Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait on this one! It was my birthday this week and we had some plans and I've just been out living life and being busy. Plus working. BUT! I'm happy to get another chapter out to you guys and I'm SUPER excited to write the next one! Also be on the lookout for a new Healing Sara chapter this next week! I love you all and sooo appreciate your encouragement and love! You guys mean the world to me! I can't tell you how my heart swells at the reviews! I love you all! Please READ and REVIEW!
Dean and I pulled up to 425 Waterman. An abandoned warehouse with old junker car out front. Give you one guess who drove that here. We were both silent as we entered the building and made our way to the center of the building. I could vaguely hear voices. I reached up and grabbed Dean's arm. Not sure I was ready for what we were about to discover.
"Are we sure we wanna do this?" I whispered.
"We have to kiddo."
"Does it have to be right now? With everything else that's happened tonight?"
"Sweetheart, its best to just rip the damn band aid off, not pick at it for days at a time. Okay?"
I nodded and followed him and he went around the corner and crouched behind a busted up wall. I followed him and my eyes landed n Sam, a man tied to a chair, and a woman… who looked vaguely familiar. It took me a second to realize it was the woman from Sam's motel room the night we went to find him.
"Where's Lilith?" Sam asked the man.
"Kiss my ass." He smiled as his eyes turned black.
"I'd watch myself if I were you."
"Why? Huh? Because you're Sam Winchester, Mr. Big Hero? And yet here you are, slutting around with some demon. Real hero."
…Demon? She's a demon?
Wait. No… it couldn't. He wouldn't.
Would he?!
I looked up and saw Dean's eyebrows knit together, thinking the same thing I was if I had to guess.
"Shut your mouth." Sam said calmly.
"Tell me about those months without your brother. About all the things you and this demon bitch do in the dark."
Sam didn't answer him, just glared at the man in front of him, and my mind began to run a thousand miles an hour. He was with HER. He left me. To be with HER. I wanted to puke. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to cry.
Then as Sam lifted his arm the demon began to choke and cough, black smoke poured out of his mouth and slowly but surely absorbed into the floorboards. As if the demon was being dragged back to hell. After a minute it all vanished and the man leaned back, Sam moved forward to check his pulse. When he did he smiled to the woman in the corner.
To Ruby.
"How'd it feel?" She asked him.
"Good. No more headaches." He answered as he began to untie the man in the chair.
"None? That's good."
"Hey, hey. I got you. It's all right." Sam told the man as he helped out of his chair.
All that time, he left me and went to be with Ruby! I can't fucking believe him… all those phone calls. All those texts and emails. He LIED to my face. He abandoned me for a fucking demon whore. Anger surged through me and I stood to bust through the doorway to the room where they were, but Dean beat me.
He stood and met Sam at the door way, and I stepped in to the side of him.
"So... Anything you wanna tell me, Sam?" Dean asked quickly, I tell from his tone that he was beyond pissed.
"Dean, hold on, okay? Just let me-"
"You gonna say, "let me explain"? You're gonna explain this? Why don't you start with who she is, and what the hell is she doing here?"
"It's Ruby." I answered when neither she or Sam said anything. Sam met eyes with me and had the look of 'damn I've been caught' plastered on his face.
"It's good to see you again, Emily." She smirked to me.
I wasted no time and charged forward, my fist connecting with her face, her arms pushing me backwards until we were both falling to the ground, I swung wildly at her, wanting to feel the breaking of bones against my knuckles.
"Don't!" Sam yelled as Ruby pinned me on the ground. But I reached up and twisted my hand. The veins in her face began to come overly apparent and burn red. I squeezed my hand as tightly as I could and watched as the life began to leave her eyes.
"EMILY! Stop!" Sam yelled pushing Ruby off of me and blocking her from Dean or I. Dean pulled me up off the ground.
"I'll fucking kill you bitch!" I yelled to her, and she moved to attack me before Sam cut her off.
"Ruby don't, just get him out of here." Sam told her. She did as she was told and helped the man back up again from where Sam had leaned him against the wall.
"Well, aren't you an obedient little bitch?" Dean said watching her. She stops and looks up.
"Ruby, he's hurt. Go." Sam reminds her, she begins to leave the room.
"This isn't over." I smiled to her as she shot daggers from her eyes. Dean and I watched until she was out of sight, then we turned back to Sam.
"Dean." Sam sighed, but Dean only turned to leave. "Dean!"
"I can't believe you." I said feeling out of breath as the words left my mouth. My chest tight.
"Em I-"
"You what Sam!? You left me to be with RUBY! That's what you did! You ditched me for her!" I yelled, feeling the pain cut into my voice. "How could you do that to me?"
"Em its more complicated than that. Its not like that I promise."
"Then what is it huh? You didn't want to talk to me about this? Didn't want to tell me about your ability and the fact that you were training how to use it? Because that's just something I wouldn't understand?"
