Sam sighed and paced back and forth across the room. He looked over at Dean, who was holding the sleeping form of a blood-soaked Emily. Dean had a wet cloth and he was trying his best to clear the blood off of her. Sam leaned against the wall and glanced up at his brother a couple times. The look in Dean's eyes Sam had never seen before. He watched as his brother gently brushed away the blood from her face, moving her blood-soaked hair out of her face as well. There was a look of pain in his eyes as he looked down at the girl. Not only was there pain but there was confusion and anger. Finally, after he could take it no longer, Sam pushed himself away from the wall and cleared his throat. "I'm gonna umm… I'm gonna see what I can figure out," Sam said softly. "Ask questions about the family, see if maybe there's someone she would…hurt."
Dean simply nodded, he was obviously too distracted by Emily to really hear what Sam had said. Sam sighed and headed out of the hotel room. When he got to the door Dean finally looked up. "Don't you wreck that car," Dean said. Sam smiled faintly and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. When Sam got outside he noticed the painful pang of an emotion he didn't really understand, jealousy. What was he jealous of? Sam decided to think little of it and he got in the car and pulled away from the hotel.
When Sam was gone Dean looked down at Emily once more. He bit his lip and sighed. She was drenched in blood and he had no idea where it came from. Dean set the girl on the bed, knowing the owners of the hotel would be furious about this. Then Dean stood and walked into the bathroom. He knelt over the side of the tub and turned on the water, waiting for it to fill up. Then Dean walked out of the bathroom and back over to Emily. He picked her up and carried her into the room. Then Dean took off the clothes he had given her last night and sat there for a moment, holding her unconscious form in his arms.
He thought for a while on what would be the best way to do this. Again, as the night before, the fact that she was completely naked meant very little to Dean. That was not usually the case for women and Dean. However he was much more concerned with the blood that covered her body. He didn't want her to wake up and find herself covered in blood it would frighten her. So Dean picked took off his socks and shoes, but that was the extent of his stripping. Then he climbed in the tub, holding her in his arms still and sat down.
Dean still held the cloth he had been using in the other room to rid her of the blood. He set her down in the water and wiped the blood away. After a few moments she was clean once more, though the water had a red tint to it. He stood and climbed out then carried her to the other bed and pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. Dean grabbed some clothes, went into the bathroom and changed before reemerging to find Emily curled up in a fetal position.
She was awake and Dean could see her trembling. He walked over to her, he still hadn't put on the dry shirt but he didn't notice, and sat down next to her. Dean brushed her hair out of her face and looked down at her. "Mornin," he whispered. Dean saw Emily's eyes look up at him. He smiled at her and sighed. "Emily, where did you go last night," he asked softly. She was silent for a long time. "Please tell me."
"Home," she whispered. Her voice was so soft he could barely hear it.
"Home," he asked. He looked down and sighed. Emily closed her eyes and shivered. Dean placed his hand on her back and sighed. "Shh," he whispered. After another few silent moments he spoke again. "Emily what happened when you went home," he asked quietly.
Emily's eyes lowered and she curled up in a ball. Dean almost felt bad for asking but he had to know. "D… da… daddy," she whispered. "He's angry."
Dean looked confused as she spoke. He thought her father was dead. A spirit maybe, that wouldn't explain the blood. Then Dean remembered what the projection of Emily looked like. She was covered in blood. "Emily did your father do this to you," he asked. If her father was a spirit maybe he wanted to recreate the projection he made of Emily. Who's blood she had on her was still a mystery to him.
Emily nodded and looked up at him slowly. "He's angry," she whispered. "N… not safe. He'll come for you."
That caught Dean's attention. Most spirits were bound to the confines of one place. If her father would come for them then maybe he wasn't a spirit. If that was true Sam was in danger. Dean pulled out his cell phone and called Sam. He waited for an answer but there was nothing. "Damn it," he muttered. Then he looked down at Emily. She was so fragile. He didn't understand how she could be so strong at the same time.
Dean bit his lip and stood. "I'll be right outside Emily, all right," he asked quietly. Then Dean stood and walked outside. Once outside he closed the door behind him and did the only other thing he could think of to do. His hands shook as he took the cell phone from his pocket once more. The cursor highlighted over the word "Dad" for a long time before he finally hit sent. After waiting, and getting the same response he got every time he called his father Dean took a deep breath. "Hey Dad," he said in a shaky voice. "Listen uhh, Sammy and I are in North Dakota and umm… well there's this girl and uhh…" Dean paused and swallowed hard. "Well this girl's mom died the same way ours did and umm… I guess her dad didn't take it so well and… What I'm trying to say Dad is that… I don't know how to take care of her. She needs someone like you. I don't know what to do with her and she's…" Dean paused and looked into the window at Emily. "She's different. I can't do this and her father is angry and possibly some kind of spirit or something and I think it might go after Sam and… and I think I'm in over my head here Dad." With that Dean hung up and walked back into the hotel room.
He walked over to the bed and sat down. "You call… ca… called your… your fa… father," she asked softly.
