."
"So, what are you drinking?" I asked him.
"Whiskey on the rocks."
I leaned over a took a sip from his glass, he didn't seem to mind.
"Mmm. Johnny Walker I'm guessing?"
"I love a girl who knows her whiskey."
"Yeah well, Daddy was a whiskey man, and Bobby keeps a stocked house."
"You guys are pretty close with Bobby huh? Ya know before I met you three I swung through Bobby's a few times. The bedroom upstairs on the left was always off limits to hunters."
I smiled. My room. He made sure it always stayed mine even when I wasn't there.
"Bobby's been around for as long as I could remember. Daddy used to leave us with him sometimes when he'd be gone for weeks at a time. I guess he took pity on me when I was little, never having my own room and all. He even let me pick the color."
"Oh, and what did you choose?"
"Purple." I giggled. "And to this day, the lavender walls still make me smile."
"He loves you three. I've never seen him cater to other hunters like he does yall."
"I personally think its cause he felt like he partially raised us. We were young when we first started coming around, spent weeks at a time with him, he just. Took us in with no notice at any time, never turned us down, even when him and Daddy were fighting, he never turned us away."
"He's a good guy."
"Yeah, he's the best."
I smiled as the bartender set my drink down in front of me.
"So, you been busy for the last week or so?" I asked.
"Why? You miss me?"
"No, just curious." Wondering why you didn't bother to say a WORD to me.
"Just working. I had just wrapped up a werewolf when I got your phone call, saved me from having to find another hunt. I just looked you guys up and hauled ass."
"Yeah, thanks for that."
"I told you I'd be there for you anytime you needed me, I wasn't lying."
Yeah but I didn't know that… for all I know you couldn't wait to get the hell away from the crazy Winchesters and all their drama.
"Yeah."
"Hey, I'll meet you back at the pool table." He said distractedly as he got up and left. I made my way back to the pool table with the boys.
"You two done battling it out?" Dean asked as I sat down at a table close by.
"Yeah. We'll rematch another night… I'm more in the mood to watch you beat Sam anyways."
"Gee Em, thanks for the boost of confidence." Sam smirked as he lined up his shot, sinking the ball.
"Well Sammy you may just have to prove me wrong." I laughed, I stood form the chair but stumbled a step, grabbing Sam's arm to steady myself.
"Whoa. You enjoying that drink?" He asked.
"I think it snuck up on me a little." I confessed.
"This is only drink number two, how much rum could that guy sneak in there?" Dean asked.
"Enough obviously." Sam answered for me.
I stood next to the boys and let my eyes wander around the bar, landing on Judson… and the blonde slut hanging all over him at the bar. I felt… something. Jolt through me. Jealousy?
No. NO…. I'm not jealous. He's not my boyfriend. He can talk to whoever the fuck he wants to talk to. Even slutty ass blondes in too tight mini skirts that undoubtedly have nothing underneath them. Her makeup was too heavy and her tan obviously fake. Her tits hung out to the point that if she bent too far we'd all see a nip slip.
Fucking whore.
"Hey, move. You're blocking my shot." Dean said bumping into me. I shoved him back and never tore my eyes off the whore.
"What the hells up with you?" He asked as he bumped me again and then followed my gaze. "Oohhhh… I see."
"See what?" I demanded, crossing my arms defensively.
"You might wanna tuck away that little green monster that's sitting on your shoulder." He teased.
"Shut up! I'm not jealous… I'm not even looking at them."
"Oh, then what are you staring at?"
"The-the bar… the guy. Dark hair. At the bar." I quickly lied.
"Suuuure." Dean and Sam chuckled behind me. I pulled a few ice cubes out of my drink and threw it at them. They ducked and laughed some more.
I continued to watch Judson and the girl flirt at the end of the bar. Her hand dangled on his shoulder, his thigh, his chest… I wanted to rip it off.
Sam and Dean backed off for now, but when Dean came to walk by me I grabbed his sleeve, pulling him down to me.
"Hey."
"Hey what?"
"…Do you think she's pretty?"
And you better fucking answer this carefully.
"Only in the 'I'm gonna give it up after one drink and a thirty minute conversation' kind of way."
I smiled up to him. "That's why I love you De." I kissed his cheek and patted him on the face before I moved back down to the bar, refilling my drink.
"Another sprite and rum maam?"
"Make it vodka, a double please."
"You got it hun." The bartender smiled.
I watched carefully as the blonde bimbo let her hand trace down Judson's body. It made me want to hurl a glass at her, but… I won't. For now.
"Here you go."
"Thanks."
I made my way back up to the boys and perched at the table, going back and forth between my brothers and Judson. But he stood from the bar, and just when I thought he was going to tell her to fuck off, he grabs her by the hand and starts to walk towards us.
"Oh no… no fucking way."
"What?" Sam asked coming over by me, seeing Judson make his way up towards us.
"He can't be serious."
"I think he is kiddo." Sam sighed.
"You! Behave!" Dean warned pointing at me with the pool stick.
"I always behave." I said taking a large gulp of my drink.
"Maybe you should back off of these Em." Sam said pulling my drink away, I quickly snatched it back. "Or not…" He mumbled before going back to the pool table.
"Hey guys, this is Amber."
Amber the whore.
"Hi." Sam smiled, Dean offered a friendly nod, I waved briefly from the table.
"Hi." She giggled as she looped her arm through his. It made me want to gag.
"I've got winner." Judson called as he and Amber walked over towards the table.
"Still milking that drink Em?"
"No, I've upgraded, guess you didn't see me down at the bar."
"No, guess not… distracted." He said as he winked at Amber. I rolled my eyes, but neither of them noticed. "So you find anything interesting down there?" He asked as he noticed my gaze fall back down to the lower level by the bar.
"Yeah. Got my eyes on a few possibilities."
"Judson, you're up." Sam said as he tossed Judson the pool stick. Sam stood back as he and Dean started the Game, Amber sat down at the table across from me, eyes on Judson the whole time.
"He's so hot." She mumbled.
"What?" I asked.
"He's so… yummy. Dontcha think?" She laughed.
"Sure."
"So which one is yours? Not that either is a bad choice…"
"They're my brothers." I said flatly.
"Oh… well. I don't suppose you guys have a room nearby do you?" She said to me with raised eyebrows.
I laughed and downed the rest of my drink, then I leaned in close to her.
"Listen to me white trash whore. It'll be a cold day in hell before your skank ass hands get on either of my brothers… got it?"
Her face quickly went from devious and excited to offended and angry.
"Why you little bitch!" She growled back loudly, standing.
"Oh there ain't no little to it sweetcheeks." I said as I stood myself.
"Whoa… oh okay! Playtimes over kids, c'mon Em." Dean laughed as he pulled me to the other side of the pool table, but my eyes stayed glued to Amber, a small smile on my lips. Push me bitch, I fucking dare you. Once Dean had me away Judson moved in towards her and she put on a pouty face, clutching to him like a rag doll.
"Hey, what happened to the whole behave thing we just talked about?" Dean said blocking my view.
