The Adventures of Emma Davis

Part Two: Of Angels and Apocalypses

Chapter Two: "Have you heard what's happening in the States?"

Notes: Well, here is the second chapter. The one that basically goes between season 4 and 5. Just a quick note, I have on my profile a poll up in regards to the posting of the chapters. As Part Three won't be written until after Season Five is over, I was wondering as to what you, the readers, would want, for example, to post the rest of these chapters quickly? To draw it out a bit? To draw it out a bit only start posting The Interludes in-between? Let me know. Also, if you have any ideas as to what you want to see in The Interludes. Little scenes from anyone's point of view, let me know too. Thanks and hope you enjoy!

Also, a quick thank you to everyone who has reviewed, read and put this story on alerts. It means a lot and I'm glad you enjoy it! And, a quick shout out and thank you to my beta and best friend Lisa. She's the one who catches my flaws and if someone says something out of character. So THANK YOU!

I had gone to work after the fact, still muttering and rubbing a hand on my chest. The thought of something being etched into my ribs creeped me out. I tried to think of the bright side. Now, I guessed, I was protected from being stalked by angels and being possessed by demons. I shook my head lightly. My life was weird.

I walked into the store where I had worked on again and off again for a few years. My mom had recently been harassing me about getting a decent job, but I enjoyed working here. It wasn't much at times, but they gave me time off when I needed it. I had friends here. I looked up and saw Kyle at the counter.

"Thanks Kyle, for covering for me."

He grinned when he saw me. "Sure thing Em," he said, "but Ernie's here and on the warpath."

I scrunched up my nose. Ernie was one of the owners of the store. He had seen my car, an Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme from the 70s. He had seen it before it had been fixed up once or twice but apparently didn't put much thought into it. Once he saw it when it had been restored, a thank you gift from Dean a few years ago, he had been harassing me about buying it. I wasn't selling though, and he saw that as a problem.

"Davis!"

I winced as I heard Ernie call my name. "Speak of the devil…" I muttered and saw Kyle laugh. I stood up straight and turned to face him. "Ernie!" I gave a smile, hoping it didn't look as fake as it was. "How are you?" I asked.

"Don't give me that, you're late."

"Family emergency." I said quickly. "Plus, it's not like I didn't make sure my ass wasn't covered. I called it in, and asked Kyle to cover for me, which he did. So what's the problem?" I briefly wished I could do the creepy stare-into-your-soul thing that Anna had done to me earlier. Maybe then Ernie would back off.

He straightened and pursed his lips. "Well then, was it anything serious?"

"My cousin got himself into the hospital attempting to pull some stunt." The lie came kind of easily. While I had had time to think of it, I wasn't that great of a liar. "He's okay now though, just being an idiot."

He nodded and then looked at me. I could practically see the thoughts running through his head.

"Have you given any thought to my offer?"

"I told you before Ernie," I said, straightening a bit. "I'm not interested. The car isn't for sale, no matter what the offer."

His eyes narrowed. "I doubt you can take care of it properly, like I could. Nor, do you probably appreciate it for the classic car that it is."

I had heard these sorts of lines since I had returned from South Dakota with the car. Hell, I even had to place an alarm system, a tracking device I could turn on and a variety of locks, not only on the car but the garage that it was in too. My insurance also flew through the roof once they realised it was now worth more. I interrupted Ernie's rant.

"Maybe not, but it was my car long before it got fixed up and you set your sights on it. A friend of mine fixed it up for me and I said I'd take care of it. I have no plans on selling it for whatever price, even if it was back in the condition it was in when I left the first time."

He huffed and walked away.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to Kyle. "Well, that was fun."

Not even a year later, I was packing my things.

It had started out slow, and had I not taken to scouring the Internet or newspaper for news of weird stuff or deaths, I probably wouldn't have noticed. I had started to look for suspicious things since I had started travelling around my province a bit. It had been a couple months after I had returned from the States and I had been driving through a small town on my way up north to meet up with one of my cousins. The town gave me the creeps. As soon as I drove in and hadn't noticed a single person outside, I turned around drove right back out. I found another way to get to my cousins. I had left weirdness in the States; I wasn't about to enter into it if I didn't have to. Which is why I started looking for it, so I could avoid it.

At first it hadn't been anything that jumped out at me. Until there had been notice of a girl who died in a freak accident. A couple cattle deaths up north were explained away by wolves. A man shot his family and then himself. Then, a field stopped growing.

The news had said it was like winter had come early. Everything just died. Scientists said there had been something in the soil. Something in the way the scientist had said it to the camera struck me as off. I decided to research.

