Silence
Chapter Four
"J-jesse if you can hear me," I struggled through my dry throat. I struggled to push myself up against the car. "Please, fight it. I know, it's scary, but damn it if you can hear me fight it."
The demon laughed. "Oh, he can hear you," he chuckled. "And he is fighting. But he's just a normal boring little human," he said like it was the most simple thing he's ever had to explain. "You see, Emery, that's what happens when you run from this life. You can run to any end of the planet, do what ever you can think of to hide yourself. But," he grinned and reached his hand out. I felt a pressure on my throat and a force started to lift me off the ground. "We will always find you."
My fingers grabbed frantically grabbed at my throat to relieve the pressure. I kicked my feet to reach the ground, but it was no use. I silently gasped for breath, but there was no oxygen reaching my lungs. The more I struggled, the faster my vision started turning black. I began to give up. And as I did, I hit the ground, suddenly able to breathe. I took a deep gulp of breath which scraped against my raw throat. I lifted my eyes to where the demon stood, but he wasn't looking at me.
Behind him there was a set of headlights shining directly on us. And I could see two large figures standing next to the open doors, shot guns pointed at Jesse. The demon slowly turned back to me, grinning widely. Then black smoke rose from Jesse's mouth into the sky. When it disappeared, Jesse collapsed.
Sam rushed to me but Dean stopped by Jesse to check for a pulse. Sam kneeled in front of me.
"Are you okay?" he asked eyes glancing me over.
"We have to leave," I answered, my voice scratching against my throat. "Is he alive?" I asked Dean.
"Yeah," he breathed. "But there's probably more coming."
I tried to stand, but my side protested. Sam reached out to help me when I gasped. He helped me towards the Impala.
"Can you help him out of the street?" I asked Dean. He nodded and headed for Jesse as Sam lead me to the Impala. It was a little awkward, because he was so much taller than me. But I clutched around his waist, and he braced my shoulders gently against him to hold most of my weight from my side.
"I forgot how much getting the shit kicked out of you hurts," I laughed lightly.
He nodded in agreement. "Hurts pretty bad," he said helping me sit in the back seat. There were three boxes in the back with me. "We uh. Had to dump some of them in the trunk and leave the boxes. If we didn't, it wouldn't have all fit."
"That's okay," I said forgivingly. "As long as you got it all." I brushed my hands along my jeans and let out a hiss. I turned them over to look at my palms. The sight of blood greeted me. Tiny shards of glass and gravel were embedded into them. "Ow," I said surprised.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Dean said, approaching the car. "Before they come back with friends."
"You going to be okay for the ride?" Sam asked hesitantly.
I nodded. "It's just a couple scrapes and bruises," I said giving him a small smile. He paused before giving me a small okay and closed the door. Dean slid into the drivers seat and Sam joined in the passengers seat a few seconds later. The car started with a roar and we pulled away from the scene as sirens could be heard in the distance.
"Son of a bitch!" I hissed through my teeth as Sam poured peroxide on my shoulder. I clenched my jaw as I heard it start to fizz and dug my fingers into the arms of the chair I was sitting in.
"Sorry," he apologized. "Almost done."
We were in a run down motel a few hours away from the town. Dean wanted to drive the whole way to Bobby's but my bruised body wasn't going to have any of it. I hadn't realized how beaten up I was. My hands were scraped wide open as was my shoulder. I had a gash under my right eye that Sam pulled a piece of glass out of. My left side was already starting to bruise from the impact of the car. My throat was raw from being choked and a shapeless bruise was beginning to form there, too.
After finding this motel, Sam set to work cleaning the cuts. He wrapped my hands after pulling all of the gravel and glass out and almost soaking them in peroxide. I had two butterfly bandages on my cheek, and he was starting to dab off the peroxide on my shoulder now, a pile of clean gauze next to him. I let out a heavy sigh as he cleaned away the stinging fluid. Dean was across the room on the phone with Bobby explaining what happened.
Apparently, right after I had called them, three demons showed up. They fought them off, barely, and had just enough time to get all of the boxes in the car before another group showed up. I asked Sam if the first three people who were possessed made it. He gave me a slight shake of his head. I didn't answer. I wasn't angry at them. They did what they had to do. But because I tried to hide away from everything and get away from hunting, those people were dead. They came after me. It was my fault they were dead.
Dean handed me the phone, breaking my train of thought. I took it from him, lifting it to my ear.
"I'm so sorry kid," Bobby greeted me. "If I had known they were bein' followed I wouldn't of sent 'em."
"It's okay. It's not your fault," I sighed. "I should have known it was going to happen eventually."
"Well, when you get here, we'll look for you another place, closer this time. Make sure it's got enough wards around it that nothin's gonna be able to find you."
"Yeah," I said sullenly.
"You just focus on gettin' better right now," he said with a sigh. "I'm sorry, kid."
I said a quick goodbye and gave Dean the phone. Sam was beginning to wrap my shoulder. Dean hung up the phone and sat with a loud huff on one of the beds.
"Just as soon as I thought it was nice to get a few days off," Dean sighed.