"She's a fucking slut, she's trying to hook up with all three of you dumbasses in one fucking night. No way she gets her hands on a fucking Winchester. I'll fucking cut them off!"
"Okay. YOU. Need to chill… me and Sam aren't that desperate kiddo, so go down to the bar, and cool off. Come back when you aren't ready to rip off someone's head."
I huffed and stomped down the steps to the lower level, making my way to the bar.
"Hey friend." I called over to the bartender. "Vodka shots, doubles."
"How many sweetheart?"
"Just keep em coming."
I downed a couple shots and piddled with the third one in my hand, looking up at the pool tables and watching as Amber bent her ass over and asked Judson to show her what to do.
How the fuck does this bitch end up hanging out with my brothers and I'm stuck down here alone? Hell to the fuck no. I ain't playing this shit. I downed the shot and hopped off the barstool, stumbling a few steps.
"Careful." A voice said as someone caught me around the waist. "I'd hate for you to get hurt."
I looked up and grinned. Oh… yes. Brown hair, blue eyes, white teeth, a nice clean button up and expensive jeans, a little on the slender side, but his arms had some nice definition.
"Sorry, guess I uh. Missed a step."
"No problem. I'm Billy."
"Billy, I'm Emily." I said reaching out my hand, he shook it and released the hold on my waist.
"You better get back to your date up there." He said as he glanced up to the pool tables.
"Oh, no. Those are my brothers."
"Oh, well… in that case, how about a game?"
"Yeah, sure." I smiled. I let him lead me up the stairs and we occupied the table next to the boys and Judson. Unlike Judson I didn't feel the need to flaunt my catch to the whole group so we skipped the introductions and just racked for a game. I let him take lead. Playing half assed, no need to wipe this guy's ego out.
"So." Someone whispered from behind me as I stood and watched Billy shoot. "You losing on purpose, or have you just had one too many."
I laughed and turned, falling into green eyes. "Don't think for a second I couldn't beat you. Drunk or not."
I walked away from him and went to stand closer to Billy, who while very nice and good at small talk had not even half my attention. Instead I watched Amber and Judson… they had taken over the pool table and Dean and Sam sat at the table, watching Billy and I.
I swear… I can't have any fun with them around.
"So you from around here Emily?" Billy asked.
"No, just passing through for work."
"Family job I'm guessing?"
"Yes sir."
"Ouch, don't make me feel old." He joked.
I sauntered over to him and sat on the table in front of him, blocking his shot.
"I didn't say anything about being old… I just like it when a man's in control." I whispered in his ear. He chuckled and set one arm on each side of me as he leaned down, letting his lips fall against mine. I pushed my tongue against his lips and he opened them, allowing me full access as I did him. His hands moved onto my hips.
Something small hitting the back of my head caused me to jump and pull away. I turned and found both my brothers giving me the death stare. I sighed and jumped off the table, walking over to them.
"I'm sorry, is there a problem here?" I asked crossing my arms.
"Yeah. If he touches you again… I'm gonna be the one ripping hands off tonight." Dean warned with a smile.
"Oh, but you have no problem with the trash he dragged up here?"
"He's not my sister. You are… I know you're a little drunk and feeling a little jealous but don't act desperate. Its not what Winchester's do Em."
"FINE!" I yelled going back to the table, lining up my next shot. Straight in front of me were Judson and Amber, hanging all over each other, which is when genius struck me. I laughed to myself and readjusted my shot. Pulling back… and… BAM!
I hit the ball hard enough that it flew off the table and smacked into the side of Amber's face, just inches from hitting Judson as well. She screamed and her hand flew up to her face. Judson shot me a 'what the fuck' look and I stood, hiding my smile.
"Oh! Oh no… I'm so sorry. I guess I got a little heavy handed on that one." I said walking over and picking up the ball off the floor by her feet.
"You're gonna pay for that one!" She whined as she picked up her drink, throwing it in my face.
I laughed and licked my lips, closing my eyes briefly. When I opened them again she had a smug grin on her ugly face, so I spit straight in her eyes and used the temporary moment of surprise to deck her, sufficiently breaking her nose.
"HEY! Oh come on!" Dean yelled as He and Sam rushed over, dragging me away from her before I could swing again. Judson pulled her away from me, shooting daggers at me.
"Bring it on Barbie! I got you ALL night long bitch!" I yelled as the boys dragged me down the stairs, leaving Billy and Judson both behind.
Dean pushed me out the door, Sam close behind.
"What the hell Em?! What happened to tucking away the little green monster? Huh?! Cause it looks to me like it just took over."
"Oh she's fine! A little blood never hurt no one." I giggled.
"How much have you had to drink tonight?" Sam asked.
"Ohhh.. I don't know. Some drinks. Some shots?"
"Shots? Of what."
"Vodka I think?" I giggled again. "Did you see the look on that bitches face? I fucking got her Dean! I got her!"
"Yeah, you did. You got a bimbo. Congratulations." Dean said monotone. I continued to laugh smugly to myself.
"Dean, maybe we should just take her and go." Sam suggested.
"NO! No.. please. I-I'll be good! No more hitting the b-bimbo!" I begged.
"Em you're drunk you don't know what you're talking about."
"No no no, I promise. I'll be good. I'll back off. Please. I don't wanna leave yet. I wanna go back in and dance! I won't even come near the pool tables. Promise."
"Fine. But one more move like that and we're gone! Got it?"
"Yes!" I smiled as I pranced back into the door. I glanced up to the pool tables where Judson was helping Amber clean her face. I scanned the room and found Billy coming down the stairs. I walked over to him.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah, nothing a dance or two won't fix." I said smiling and taking his hand and leading him to the center of the bar. Dean and Sam moved back up to the upper level. But I wasn't concerned with them. My eyes were stuck on Judson.
Still letting that whore hang all over him, giving her all his attention. Why the hell does he even want her? Is he more like Dean then I thought? Just looking for a lay and moving onto the next… would he really sleep with that? Every part of this bothered me.
So instead I took a sip of Billy's drink and wrapped my arms around him as we danced.
"So, about that whole man in control thing… I think we can make that work." He whispered in my ear.
"Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?" I giggled drunkenly as he turned us in a circle.
Instead of answering he led us over to a corner of the bar out of sight from my brothers or Judson. I didn't resist. I allowed him to kiss me, his hands moving from my waist to my hips, I pushed myself against him and deepened the kiss. He then trailed his lips down my chin… my neck, to my breasts.
"Ow." I jumped as he nipped against one of them. He pulled back.
"Sorry, I'm a bit of a biter." He breathed into my ear.
"Its okay. I kinda like it." I drunkenly slurred back. I could feel the alcohol really settling in now. I let Billy lift my body and I wrapped my legs around his hips, he pushed me against the wall and we continued our make out session.
I didn't mind as his hands wandered a little, he wasn't being any more pushy than I was, and I knew that if I wanted to stop him I could. He never pushed too much. Just enough to keep me enticed.