"I'm sorry kiddo."
"… I can't believe you."
I turned to leave and walked out to the front of the building, where I found Dean inside the impala, engine running. I got in and didn't say a word. Neither did Dean.
Speechless…
Once back at the motel I waited for Dean to turn off the engine, but he didn't.
"Dean." I whispered.
"Go crash next door with Judson. I'm gonna go for a drive."
"Okay."
I stepped out of the car and Dean promptly left before I could even reach Judson's door. Once I did I knocked only once, he was obviously still awake at the speed he answered it.
"Hi." I whispered. "Can I crash here tonight?"
"Yeah. Is Dean cool with it?"
"He suggested it actually… if that tells you anything about how our night has gone."
"C'mere babe." He said pulling me inside and closing the door behind us. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he slowly picked me up under my thighs, my legs wrapping around him as well. He walked us over to the bed. He sat on the edge and squeezed me slightly, enforcing the fact that he was here.
I love him.
I really and honestly… I don't know what I'd do without him. I just love him.
We have been this back and forth complication for months now, but here we are. Here he is. He puts up with my bullshit, and puts me in my place when I need it, he always understands when I need to talk... And when I don't.
"I love you."
The words came out barely a whisper, but his hands stilled against my back where they were moving back and forth gently. My breath held itself, waiting to see what he would do next. Would he say it back? Would he run?
Would he apologize and tell me the truth? That he only sticks around because he feels bad for me? That he didn't realize he was getting so caught up in this life with me? That it isn't what he wants…
He pulled his face away from the side of mine, and I kept my chin tilted down, but he lifted it forward and kissed me. He kissed me so gently, but the feel of his lips against mine set them on fire. He scraped his teeth against my bottom lip and pulled back.
"I love you, too."
I wrapped my arms around him again and clung to him for dear life. Afraid this amazing man would hear the truth and leave me. How do I say it? How do I tell him?
"You ready to talk yet? Cause you're scaring me Em."
"So what I tell you I love you and now you get all nervous on me?" I teased. I could feel him chuckle in my arms. I pulled back and finally faced him.
"I don't know where to start…"
"Why are you awake right now? We only went to bed like 4 hours ago?"
"Castiel. He showed up, sent me and Dean back in time… I got to see my parents." I smiled softly. He rubbed his thumb against my cheek. "My mom, Jud. She was so beautiful… she was a hunter."
"Really?"
"Yeah, her whole family were hunters. On her dad's side… its kinda crazy. Cause Daddy never knew… I guess we were kinda destined to fall into this life one way or another."
"So why were you so upset?"
"… We. We found out where mine and Sam's abilities came from." I said looking away from him, feeling my lip start to tremble. His thumb moved to rub against it. Steadying it. I sucked in a breath of air and quickly released it.
"We were fed demon blood as a baby. Yellow eyes, he. He was there that night to turn me into a monster." I looked up at him, his face was steady, portraying no fear or shock if he had any. His gaze just intensified as I spoke, him hanging on every word I said like it may be the last he ever heard. "But then… we found out something else."
"What is it sweetheart?" He asked after I struggled to push out the words.
"The blood he fed me wasn't just demon blood."
"What was it Em?"
"The blood of the devil." I whispered, my voice shaking with the weight of the words. Judson inhaled and held his breath for a moment. Evaluating the situation, taking it all into consideration. My stomach churned as I watched his eyes dart back and forth across my face. A single tear slid down my cheek.
"So what do we do…" He finally asked.
"I don't know." I sighed. "He said something about Sam being on this dark path, and how they want him to be stopped or they'll do it themselves and then they said they hadn't made up their minds about me yet, and we went to find Sam, and he was with Ruby."
"Ruby?!"
"He was with her, the whole time Judson… the whole time I begged him to answer the phone he was running around with her training on how to use his abilities to exorcise demons without the ritual. We caught him doing one tonight… it would have been impressive had I not been so pissed that he lied and hid all this from me."
"Damn… I'm so sorry Em. Is Ruby still breathing?"
"Unfortunately."
"That shocks me." He said pointing his eyes at me.
"Sam forced us apart… I didn't really have the chance to finish. But I will. I'll fucking rip her throat out with my bare fucking hands. I don't need any devil's blood to kill that bitch." I sneered.
"Easy there Rambo."
"… I feel like everything just got so much more complicated than it had to be."
"Yeah, it kinda did Em. But we'll figure it out."
"So. You don't wanna leave?"
His eyes grew wide and he pulled back slightly.
"No! Em, are you serious? You thought I was gonna leave you over all this?"
"Kinda." I whispered.
"I said those words too, and I meant them Em. I love you, and I'm not going anywhere. Okay?"
"Promise?"
"Yeah babe I do. I promise." He said pecking me again.
"So since you're not leaving me can we go to sleep? I'm exhausted."
