Chapter 3
I had not slept at all last night. To put it blank it beyond sucked. I was currently waiting outside the front gate for Sam and Dean to come and get me. My eyes were getting more and more droopy the longer I sat on the cold hard earth. I knew that in about thirty more minutes they would be in the closed position. Sam had texted me five minutes before and let me know they were ten minutes away. A bittersweet feeling hung in my gut, I would get to be reaquianted with my brothers but I was also loosing the family that I made here temporalily. The Impala was idling in front of me before I knew, the sound of the engine was like a old song that I grew up to. Dean sat in the driver seat, a grumpy look dawned his features. Sam carefully untangeled himself from the passenger seat, and got my luggage into the deep trunk. "Hey Em." He said, embracing me in a hug, towering over my 5 ft 1 in frame. "Hey Sammy I missed you." I mumbled into his jacket which smelled of familiar cheap motel soap and gun powder. "Come on, we better hit the road." Sam said, a sheepish look in his eye. "Of course." I replied, opening up the back door of the Impala. It squealed, a protest under its sudden use of being used. Fast food wrappers adorned the backseat and floor, it was probably from Dean being to lazy to start a trash bag when they were outta reach of a trash can. It suprised me by how much he adores his car that he didn't clean it up more often. "Hi Dean, long time no see." I said to the back of his head, a empty feeling settled into the pit of my stomach. "Mmm, buckle up." Came his reply, steering the Impala back to the main road. "Jules." Sam said, turning around in his seat, putting a comforting hand on my head. "It's fine, I didn't sleep at all last night. So, mind if I check up on my sleep now?" I asked, trying to mask the hurt I was feeling deep inside. Sam nodded his head, turning back around to place his attention on the radio. Which was blasting the metal that he despised. I layed down on the leather seat, childhood memories flooded back, as a tried to fight back the tears that ran down my face. The fire brought white searing pain all around me, I was holding my stomach where I was stabbed just minutes earlier. "Sa-Sammy, Dean?" I called out, the blood trickeling through my fingers, I tightened my hold on the wound. "They're not here to to help you now sweetheart." Came a voice beyond the fire. "Wh-wh-who are you?" I stammered, placing myself in a sitting position. I was propped up against the cement wall behind me, the icy coldness was refreshing to me. "Don't you remember me?" A pair of yellow eyes, met mine. My stomach felt like it was being pulled inside out. A scream of agnoy erupted from me, like a soda that was shook to the point of exploding. "Ems, Ems wake up. Emma." Deans voice I heard in the distance. "Come on babe open your eyes." It said, I willed myself to open my eyes. To satisfy what he was asking of me, but they stayed sealed shut. "Just try a little harder for me." The voice begged. My eyes fluttered open, gazing upon a distressed looking Dean and a worried Sam. "Dean." I whispered throwing myself into his arms, as sobbs flooded from my body. "Shh, I got you I got you." He whispered into my hair, rocking me ever so gently back and forth. I knew than and there that I was going to do anything and everything I was capiable of to keep Dean from dying.
Authors Note: Please leave feedback, i am getting discouraged and if i don't get any feedback i will stop writing this story. thank you, emily.