"Hey. Time to go." A voice interrupted tapping me on the shoulder. I looked up and met eyes with an irritated Judson.
"No way, fuck off." I said before going back to kissing Billy, who ignored the interruption.
"Emily. I'm serious. Time to go. NOW!" Judson said yanking me away from Billy.
"Hey man leave her alone!" Billy said puffing up to Judson.
"If you knew what was good for you, you'd stay out of this." Judson warned him, then he proceeded to try and drag me away but I pulled back.
"Let me go!" I demanded as I tried yanking my arm away.
"Why? So you can get even more drunk and let that guy feel you up?"
"That's none of your business!"
"The hell it ain't. I said I'd have your back, and I'm not gonna back out on that just because you get bitchy when you're drunk."
"Oh fuck you! Go back and screw the Barbie!"
"Oh I will, after I get you the hell out of this bar."
"What the fuck do you want with her anyway huh? She's fucking trashy. I never expected you had such poor taste in women."
"And I clearly underestimated the warning about being a cheap drunk"
"Just… let me go!" I yelled yanking my arm away and stomping up the stairs to find Sam and Dean.
"They're not up there, they're outside waiting for you. I told them I'd drag you out."
"Oh? Amber outside too?"
"You know, I don't know what the hell your problem is tonight but I'm sick of it."
"Why do you like her?!" I yelled as he pushed me out the door.
"Why do you care?"
"I don't!"
"You sure about that?" Judson asked as he leaned in closely, I could feel his breath on my face. He was daring me to make a move, to give myself away. I smiled and reached back, slapping him across the face. He let out a single bitter laugh.
"You should go back inside with Amber." I said before I turned and stalked off towards the impala, slamming the door behind me as I stumbled in. Dean and Sam were in the front seat and promptly put the impala in drive, pulling away from the bar.
"You enjoy yourself tonight?" Dean asked me sarcastically. I didn't respond. "You know you don't have to speak for me to know what you're thinking, right?"
"Good."
"Ah, it speaks." He joked to Sam who shook his head before turning back to me.
"Emily, how you feeling?"
"Fine."
"You sure, you look a little pale?"
"I said I'm fine, Sam."
"Okay… point taken."
He turned back around and I closed my eyes… but I couldn't shove down the feeling that I wanted to puke. My stomach began to churn and I tried deep breathing and laying down in the seat.
"Em?"
I was afraid if I talked, I'd get sick, so I just waved off my brothers. I breathed in and out… slowly, but. It wasn't helping. I slowly sat back up.
"De… pull over." I mumbled as I fought to get the door open, flinging myself out of it and puking onto the side of the road.
Sam was out of the car and at my side in a split second, holding my hair and rubbing my back as I puked violently into the grass.
"Well. You're never drinking with us again." Dean sighed as he squatted next to me and patted my back.
"Fuck… you.." I groaned between heaving.
Another set of headlights came up behind us, but instead of passing by they slowed and came to a stop.
I'd recognize the sound of that truck anywhere… No no no. Make him leave!
"She alright?" Judson asked through the rolled down window.
"Yeah, just had a little too much to drink." Dean said.
"Alright, I'll meet you back at the motel, need me to stop for anything?"
"Nah, we got Gatorade and aspirin. She'll make it, just gotta suffer a little first."
Gee Dean, thanks… you sound so concerned. I heard the truck pull away and finally lifted off my hands and knees. Sam helped me stand and climb back into the impala. I laid down in the seat and closed my eyes, praying the car ride would end soon.
Finally it did and Sam carried me into the room.
The moment my feet hit the carpet I got the urge to puke again, I jogged to the bathroom and kneeled to the porcelain throne, offering it everything left in my stomach. I groaned and grumbled between episodes of puking, Dean took his turn sitting with me, he pulled my hair out of my face into a hap hazard bun, then he sat and rubbed my back as I hugged the bowl.
"Well kiddo, go big or go home I guess… if you're gonna get drunk at least you did it right."
"That's not funny Dean."
"I didn't say it was funny. I just said it happens. Here… have some water."
I took the water bottle from his hands and sipped at the cool water, it soothed my throat and I sat back against the wall, leaning over in Dean's lap.
"I think I'm in trouble…" I confessed to Dean.
"Why sweetheart?"
"I think I like him." I whispered. Dean chuckled.
"It took you this long and a bottle of vodka to realize that?"
"Did I really have a whole bottle?"
"Starting to seem that way… are you done emptying your stomach?"
"I don't know… I've never felt so sick in my entire life."
"Oh I don't know, that flu was a doozy."
I laughed slightly.
"C'mon kiddo, lets get you into bed."
I slumped down to the floor as Dean stood up.
"Leave me here… its nice and cold."
"No way are you sleeping on this nasty floor." Dean said as he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me down, pulled off my shoes, and handed me a nice cold rag to put over my face. I laid still and hoped if I kept my eyes closed everything would stop spinning.
A knock at the door caused one of the boys to get up and answer it.
"Hey, how's she doing?"
Ughhhh… why is he here?! I laid still and pretended to be asleep.
"Well she looked like the exorcism there for a while, but I think the worst of it is past her now, she'll have one hell of a hangover in the morning." Dean explained. I could hear the fridge open and beer bottles being clinked against each other. Ughh. How can they still drink?!
"She always get like that when she drinks?"
"She doesn't really drink. When she does we tend to limit the intake pretty heavily… this is the first time we decided to let her go and see what she does. Hopefully she's learned her lesson." Sam explained.
"Well a warning woulda been nice. I'd started with beer instead of liquor if I knew."
"Sorry man. We were kinda hoping she'd control it herself."
Judson scoffed. "That plan worked well."
"Yeah, tell me bout it."
"Alright, I'm hitting the sack. See you three in the morning. Got wind of a case not far from here, something I hadn't seen before. Might be nice to have some experienced eyes on it."
"Yeah sure man, you got it." Sam agreed.
No! I don't want to hunt with him! Tell him no Dean please!
"Yeah, we'll see how she's feeling in the morning. We may have to pass." Dean interrupted.
Oh how I love him… I love him I love him I love him!
"Sure." Judson said before I heard the door open and close behind him.
The boys conversed briefly before getting ready for bed, the lights went out and the bed shifted slightly beside me. I could tell it was Sam, his feet always tap the end of the mattress, testing to see how much room he has before he goes to sleep. I turned over and laid against his arm, slowly drifting to sleep.
…
Churning in my stomach woke me up. I pushed the now dry and warm rag off my face, but it was barely light outside. I struggled to climb out of the bed and stumble to the bathroom, where I fell to my knees in front of toilet and hurled again and again in the dark.
When I finished I slumped down against the wall, feeling the cool floor against the side of my face. I focused on the solid ground and begged the pounding in my head to dull… I was finally drifting back to sleep when the light flipped on and foot steps on the tile echoed in my head.
"Ah!" I flinched.
"Emily how long have you been in here?" Sam asked.
"I don't know…"
"C'mere sweetheart." Sam lifted me up and sat me against the back of the tub, rewetting a rag and dabbing it to my face.