Dean looked at her surprised. "Yeah, how'd… how'd you know," he asked with a slight smile. Dean's voice hadn't been anywhere near loud enough for her to hear. Emily simply smiled. "You heard? How?" She didn't answer again. She really was gifted. Dean wondered if Sam would be like that too. "Yeah, I called my dad. Though, it didn't really do much good." Dean brushed the hair out of her face and smiled at her.
"Sc… scared," she whispered. Emily sat up slowly, holding the blanket up to her. At least this time she was away she had no clothes. Dean finally remembered that and he got up. Dean grabbed her another pair of pants and a t-shirt. She put them on and sat on the edge of the bed next to Dean. She looked over at him slowly and sighed. "Of… of me," she whispered.
"No, no," he said quickly. "I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid for you." Dean sighed and looked down at her as she sat back and hugged her knees to her chest. He got up and got Emily a glass of water then handed it to her. "Here, it'll help," he whispered. He watched Emily take the cup and take a few sips. She smiled at him and took another few sips. Dean sighed and shook his head. "Our mom, Sammy and me, our mom she uhh… she died the same way yours did," he said though she already knew. "Emily, I don't care what your father has told you. You were not in any way responsible for what happened to your mother and brother," he said simply.
Emily stared at him and almost dropped the cup of water that she had, if Dean hadn't of caught it she would have. Tears filled her eyes and slowly fell down her cheek. Dean leaned forward and quickly wiped her tears away. No one had ever told her that it wasn't her fault. These boys were unlike anyone she had met. Though Sam terrified her almost more than her father. There was fire in his eyes.
Dean sighed and bit his lip before taking the cup from her. He gently motioned for her to lie down. "You should get some rest," he whispered. She nodded and curled up in a ball on the bed. She was still so exhausted. Dean could see it in her eyes. Her skin was pale and there were dark circles around her eyes. She shivered a little and Dean pulled the blanket over her head. Only seconds later she was asleep. Dean sighed and walked into the bathroom. He let the water out of the tub and walked over to the sink. Dean leaned against the counter and looked in the broken mirror.
This was taking its toll on him as well. Dean was exhausted both mentally and physically. Dean looked down and ran some water in the sink. He splashed it on his face and sighed. He had to gather his thoughts. He could feel so much anger in him because of what her father did to her. Dean sighed and looked back in the mirror. He was shocked to find a man standing behind him in his reflection. Dean turned quickly and saw the man standing there. He recognized the man from the pictures at Emily's house. It was her father.
"Stay the hell away from my little girl," he said coldly. The man didn't look like any sort of spirit that Dean had seen. He had no signs that he actually died and he didn't even look dead. The man moved to Dean and slammed him against the wall, with his hand at Dean's throat. "You and your stupid little brother, stay the hell away from my baby girl," he commanded.
Dean hated being ordered around, especially by an enemy. Dean struggled to get free but this guy was strong. "Sorry about that Mr. Reynolds," he said with a cocky smile. "I'm afraid I can't do that. I made a promise to your 'baby girl'. I don't go back on my promises," he said though his voice was strained by the time he finished since he couldn't breathe. Brian tightened his grip on Dean's throat and Dean felt himself becoming light-headed. His vision was coming in and out and he could almost feel himself lose consciousness.
"Daddy," a loud shout from the doorway shot through the silence. Brian let go of Dean and dropped his unconscious body to the ground as he turned to his daughter.
"Come on Emily, we're going home." He walked up to his daughter and grabbed Emily's arm. She struggled against him but he was too strong. He dragged her out the door but as he was pulling her away Sam pulled up to the hotel. He jumped out of the car and easily pulled Emily out of Brian's arms. "I'll come back for you Em," he said quickly. "Don't you worry." Then he ran off down the street.
Sam carried the girl back into the room and set her gently on the bed. Then he noticed Dean. "Dean," he shouted. Sam ran into the bathroom and over to Dean. He knelt down beside his brother and checked for a pulse. Luckily there was one. He was breathing too but it was faint. Sam breathed a sigh of relief and turned when he heard a sound behind him. Emily stood in the doorway looking at them. She didn't say anything but there was fear in her eyes. Sam sighed and looked back at her. He stood and walked over to her. "He'll be all right," he said softly.
As soon as he said that, almost on cue Dean began to wake up. "Sammy," he asked before opening his eyes. Dean stood slowly and looked over at them. He could see a red mark on her pale skin from where her father had grabbed her. Dean sighed and shook his head. "Emily, can you go back and lay down I would like to talk to Sammy alone?" Emily nodded and walked back to the bed. Sam walked over to his brother and Dean sighed, leaning against the wall. "I umm… I called Dad," he said simply. "I thought maybe… maybe he could help."
"Did he answer," Sam asked eagerly. His excitement faded quickly when Dean shook his head. Sam nodded slowly showing that he understood. "She'll be okay Dean," he said reassuringly. He still felt those pangs of jealousy and couldn't explain why. He wouldn't say anything to Dean though. He just bottled it up like everything else.