…
The next morning I left Judson to get ready and was surprised to find our door unlocked, I looked around… no impala. But I opened the door anyways, Sam was sitting at the table and instantly stood to greet me. I hesitated for a moment and then my eyes darted to the ground.
"Em wait, please." He asked, but I continued walking until I was safely behind the bathroom door. Alone. I stood there for a few minutes. Ignoring his knocks on the door. Until I heard another door open and close, and then footsteps move away from the bathroom. Then a fair amount of shuffling around.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked. There wasn't a reply. "What, are you, are you leaving?"
I immediately ripped the door open. Dean froze and looked up at me, then without missing a beat he tossed me my bag and continued packing.
"You don't need us. You and Ruby go fight demons."
Sam stared at me with pain in his eyes. I stood, looking between him and Dean. As angry as I was at Sam, I didn't want to leave. I didn't want him to leave…
"Dean, come on, man." Sam pleaded stepping up to him. Dean turned and punched Sam square in the face, making him take a step back. He reached up to his lip.
"You satisfied?" Dean punched him again, then threw down his bag. I realized then we weren't really leaving. Dean was just making his point. So I set down my bag and leaned back against the wall. "I guess not."
"Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone?"
"I'm just exorcising demons."
"With your mind ... What else can you do?"
"I can send them back to hell. It only works with demons, and that's it." Sam tried to explain.
"What else can you do?!"
"I told you!"
Dean shook his head for a moment, Sam waiting for the next words to come out of Dean's mouth like his life depended on them.
"And I have every reason in the world to believe that."
"Look, I should have said something. I'm sorry, Dean. I am. But try to see the other side here."
"The other side?" Dean asked with eyebrows raised.
"I'm pulling demons out of innocent people."
"And running around with Ruby again." I added. Sam barely looked my way.
"Use the knife!" Dean yelled.
"The knife kills the victim! What I do, most of them survive! Look, I've saved more people in the last five months than we save in a year."
Dean looked over at me, I was having a hard time reading his face… his mind is running faster than mine. Bouncing from thought to thought.
"That what Ruby want you to think? Huh? Kind of like the way she tricked you into using your powers? When you were finally past them." Dean asked. Sam looked down disappointed. "Slippery slope, brother. Just wait and see. Because it's gonna get darker and darker, and God knows where it ends."
"I'm not gonna let it go too far Dean." Sam said shaking his head. "You don't get it… you were gone, and I was still here. I had to find a way to keep on fighting without you, and I did. And what I do… it works!"
I felt a punch to the gut with his words… I was here too. I still wanted to fight. I still needed Sam when he left. Part of me wanted to bite my tongue… the other part of me told that part to sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up cause she was pissed.
"What about me Sam?!" I said getting his attention. "I was still here too… and YOU left. YOU chose to be Ruby instead of me! I mean seriously, out of everyone in the world who understands who you're going through, why wouldn't you tell me about this? Cause we both know I understand."
"I.. Em. I couldn't."
"Why!"
"Because I just couldn't!"
"… You're so full of shit. You know, I can't help mine sometimes, and here you are training with Demons on how to use yours! Tell me something. If what you're doing is so great then why did you lie about it?!"
Sam looked down at the floor. No answer.
"We know… Sam. Cas told us about what Azazel did."
"What?"
"Yeah… Thanks for lying about that too."
"I just. Thought I was doing what was right." Sam said sadly.
"Why did an angel tell me to stop you?" Dean asked. Sam looked up, surprise on his face.
"What?"
"Cas said that if I don't stop you, he will. See what that means, Sam? That means that God doesn't want you doing this. So, are you just gonna stand there and tell me everything is all good?"
Sam's eyes began to tear up, and he pulled his face downward to the ground.
"You want to know the kick here Sam?" Dean asked. "Emily over there… she's being watched too. But for now they hadn't made up their mind. And I think you and I both know there are some questionable things done over the last few months on her part… so how bad is what you're doing when angels are more concerned about stopping you, then her."
A tear fell down Sam's cheek. I wondered whether or not I should tell him… that the blood dripped into my mouth wasn't Azazel's… but Lucifer's.
Sam's phone suddenly rang. Sam moved to answer it.
"Hello?" He said pinching the bridge of his nose, collecting himself. "Hey, Travis. Yeah, hey… Uh.. It's good to hear your voice, too, yeah. Um, look, it's not a really good time right now. It's- Yeah, okay. Uh, well, just give me the details, and, uh… Carthage, Missouri. Looking for Jack Montgomery."
…
"I can't believe it. Mom, a hunter?" Sam asked as we drove down the road. Dean had explained to him our interesting events over the last 12 hours. Judson and I sat in the back, Judson seemed to be very intent on listening to Dean, but I was more intent on forcing him to play with my hair as I laid in his lap. He sighed, but rolled his eyes and continued as I pulled his hand back up to my head.
"I wouldn't have believed it either if I hadn't seen it myself. That woman could kick some ass. I mean, she almost took me down." Dean laughed.