"Saaaaaaammy. I never want to drink again."
"I figured so."
"Was I really bad?"
"Yeah kiddo, you were a mess last night"
"I punched someone didn't I?"
"Yep, and then spent almost an hour making out with some random guy, not happy about that by the way."
"I wasn't doing it to piss you off."
"No, you were doing it to piss Judson off. And it worked."
"What?"
"You heard me… he got pissed off, said you were getting too handsy down there and for us to get the car ready cause he was gonna drag you outside."
"Great." I sighed. The urge to puke came back and I quickly leaned over the bowl, hurling over and over again. Sam rubbed my back and offered me a cold drink of water.
"Just leave me here." I said as I sat back against the wall.
"Okay, holler if you need us, I'm gonna catch a little more sleep."
"Thanks Sammy… I'm sorry about last night."
"I know Em."
Sam left the room and turned off the lights. I sat against the wall feeling completely miserable, praying sleep would take me over, but it didn't. I just puked over and over and over again. Every time I took a drink of water to soothe my throat it was like it triggered another round.
I tried to stay as quiet as I could so the boys could get some sleep. I had caused enough problems last night, no need in causing more.
Eventually I heard one of them stumble awake, Dean quickly emerged in the bathroom.
"Uh. I need to pee."
"Go outside." I groaned not bothering to get up off the floor.
"Yeah, that's called public indecency. Trust me. Been there done that…"
The thought made me wanna hurl again, so I did.
"Are you still puking your guts up? How long have you been in here?"
"A few hours."
"You should be past this part of it by now." Dean said concerned, leaning down and putting his hand against my face.
"Em you're burning up."
"I just wanna lay back down." I said as I lowered back to the cool floor.
"Sam!" Dean hollered.
"Stop yelling." I whined.
"Sam, she's burning up." Dean said as he entered the bathroom.
"What?" Sam said leaning down and touching the back of my neck. "Okay uh, lets get her out of the floor."
"No! Leave me here… please."
"Em sweetie we can't leave you in the floor."
"Its cold."
"C'mon kiddo." Dean said as he lifted me up off the floor.
"Wait! No.. No I'm gonna be sick."
Dean quickly set me back down as another round of puking began. When it was over I heaved in for air.
"Sam… this isn't a hangover. There's no way she'd still be puking like this."
"Yeah, I know. We gotta get some medicine in her system."
Dean picked me back up and set me on the edge of the bed, trash can close by, then he went back into the bathroom. Sam rushed over to the sink and cooled some rags, laying them on my neck.
Someone knocked at the door, Sam quickly unlocked and opened it, Judson stepped in and I felt like hurling all over again but this time I fought it.
"Damn girl. You look like shit." Judson laughed as he walked in, I shot him a death glare. He seemed taken back by the veracity of my glare.
"Yeah, its been a long night." Sam said coming over with an ice pack, he handed it to me and pushed it against my face.
"How much did you actually drink last night?"
"I don't know." I sighed. I was really fighting the urge to puke. Finally Dean opened the bathroom door and I shoved past him to be sick again… and again.
"Em why don't you get changed, you're still wearing last nights clothes." Dean said as he brought me my bag. "Just put on something comfortable, I don't think you're leaving the room today."
"Okay." I mumbled reaching into the bag and grabbing out a sports bra, a cami, and a pair of cotton shorts. I changed quickly, before I could puke again, and readjusted my hair to sit in a messy bun on the top of my head. I rinsed my mouth, too afraid I'd gag if I put a toothbrush anywhere near it.
A knock on the bathroom door made me push it open before sitting back down beside the toilet.
"You gotta get up out of this floor kiddo." Dean said as he reached out a hand and slowly pulled me to stand. I walked back out into the room and laid across the bed.
"So remember much from last night?" Judson asked from the table.
"Enough."
"Remember punching my date in the face?"
"I remember punching a slut in the face." I smiled briefly.
"Oh, do you remember acting like one with uh, what's his name… Billy?"
"Oh fuck you." I sighed rolling over, feeling my stomach start to churn again. I prayed that it would settle. I'm so tired of puking. My ribs hurt, my chest hurts, my throat was on fire.
"Em put this under your tongue." Sam said handing me the thermometer. I reluctantly put it in my mouth.
"What's with all the commotion in here? She's hungover. She'll live." Judson said sitting back in his chair.
"I don't know man, she's been puking non stop for hours, she's burning up." Sam explained.
"So this is not a hangover then?" Judson asked as he sat up and leaned forward.
"No. If it was she would have a killer headache and be past the puking part."
"I did have a headache, but I think I puked it up too." I mumbled around the thermometer. It beeped and Sam grabbed it before I could look.
"Dean. Its 104. That's way too high, we've gotta get it down."
"Yeah okay, I'll grab some medicine out of the trunk."
"Em we're gonna give you something to help the fever but you've gotta hold it down for at least 30 minutes okay?"
I nodded in response.
"Should I run to the store? Get some ginger ale or something?" Judson asked.
"Yeah uh, that and crackers. Maybe we can get her to hold something down."
"Alright, I'll be back in twenty."
Judson left the room and I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to puke again. When I came back out Dean was waiting for me with a little bit of Gatorade and a few pills.
"Hey kiddo, I crushed them up, mixed it with some Gatorade so it'll hit your system quicker incase you can't hold them down. I just need you to drink this. It might be a little bitter, but do your best."
"Dean what's wrong with me?"
"Probably a virus kiddo. Bad timing with the alcohol…"
"My stomach. It hurts… all of it."
"I know, this'll make it better Em, just drink it."
I took the cup from his hands and forced myself to sip the cup down, gagging at the end, but fighting to hold it in. Judson came back through the door a few minutes later and set some crackers down on the table. He pulled the package open and walked them over to me. One whiff of the salt and I ran to the bathroom.
"Well… crackers obviously aren't going to go down." Judson sighed as I walked back out and sat on the bed.
"She at least held the medicine down for about 20 minutes. Some of it should have absorbed into her system. That'll help." Sam sighed. "She really needs some Phenergan or something to stop the puking. I'm gonna run into town and see if I can't get my hands on a script pad. Dean, check her temp again in half an hour, if it hasn't come down, then we'll have to take her to the ER."
"Noooo…" I whined.
"You'll be okay Em. Promise." Sam said as he kissed the top of my head and walked out the door.
"I grabbed some pedialite with the ginger ale. Some women at the store said it's good for things like this cause it has a bunch of electrolytes to treat the dehydration."
"Yeah, we should try some." Dean agreed.
"I don't want to."
"Emily you have to get some fluids in, he's right, you've been puking for hours, you're definitely dehydrated. C'mon sit up and try some."
I sighed and slowly forced myself to sit up and move towards the edge of the bed, my head hanging down.
"Hey, what's that?" Judson asked walking over to me.
"What?" Dean asked curiously. I looked straight at Judson, but he wasn't looking back at me… well. Not my face anyways. He was staring at me, I started to feel self conscious.