"We both know how often that happens, Dean," Sam answered him, tucking in the bandage. "I'd give you some pain killers if we had any," he said, cleaning up the supplies.
"It's fine," I waved him off. I struggled to my feet, trying to not let a painful groan out. I moved to the edge of the bed opposite to Dean and sat heavily. I hung my head in my bandaged hands and closed my eyes. Sleep sounded glorious, but I could tell both brothers were too tense to sleep. It was well passed three in the morning and my body had long burned off it's supply of adrenaline and energy.
They were silent in their own thoughts as my mind drifted away. I worried about the small town, and if the demons were going to tear it apart looking for me. Hopefully they would realize we weren't stupid enough to stick around and they would leave the town alone. I wasn't sure if I believed in God, but I sent a silent prayer anyway.
I opened my eyes and lifted my head. Dean had made sure to salt the entrances to the room so nothing was getting inside tonight. There were two shot guns leaned against the night stand. When I saw them I gave the brothers an odd look and asked them what in the world a shot gun was going to do to stop any demon. I was almost bemused when they explained that they had come up with packing the shells with rock salt.
"You should get some sleep," Dean spoke up. "You look like you've been run over by a train."
That was all I needed to nod in agreement. I carefully slid up the bed and pulled the blankets back. I was thankful that Sam helped me take off my top shirt that was shredded on the shoulder, leaving me in a black tank top and a pair of sweats that Dean let me borrow, though I had to roll them up quite a bit and cinch the waist tight to keep them from falling off.
I pulled the blankets up to my nose and rolled away from the light and the brothers and sleep over took me.
It was nine before Dean woke me up. I started to sit up, but was met by a wall of bruised muscles and pain.
"D-damn it," I said, rolling over to my stomach. I braced myself against the bed, and started to push myself up, my muscles screaming loud in protest. It almost brought tears to my eyes as I hung my feet off the bed. I really wasn't used to getting the shit beat out of me anymore.
He watched me tensely from the other side of the opposite bed. "Need some help?" he asked. I started to say no, but he rounded the bed and helped me to my feet before I could protest.
"Bathroom, please?" I sighed.
"Sure thing pipsqueak," Dean grinned at me, using his favorite nickname for me when we were younger.
"If I wasn't in so much pain, I'd punch you," I said through grit teeth as he helped me towards the bathroom. I snatched my jeans up off the back of a chair as we passed it.
"Rain check?" he grinned again, closing the bathroom door behind me.
I glared at the door for a moment then turned my eyes to the reflection staring back at me. I took a step back, eye wide. The cut on my face was red and puffy, and I could feel where the butterfly bandages were tugging at the skin. My neck was purple and a sickly yellow color. I swallowed, testing my throat. Thankfully it wasn't painful. I slowly turned and lifted up the left side of my tank top carefully to not pull at my already tender muscles. My side matched the colors of my neck, the purple and yellow twining together in some darker places but fading in others. I put my shirt down gently over the bruise and rested my hands there. I was in pain, but I was lucky.
That demon was planning on doing a lot more to me than just suffocate me. I felt my blood start to boil. Jesse. That demon was possessing Jesse. I didn't know Jesse well, but I knew enough to call him a friend. When I first showed up at the town, Bobby was helping me find a job and stuck around for a few days. One night, Bobby called me and told me to get down to the bar as fast as I could. Thinking he was in trouble, I high tailed it for the bar, barely remembering where it was.
I burst into the bar, breathing hard and stared at Bobby blankly when I saw him laughing at the counter with a slightly larger dark haired man chucking with him. I stomped up to him and tapped him on the shoulder roughly. Bobby greeted me and introduced me to the bartender. Jesse invited me to have a seat and a drink on the house. After a few minutes of coaxing conversation out of me he nodded.
"You're hired." Bobby clapped me on the shoulder with a congratulations. He had hit it off with the bartender and asked if they were hiring. When Jesse shrugged and said: "Maybe. Depends on if I like them or not" Bobby called me immediately. He knew the only way to get me out of the house was to seem like he was in trouble.
Later on Jesse told me that when he saw me burst in through the doors completely frazzled, hair a mess and frizzy, dark bags under my eyes, crumpled clothes, and wrinkles from a permanent frown, he almost didn't hire me. I looked like a walking train wreck with a load of emotional baggage to drop off. But when he saw me march straight up to Bobby, almost knocking a few people over and brushing passed the rude comments in return, his opinion began to waver. But when I grudgingly sat in the stool and gave half-hearted replies to his questions he changed his mind completely.
He told me all he saw after that was a lost soul that just needed a place to call home.
I remember when he told me that, I nearly dropped the rack of cups I was holding. When he said that something stirred inside me. He figured me out in just a few minutes when it took someone else to tell me what I was feeling before I could understand it.
And all I knew about him was that he was married, and had two daughters with his wife who were all gorgeous. He had a mortgage that he complained about every seventh of the month, a car payment, student loans from a masters degree in psychology he never used, and other bills he hated paying. He had a dog that was as big as me that drooled everywhere. The basic, fundamental things. That's all I knew.
