The Adventures of Emma Davis

Of Angels and Apocalypses

Chapter Five: Flying Lessons

Notes: Greetings everyone. Just wanted to write a brief thank you to everyone who has reviewed and read and those who have even wished my dad well. He's out and about and doing fine. I don't know about you guys, but I think the current hiatus sucks. On one hand though, Part Three is almost done, which means this may be posted a bit faster. Also, the Interludes are being posted now. Again, any ideas are appreciated. I hope you guys enjoy!

I stayed in the car while they went to talk to the police about the killings that were happening in town. It was boring. I was lying on the backseat, thinking of places I could go after I got back. I considered the Arctic, after all, what demons would go there, really? Normal people usually avoided it. I was thinking of this, when someone knocked on the window on the door by my head. I looked over at them, and then sat up. I checked that the car was locked before I rolled the window down a bit, not recognizing who the guy was.

"You alright in there?" He asked.

"Well, if I wasn't, I wouldn't be in here, now would I?" He chuckled and I stared at him. "Can I help you?"

The guy shrugged. "Just thought I'd come check to see if you were okay."

My eyes narrowed. People in Canada didn't come to check on a grown woman when she was in the car for about ten minutes, I wasn't so sure about the States, but I wasn't taking any chances. "I'm fine," I said. "I'm waiting for my friends, so if you don't mind…"

He didn't take the hint. "Oh? The two guys who went into the police station?"

I didn't answer.

"Is one of them your boyfriend?"

It seemed it would be one of those days. I sighed. "Look, thanks for coming to check on me or what not, but as you can see I'm fine, you can go now." It was kind of blunt and a bit mean sounding, but I didn't really want to deal with them. Not very 'Canadian' I supposed, but I didn't care.

"Just trying to be friendly," he raised his hands in a surrender pose. "You know, as a concerned citizen and all that."

Everyone in the States here is trying to be friendly, I thought sarcastically, thinking back on the last time someone said that to me in the States. "Yeah, well I'm not interested."
He nodded. "Alright then, sorry for taking your time." He started to straighten when a voice came from beside him.

"Is there a problem?"

I looked over and saw Dean and Sam in their suits staring the man down. I had to admit, they looked good when they suited up, though they currently didn't look too happy at the poor guy. He looked intimidated. Hell, I'd be intimidated if I had Sam towering over me and both he and Dean were glaring.

"Uh…"
I rolled my eyes, since the guy seemed to be useless. "No." They both looked at me, though still looking back to sort of glare at the guy. "He was just making sure I was okay. He's leaving." I gave a pointed look to the guy who straightened fully.

"Right," he looked at me, casting glances at the boys. "Glad to see your okay. Take care!" I didn't often see someone move that fast. It was kind of amusing.

I heard Dean snort at the guy leaving and I looked up at him. "So, find what you were looking for?"

They walked and got into the car before Sam started speaking.

"Well, it turns out that all three murders have happened at 9:15 at night. So, we're going to talk to some of the victims' families, see if there's something in common with them."

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Well, the boys went in to one of the houses to talk to the wife of one of the people who were killed and I helped out by sitting in the car. I really felt the danger Dean was trying to show me.

I huffed; I was bored of this arrangement already. I decided to get out of the car and stretch, when I noticed someone on the other side of the street staring up at the house. Once I checked that my gun was still tucked into the back of my pants, I walked over to see what was up.

"Hey," I called out. It was a teenager, I guessed mid teens but I had been wrong before.

"Do you know what's going on?" He asked me, nodding over to the house.

"FBI. They're asking questions about the recent death." I watched him nod and then bit his lip. "Know anything about it?"

He looked at me sharply. "Why? You with the FBI?"

I shrugged. "Not really, my brother is though. He's being an over protective jerk and refused to let me stay at the motel." I rolled my eyes, hoping that the kid was buying it.

His eyebrows narrowed. "Why are you going on a case with him?"

"I'm not, not really. He was supposed to drop me off in the next town, but then the case came and he's refused to let me out of his sight." I sighed and then sat down on the curb. I was a bit surprised when he sat next to me. I didn't really have anything to say, so I didn't.

"Do you know what the theory is?"

I looked over at him. "Nah, not allowed to."

He nodded and then looked at me and bit his lip again. "Do you…" he paused. "This is going to sound stupid."

"That all depends on the person really. Try me."

"Do you believe in the supernatural?"

"Sometimes." I saw him look at me and I sighed. "Sometimes there are things you just can't explain."

He nodded. "I was nearby, when it happened."

I looked at him and frowned a bit. "Do the police know about this?"

He shook his head. "No, no one saw me near and…well, they'd think I was crazy." He looked away.

"Well, I'm all ears if you need someone to tell." I held up my fingers in a Boy Scout pose. "Promise I won't think you're crazy."

He gave a small smile before speaking. "It wasn't late or anything, and I was really just wasting time before I had to meet up with friends, y'know? I thought I heard something and figured I'd check it out. Not like I was doing anything better." He scoffed and took a breath. "I saw the guy and he was just standing there, almost in shock. That's when I saw it." He paused and I took it as a time to prod the story forwards.

"Saw what?"

"This girl…I knew her photo, she had died like, two years ago but they only found her body a couple months ago. It was a huge deal here and no one was ever caught." He paused before going back on track. "I don't remember the details or anything, but I swear I saw her come towards the man. Before I knew it, she had her hand around his throat and he was saying 'sorry, I'm so sorry' but she smiled and flickered. She flickered!"

"She flickered?" I asked, not quite sure what he meant.