"Do me a favor and don't cut my hands off." Judson said to Dean, we shared a confused look as Judson leaned down in front of me. He reached out to touch me and I pulled back.
"Emily, I'm not gonna hurt you, just… trust me."
His hands moved forward and went straight for edge of my sports bra in the front of my chest.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Dean yelled walking over to us.
"Just! Wait… give me a minute, I promise. I'm not gonna pull it off." Judson swore as he carefully pulled the bra away from my chest and down a little, revealing a red irritated wound.
"What the hell?" I whispered looking down my shirt at it, Dean bent down and examined it carefully. As if it wasn't awkward enough to have Judson all in my cleavage, now my brother was staring too? Fuck my life…
"Dammit." Judson groaned. "Billy bit you last night didn't he?!"
Dean looked between the wound and Judson with concern.
"I-I don't know… I don't remember."
"You care to share with the class here buddy?" Dean asked.
"That case I was talking about… it's a creature called a Druit. They infect their victims with a bite and over the course of about 24-48hours they puke their guts up, literally. It empties the stomach of any acid, because the druit can't tolerate it, when your stomach is sufficiently dry, they cut it out and eat it, leaving the vic to die."
"Oh my god… I'm gonna be sick." I mumbled as I ran into the bathroom again, unable to stop the hurling. I sank into the bathroom floor again when it was all over. Now trying to count back how many hours I've been puking so I know how many hours I've got left to find this bastard. I pulled myself up off the floor and walked out.
"Okay… how do we kill him?"
"I don't know. That's what I needed help figuring out." Judson confessed. "Dean's calling Sam to fill him in, I hate to break it to you but there weren't any medications that worked on any of the vics. The puking is the infection working to empty your body's acid."
"Fuck me…" I whined, digging in my bag for some actual clothes.
"Okay." Dean barged back into the room. "Sam's on his way to the library now to do some research on how to kill this thing, I'm gonna go see if I can track the bastard down. Em did he give you any personal information at all?"
"Umm… his name is Billy?" I shrugged.
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "You are NEVER getting drunk again. So if this thing attacks your stomach then what's with the high fever?"
"Well, fever is the body's natural way of fighting an infection, this thing is like a supernatural super virus. Her body is fighting for its life." Judson said. I leaned against the wall, feeling myself grow weak as I attempted to pull some clothes out. "Emily what are you doing?" He asked as he came over and put an arm around me, holding me up. I can't say it was the worst feeling in the world.
"Well I can't hunt in this." I said gesturing to my shorts.
"Hun you aren't hunting at all… there's no way you could."
"I can't just sit here and hope I don't die."
"No he's right kiddo, me and Sam will take this one out… you need to stay here, with protection." He said looking up at Judson. Oh no… Dean please don't. Don't let him see me like this any longer! "Can you watch her while we're gone?"
"Yeah of course. I'll stay with her."
"Nooo… De." I whined.
"Hey man give us a minute." Dean said, Judson quietly made his way out the door. "Em, we don't have another choice."
"De you have to stay! Please… I feel like I'm dying."
"That's because you are babygirl, which is why Sam and I gotta find this bastard, fast. We're working against the clock on this one."
"But… he's not going to want me like this. I look disgusting."
"Emily, if this guy is worth your time, he's going to take care of you at worst. No matter what it is. And he's the only other guy in town that knows what we're up against, I need him with you. This thing could come back."
"De… I'll stay alone. Please. I… I don't want him to see me like this."
"Em, you don't have another choice. I'm not leaving you alone like this. You still might have a trip to the ER in your near future."
"Why does this always happen to me?"
"Because life is cruel." Dean smiled.
"De. I love you. But I'm mad at you." I pouted, feeling my body churning again.
"I love you too babygirl, you try and hold it together for a few hours okay? I promise. We'll find him."
Dean made his way outside and Judson came back in. He came over and sat next to me on the bed. He lifted a rag off the table and used it to wipe my sweaty face… gross. This is NOT how I want to spend time with Judson. I want to be pretty, and able to sit up straight.
"You can only stay if you wear a blind fold." I mumbled.
"Whys that?" He laughed.
"No one should be allowed to see me at this particular moment."
"Emily. Its puke. Its not the end of the world."
"No… but its gross. And I feel gross. And I look gross. And I don't want you to see me gross."
"Well I'm sure one day you'll get to return the favor."
"Oh you mean you're gonna get sloppy drunk and make out with a monster too?"
"No. Not quite."
"… I bet you wouldn't go around slapping people." I whispered as I looked up to him.
"So. You remember that huh?"
"Loud and clear. I'm sorry about last night."
"It's okay I had it coming… I'm sorry about all this."
"S'not your fault." I mumbled and shrugged.
"Yeah it is, I said I'd have your back last night… I shoulda never let you and that guy take off downstairs. I was being an ass."
"You couldn't have known what he was."
"Doesn't matter… even before all this went down I felt bad about leaving you to fend for yourself. That's why I left Amber at the bar."
I looked up at him curiously.
"Wait… You didn't take her back to the motel?"
"No… " He sighed, staring off. "Not my type. I was just… I don't know."
"Did you think she was pretty?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him. He laughed.
"Not in the way a girl wants to be pretty."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means a girl should be pretty for the way looks first thing in the morning. For the way she treats strangers. Not for how much spray tanner and lipstick she uses."
I stared at him with my mouth slightly open…. WHOA. Did NOT expect that to come out of his mouth.
"I'm impres-" I went to speak but had to move instead, another round of violent heaving made its way to the surface. The last place I wanted Judson to see me was in here… like this. Hanging over a toilet. Heaving repeatedly until my body ached.
I crossed my arms over the bowl and laid my forehead against it. Judson slowly opened the door and handed me another wet rag to wipe my face with. Then he sat down beside me in the floor, I tried to breathe in an even pattern, but my body was still fighting the strain in my muscles to regurgitate everything in my stomach.
"I just want it to stop…" I whined, feeling hopeless for relief.
"I know." He sighed as he rubbed my back. "You wanna go lay back down?"
"No. Just leave me in here."
I slumped down the ground, letting my face rest against the cool tile again. I know this floor is probably nasty, but I'm desperate for relief.
"Em I cannot in good conscience let you lay on that floor."
"Its cold. I like it down here."
"Sorry hun, not gonna happen." He said as he stood and lifted me with him.
"Nooooo…"
He laid me down on the bed, taking another rag and laying it across my eyes.
"You really need to drink something."
"I can't. It just makes me puke more."
"Emily you're seriously dehydrated. We've got to at least try to keep putting things down, even if they come back up."
"It hurts… my whole body."
"That's because you're dry heaving. At least this will give you something to throw up."
"You drink it." I said getting irritated.
"I don't need it. You do. C'mon sit up and try some."
I reluctantly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, removing the rag and sighing. He handed me a cold glass of the pedialite. I took small sips, and fought against my body not to instantly throw it back up.
"Jeez. This hurts to watch…"
"Try living it." I said as I got up to go and throw up again. This time Judson waited outside the bathroom, knocking after he heard the toilet flush.