"How'd she look? I mean... was she happy?"
"Yeah, she was awesome. Funny and smart. So hopeful."
"She wanted out of the life… to have a big family." I mumbled. Sam barely looked back at me. He had mostly refrained from engaging in conversation directly with me. He knew our business was unfinished.
"Dad was happy, too. Until of course..." Dean shrugged. Sam let out a deep long sigh. "What?"
"Nothing… It's just, our parents. And now we find out our grandparents too? Our whole family murdered and for what? So Yellow Eyes could get in my nursery and bleed in our mouth?"
"Yeah. Well. It wasn't his only goal." Dean sighed as his eyes met mine. I shook my head no at him. Sam quickly looked between us.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." I growled at Dean.
"Might as well throw it all out there while we've got a moment to actually be honest with each other." Dean said.
"Sam got to have his secrets… am I not entitled to mine?"
"Not today." Dean mumbled before turning to Sam. "Azazel didn't feed Emily his blood."
"What? He told me that's what he did to all of them?"
"Demon's lie." Dean answered.
I sat up from Judson's lap and pulled me knees up, ignoring as Sam turned back to look at me.
"So what happened then?" Sam asked, looking between the three of us, realizing we were all in on the thing he wasn't.
"He fed me blood… just not his." I mumbled.
"Who's?"
"The devil's." Dean said solemnly. Sam's eyes went wide, he looked back at me in shock. I kept my eyes away from his, I didn't need to see it on his face too. I've already seen it on Dean's. The shock. The fear. The gut rolling truth smacking them in the face. The realization that there's something dark and evil inside of me.
"Well now that we're all well informed can we just shut up and get to Carthage?" I asked.
"Em.. I. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner…"
"Me too." I mumbled slipping on my headphones and laying back in Judson's lap. Sam turned around and left me alone for now. I turned my head slightly to look up at Judson. He looked down at me with pity in his eyes. I hate that look. But I didn't hate the way he traced my hairline with his fingertips.
…
"Are you sure that's him?" Dean asked as we staked out the Montgomery's home, using binoculars to watch them through the window.
"Only Jack Montgomery in town." I answered.
"And we're looking for..."
"Travis said to keep an eye out for anything weird." Sam shrugged.
"Weird?"
"Yeah."
"Alright, well, yeah, I've seen big weird, little weird, weird with crazy on top. But this guy? I mean, come on, this guy's boring."
"I don't know, Dean. Travis seemed pretty sure."
I ignored the two of them bickering back and forth and watched as his wife left the room. Jack wandered around the kitchen finishing off his beer. Then he went to open the fridge. I watched as he scanned its contents, his eyes fixated on something. He reached in, and looked around to make sure no one was watching. Then he tore into a package of raw meat and began to devour it rapidly.
"Whoa." I breathed.
"What?" Judson asked. I handed him the binoculars.
"I'd say that qualifies as weird guys." Judson nodded.
We left and went back to the motel room after Jack went to bed for the night, I entered behind the boys, and noticed as Dean paused, then I realized someone was in our room. It took me a second to recognize the man.
"Travis." Sam smiled.
"See, boys. Told you we should have hid the beer." I winked to Travis.
"Smartass. Get over here girl." He said standing and reaching out his arms to me. I ran up to him for a hug, him picking me up as we did.
"Good to see you Travis!" Dean said hugging him after I was released.
"You too." Travis nodded, then he shook hands and hugged Sam. "Who's the kid? John didn't pop out another one on his own as far as I know." Travis asked looking over to Judson.
"Judson Smith." He said reaching out to shake hands with Travis.
"And what are you doing running around with this lot, they'll get you in trouble." Travis winked to us.
"Life was boring, found these guys and didn't seem to have that problem anymore." Judson shrugged. I pushed his shoulder a little.
"Ah, I bet." Travis nodded.
"He's been running with us. Helping me keep an eye on Em." Dean added.
"You mean you're keeping him under close watch cause he's got his hands on her, hey?" Travis smiled to Dean.
"Yeah, a teenage girl. No monster in the world ever prepared me for this." Dean sighed. I punched him in the chest, causing Travis to laugh.
"Man. Emily is all grown up. How long has it been?"
"Ah, gotta be 10 years." Sam said shaking his head.
"You still a.. oh, what was it... a mathlete?"
"No." Sam scoffed.
"Been too long, boys. I mean, look at you. Grown men. Emily you are just beautiful. John would have been damn proud of you three. Sticking together like this."
"Yeah. Yeah, we're as thick as thieves." Dean said shooting a knowing look to Sam, who's smile quickly fell from his face. "Nothing more important than family."
"Well. Sorry I'm late for the dance." Travis said sitting back down. We all took a seat on the beds, Dean at the table with Travis. "Thanks for helping out an old man. I'm a little, uh, shorthanded. So, you track down Montgomery?"
