The Adventures of Emma Davis

Part Two: Of Angels and Awkwardness

Chapter Seven: Boxes and Bags

Notes: Alright, so the next chapter is up. I know, some of you are tired of Emma yelling all the time. She starts to get better here. Part Two is all about Emma needing to and actually growing up. Anyways, thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favourited or put this on an alert. I'm glad you like it. Also, thank you to Lisa and Carly, my muses and betas.

After a slightly awkward car ride, we finally arrived at Bobby's. I had spent the entire car ride trying to figure out why I was so snappish to Dean, and no one else. No one else irritated me like Dean did. I wondered if our personalities just clashed but by the end of it I had come up with an answer I wasn't sure I liked. So, I ignored it and resolved to try and be a bit…less snappish at least. So when we got out of the car, and Dean had opened the trunk and refused to give me my bag, I scowled for a moment before sighing, and said thanks. I had to remember that I wasn't the only one under a lot of stress.

When I went up to my room, I noticed the extra bags again. Curious, I stepped towards them and looked to see what was in them. Everything a female could use while travelling, and in fact did use. I wondered whose stuff it could be, when I remembered Bobby telling me about the two people who had died. Ellen and her daughter Jo. I looked back at the bags; the boys obviously had forgotten they were in here. "Fuck," I muttered.

I really didn't want to go downstairs and ask the guys what they wanted to do with the bags. It would bring up way too much memories and hurt, but I knew from experience if you just left it and found it later…it hurt more. So, rather reluctantly, I went downstairs and found the guys all together. That was handy.

"Hey guys?"

They all looked at me. I really wasn't sure how to phrase my question, so I just went with it. "There's a couple of bags in my room…female stuff and all." I watched as recognition and pain entered their eyes. "Look, I don't know what you want done with them, but you really shouldn't leave it. If you can't then I will. At least let me pack them up for you, so that you can choose when you want to go through them rather than just stumbling over them."

They looked at each other before Bobby spoke.

"There are some boxes in the attic."

I nodded and walked away, wondering briefly how I even get into the attic. I didn't want to go back and ask though, so I figured I'd guess. Luckily, it wasn't that hard. I found a pull for part of the ceiling to come down and stairs to fall. I walked up them, sneezing a bit at the dust and looked around. I had never known much about Bobby, but I kind of always assumed he had been single. The attic proved that wasn't the case.
I had to search for an empty box and in my search, found pictures and more feminine clothes. Pictures of a woman and Bobby. The back of one of the pictures informed me that it was his wife. Feeling as if I had stumbled onto something private, I moved faster and found the boxes.

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I walked back to my room and was in the process of opening the boxes to get stuff ready when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I yelped and jumped back, instead just falling on my ass. I scuttled away from it.

The door opened and Dean stood in the doorway. "What happened?"

I blinked at him, kind of surprised that he had gotten here so fast when I barely even screamed. "Nothing, it was just a spider."

He stared at me. "A spider?"

I blushed. "Shut up. Spiders freak me out."

He laughed and looked over to where the spider had crawled out of the box and up the wall. He used his hand to squish the spider and I scrunched up my nose. He started to walk towards me.

My eyes widened. "Don't you dare!"

He laughed and wiped his hands on his jeans.

"Ew…" I muttered. I looked up at him, "well, thanks for killing the spider, I guess."

He was staring at me again, smirking. His smirk still made me want to throw something at him.

"So," I said, "you can go now. I have work to do." I motioned around me at the boxes and bags.

His smirk fell. "Right, thanks." And he just left.

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I got to work. I had originally planned to just toss the bags into the boxes, but decided that that was kind of disrespectful to the previous owners. Instead, I took everything out of the bags took my time with the process. I didn't know the people, but they were hunters. They helped save the world, in a sense.

I started with one of the bags and found clothes similar to the style of Dean and Bobby. I smiled softly, folding the clothes carefully. The jeans had stains on them and the bag itself smelt faintly of ash. Once I had finished with the clothes in the one bag, I removed the rest. There were some care products like a brush and deodorant but nothing really stood out. She seemed like a sensible woman, only carrying what she needed to. I moved on to the next bag and the next box.

This one was a bit larger. The first thing I pulled out were jeans. They were smaller than the last bag, which left me with the impression that this bag was the daughters. I went through the clothes slowly, making sure I folded them neatly. I was surprised though, when I pulled out a little black dress. I laughed a bit, especially since I rummaged a bit and pulled out heels that went with them. I let out a low whistle.

"Well well," I said softly. "Wonder if she got all dressed up for Dean."

I forced myself to not think about it and instead attempted to put the dress in the box. I sighed wistfully when I had to fold it. I kept the shoes to be put in last.

The rest of the clothes were simple, yet tasteful. When they were done, I found she had more care products than her mother. It made sense to me, and I smiled as I put away the brush, the hair ties, the deodorant, the shower gel….

I thought I had finished, once the last of the extra stuff was in, but instead found a shirt at the bottom of her bag. When I pulled it out, a book fell from it.

I put the shirt down and went for the book. As I picked it up, a picture fell from it.

I picked it up and looked at it. A woman, a man and a young girl all smiled from it. The picture itself was torn a bit, and looked worn. They looked happy.

I smiled, thinking back on my own family and I slipped it back in the book. It turned out to be a journal. I debated with myself. I didn't want to invade the privacy of a girl, especially if she was dead. But my curiosity was strong. I flipped through it and came to the last page, slightly eager to get a glimpse into the mind of a girl who meant so much to the guys downstairs.

We're going after Lucifer. Days like this, I wish my dad were still here.

At Bobby's now. Mom, Bobby, Dean and Sam are all downstairs still. I needed some time. Dean asked me if I wanted to sleep with him. Some end of the world drabble…but things with Dean…We could never just have a fling and I refuse to go into this fight with all that baggage added. Plus, agreeing to it would be like agreeing that the world was ending tomorrow. I refuse to believe that too.

I wasn't sure how long I sat there. It shouldn't have ended there for her. I took a breath, trying to process everything that I just read. I placed the book next to the shoes. Instead, lifting up the shirt I had left in favor for the book. I was a large men's plaid shirt. I tried to swallow back the lump in my throat, realizing that this must have been something of her dads. It was years before I let my mom throw anything of my fathers out. I folded it up carefully and placed it in the box. Then, I put in the journal and on top of that the shoes. I closed the box and sat back.

I felt connected to these women who I had never known. They were obviously brave. Taking care of a person's things, even if it's not much, after their death, always left you connected. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths before I labelled the boxes.

When I finished, I brought the boxes to the attic.

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