"Go away."
"Can't."
"Or won't…"
"Both." He smiled. "I tell you what… this." He said as he lifted the small bathroom trash can. "Is coming in there, with us. YOU are going to lay down in that bed, and you're not allowed to get up. I can't stand to watch you put your face near that toilet again."
"If I puke in the trash can I still have to get up and clean it."
"No. You don't."
"Well I'm sure as hell not letting you clean it."
"And I'm sure as hell not giving you a choice." He said as he picked me up and helped me walk back to the bed. He forced me to lay down, I got the chills and pulled the blanket around me. I'd been sweating all morning but it seems to have stopped. Now I was just cold all of a sudden. I pulled the covers up around my body up to my neck.
"Are you cold?"
I nodded instead of answering. Judson came over and put his hand to my forehead, but he quickly removed it. "I can't tell cause of the rags, I'm gonna feel your back, don't break my hand." He joked. I chuckled, but certainly didn't complain as he leaned over and slid his hand against my lower back.
"Mmmm… not gonna lie. That kinda feels good." I mumbled.
"You're still burning up. You really shouldn't be under the blankets. Its just gonna raise your body temp even more."
"Too bad. I'll shoot you if you try and move this blanket."
"Emily." He laughed. "I'm serious. I'll let you keep the sheet, okay?" He pulled the blanket out of my weak grasp and I whined, trying to fight against it. But it was no use… I had no strength right now. He easily pulled the blanket out of my hands.
"Hey, you decide you trust me yet?"
"Why?" I eyed him curiously.
"Because your wound needs to be cleaned."
"No way. I'll clean it later."
"You act like I've never seen boobs before."
"You've never seen these boobs before."
"Its me or your brothers… take your pick."
"Ughhhh! That's not even fair. I don't want my brother digging around in my cleavage."
"Then I suggest you lay on your back and let me do it."
"If your hands wander to ANY unnecessary inch of my boobs I swear you'll wake up with only 9 fingers."
"Point taken. Now pull your shirt down."
I reluctantly pulled down my shirt and bra, exposing the inside of my right breast, making sure not to pull it too far down and have a nip slip of my own. His fingers were warm and gentle as he leaned down with some gauze and disinfectant, it sent tingles down my spine… in a good way. He met my eyes briefly before dabbing the gauze onto the wound, causing me to flinch at the sting.
"Sorry." He whispered, I took a deep breath and tried to hold back the building urge to puke again. "You okay?" I nodded slowly, avoiding opening my mouth. "I'm almost done, just let me get a bandage on it." I tensed as his hands pressed against my breasts. The sensation was… good, but the butterflies it gave me translated to nausea instead. The moment he pulled away I sat up to run to the bathroom.
"Oh no you don't… here." He said as he shoved the small trash can at me. I couldn't hold back and heaved, Judson rubbing my back as they wracked my already sore body. He handed me a wet rag and took the trash can away from me. He disappeared into the bathroom and I just couldn't imagine looking him in the eye after letting him clean up my puke…
He came back out and I laid down, clamping my eyes shut, rag over the top.
"Em, you gonna live?"
"I think I'm gonna die of embarrassment before the puking kills me."
"Why?"
"Because some hot guy just cleaned my puke."
He laughed.
"Yeah well… I get to spend the day with the prettiest girl in town, how lucky am I?"
"You're a bad liar."
"You're stubborn."
"That… is true."
"Think if I got you to sleep then maybe it would stop the puking for a few hours?"
"Maybe. But I can't fall asleep."
"Maybe I can help with that."
"I doubt it."
"Oh I don't know. I have a few tricks up my sleeve."
"Are you trying to take advantage of the dying girl?" I asked pulling the rag off and raising my eyebrows.
"No, I'm trying to save the dying girl, smartass. AGAIN."
"Well its not like I have the energy to resist at the moment… take me. I'm yours." I sighed dramatically. He laughed at me.
"At least your sense of humor is intact."
Maybe I'm not kidding…
"For real though, what are you gonna do to me?"
"I'm going to lay down, and you're gonna lay on top of me."
"Okay. Seriously. I was kidding, you're not really taking advantage of me right?!"
He rolled his eyes.
"I don't know what I have to do to get you to actually trust me."
I paused for a moment and sighed. I don't trust anyone… its just part of my charm.
"Sorry. Its not you."
"… I know. But I wish you could believe me when I say I'm not here to hurt you Emily. I wouldn't."
His gaze was intense, giving me that funny feeling that I was small compared to him. That I was lesser, and he was this… thing, that was to be desired.
"Okay, get your ass in bed." I demanded finally looking away. He kicked off his shoes and I slowly as possible scooted over to one side under the sheet.
"Come here." He said as he laid on his side facing me, I hesitantly moved to lay closer to him, he wrapped one arm under my head for me to rest it on, and the other laid over my waist. Then he moved to lay more on his back, pulling me with him so I was basically laying across his chest. He used his lower hand to raise the bottom of my shirt a few inches and rub his fingertips along my lower back. The sensation was calming, but tingly… If I wasn't sick and exhausted I'd be EXTREMELY turned on right now.
His upper hand pulled the hair away from my face and did the same motion as the bottom hand, only against my hairline. It was like it hit all my tingly nerves at one time, plus his body heat was helping to make me feel warm again. For now I was temporarily distracted from my stomach, the tingly sensation taking over.
I took a deep breath through my nose and released it, letting my body rise and fall with his.
"Go to sleep hun." He whispered to me, I did my best to keep my body still and my stomach at bay until sleep finally took me over.
(DEAN'S POV)
"Think we should call them?" I asked looking over to Sam who was ferociously typing away on the computer.
"Dean. You sound like a parent who just left his kid with the sitter for the first time."
"Oh shut up!"
"They're fine. Judson knows to call if things get worse."
"I just don't like leaving her like that… we never should have let her go off with that guy. We are NEVER letting her make her own decision EVER again."
"Yeah. Agreed." Sam sighed.
"So what do we know?"
"Uh, basically what Judson already told us. Except… I think I found a way to kill it."
"Okay. Shoot."
"Well, it empties the body of acid because its body is alkaline, it can't tolerate acid. So… you kill it with acid. Burn it."
"Like what kind of acid?"
"Like any kind of acid we can pick up at a hardware store. It'll basically melt them."
"Gross. Okay… so once this thing is dead does Em magically just get better?"
"I don't know… I'm having a hard time finding evidence of any survivors."
"Well… that's comforting."
"Tell me about it. Uh. Hold on… looks like there is one theory. Supposedly the infection is turning her body alkaline so that the Druit can ingest it, so we would just have to make her acidic… uhh. Balance out the pH in her body."
"How exactly do we do that?"
"Well. We pump her full of foods that turn acidic in the body."
"She's puking her guts up. How is she gonna hold that down?"
"Well, the acid starts to fight the infection, maybe the puking will slow down."
"This is all just a theory?"
"Well… scientifically it makes sense, but you and I both know science and the supernatural don't always line up."
"So what, we just go for it and hope it works?"