"Yeah, we found him at his home." Sam nodded.
"And?"
"Well, he had a hell of a case of the munchies, topped off with a burger he forgot to cook." I replied.
"That's him alright."
"What's him?"
"Kids, we got a rougarou on our hands."
"A rougarou?" Judson asked.
"Is that made up?" Dean asked turning to Sam. "That sounds made up."
"They're mean, nasty little suckers. Rotted teeth, wormy skin, the works." Travis answered.
"Well, that ain't this guy. I mean, he was wearing a cellphone on his belt."
"He'll turn ugly soon enough. They start out human, for all intents and purposes."
"So, what? They go through some kind of metamorphosis?" I asked.
"Yep, like a maggot turning into a bull fly. But most of all they're hungry."
"Hungry for what?" Dean asked.
"At first, for everything, but then... for long pig."
"Long pig?" Dean asked.
"He means human flesh." Sam answered.
"And that is my word of the day." Dean smiled.
"Hunger grows in till they can't fight it. Till they got to take themselves a big, juicy chomp, and then it happens."
"What happens?" Sam asked.
"They transform completely and fast. One bite's all it takes. Eyes, teeth, skin; all turns. No going back either. They feed once, they're a monster forever. And our man Jack's headed there on a bullet train."
"Well, how'd you find this guy if he's a walking, talking human?" Judson asked.
"Let's just say it runs in his family."
"You mean, uh..."
"Killed his daddy back in '78. Son of a bitch mangled 8 bodies before I put him down. Guy used to be a dentist. Cadillac, trophy wife... Little did I know, pregnant trophy wife. She put the boy up for adoption. By the time I found out, he was long gone, lost in the system."
"You mean to tell me you couldn't find someone?" Sam asked raising his eyebrow. Travis sighed deeply.
"I'm not sure I wanted to. The idea of hunting down some poor kid... I don't think I'd have the heart. No. I wanted to wait, make damn sure I had the right man. Apparently, I do."
"How do we kill it?" Judson asked.
"Burn it alive."
"Ouch." I cringed. I leaned over on Judson, who threw his arm over my shoulders.
Travis and Dean stood and began gathering things to make mini torches for us to take with us on the hunt. Sam had stepped out and said he'd be back in a few minutes. That was about thirty minutes ago.
"Fire huh?" Dean asked as he assembled the end of the torch.
"Yup. Only way I found to kill the bastards was to deep fry them." Travis nodded.
"Well, that's gonna be... horrible. Is that what you did to Jack's dad?" Dean asked.
"Uh-huh".
Judson and I were leaned against the bed, cleaning weapons, when Sam walked in again.
"Not wasting any time, are you?" Sam asked.
"None to waste. The guy hulks out, we won't be finding bodies, just remains." Travis shrugged, Sam took a seat next to him.
"What if he doesn't hulk out? I did a little homework. Uh, I've been checking out the lore on rougarous."
"What? My 30 years of experience not good enough for you?"
"What? No. No, I-I- I just wanted to be prepared. I mean, not that you didn't.."
"Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY. It's a sickness." I said over to the boys at the table. Sam shot me a bitchface.
"It is." Dean nodded in agreeance.
"Look, everything you said checked out, of course, but uh. I found a couple of interesting stories about people who have this rougarou gene or whatever. See, they start to turn, but they never take the final step."
"Really?" Dean asked.
"See, if they never eat human flesh, they don't fully transform."
"So what? Go vegan, stay human?" I asked.
"Basically. Or in this case, eat a lot of raw meat, just not..."
"Long pig." Dean finished for him with a smile.
"Right."
"Good on you for the due diligence, Sam." Travis said standing. "But those are fairy tales. Fact is, every rougarou I ever saw or heard of... took that bite."
"Okay, well, that doesn't mean that Jack will."
"So what do we do? Sit and hope and wait for a body count?"
"No, we talk to him. Explain what's happening. That way he can fight it." Sam suggested.
"Fight it?" Travis laughed. I could already tell this wasn't going to end well. "Are you kidding me? You ever been really hungry? I mean, haven't-eaten-in-days hungry?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. Right then. So somebody slaps a big, juicy sirloin in front of you, you walking away?"
"No." I answered, knowing the boys wouldn't.
"That's what we are to him now, meat on legs. I'm sorry. I'm sure he's a stand-up guy, but it's pure, basic instinct. Everything in nature's gotta eat. You think he can stop himself 'cause he's nice?"
"I don't know. But we're not gonna kill him unless he does something to get killed for." Sam said firmly. Dean looks over to Sam. Who takes a few deep breaths, then leaves the room.
"What's up with your brother?" Travis asked looking between Dean and I.
"Don't get me started." I sighed. "Are we going back tonight?"
"No."
"I'm gonna go grab a room next door." Judson said standing.
"No need, you can crash on the couch." Dean replied before Judson could stand to get out the door.