"She flickered! Like a bad video, blinking in and out, you know?" He was breathing more rapid now and my hand went to rub his back. "He just slumped then. Fell to the ground and she just stood there, over him. Then…" he took another breath and looked away. "I swear to god, she looked at me. She looked and smiled and then disappeared." He turned and looked me in the eyes. "I'm not talking about she walked away, or was gone after I looked away for a second. I never took my eyes off of her, and she disappeared!"

I kept rubbing his back and looked up to see Sam and Dean leaving the house. Once they noticed I wasn't in the car and was across the street, they made their way towards me. "I believe you."

He looked up at me. "You do?" Then his expression turned wary. "You're not one of those crazy people, or someone from a mental hospital, are you?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, just a...fairly normal girl." I gave a smile. "Look, are you up to telling my brother? Trust me, he'll believe you too."

He watched as the boys came to stand in front of us, then back at me and nodded.

"Alright Em?" Dean asked, and I nodded.

"Guys, this is…" I paused, realizing I didn't know his name. I gave him a questioning look.

"John." He supplied and I nodded.

"This is John…he has something to tell you."

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By the end of the day, after more investigating by Sam and Dean and more of me sitting in the car uselessly (which was really kind of unfair considering I found John who told them all about the strange girl), the boys had found out that a ghost was causing the murders around town. Apparently, the girl John had seen was murdered a couple years ago. Her body was found recently, but no suspects were ever found. So while her family put her body to rest, she wasn't ready to move on. Instead she was reaching out and getting revenge. All that was left was to salt and burn her bones…which the boys had decided I needed to actually participate in. It was nice to know they wanted to involve me in some felonies.

"This idea sucks!" I muttered as soon as I saw the fence we had to hop. I may have been in better shape than I was years ago, but the fence was high and I wasn't particularly skilled at climbing.

"Look, I'll go over first," Sam said, looking at both Dean and I. "Then Dean, you help Emma over. Emma, I'll help you out on the other side. Then Dean will go over. That ok?"

"Let's just get this over with," Dean said.

"I guess…" I muttered, still looking at the fence warily.

"Ok," and then Sam scaled the fence. It looked easy, but a lot of things that looked easy really weren't.

"Alright there darling?" Dean asked, motioning me closer to the fence.

"Not really," I looked at the fence and at Dean. "So, how are we going to do this?"

Turned out, the way we were going to do it was that Dean was going to watch for me as I climbed, I was going to use one foot as leverage on Dean's shoulder and throw the other one over the fence. Sam then would make sure I didn't fall as I climbed down.
I scowled at Dean. "Touch my ass one time, and I swear to God…."

He just chuckled and I heard Sam sigh and call out "can you hurry up already?"

Climbing the fence wasn't that hard. Getting over the top was. I had one foot on Dean's shoulder, his hands steadying my leg as I swung the other over the fence. Sam helped me find a place for my foot to stand so that I could bring my other leg over. Once that was done, I climbed down.

I was pleased that I made it, granted with a lot of help from the brothers, but I had never really climbed a fence before. I followed Sam as we looked for the grave.

"Here."

I looked over and Dean was passing me a sawed off shotgun. "What's that for?"

"Shoots rock salt. Sometimes ghosts get antsy when we dig them up. If she shows up, shoot her."

"I've never shot a shotgun before."

"You can shoot other kinds of guns, can't you?" When I nodded, he continued. "You'll be fine, just be ready for a bigger kickback if you shoot."

I nodded, murmured thanks and took the gun. I wasn't as sure as he seemed to be. Least someone had faith in my…abilities I guess.

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"This is creepy." I muttered to myself, looking around the dark and empty graveyard.

"Here it is!" Sam said, and I walked over to him and Dean.

I looked over at the gravestone. "Julie Fields. Huh."

"Keep watch,"

"Huh?" I looked at the guys who had started digging with the shovels they had brought. "Oh, right."

It was terribly nerve wracking. I turned at every sound, always thinking that someone was coming. I mean, really, how would we explain this?

"Alright Emma?" Sam asked, looking out from the hole.

"So far…" I replied, eager for this to be done. When I turned to look back around, a girl was in front of me. I screamed.

I didn't have time to react. She put her hand on my chest and I went flying backwards, hitting a tombstone. The gun had flown out of my hand at some point, but I really didn't care. I lay on the ground, not eager to get up and fight back. The guys could handle themselves, I was in pain.

I hit the tombstone on my left side of my back. I hadn't heard anything crack, so I prayed nothing was broken. It'd be one thing in Canada, but I couldn't afford health care in the States.

"Emma!"

I winced when Dean slid next to me.

"Are you alright? What happened?"

I grabbed his arm and pulled myself up to a seated position. It hurt. "She appeared, alright? Sent me flying…what do you think happened?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Of course I'm hurt! I fucking flew into a tombstone!" I snapped.

He winced. "Come on," and held out his hand to help me up.

Now, I may be angry, most especially at him, but I wasn't stupid. I grabbed his hand and he gingerly helped me up.

"Em…" he started, but I raised my hand.

"Don't." I let go of him and started walking back; pausing only to try and grab the shotgun I had dropped. He grabbed it before I could. "If you try to talk to me now Dean, I swear to God I will snap, so don't." He nodded and I walked back to Sam, who gave me a worried look. I ignored it and lowered myself into a seated position against another tombstone near the grave and waited while they took turns digging. Ghost girl didn't appear again, and by the time the boys were done, she never would.

"Let's go." Dean said, packing up their tools and avoiding eye contact with me. Not that I minded, I was still angry and the pain was spreading. Sam offered to help me up and we headed back to the motel.

Well, that's the end of this chapter and some of you may be happy to find out that in the next chapter...Emma meets our favourite angel.
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