The Adventures of Emma Davis
Part Two: Of Angels and Apocalypses
Chapter Three: "You didn't really think it was only in your country, did you?"
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The drive was longer than I remembered. I stopped at a motel when I was too tired to drive, but there was no one at the front desk. It was almost three in the morning. Even though it completely freaked me out, I slept in the car.
The next day found me in Sioux Falls and it took me a few tries before I finally found Singer's Salvage Yard. I drove in, a bit faster than I would have liked, but the events of the past few days and the thought of the map back home made me more than a bit eager to find out the answers.
I noticed, as I pulled up the drive, that two men had walked out of the house, with weapons while another was seated in the doorway. I didn't think of it, just parked and before I got out of the car, I grabbed the 9 millimetre I had under the passenger seat. Although it was possible I knew the two men coming up to the car, I wasn't about to go forwards unarmed. I was a bit rash, but not stupid. I got out.
Once I had taken a good look at the men, I recognized them as Dean and Sam…who were staring at me in shock. I stood there for a moment; processing the fact that Dean was in front of me and not dead, as I had been led to believe. As I had still believed, even though Anna had told me he wasn't. With that thought, I checked the safety on the gun and shoved in the back of my pants, covering it with my shirt. I narrowed my eyes and stalked up to him.
"Emma?" He almost whispered, staring at me as if I had just stepped off of a spaceship. He took a few steps forward.
I reeled my hand back and punched him in the chest. I'm sure to what he usually went through, it didn't feel like much of a punch, but he winced and rubbed it. I made a mental note to work on my punches. "That," I said scowling at him, "was for making me think you were dead." I walked around him and headed towards Sam.
"Why are you here Emma?"
I whirled back to face Dean. "Stuff's been happening. There have been increases in weird events, and the stuff in Missouri is big enough people back home were talking about it. I came for answers."
"Well you can just go back home."
"Excuse me?" I stalked towards him. "Listen here Toto, this is all your fault. If you hadn't shown up in my room, I wouldn't even know about this. You're the one who got me into all of this!" I poked his chest, which was much harder than I remembered. "You're the one who died, got brought back like Jesus or something and didn't even tell me! It's because of you that I have a fucking tattoo! To keep me from getting possessed from demons of all things. I'm permanently mutated now, thanks, from hip to ribs! Not only have you made me paranoid, but lets not mention the fact that because of you I got stalked by a fucking angel!" I watched as his expression changed. He looked slightly alarmed now. "Like it or not, I am not leaving until I get some answers."
I was breathing more heavily now, but I stopped, assuming I had made my point.
"An angel?" Sam's voice asked from behind me. It sounded low and urgent. "Was his name Castiel?"
I turned a bit, so that I was sort of facing both of them. "What? No, her name was Anna. She was the one who told me you were back from the dead," I pointed at Dean. "She also left some nice markings on my rib cage." I frowned a bit at the memory. "It was a pleasant talk really. First time I had ever been practically felt up in a coffee shop."
"Anna?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, you know," I tried to remember some facts about her. "Dark red hair, eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. She also mentioned you two had sex, so really you should remember her. Not everyday you sleep with an angel, is it?"
Dean looked less angry, for a moment but it didn't last long. "If you've been protected from angels, and I know you're protected from demons," he smirked, which made me want to throw something at him. "Then the safest place for you, is as far away from me as you can get."
"Trust me," I said, "I don't plan on staying. I want to know just what's going on," I paused for a moment. "And how I can avoid it."
"Dean," Sam's said, looking at his brother. "We should tell her."
"No," Dean bit out. He then looked at me. "Get back in your car and go home."
My eyes narrowed. "In case you didn't notice what I said before, I left because something is going on. Hell, an entire farmers crop died while they were out working in it. Tell me that's not weird." The brothers looked at each other. "You didn't really think it was only in your country, did you?"
"Dean…" Sam called, but Dean shook his head.
"Don't." He looked at me. "I don't care if you don't go home, but you can't stay here."
"Well you don't make decisions for me!" I argued back. "I'm not leaving without answers!"
He snapped. "You want answers? Fine! How 'bout this: Lucifer's out of hell and Death is on the loose! Happy now?"
"No," I said, taken a back a bit at how he yelled me. He had only yelled at me once before, when we first met. "I'm kinda confused actually. But if it's true, it makes it all the more serious, and all the more reason I need to know."
Dean didn't say anything and instead stalked past me and into the house.
I turned to Sam and looked at him closely, for the first time since I got there. My eyes widened. He was huge! Sure, he was tall before but now he had packed a lot more muscle on. "What the hell happened to you?"
He gave a sigh. "Come in, we should talk." He turned and walked into the house.
I followed after him and then stopped. When I had looked up at the house, the man, who I assumed was Bobby, wasn't sitting in the doorway. He wasn't even there, but as I entered the house I thought I heard something rolling. I pushed the thought back for later.
.
I was sitting across Sam in the kitchen in silence. After I had been forced to take a shot of holy water, Sam had told me the story. Told me his story and I wasn't quite sure how to react. I had never met Ruby, so I couldn't place any judgement on her, but she was obviously smart. She went for when Sam was weakest and angriest to convince him.
"You're an idiot," I said once he was finished. He didn't look as if he expected that. I heard a snort from behind me and I looked back to see Dean standing there. "You too." I said, trying to instill the fact that I was still angry with him.
Before either of them could reply, Bobby came into the room. I stared in shock, blinking a couple times to ensure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. I frowned. "When did that happen?"
They were silent for a moment; both Sam and Dean were looking away before Dean answered. "He was possessed." They didn't say anything more and judging from their faces, I suspected it was a sore subject.
I looked at Bobby. "That sucks." He narrowed his eyes at me.
"I don't want your pity girl."
"Good, because I'm not giving any." I knew I was being kind of snappish at him when I was really angry at the boys, but I couldn't help it. "Yeah, you're now in a wheelchair and can't do some of the things you could before, but I'm not offering pity. You wouldn't want it. I'm not going to say sorry, because I have nothing to be sorry for." I shrugged. "Least you're alive, you'll deal."
He stared at me for a moment, before nodding and rolling to the fridge. He grabbed a beer. My attention was diverted by Sam.
"How long are you staying Emma?"
I shrugged. "Not long. A couple days at most, really. Enough to find out more details and where it's all happening."
"It's happening everywhere," Dean snapped, "or does the word apocalypse mean nothing to you?"
I scowled over at him and stood up. "Bobby, would it be alright to stay here? At least for the night?" I watched as he looked at both Sam and Dean.
He reluctantly nodded. "Same room's open."
I moved to leave so that I could grab my bag from my car. I stopped in the doorway when Dean spoke.
"You need to leave."
I whirled on him. "And you need to shut up! I've made up my mind." I left before he could speak again.
I know, it's kind of short but it's exciting. In case you're interested, my beta and I have found that the songs 'The End is Where We Begin' by Our Lady Peace and 'Just Breathe' by Pearl Jam kind of suit Emma and Dean. Check them out and let us know what you think. Also, ideas for the interludes are always welcome. I'll start posting them soon. Thanks!