"Okay." Judson shrugged. Sinking back down on the bed, leaning against the headboard next to me. I looked over and saw an amused smile tugging at Travis's lips. I knew he was fixing to comment.
"Got em on the short leash, huh boy?" He says mostly to Dean.
…..
"So how'd it go?" I asked as the boys came back through the door the next day. Judson and I stayed back and let them approach Jack. We figured the less crowded the better on that one.
"Not so good." Dean sighed.
"Travis will be happy to hear that." I said with indifference.
"Yeah I bet he will." Sam said rolling his eyes and walking past me. He went in the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
"Let me guess." I said turning to Dean. "You two had a fight."
"Something like that." Dean sighed.
"De. Can I ask you something."
"Anything Em. You know that." He said sitting on the bed across from me.
"I'm being hard on Sammy because of what happened when he left me… for Ruby. But… why are you? I mean. I did things much worse than that while you were gone. MUCH worse. If it wasn't for the lying part, and the ditching me part, and the Ruby part. I don't think I'd be mad."
"I don't know kiddo." He said as he laid back across the bed. "I guess it's all of it. I thought he was gonna take care of you, and then we find him with Ruby? And he's using those powers when I asked him not to, and he lied about it all."
"And the Cas thing." I added.
"Yeah… I think that kinda pushed it over the edge."
"Maybe we're being too hard on him… not that I'm saying I'm gonna let up. But. Maybe we should remember he's still Sammy."
"Yeah. Maybe." He said getting up off the bed and cracking a beer. "Where's Judson?"
"He wanted to go for a run. He's been doing that more often. I think Sam is rubbing off on him."
"Great." Dean chuckled.
"Stamina booster." I winked to him before having to bite my cheek not to laugh. He choked slightly on his beer. "Just kidding De."
"So… what are you two now anyways? Dating? Not dating?"
"I don't know… I don't want to be with anyone else. But we've not put a label on it."
"Is it serious?" Dean asked with an undertone I knew all too well.
"No we haven't had sex Dean." I said rolling my eyes.
"That's not what I was asking." He claimed innocently. But I could see the relief across his face. "I'm just curious how serious you are about this whole thing."
I pulled my pillow into my lap and twisted it at the corners.
"I told him I loved him." I whispered.
"What?"
"I said." Raising my voice just a hair. "I told him I loved him."
"… and?!"
"And he said it back."
"When did this happen?!"
"The other night."
"When you crashed with him?"
"Yes."
"… And you didn't have sex?"
"NO! Dean! Not every guy in the world is like you!" I said getting up and throwing the pillow at his face.
At that moment Sam stepped back out of the bathroom.
"Did I miss something?" He asked looking between Dean and I.
"Emily's in love." Dean mocked.
"Dean! Shut up!"
"What?" Sam asked with a smile pulling at his lips. Thankful to have an actual conversation with us that didn't revolve around him.
"Dean's being mean!"
"That's not what I heard… I heard Emily was in love?" Sam teased.
"Sammy!"
"Did he say it first?" He asked.
"… no."
"What?!" He asked with his eyes wide. "You said it first? That's bold Em."
"Oh shut up! The both of you!" I said feeling slightly embarrassed as I crossed my arms over my chest. My cheeks burning red.
"Aw, c'mere Em." Sam said as he reached out for me. I let him pull me in and he hugged me. It didn't take long for either of us to realize how much we needed this hug. He held on a little tighter than usual. Lingered there a little longer.
"You guys are assholes." I mumbled against his chest. I could feel his laughter. I Imagine Dean was accompanying him.
"We love you kiddo."
"I love you too, Sammy."
….
"What's he doing now?" I asked for the fifth time in the last hour. We were tailing Jack and have followed him to sit on a bench in the middle of town. Of course we only brought one pair of binoculars.
"He's sitting there. Like he was five damn minutes ago." Dean sighed.
"Well sorry… its boring back here." I replied with a bit of attitude.
"We should have left her." Judson groaned from beside me. I swiftly elbowed him in the ribs.
"Damn it. Jack. No." Sam said sadly.
"What?! What'shappening." I asked sitting up.
"Come on." Dean answered getting out of the car with Sam, homemade flame throwers in hand.
"Oh shit. Its getting serious." I said jumping out behind them.
We followed Jack into an apartment building where he was diligently spying on a woman who was undressing in her room. Something on his face was different. Animalistic. I was worried Travis was right, this just can't be fought. Jack entered a part of the building we could no longer follow without being seen.
"Shit." Judson whispered beside me.
"Let's split up. Judson and I will take the back of the building. You two go to the apartment."
"Stay together, don't split up." Dean told us.
"C'mon." Judson said as he pulled me back around to the back of the building.
"Do you think he's gonna turn?" I asked him honestly.
"I don't know Em. Doesn't look good right now."
"Yeah… makes me kinda sad. Sam really has his hopes set on this."
