Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own Charlie, Emily, Cooter and Wilson along with all others you do not know
A/N: I planned on having this out earlier this morning but I got distracted by Made, and then Sister, Sister and then Sabrina and then Step By Step (Gotta love that show) and THEN breakfast and right after that my cousin Zack came to see my puppies so he could pick which one he wants. So yeah, that'smy excuse. HaHa
So far Me & Emily is my like highest reviewed story! It has me all excited and is shooting me full of inspiration. HaHa -Kalli
And special thanks goes out to: mssammydean, SexySadie88, Mistoflees and hotforjensen101! I'm glad you guys are liking it!
The Aftermath
Dean sighed as he looked up at the ceiling, the events that had happened earlier in the day reeling through his mind. He kept seeing Emily with blue-tinted lips, they way she laid eerily still, not a single breath flowing in or out. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw himself earlier...only this time he couldn't save her.
He looked to his left as his bedroom door opened slowly, letting out a low creaking sound, Emily walking in quietly and smiling slightly when she seen he caught her.
"Hey baby, what are you doing in here?" He leaned up on his elbows.
Emily shrugged and walked towards him slowly. "I can't sleep, can I stay with you?"
Dean smiled and pulled the covers back, nodding his head to the middle of the bed. Emily grinned and climbed onto the bed and snuggled in next to Dean, sighing happily when he pulled the warm covers up to her chin. "I think your Mom's gonna miss you, you know."
Emily nodded and played with the Hummingbird that hung from her necklace. "I know. I ju--I wanted to stay in here tonight, I feel better."
"Yeah," Dean nodded. "me too, Kid."
Dean laid there and watched as his daughter's eyes drooped and her head leaned forward towards him slightly as she fell off to sleep. Dean was just about right behind her when his bedroom door creaked again. Turning his head he found Charlie standing in the doorway, fingertips playing with the end of her nightgown.
"Got room for one more in there?" She whispered shyly.
Dean nodded quickly and pulled the covers back behind Emily, waiting until Charlie was tucked in behind their daughter, then pulled the covers back up.
Charlie looked down at Emily and sniffled. "I woke up and she wasn't in bed, so--so I checked her room and she wasn't there either, and all I kept picturing was to-today."
"Hey, hey." Dean ran his hand along her arm under the covers. "She's okay now, she's safe. Sam and I got that bastard. And you heard Dr. Nilsson, he said Emily's going to be fine."
"I know, it's just...God..." Charlie rubbed at her eyes before placing a kiss to the back of Emily's head.
"Yeah, I know." Dean brushed Emily's hair away from her face before doing the same to Charlie. "Get some sleep. Everything's gonna be okay."
Charlie smiled softly and allowed her eyes to slip shut, relaxing into the body heat in front of her.
Dean stayed awake for a few moments longer, looking at both Smooter girls, a soft smile making its way onto his features as he finally gave way to the sleep that had been tugging at him.
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Sam groaned and rolled over. Last night had been basically sleepless. Everytime he did fall asleep he kept seeing Emily being yanked into the water and under, the way everything fell into slow motion as he ran towards her, only every time he went to run, it was in place. He was running but wasn't going anywhere.
He got out of his bed and scrubbed his hands down his face, making his way to the kitchen for some strong coffee. Only he stopped as he went by Dean's door, backtracking he stood froze in place, a small smile on his face.
Dean was laid with his back turned to his brother, Charlie on the other side of the bed with her back facing the window, Emily was laid between them and curled into Dean. And at the foot of the bed was Cooter, spread out and snoring.
Sam shook his head and chuckled quietly and continued his journey down to the kitchen for his much needed coffee.
"Morning." Dean grumbled out, sleep still evident in his voice and on his face, his hair sticking up in each direction.
"Morning." Sam replied quietly, looking down into his mug.
"You okay?" Dean looked at his little brother over the rim of his coffee cup.
Sam shook his head and finally looked up at his brother, tears in his eyes.
Dean plopped his cup down onto the counter and rushed over to Sam. "What happened? What's wrong?"
"I almost killed your daughter, Dean." Sam looked away from his brother, his chin quivering. "I tried to keep her safe, I did."
"Sammy." He hadn't realized Sam was hurting over this. "She's fine. She'll be alright."
"No." Sam shook his head vigorously. "I promised you, Dean. And I let her get caught. God, she stopped breathing."
Dean shook his head and yanked his brother into a hug.
"I'm sorry." Sam stammered through his tears. "She was there, she was right there, you know? Then she was gone. I'm sorry."
Dean hushed his brother and patted his back a few times, waiting till the tears subsided. "You okay now?"
Sam nodded into Dean's shoulder and pulled back a little when Dean cleared his throat.