"Yeah, for now. We need to hit the hardware store and find this guy."
"What do we give Em to help her?"
"Umm. She may be better off drinking something, it will hit her system faster. Says here that soft drinks are really acidic. Or beer even."
"Hey, there's a whole case of beer in the fridge."
"Okay, call Judson, let him know what we found."
(THIRD PERSON POV)
Judson laid in the bed dozed off with Emily, but his phone ringing on the bedside table woke him almost immediately. He picked up and saw it was Dean, he instantly answered, trying not to move and wake Emily who was peacefully asleep.
"Hello?"
"Hey. Okay. You gotta melt this thing with acid… any kind of acid, we're gonna go by the hardware store and grab some."
"Okay, what about Emily?"
"Well… there's not much proof on survivors, Sam has a theory that the infection is making her body uh… what'd he call it.. uh. Alkaline? Says if we pump her full of acid it will even out and stop the puking."
"So what? You want me to pour acid down her throat?"
"No smartass. There's beer in the fridge, turns acidic in the stomach. I know I'm gonna regret saying this… but I get the feeling we're gonna need to get her drunk again."
"Oh. She is gonna LOVE that." Judson laughed to himself. "She's going to throw it at me when I hand her a bottle."
"Better you than me."
"Thanks."
"How's she doing?"
"She's asleep for the moment, been that way maybe an hour or so."
"Well. You're in for a treat, cause YOU get to wake her up. Good luck, keep us updated, we're gonna go find this sucker." Dean laughed, hanging up the phone. Judson let his head fall back against the headboard at the thought of disturbing her. He knew she'd be grouchy. He laid his phone back on the bedside table and took a deep breath before starting to rub up and down her back over the sheets.
"Emily… Emily wake up." He gently rubbed her cheek. But when he did he noticed it was hot to the touch, and redder than it was when they had fallen asleep. He quickly ducked his hander under the sheet and felt of her body, it was steaming.
"Oh no… C'mon hun wake up!" He began to shake her more violently. She barely groaned and he moved quickly to stand, laying her on her back, her entire neck and chest were flushed bright red, he grabbed the thermometer and shoved it under her tongue, holding it in place with one hand, and her mouth shut with the other.
He waited impatiently as the moments passed before it beeped, once he saw the numbers 105.8 flashing on the screen he acted fast, knowing her body was only a few degrees from starting organ failure.
He grabbed her out of the bed and rushed into the bathroom, turning the tub water on as cold as it would go. He set her gently on the ground and ran to the small fridge in the room, taking what little ice was in the ice box and dumping it into the tub.
"Emily, don't hate me for this." He groaned as he lifted her up and set her in the tub of ice cold water. She barely reacted, only moaning and grasping onto his arms as he tried to set her down.
"Judson…" She mumbled. "I… I don't feel good."
"I know I'm gonna make it better okay?" He said as he stood.
"Don't go." She cried grabbing onto his arm, her eyes never actually opened but she could hear him moving to stand.
"I'm not Em. I'm right here, I gotcha. I'll be right back."
Judson darted into the room and pulled a six pack of beer out of the fridge, running back to the bathroom and popping the top on one of the bottles.
"Okay Em, I know this is gonna sound crazy but I need you to drink this, okay?" He said as he lifted the bottle to her lips, she didn't fight it until the bitter taste of beer hit the back of her mouth, then she promptly moved to spit it out, thrashing in the tub as she became more alert.
"Whoa whoa chill out, look okay, its going to stop the puking okay? It'll fix it. I promise!"
"I don't wanna drink anymore." She cried as she slumped down in the tub again, he pulled her up before she could sink too far under, the shock of the cold water seemed to be working to lower her temp but he knew it was only a matter of time before the puking started again and he needed to get as much beer in her as possible before that started.
"Emily, look at me, open your eyes."
She struggled, but halfway lifted her lids to show dark chocolate brown eyes.
"Good girl, now just drink this, okay, and I mean chug it."
He lifted the bottle back to her mouth and she obliged but struggled as she continued to guzzle the bottle of beer down, not stopping some of it from spilling out onto her chin.
Once the bottle was empty Judson moved it away and popped open a second bottle, he could only hope this was actually going to work, seeing as how this was only Sam's theory.
"I… I'm gonna be sick."
"Hold it in Em, here… drink some more." He forced the bottle to her lips and tipped it up, holding the back of her head so she couldn't squirm away.
(EMILY'S POV)
I felt like someone was shoving wood chips down my throat as he forced another bottle against my lips. The bitter liquid burned from my stomach up, and the ice cold water around me caused my muscles to tense, making pulling away from him more difficult.
I could barely lift my heavy eyes, let alone my hands to push him away. Why is he doing this to me?
"Stooop." I moaned as he dropped the second bottle.
"I'm sorry Em, we gotta cool you down, you're way too hot."
"Well so are you but I don't go dumping you in ice water!" I complained as I pulled away from him, feeling my eyes becoming easier to open.
"Are you going to stop hitting on me anytime soon?"
"Are you going to stop being an ass anytime soon?" I shot back.
"Open your eyes, all the way." He demanded as he pulled my chin to look up at him. My teeth were chattering and it felt like my whole body was vibrating from the icy cold water around me. My already sore muscles tensed again. "You with me?"
"I'm fucking looking at you aren't I?"
"Dean wasn't kidding… your bitchy when you wake up."
"Get me out of this tub or I'll show you bitchy."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes as he stood, grabbing my arms and helping me to stand. He grabbed one of the blankets off the bed and I snatched it, wrapping it around my body.
"What the hell were you doing to me."
"Saving your whiny ass."
"By putting me in shock?"
"Your temperature was sky high, I had to do something fast. You were unconscious."
"Well I'm conscious now. And I'm fucking cold."
He rolled his eyes and stood in front of me, sliding off his soaked tshirt.
"Come here." He said waving me to stand.
"No thanks Magic Mike." I said through chattering teeth.
"Emily, get your wet little ass up here now or I'm going to put you back in the tub."
I stared him down, attempting to call his bluff, but when he quickly took a step towards me I caved in.
"Okay! Okay… I'm getting up." I said standing and walking towards him.
"Put this in your mouth."
"You say that to all the girls?"
He laughed. I reached up and pulled the thermometer out of his hands with my mouth, staring at him as I waited for it to beep.
"100.2 You dropped over 5 degrees in 5 minutes. It may have sucked ass, but I just saved your life. For the eighteenth time actually."
"Thanks. But I'm still cold." I said taking two more steps towards him. He took one step more. We were less than an inch from being pressed against each other again. I stared up at him… wishing I could touch him the way I truly wanted to… but I couldn't.
"I'll go get you a new shirt." He whispered, breath blowing on my face. I stayed frozen from where he turned away from me. After he left the room I grabbed some new shorts and a new bra, just before I entered the bathroom to change he opened the door.
"Here, this will keep you warm." He reached out and handed me a thick black button up. I took it carefully. "I think it's safe to say we've got a jump on the infection, so it shouldn't raise your temp any."
