The Adventures of Emma Davis
Of Angels and Apocalypses
Chapter Four: "Have fun snuggling!"
Notes: Sorry for the late update. I know I've been kind of regular in when I post, this week has been crazy so far. I had friends from out of town and my dad is in the hospital and my laptop is broken. So I'll try to keep updates regular to my best. Thank you also to Lisa for letting me use her laptop to post and her house for sanctuary. Here's the next chapter though and I hope you enjoy!
When I came back in, Sam and Dean were arguing again. I went straight up into the room that I had used before. I looked around. It wasn't as dusty as I thought it'd be, but still smelt kind of funny. I could deal with it. There were also a couple of bags, one still open, at the foot of the bed. I didn't think about it, instead, I tossed my bag on the floor, placed my gun on it, and went downstairs. There was a tension in the house, and I didn't think it was just from my presence. It made me want to leave sooner, but I needed to find a slightly safer place than home, and while it wasn't here, I hoped they could at least point me in the right direction. I sighed and walked into the library.
I found Bobby at a desk, looking over some books. I dragged a seat to sit across the desk from him. "So, I know the boys have said it's the apocalypse and all, but I expect you to be fully honest with me. How bad is it?"
When he was done telling me everything that he knew. I slumped back into my seat. Lucifer was apparently walking around earth, angels were fighting amongst each other, and the boys were smack in the middle of it. Worst of it, when they were up close with Lucifer, with the gun that they put all their faith into and they shot him? It didn't work. Two of their friends had died in the process. Dean's anger made more sense now.
"Fuck," I said, and heard Bobby snort in agreement. "What the hell do I do now?"
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I didn't give Bobby a chance to answer. Instead, I stood up and walked out of the room and out of the house. I walked over to my car and sat on the hood.
What the hell was I supposed to do now? If it was the apocalypse, there was no running from it. I sure as hell wasn't going to fight it, but I couldn't run and I couldn't hide then what the hell was I supposed to do. "FUCK!" I screamed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I slammed my hand on the hood of my car.
I fell back, lying down on the hood of my car. I didn't really have any options. Suddenly, everything hit me. All the stuff I went through to get here, all the stress I felt before I came and all the information I gained once I got here made me tired. I was exhausted.
I slid off the car and walked back inside, ignoring any of the guys I saw. Ignoring their expressions. I went into my room and lay back on my bed. I was asleep instantly.
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When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was my bed was moving. Suddenly alarmed, I sat up, ignoring the sudden dizziness, and found myself in the back of a car. I looked to the driver.
"What the hell Dean?" I demanded.
He looked in the rear view mirror. "Mornin' gorgeous."
Sam sat in the passenger seat and I heard him groan and throw an apologetic look my way.
I sat up, rolled back my shoulders and glared. "Why am I in your car? Where the hell are you taking me?" A sudden thought popped into my mind. "Are you taking me home, without my car, so I can't drive back? Because I could totally bus it if I needed to."
"What?" He asked, "No."
"Then where are we going?" I leaned forwards so that my head was leaning over the front seat. I noticed then that he had his classic rock music playing, it was just low. I assumed so he didn't wake me. I looked at Dean and saw he suddenly went serious. "Dean?"
"We're going hunting."
"What?!" I took a breath. "Pull over."
"No."
"Dean…" Sam said, looking over at him.
My jaw had clenched. "Pull over now Dean." And he did.
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"Take me back."
We were standing outside the car now. I had gotten out, and Dean had followed.
"No."
My eyes narrowed. "Look, I get you don't want me near you, fine. I accept that, really, but I am not going hunting with you."
"Get back in the car Emma."
"No!" I was pacing now. "I don't care that you don't want me around, but I refuse to put my life in danger even more because of you! I don't want to go hunting! Hell, why do you think I researched every place I might hit when I traveled? So I could avoid these things! Not walk right into them! I'm not suicidal like you and Sam are Dean. Take me back."
He looked taken back for a moment before he frowned again. "You investigated?"
"Yeah, it's called being smart." I took a deep breath, trying to control my anger, and stopped pacing. It wasn't working well. "Why the hell did you think it was a good idea to take me hunting?"
"So you could see what you were getting into!" He yelled, moving forwards to me. "You're the one who is determined to stay when you know it's dangerous! You want danger, fine! We're going hunting."
"I came so I could find out what was going on! So I could figure out how to avoid it!"
"You can't avoid the apocalypse!"
"Yeah, kinda figured!"
We stood there, both angry at each other. It was getting us nowhere. He wanted to take me hunting, fine. We'd go hunting. I got into the Impala.
"What are you doing Emma?" He sounded resigned.
"Just get in and let's go. I want this over with as soon as possible."
He walked slowly to the car and got in. No one spoke and once he started driving, he turned the music up way too loud. I didn't comment, content with stewing in my anger and ignoring him.
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We stopped in a motel, and as Sam opened the trunk, Dean went to get a room. I ignored Sam, looking into the trunk to find my bag there. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Emma?" I looked over at Sam. "I'm really sorry about this."
"It's a bit late for that Sam," I said and grabbed my bag. "I'm kind of already here."
Dean came back with a key. "Room 107." He grabbed his bag and started walking. I ran after him, ignoring Sam's sigh.
"Wait, what do you mean 107? Where's my room?"
"You're rooming with us sweet-heart," he said and opened the door.
I stopped and stared after him. If he wasn't trying to stop the apparent apocalypse, I'd have killed him.
"It's safer this way," Sam said, stepping up behind me. "Come on," and he went in.
Grumbling, I followed.
I stopped as I walked into the motel.
"Oh my god…" I muttered. The running theme seemed to be a mix between the 70s and stars. It was all kinds of ridiculous and a little bit hideous. I walked in further, noting the kitchen area to the side, blocked from the beds with what looked to be tacky stars hanging down from the ceiling like a fence. I stifled a laugh and then noticed the beds.
They were neatly made, with bedding of dark blue and giant silver stars on them. It didn't seem as grungy, over all, like some of the motels I had heard of nut the mix of themes really didn't match.
"Alright! Magic Fingers!" Dean exclaimed and I turned to raise an eyebrow at him before moving to the bed furthest from the door.
"Right, have fun snuggling on that bed." I tossed my bag on the bed and turned to see Sam and Dean sharing awkward looks before playing rock paper scissors.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean muttered with a longing glance at the bed. Sam won.
That's it. Hope you enjoyed!