"Well. We can keep our fingers crossed. That's about it." He shrugged leaning against the brick wall. His leather jacket hugging him in all the right ways.
"… Why do you do this to me?"
"What?" He asked confused.
"Look that fucking good when we're supposed to be working." I said moving to stand between his legs. My hands pulling at his belt. My lips moving towards his. He pushed his pelvis forward so that it rubbed against mine as he teeth grazed my lip.
"Mmm…. One damn day soon, Em." He mumbled in my ear.
"Soon isn't soon enough." I breathed back.
"Tell me about it." He said as he spun us around and pushed me against the brick. It was rough, and I loved it. I loved his hands under my shirt. I loved the way his body reacted to my touch. I loved the taste of him on my lips.
Suddenly a door busted open beside us and Jack took off running. We both jumped, but stayed in place as he ran.
"Fuck." I sighed, pulling out my phone to call the boys. I texted instead and told them to meet us back at the impala.
"Well… we should probably keep this to ourselves." Judson nodded.
"Yup." I nodded briefly as we jogged back to the car. Once there I turned to see the boys running form the building frantically.
"What the hell did you two do?!" I asked as I heard police sirens growing closer.
"Uh, we may have jumped the gun a little! Go!" Sam said as he and Dean jumped into the car and we skidded down the street.
"Well. I always love a good run form the cops." I said sitting back and rolling my eyes.
"Where to now?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. Did you guys see which way he went?" Dean asked.
"Nope."
"And how exactly did he get past you two?" He said looking back at me in the rearview mirror.
"Uh. He just. Ran. Really fast." I rambled, not meeting Dean's gaze in the mirror. Judson scooted away from me by the slightest amount, but still enough for Dean to notice.
"Right." Dean said sarcastically.
"Soooo…" I said changing subjects. "Where to now?"
"Jack's place I guess." Sam shrugged.
"Sounds like a plan." I smiled.
The rest of the drive was spent in silence… when we pulled up I instantly recognized the car out front.
"Well. I guess we know where Travis is." I sighed.
"That stupid son of a bitch." Sam said tearing open the car door. We all quickly followed up the porch steps. Dean slowly opened up the door, we followed carefully. There is a chair and torn rope in the floor.
"Uh oh." I whispered. Judson moved closer to me. Practically touching me with every step we took. We continued into the room until a large pool of blood caught our attention.
"De." I mumbled. He looked at me concerned, then moved forward. I reached back and my fingers intertwined with Judson's. We followed the trail of blood all the way behind the couch… to a mangled body.
"Oh God." I shuddered, turning into Judson to look away.
"Think that's Travis?" Dean asked.
"What's left of him." Sam sighed. "Guess you were right about Jack."
"De we can't leave him here." I said turning away from Judson to face Dean. But when I did I saw Jack moving behind him.
"DEAN!" I yelled but it was too late. He knocked Dean out cold with a swift blow to the back of the head, Judson pulled me back and Sam moved up with his flame thrower, only to have it knocked out of his hand, and quickly he too was on the floor.
"RUN!" Judson yelled as he pushed me to the stairs. I ran them two at a time as if my life depended on it. Once at the top I turned to check on Judson, but he was out of sight? I guess he stayed downstairs. So I quickly shut myself in the closest room. Locking the door behind me.
I stood there for a minute. No footsteps approached. I couldn't hear anyone fighting. I couldn't hear anything. And the fear in me began to build. I slowly twisted the knob and ventured back down the stairs, one foot at a time. I found Dean and Judson both unconcious. I ran to Dean seeing the blood on the back of his neck.
"De! Wake up!" I whispered frantically shaking his shoulder. But someone came up behind me and grabbed me by my hair, picking me up off the floor and throwing me into the closet. I was thrown into Sam, waking him up as the door slammed us in.
"Sammy! Are you okay?!"
"Yeah… I.. I think so." He said groggily.
"He's got Dean and Judson!" I said trying to force the door open again.
"Dean?" Sam called out up against the door.
"Dean can't come to the phone right now." Jack responded.
I slammed my fist against the door. "Don't hurt them!" I yelled in frustration.
"Calm down!" He yelled back. "Your brother's alive. The boy too."
"Alright, Jack. Listen. Open the door. We can figure this out, okay?" Sam said calmly trying to talk him down. He laughed.
"We'll have ourselves a little brainstorming session."
"Jack please! They're hurt… let us out." I begged.
"I don't think so. After what you did?"
I looked at Sam in confusion, he shrugged.
"What? What are you talking about?" Sam asked.
"You send your friend here. He tried to burn my wife alive."
"What? Why?" Sam asked as we shared a shocked look. I started digging in my pockets for a pick.
"He didn't say!" No pick… but I did pull a metal hanger off the rack and begin untwisting it as Sam talked. "I guess psychopaths don't have to explain themselves."