"Dude, I am so maxed out of chick-flick moments for the next five years." Dean shook his head and gentely pushed Sam away, going back over to his coffee.
"Dean!" Came Emily's voice from the living room.
"Yeah?"
5 sneezes and a string of coughs came before her voice. "My head is stuffy and I feel all achey. Can I have some soup, please?"
"What kind do you want baby?" Dean listened as she sneezed some more.
"Chicken Noodle."
Sam tried to hide his smile as Dean hurried around the kitchen.
"5 years, my ass." Sam chuckled.
"This isn't a chick-flick moment! She's got a cold!"
"Dean?" She whined.
Dean grabbed the soup and crackers, hurrying into the living room, only to return a few moments later.
"She wants hot chocolate."
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"Sam??" Charlie called out as she stumbled through the front door, grocery bags piled in her arms.
After she had woke this morning and found Emily bundled up on the couch, she hurried to the store to get all of Emily's favourites she liked to eat and drink when she was sick.
"Hey...uh, how do you feel about going back to the store?" Sam smiled sheepishly as he took some bags.
"What?" Charlie arched a brow, closing the door with her hip.
Sam just nodded his head in the direction of the living room, Charlie peeked around the corner as Dean inhaled deeply through his nose a nasty clogging noise giving way.
"Oh no..." She groaned.
Dean frowned from his spot beside Emily, who was sporting a frown of her own.
Charlie forced a smile onto her face and walked into the living room.
"Hey baby, I got you all of your favourites." Charlie placed some chips, sports drinks, and gummi bears on the coffee table in front of her daughter. She sighed when Dean pouted as Emily grabbed a bag of chips. "What?"
"Where's mine?"
"Dean, I'm sure Emmy doesn't mind sharing, do you baby?" Emily opened the bag and looked at Dean.
Dean slouched down and whined, "I want my own."
"Here, you can have this bag." Charlie smiled as she picked up the other bag of chips.
"Those ones aren't rippled." His pout deepened.
Charlie scowled and threw the bag at him, hitting him in the face. "Just eat the damn chips!"
Dean went to open his mouth but stopped when Charlie pointed at him, both brows arched.
"How you holding up?" Sam grinned as he came in the back door.
"Did you find a hunt yet?" Charlie sighed as she stirred the ham and bean soup on the stove.
"That bad?" Sam laughed.
They heard Dean's sneeze from the living room.
"I need a tissue!" He whined.
"They're right in front of you on the coffee table, Dean."
"I can't bend forward! I'll throw up!"
Sam snorted and scratched the back of his neck. "Where's Emmy?"
"Upstairs in Dean's bed with Cooter, she couldn't take the whining."
"Oh God, I'm dying!" Dean whined loudly, followed by a string of coughs.
Charlie slammed the spoon down. "If you don't shut up, you're gonna wish you were dead!"
"Where's my soup?!" Dean groaned.
Charlie poured some into a bowl and growled, "I'm coming!"
"Is it cooled how I like it? So I don't burn my tongue?"
Charlie smirked and picked up the pan again, dumping more of the hot soup into his bowl then went into the living room. "Oh don't you worry. It's fine. You just eat up."
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Charlie looked over at her sleeping daughter next to her, her mouth open due to the fact she couldn't breathe through her nose.
Dean gave a rough spell of coughs followed by a whine.
How her daughter slept through that amazed her, although Charlie did feel bad for Dean.
He never was good when it came to colds, she learned that when they were dating. So with a sigh she climbed from her bed, making sure Emily was tucked in, then padded down the hall to Dean's bedroom.
She pushed opened the door to find him spread eagle on his bed, whining every time he inhaled and coughing every time he exhaled.
"Come on, roll over."
Dean peeked over at her. "Did you come to pick on me some more?"
"No. I promise." She pulled back the covers and climbed in next to him grabbing one of the pillows close to her to prop under his pillow. "Roll over baby."
Dean nodded and rolled onto his side, back facing Charlie. He smiled as she started to rub his back soothingly, the fluttering in his chest easing a bit.
"How'd you know what to do?" Dean asked, turning his head to glance at her.
Charlie smiled and ran her fingertips over his back in soft circles. "This always helps Emmy when she's sick. Helps her fall alseep and rest easy."
Dean mumbled something as his head relaxed against his pillow gurgling snores coming from his mouth a minute or so later, Charlie shaking her head and laughing.
Soooo, I took off work today because I have an exam for my Photography Course. So let's hope all goes well, which it should, I'm a nerd when it comes to the whole study thing. (Yeah, Yeah. And cue the pointing and laughing now...) HaHa. But once that's done, the day is all open for me to update.
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