I looked back throughout the past couple of months. More events, nothing major usually, had occurred, and it had been becoming more frequent. I didn't think much of it until I was running the next day. I had been thinking over the weird stuff and cursing the Dean Winchester for making me aware of the weird stuff when a thought popped up. What if there was a pattern?

Running back home after that at full speed had left me winded, but I didn't stop until I had a map of the area. I grabbed a bunch of coloured pushpins and started pinning the areas that I remembered weird things happening, including the road between the town my mom and I lived in where a sudden landslide had cut off the road for a few days. Granted I hadn't started with many pins in the first place, after all, who really keeps a collection of pins lying around, but they were soon all gone.

I took a breath. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I waited until the next day, and went out and bought more coloured pins. This time, when I went back to my map, I replaced the pins so that the darker coloured pins went into events that had happened over six months ago, and the lighter pins went into the places for the past six months. It was then I realised that the events had been growing in frequency.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Obviously something was happening, but I didn't know what, or if I was in danger. I tried not to panic. Hunters could take care of this, proper hunters.

I fooled myself for a week, until I was at work and Becky, the new girl, had asked me a question.

"So, have you heard what's going on in the States?"

I frowned. I had been trying to not freak myself out anymore and had avoided any source of news. Stupid idea really. "What?" I asked, hoping it was just something I could care less about.

"Crazy stuff is happening out in…" She paused for a moment, looking as if she was trying to remember. "Miss…missa, no, not Mississippi…."

I rolled my eyes and waited.

"Missouri."

I looked over at Kyle who had walked in. He quit a few months ago but visited every once in awhile. Or, at least he did until we had tried to go out and it didn't turn out well.

"That's right!" Becky's face lit up with a smile. "Missouri."

I had no idea where that was, except for the fact it was in the States. "What happened?" I asked and Becky's eyes went wide.

"You mean you don't know?"

I gave her a look that to me meant 'obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be asking.' I'm not sure if she caught it.

"Bunch of tornados have hit the state in the past few days. Lot of people have died." Kyle answered for me. He looked kind of grim about it.

"Not just that!" Becky said, excited as if she's going to give the latest gossip. "It's all sorts of natural disasters! There's been a mud slide, and all sorts of stuff."

Kyle frowned. "Don't be ridiculous," he said. "mudslides didn't happen. It was mostly tornados."

"Nuh uh," she countered, "there were totally mudslides."

They continued arguing but I wasn't listening. Freaky stuff had been getting more frequent here in Canada, but it wasn't as bad as Missouri. What the hell was happening down there?

I waited until the end of my shift before racing home to check out a few things. I looked up what was happening in Missouri. It was bad, not only that, but it looked as if it was moving. I looked over at the map that still had all the pins in it. I then looked up news articles for Missouri before the tornados started. Tons of weird stuff had been happening there. While a large part of me wanted to be like an ostrich and shove my head in the sand, a more sensible part reminded me that whether or not I was here, it might be coming. I made up my mind. Which lead me to packing some of my stuff.

I called work. Told them something had come up and I had to leave town. I didn't know when I'd be back. I asked Ernie if it was possible to get my pay today rather than a week from now. Understanding that it was urgent, and that if he didn't agree I'd go to his wife, he told me to stop by the store in an hour. He'd meet me there.

When I got to my car, and tossed my bags in, I had a sudden thought. I would be going back to South Dakota, at least to get some answers. I wasn't sure what I would find there, after all, the Anna girl I had met a while back had said Dean got pulled from hell. I shook my head; I'd deal with that, and possibly him, when I got there. For now, I got into my car, started the engine and drove to work.

.

Luckily, I didn't have to get out of my car when I got there. Ernie was waiting outside and I saw him sigh wistfully when he saw my car. He had been after it for years now.

"Thanks a lot Ern," I said as he handed me my money.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked. "I know you travel, but it's not like you to get up and suddenly leave."

"I'm fine," I reassured him. "I just…" I couldn't think of a good enough lie to tell him.

"If you're in trouble, you know you can talk to Irene or me," he seemed determined but I gave him a soft smile.

"I know, and I'm not in trouble. Something just came to my attention…"

He nodded. "Well, take care Emma. Your job's here if you need it when you come back."

Ah Ernie, always looking out for me. I was partway certain he was still trying to butter me up for my car.

"Thanks, take care Ernie, and be careful."

He looked a bit confused with my last piece of advice, but I didn't give him time to respond. The hairs on the back of my neck were rising every time I thought about what was going on. I got the hell out of there.

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