The Adventures of Emma Davis
Part Two: Of Angels and Apocalypses
Chapter 9: "Does that usually happen?"
Notes: This is the second last chapter of Part Two. I know, it's sad. Thank you to everyone who has been reviewing and favouriting and putting this, and me, on alerts. I'm glad you all like it. Enjoy!
Forget house arrest. That lasted about a day. Even though they had said they wanted to protect me, I found myself back in the Impala.
"So," I started, still a little bit confused about the entire situation. "Why am I here again?"
Dean sighed. "We're going on a hunt."
"Yeah, about that. Remember the last hunt? Why couldn't I just stay at Bobby's?"
The boys shared a look and I leaned forward.
"We were going to leave you but…" Sam paused for a moment and Dean interrupted whatever it was that he was going to say.
"Bobby kicked us out."
I blinked, not expecting that. "What?"
"He hasn't been the same after…well, the accident." Sam explained. Accident was putting it lightly. "Bobby…suggested taking you. He apparently didn't want to hear any of us arguing or moping."
The way he suggested it made me think Bobby did less suggesting and more demanding. I felt a little insulted. I didn't mope. I couldn't really deny the arguing part, but I didn't mope.
Dean turned on the radio and Sam sat back in his seat, looking out the window.
"So," I started, attempting to make conversation in order to stop Dean from reaching for the volume to the music.
.
My attempt sucked and a few minutes later, I was babbling. About angels of all things.
"Right so if there's like twenty million demons out there, how come you don't hear about twenty million angels? What, do they just hide? Are they outnumbered?"
The guys were silent.
"You guys should know, aren't you people friends with angels?" I asked, looking at both of them. "I mean, I met two so far, both who know me because of you."
"Yeah well, the other angels are douche-bags." Dean said, looking back at me through the rear view mirror.
"Huh?" Clearly, I was eloquent when I was confused.
"You sure you didn't hit your head on that tombstone?" Dean asked, his voice filled with snark.
"I didn't hit my head." I snapped.
"The angels are the ones who let the apocalypse happen, Emma," Sam said, his brows furrowing a bit as he looked between Dean and I.
"Oh!" I remembered the story of just how the boys had started the apocalypse. Right, they had mentioned angels. "That makes sense…" I muttered.
Sam turned to look at me for a moment and I swore I heard Dean sigh.
A few minutes later, and further into the conversation, I was confused again.
"Wait," I asked, "what?"
They shared a look again. I was beginning to hate it when they did that. I seriously felt like I was missing something here.
"They can read thoughts." Sam said.
Well, that was new. "What?"
"They can see into you. Not just what you're thinking, but things you know, things you've lived."
"That explains why their stare is so creepy." I muttered. "And sort of why Anna came to me. But why would she think I was so important I needed to be hidden?" I mused, missing the look Sam threw at Dean and Dean's grip on the steering wheel tightening.
"I'm not going to get injured this time, am I?" I asked suddenly as the thought came to me.
"No." They both said at the same time.
"We won't let that happen." Dean said after a pause.
"What? Do I just hang out in the motel room?" I asked. I saw both of them tense a bit, as if they were expecting me to snap. "Ok." I said, leaning back on the seat.
"Ok?" Dean asked, looking back at me. "What do you mean ok?"
"I mean ok. Why the hell would I want to go hunting with you when the last time you dragged me out I took a lesson in flying and landed on a tombstone."
That ended the conversation.
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We pulled into a motel. Sam got out of the car to grab the bags while Dean went to the motel office to get a room. I stayed where I was.
I rolled down the window so I could speak with the brothers, or at least Sam who was still waiting for Dean. "So, what are we looking for?" I asked.
"Men have gone missing down a strip of road near here. We think it's a woman in white." He answered.
"A what?"
"A woman in white." Dean said, appearing by the car door. "Come on, let's get our shit in a room."
I waited in the car, leaning on the window with my head propped up on my crossed arms. It took a few minutes before the guys came back out, this time dressed in suits. Damn, it was a good view.
"Well?" I asked.
"A woman in white is a woman scorned. They usually haunt highways, killing men who are unfaithful. The last one we saw killed her children and then herself once she found out her husband cheated on her."
"Huh." I said, thinking over Sam's explanation. "So, which room is ours?" I asked, moving to get out of the car. Before I could reach the handle, the car was moving. "Hey! I thought I was waiting in the motel!"
"You will. When we hunt the thing. It's research, you're safer with us." Dean's voice had a tone of finality to it. I felt like sticking out my tongue at him, but didn't. Instead, I found myself pouting. Once I realised that, I stopped and looked out the window as we drove away from the motel.
I was bored again. Sam and Dean were in the police station, getting information about the missing persons. I was trying to stretch out my back a bit. The boys had told me, on the way to the station, that I was to stay in the car. I was to keep out of harms way, which shouldn't be hard considering the apparent ghost only harmed men. At least, that was what I was hoping. Luck so far wasn't really in my favour.
The guys came back and luckily, this time, I wasn't currently being almost hit on by some stranger who saw me sitting in a car.
"So…?" I asked, sitting up from where I was laying on the back seat.
"We're just going to talk to some of the victims families."
"Mmk," I said, lying back down on the seat. My seatbelt was still buckled and it kept me from flying off the seat. "Woah!" I yelled out to Dean. "Drive like a sane person, will you?" I sat up quickly.
"My car darling, my rules." He said, smirking back at me in the mirror.
"Asshole," I muttered.
.
It turned out, that none of the men had been unfaithful. At least, not to anyone who knew them. Some of them weren't even from the area. At least one of the men gone missing had been from another country, a few others from out of state. As Dean said, it was "weird."
We were heading back to the motel when the boys decided it would be a bright idea to just drive along the highway. Apparently, it was "on the way anyway". I should have stayed at the motel.
We were driving when Sam pointed something out. "Hey," he said, "there!" The car stopped and we looked to where Sam was pointing. A woman was walking in the field, touching a tree lightly as she kept looking back at the car. I assumed, unless she had suddenly turned gay, at the guys.
The guys were out of the car before I could react. I jumped out after them. "Hey!" I called out. "Wait a minute, wasn't she the one who was killing men! Snap out of it morons!"
I winced as the muscles in my back pulled but ran in front of Dean. He had his shotgun in his hand, so I guessed he wasn't totally lost. I slapped him.
His eyes focused on me. "What the hell!?"
"Excuse me?" I snapped. "What happened to the 'only going to drive by'!?"
I felt Dean's hand grab me and pull me behind him. Sam was pointing another gun at the woman who appeared behind me. She didn't look much like a woman anymore. I was at a loss to describe her. She seemed to be shifting from the beautiful woman into something with one animal leg, one…gold-ish looking leg and her face seemed to be change so quickly from flames to something that looked like a donkey only to remain longest on the form of the woman. She also kind of clunked as she walked towards us.
"You are one ugly bitch." I heard Dean say.
The thing, which once looked like a woman, looked at Dean suddenly and screamed some high-pitched scream that had me covering my ears. I blinked as I watched it run away.
I moved my hands from my ears. "Er…does that usually happen?" I asked, looking at Dean and Sam, who appeared to be staring off at the figure in shock. "Guess not," I muttered.
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