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"Are you nauseous?"
I stopped and thought for a second… and the truth was no. I wasn't.
"What the hell did I drink in there?" I asked shocked. Realizing I wasn't fixing to puke after all.
"You're not gonna like it."
"…Why?"
Judson sighed as he walked into the bathroom, coming out carrying a six pack of Dean's beer, minus two bottles of course.
"Are you seriously trying to get me drunk again?! Did you not learn your lesson the first time, cause I sure as hell did!"
"Look alright it was Sam's idea. I just got desperate enough to try it. Your brother's would string me up for the bears to eat if I let you die on my watch."
"Oh hunny bears is an optimistic thought when it comes to my brothers."
"My point reiterated, anyways, Sam says the acid in the beer fights the monster's infection. Apparently beer is highly acidic, it's the best thing you can drink right now."
I grumbled remembering the bitter burning sensation I felt only minutes ago.
"I'm gonna put on dry clothes."
"Don't feel bad, most women who lay next to me in a bed end up getting wet." He winked at me.
I bit my lip and tried to hide the bit of excitement and shock that overtook me. I quickly entered the bathroom and closed the door to change. I lifted his shirt and took in his scent before sliding it on, buttoning it up only half way or so… he was right. It was warm.
I was always stealing my brothers shirts, loving how safe and comfortable I felt in them. But wearing one of Judson's made me feel, special. I loved the way the thick fabric felt against my bare chilled skin, making me wish it was him. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a disaster. Textbook definition of hot mess… plus he's cleaned up my puke. It doesn't get much worse than that. I should probably cut my losses now and move on.
I stepped out and walked over to where he sat on the bed.
"Still feeling okay?"
"Yeah. I'm good."
"You should probably polish off a few more of them just to be safe."
"You sure you're not just hoping I'll start making out when any guy in the same room again?" I asked standing directly in front of him. His grin was barely noticeable, but his eyes began to dance, and mine struggled to keep up. He stood, towering over me, looking down at me with what I deep downed wished was the same lust I had for him right now at this exact moment. He leaned forward and I closed my eyes, but instead of feeling his lips on mine I felt him pull back.
When I looked up he had a beer in his hand… the one he leaned down to reach around behind me and get. Disappointment quickly put out the fire of desire I felt from the deepest parts of my body.
"I don't need the beer to kiss you." He said before he handed it to me and walked away. I popped the top and began to drink the bitter cold beer, sitting on the table cross legged while he paced by the windows.
"So… what are you looking for?"
"Just checking out our surroundings. Dean wasn't lying when he said this thing could come back for you."
"Wouldn't do him much good now would it?" I said holding up the beer.
"Sure you don't want another make out session?" Judson teased. I threw the bottle cap at him, he caught it of course. Tossing it beside me on the table. I finished off the beer and climbed off the table.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm tired… I'm exhausted actually, and my body is sore. I could use a nap. You're welcome to join." I offered as I climbed under the blankets on the clean dry bed, rather than the one we slept in before. He sighed and looked back and forth between the window and I, as if he was debating something in his hand. Eventually he kicked off his boots and laid down next to me.
I waited, hoping he would invite me to lay with him again, but instead his eyes closed and I pretended to fall asleep as he dozed. Once I was sure he was asleep I slowly lifted my hand, tracing the veins down his arm with my fingtertips. I slowly moved my body closer to his, hoping that he wouldn't wake up and stop me. I lifted his arm sliding underneath it, but when I did he shuffled in his sleep and leaned towards me, putting an arm over me. I smiled.
I closed my eyes and nuzzled into his chest. The way he smelt… it filled my senses and everything else just disappeared. I let my hand trail down his body, pausing at his waistline. I traced along the top of his jeans, over and over again.
I kept my breath steady as he moaned softly, his hand that was laying over my back moved towards my hip and gently squeezed it. Tingles went up my spine and down my leg, I moved it and slid my knee between his. He lowered his face so that it layed against mine. My breath caught as his lips grazed my ear. My finger stopped, and I dipped it into his jeans, hooking my hand onto them. His hand slid down my hip to rest on my thigh.
I shuddered with nerves and lust.
"Emily." He whispered into my ear. I took a deep breath, my whole body on fire. "Go to sleep."
His hand slowly slid up my thigh, curving my rear end and landing on my back, he pushed me closer to him, constricting my arms, and he then looped his leg over mine.
I wish I could sleep… but with his body this close to mine, I'm wide awake.
…..
"Em wake up kiddo." Dean's voice cut into my ears. I quickly became aware I was in bed… alone. I must have finally fell asleep. I quickly opened my eyes and searched the room. No Judson.
"Dean?"
"Yeah, how you feeling? You've been out for hours."
"I feel fine… I drank a few beers and the nausea stopped. Something Sam came up with I guess."
"Yeah I'm just glad it worked." Sam said as he walked towards me with a PB&J sandwich. He knows I always eat PB&J when I'm getting over a cold or something. I mean come on, who can turn one down?
"Thanks." I smiled taking the sandwich and sitting up in the bed. "When did you guys get back? Is Billy dead?"
"Oh yeah, he melted with no problem. After a round or two with Dean."
I looked at Dean with a grin.
"Well he did put his grubby little hands all over my babygirl. He had it coming."
"Thanks De…. Uh, where's Judson?"
"He left a couple hours ago, asked us not to wake you up. Said you get grumpy quick." Dean laughed.
"Oh." I said looking down at my hands. "Like he left, left?"
"Yeah uh, said he got wind of a case a few states over." Sam said watching me carefully.
"Right. Yeah." I mumbled. I picked at the crust on the sandwich.
"What's wrong kiddo?" Dean asked.
"Nothing. I uh, I'm just waking up." I smiled quickly. I lifted the my food and took a bite, chewing and swallowing slowly.
Why would he just leave?
… Maybe because I pushed. Maybe because now he knows I like him and he doesn't like me back and would rather leave then turn me down. Maybe I took things too far. I never should've pulled this. It obviously didn't get me anywhere.
"Emily. You already drunkenly admitted to me that you like him. So there's no sense in hiding it now."
"I know. I just… Did he say anything else?"
"Should he have?"
"I don't know… maybe why he didn't wait for me to get up?"
"I don't know Em. But I'm sure you're just over thinking this. We've taken off on a whim for cases all the time. Hell it's the way hunters are."
"Yeah. I guess you're right."
"You can always call him." Sam suggested.
"And look desperate? Hell no. She's a Winchester. We aren't desperate." Dean argued back. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Its fine. I'm not gonna call him. I am however going to take a shower."
Once in the bathroom by myself I picked up my phone and hovered over his name… I began to type out a message: You forgot your shirt.
Judson: Didn't forget it, hang on to it for me… don't get blood on it.
Emily: Does that mean you're coming back for it?
Judson: You always think I'm gonna leave you?
Emily: … Everyone else has.
Judson: I'm not everyone else.
I smiled. Closing the phone and pushing his shirt up to my nose, breathing in his scent. Letting it take me back to laying in that bed with him.