I also knew that if I hadn't come around, he'd still be living his normal life. He wouldn't have been possessed. He would have never known what it was like for his body to be completely taken over by another malicious being. He wouldn't have to know that fear. My mind traveled to his family. My heart almost pounded out of my chest with how hard my blood was pumping. I had no way of knowing what that thing did to his family and he had to watch helplessly.
Sam had a firm hold on my wrist. I froze, blinking at him. My rage immediately came to a simmer. I glanced at the movement behind him to see Dean standing in the doorway, eyebrows raised. In the corner of my eye, I saw a trickle of blood. My eyes followed it up to my knuckles. Then my attention was drawn to the shattered mirror that covered the counter and the floor.
"Emery.." Sam said gently. "What are you doing?"
"I-...I don't.." I glanced up at him. "I don't remember."
"What do you mean you don't remember? You let out a blood curdling scream, that I never in my life want to hear again in my life by the way, and then there was just a loud shatter," Dean said crossing his arms.
"Dean," Sam started giving him a hard stare. "Let's just give her a minute to get dressed." He gave me a glance and let my wrist fall to my side. He pushed Dean out of the doorway and pulled the door shut with a little difficulty. I could see where it had been kicked in. I stood in the bathroom staring blankly at the glass sparking small reflections back at me. What had I done?
I was sitting in the backseat of the Impala. Besides the radio playing in the background of Dean's horrible choice in music, everyone was completely silent. I watched the scenery flash by the windows. I could feel Dean's eyes on me through the rear view mirror. Back in the motel when I left the bathroom, Dean wasn't in the room. He was loading the car, ready to leave.
Sam didn't say anything to me about the broken mirror. He just handed me a plaid shirt to pull over my tank top with a tight smile. I pulled it on and stared at my feet as I followed him out of the room.
We were just over halfway through the drive to Bobby's. The tension was so thick it was almost suffocating. I shifted lower in the seat. I felt eyes on me again and I turned my head to meet his stare head on.
"Yes?" I asked irritably. He shifted his eyes back to the road clenching his jaw. "You have something you want to say to me?" I pressed sitting up. "Because if you do, just say it."
"How can you just 'not remember' breaking an entire wall length mirror?" Dean asked, his eyes flashing.
"Because I don't," I snapped. "I don't remember. It just went black."
"Guys.." Sam said carefully. "Could we not do this right now?"
"If he's got something to say then he just needs to say it," I said, trying not to snap at Sam. "Not sit on it like he's got a stick up his ass acting like he has some entitlement because he sold his soul and we have to be nice to him then not call him out on his shit."
"Excuse me?" he snapped. He jerked the wheel over to the side of the highway. He threw the car in park. He twisted around to look at me. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me, jackass," I spat at him. "I don't know what the fuck your problem is, but you have no right to be angry. I don't remember what happened. I blacked out."
"Stop, seriously," Sam tried to interject when Dean got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. I followed quickly, my blood beginning to bubble under my skin. Sam was right behind me as Dean rounded the car.
"I'm sorry, who asked you to come along?" he asked, inches away from me. "I can be angry at whatever I want."
"I'm sorry," I mimicked. "Who showed up at my door step begging for help? And because I decided to be nice, and help you out because we used to be friends an entire town was exposed to who knows how many countless demons, simply because you couldn't take the time to figure out you were being followed. Now hundreds of innocent people are probably in danger because of your mistake! You put their lives, and my life in danger, knowing who I am and who Iben was, knowing that you let God know's how many demons out of Hell and you led them right to my fucking doorstep!" He stepped back as my voice reached it's belting volume. "So no, you can't be angry at me because it wouldn't have happened if you had just taken not even a day to make sure you weren't being followed! I don't remember what happened, Dean! If I did I would tell you! And if you don't fucking like it, leave me here, I'll walk to town my damn self and have Bobby come and get me!"
"Stop!" Sam shouted stepping in between us and pushing us apart. Dean looked like he had lost some of his fight, but I was on a roll. I bit my tongue trying to respect what Sam was telling me to do. "Both of you just shut up and get in the car!" I glared at Dean until he moved, and he scowled in return. He started to move for the drivers seat, but Sam grabbed him by the shoulder. "I'm driving." Dean almost argued, but stopped when he saw how serious Sam was. He clenched his jaw and shoved the keys at Sam and sat in the passengers seat.
I grudgingly got back into the backseat but slid to the middle so I wouldn't have to resist the urge to strangle Dean with his seatbelt. Sam rounded the car in four long steps and started the engine with a roar. I glared at the back of Dean's head for the rest of the ride to Bobby's.
And this is why two hotheads should not be in the same confined space for too long..
Sorry about the delay in the update! I've had alot going on that I needed to take care of and to top everything off, I got hurt at work yesterday. Which is a good and bad thing. I can't work until atleast Wednesday and I have to stay off my feet because it was my foot that got hurt, so I have to wobble around on crutches and a boot. But that means I get to sit at home and not do anything all day except write. So it's a bitter sweet kinda thing haha.
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