"Listen to me. You gotta believe me." Sam pleaded. "My siblings and I, we never would have hurt her, okay?"
"Oh, God. I'm so hungry." Jack said, barely audible through the door. I froze. Fear trickling down my body… I looked up to Sam who encouraged me to keep twisting the hanger and she tried to pick the lock with the other end.
"Jack, don't do this." Sam said, desperation filling his voice.
"I can't ever see my family again. You people... your friend. You made me into this!"
"No one's making you kill us!" I yelled back. Sam moved and put his hand over my mouth.
"Listen to me." Sam said calmly. "You got this dark pit inside you. I know. Believe me, I know. But that doesn't mean you have to fall into it. You don't have to be a monster."
"Have you seen me lately?" Jack laughed.
"It doesn't matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It's your choice."
I stopped and looked up at Sam, the conviction on his face. It hit me that he was saying this to himself as much as he was to Jack… To me.
There was shuffling outside the door, and Jack stopped responding. Sam began to frantically pick at the door until it finally busted open. Jack Was inches from taking a bite out of Dean.
"Jack!" Sam yelled.
Jack stood, facing us, Sam shoved me behind him. I gripped to his shirt and watched as the emotions played across Jack's face before he lunged for us and Sam lit the torch. Burning Jack alive right in front of us…
As he hit the floor I ran for Dean, who was beginning to wake up on his own.
"De! De… are you okay?"
"I'm good… I'm good." He groaned pushing himself off the floor. I helped him stand and Sam came to his side, so that I could move towards Judson.
"Babe." I whispered lifting his head into my lap. "Jud wake up…"
"Mmmmmm…" He groaned. I could see the knot on the side of his face and the cut above his eye. It was gonna be a good shiner for sure.
"Baby are you okay?"
He nodded and slowly began to sit up. I stood, grabbing his hands and letting him pull himself up with my resistance. Once he was standing on two feet I wrapped my arms around him.
"You scared me." I whispered against his skin.
"I'm fine sweetheart."
"Let's get the hell out of here."
….
"You did the right thing, you know. That guy was a monster, there was no going back." Dean said as we drove down the black top. The blackness of a cloudy night surrounding us. I wrapped myself in Judson's arms, listening to his soft snores in my ear.
I waited for Sam to reply, but he didn't.
"Sam, I wanna tell you I'm sorry. I've been kind of hard on you lately." Dean admitted. I listened carefully.
"Don't worry about it, Dean."
"It's just that your, uh, your psychic thing, it scares the crap out of me. Em's too." It was then I realized they didn't know I was awake. So I closed my eyes and continued to listen. "I just worry about you two. I don't want this thing getting ahold of you. Getting ahold of her. She looks up to you Sammy."
"Look, if it's all the same... I'd really rather not talk about it."
"Wait a minute. What? You don't want to talk? You?"
"There's nothing more to say. I can't keep explaining myself to you. I can't make you understand."
"Why don't you try?"
"I can't. Because this thing, this blood, it's not in you the way it's in me. It's just something I got to deal with."
"Not alone." Dean told him. "You got me… and most of all you got her. I mean who could understand this better than her? Hell. She's got the blood of the devil in her… I just. I don't even know what to do with it."
"It doesn't matter." Sam sighed. "These powers... it's playing with fire. I'm done with them. And I think we should push Emily to stop using them too."
"I'm okay with that." Dean agreed.
"I'm done with everything." Sam whispered.
"Really?"
"Well, that's a relief. Thank you."
"Don't thank me." Sam scoffed. "I'm not doing it for you. Or for the angels or for anybody. This is my choice."
"Well hopefully she makes the same choice."
I sat quietly, not another word was said on the matter. I let my mind travel… wondering if I could stop them. Wondering if I truly wanted to stop them.
Do they scare me?
Hell yeah they do.
But are they a part of me I want to know more about?
Hell yeah I do.
… I mean Lucifer was an angel? So… isn't it angel's blood as much as it's the blood of the devil? Can't there be some good to it? I've already seen the bad take over, so I can't deny its presence. Even if I wanted to.
I snuggled further into Judson, he subconsciously held me a little tighter. I drifted to sleep, waiting for our next pit stop.
…
"Hey." Dean's voice called. Waking us. "Bathroom break. Go now, we won't stop again for a while."
Judson nodded and climbed out of the car. I stretched in the backseat before climbing out and standing next to Dean while he pumped the gas. Letting my muscles wake up some more before I attempted to really walk. I inched closer to Dean until my head leaned against his arm. He bent down and kissed the top of my head briefly.
"I'm still mad at him De."
"I know… its okay to be mad Em."
"So what do we do now?"
"Well…" Dean sighed. "I was kinda thinking maybe we could take a break?"
I pulled back and looked at him with surprise in my eyes.
"What?"
"Yeah… you know. We always kinda talked about it but we are only about 10 hours out."
"From where?"
"The beach." Dean smiled widely.