The Adventures of Emma Davis

Part 2: Of Angels and Apocalypses

Chapter 6: "I don't have STDs!"

Notes: Just a few quick notes. I'm sure you'll all be happy to know that the Adventures of Emma Davis is going to be about 5 parts. So far. :D Also, in my profile are links to 2 pictures that have been drawn of Emma by me, and there will be more coming (especially comics done by coupdetats but that can't be posted yet. Don't want to give anything away.) There is also a link to a playlist I've made in Youtube that is a mix of songs that either match certain scenes (past or future) or just fits their relationship. Check it out. Also, thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favourited or put this on alert. It means a lot! That's all, and I hope you enjoy.

I was trying not to cry in the car. I never really did great with physical pain and it didn't help that every jostle in the car put more pressure on my back. I had tried to sit and lean forwards, but when Dean had stopped suddenly, cursing at the person who ran onto the road, I slammed back into the seat. Since then, I took my chances leaning back and trying to not think about it. It wasn't working well.

By the time we got to the motel, I was kind of crying. My efforts not to had pretty much been in vain, though I was happy that I wasn't bawling. Someone opened the door, and lent me a hand when I got out. I didn't look, hoping they wouldn't ask or harass me about crying.

"Em?"

I shook my head. "Just get me inside. I want to shower." And so we went.

Showering wasn't the greatest of ideas. I had gone straight into the bathroom as soon as I got into the motel room. I had the water running and went to undress…only to find that taking off my shirt hurt too much. I couldn't do it, and there was no way in hell I'd ask the guys to help. Dean would laugh and flirt and things with Sam would just be awkward. I really didn't need that. Instead, I found myself sitting on the floor, crying.

"Em?"

I didn't answer Dean's voice, content with crying and having the water from the shower trying to drown out my sobs.

"Em, come on. I know you're not in the shower. Open the door."

"Fuck you," I called back. Briefly I wondered how absurd it would be just to stay here. I heard him say something to Sam, and then heard a door slam.

"Emma?"

I guessed it was Sam's turn. "Go away."

"Emma, you need to come out. We have to check your back."

He had a point, which made me frustrated. I made my attempts to stand, wincing as I pulled on the bruised muscles. I turned off the shower but didn't leave. Instead, I attempted to lift up my shirt and look at the damage in the mirror. It wasn't pretty.

A large part of my back on the left side was darkened with a rather ugly bruise. Deep purple and yellow. It was really kind of gross.

I looked in the mirror at my own face. My crying had caused my eyeliner to smear. It wasn't pretty either. I did my best to clean my face, make it look like I was at least presentable, and to try and hide the fact I had been crying. It was all really too much.

I opened the door and saw Sam in the kitchen area. He came over.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I snorted.

"Right, stupid question." He looked around and moved towards the couch. "Come on."

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When we were both seated on the couch, and I was facing away from him with part of my shirt up, Dean walked in. I attempted to look over at him, but Sam touched part of my back and I hissed.

"Sorry, I have to check if anything's broken."

"Then hurry the hell up!" I snapped. After a couple minutes of his poking and prodding, he was done, informing me that I was only just bruised. "Lucky me," I muttered, then stood, and fixed my shirt.

I walked over to Dean, where he sat at the table eating one of the burgers that I assumed came from the fast food bag on the table. "You'll be happy to know, as soon as we get back to Bobby's, I'm leaving."

He snorted. "And go where?"

"Anywhere! As long as it's away from you!" I pointed at him, glaring. "You're obviously hazardous to my health, so I'm getting the fuck away!"

"You can barely sit in a car, how do you expect to drive?"

"I'll manage," I forced out, and turned to walk away.

"Don't be a bitch, Emma."

I whirled back around. "Excuse me?" I stalked forwards. "Look, I didn't want to come on this hunt! I told you that! This," I motioned to my back, "is what I'm trying to avoid. You're the one who kidnapped me and brought me. So you know what? Fuck you!" I turned, ignoring him and instead climbed into one of the beds and, once I found a comfortable position, fell asleep more quickly than I thought I could.

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When I woke up, the boys were already moving about. I sat up and attempted to stretch out my back. My muscles were sore and tense, adding the bruises from last night and it wasn't a good mix. Saying a quick good morning, I grabbed my bag and headed into the shower. After a good ten minutes struggling with my shirt, and another twenty in the hot water, I dried off and got dressed. I was putting on eyeliner when someone knocked on the door.

"Yeah?"

"You gonna be in there all day?" Dean's voice called through.

"And if I am?"

I heard him sigh and walk away. I looked back in the mirror, deciding I looked decent enough and walked out. I tossed my bag on the bed and looked at the guys. Sam was on his computer and Dean was on the phone.

"There's breakfast on the table," Sam said, looking over at me.

"Thanks," I called back and started walking over to it as Dean got off the phone. There was a bag on the table, and I looked into it and saw a sandwich in it. I smelt it, recognizing the smell of bacon. I opened it, and was about to eat it when I saw someone else in the room. "Woah!" I called out, "where'd you come from?"

He was standing in the middle of the room, facing the wall by the TV. I noticed he was wearing a trench coat and a suit when he turned and looked at me. His brow furrowed and his head tilted when he answered in a matter of fact tone.

"Wyoming."

I just kind of stared at him. He stared back, his gaze turned slightly worried and alarmed. His stare was another one of those soul searching ones, familiar to the one Anna had. It was kind of creepy. I wondered about the meaning of it when I snapped out of it because Dean spoke.

"Emma, this is Cas. Cas, Emma."

"Cas?" I asked, looking between the two of them.

"Castiel." He took a step towards me. "I am an angel— "

I cut him off. "Right, makes sense. Nice to meet you, I guess."

I turned back to my sandwich and started to eat it, totally eavesdropping on the conversation between Dean and Castiel.

"Who is she?"

"Emma? She's a friend…helped me out of a tight spot a few years ago. Why?"

I heard Castiel's voice lowering.

"Dean, you really don't have time to be fooling around."

I turned quickly to face him, getting the meaning of his words loud and clear. "Woah, wait, what?" I stood to face them. "You can't possibly think I'd sleep with him, do you?" I asked, pointing at Dean and ignoring his 'hey!' "I have standards, thank you very much!"

Dean interrupted anything Castiel was going to say. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh please, I wouldn't be surprised if you had a couple STDs." I heard Sam laughing at his laptop and I ignored Dean's scowl as I looked at Castiel. His head was tilted and he looked rather confused.

"I don't have STDs!"

I looked back at Dean and raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh, suurree…" I drawled out. "Wonder how many girls you've infected over the years. Tell me Dean, is it easy dealing on the road with no health care? Or are you all…itchy." I smirked as Dean was trying to think up a response. "Thought so." I turned back to my sandwich, inwardly laughing in triumph at my win.

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It was silent for a moment and while I couldn't see any of them, I could picture Dean fuming, Sam still laughing and Castiel still in the same confused pose.

"I was unaware anyone was with you."

I could practically feel Castiel's stare on me. I ignored it and continued eavesdropping and eating.

"Who Emma?" He paused. "Oh, well that bitch" he called out loud enough, knowing I was listening in, "got the same carving on her ribs as us."

"How?"

"Anna. She found her after…Oh don't give me that look. I mentioned her to Anna when she was running from you. I didn't know."

There was a pause for a moment.

"She means you harm."

I snorted, not caring if it gave away the fact I had been listening all the time.

"Yeah," he paused, "I know." There was something in Dean's voice that didn't sound like acceptance or humour. I tried not to think about it.

They moved outside after that.

Castiel had left without so much of a goodbye. In fact, while they had gone outside, Dean came back alone. He shared a look with Sam and started grabbing bags to put them in the car. I was happy to get going, though I regretted that thought once I was in the car and had to listen to Dean's music. It wasn't that it was that bad, hell, I liked a lot of it, it was just that it was loud and Dean really couldn't sing along. I wanted to think that it was put up that loud so I couldn't hear anything Dean might have said to Sam. Not that it sounded like they said anything, I wouldn't be surprised if they had mastered some form of non-verbal communication. To be honest though, I think it was that loud so no one could say anything. I was relieved, for while the drive wasn't physically comfortable, at least there wasn't any more fighting. I was beginning to get tired of fighting Dean.

Well that's it and the introduction to Castiel! I hope you enjoyed it! And remember, if there are any interludes you want to see, let me know. TTFN