The Adventures of Emma Davis
Part Four: Dead Men and Demons
Chapter 1: A Broken Circle of Salt
Notes: I know. This is what you've been waiting for. There are still minor adjustments to be made, and it takes place in the season airing now...but I couldn't put off posting it. So, it'll be technically AU since it doesnt fill any of the holes yet in the season. Enjoy!
"Dean?" Sam asked from the seat next to him. "Dean, if…"
"Stop it, Sammy." Dean said in his usual gravelly tone.
Sam gave a sigh and leaned back in the seat.
Dean ignored the sound. They had gone to the town where she had been when he had called. It was practically a ghost town now. She wasn't there though. They came in and searched and searched and there was no sign of her. No sign of her car.
They drove out of town. There was a chance she was still alive, after all her car wasn't there. He held on to that. He knew she could be dead, that her car could be one of the wrecks that they had seen, or it could have been stolen. It was a nice car after all.
They were a few miles down the road, away from the town, when something came into view at the side of the road. As they drove closer, it became more recognizable.
"Dean…" Sam pointed ahead; Dean leaned forward over the wheel and squinted.
"No way," Dean said as he started at the car as they passed it. A woman sat on the hood of the car. Dean pulled the Impala to the side of the road and got out of the car. Sam followed.
Dean stopped for a moment, not believing what he saw. Around the car was a broken circle of salt.
"Emma?" He called out, hoping.
The girl looked up and he saw the streaks of makeup left on her cheeks from crying. She gave a small laugh.
"Of course, you two. It's always you two."
Dean stepped closer. It was her. She was okay.
"The car's dead." She said, giving a small hiccup.
He didn't care. She was alive. He moved closer and she started talking more.
"Dean," Sam said softly, "look."
Dean looked to where Sam was pointing and saw an almost empty bottle of whisky. That explained a few things. Especially considering Emma wasn't a big drinker.
"...I broke up with Kyle because of you. I'm here because of you; hell I almost got blown up because of you! And you Dean, you suck. You give me a two second warning before the town nearly blows up? I thought you were dead." Her voice went quiet on the last sentence. She shook her head and then stopped, swaying a bit on the hood of the car.
Dean moved closer. He had to be sure. He unscrewed the flask that was in his jacket pocket and splashed the water in her.
She blinked up at him for a moment, before wiping her face with her hands and shaking them out. "Was that reallllly necessary?" She asked. If she wasn't drunk she probably would have hit him.
"Yeah," Dean said and Sam handed him a knife. "Here, hold this."
He handed her the knife and watched carefully as she put down the whisky and held the knife with both hands. The silver did nothing to her.
Dean stood up and went to check out the car. He sighed for a moment, before calling out to her. "You're out of gas."
He walked back and watched as she turned to glare at him.
"Well excuse me; do you see a gas station near here? No. And I wasn't about to walk to a town when the last town I was in almost blew up!"
She moved to get off the car but stumbled once her feet hit the ground.
Dean moved forwards but Sam caught her first.
"Emma, how long have you been here?" Sam asked, looking down at her concerned and taking the knife.
She shrugged, "Dunno, couple days?" She tried to push him away but ended up stumbling again.
"Have you only been drinking whisky?" Sam asked, incredulously.
She frowned and pouted a bit. "Nothing else here." She looked up at Sam then. "I was really hungry."
Dean and Sam shared a look before Sam tried to lead her to the Impala.
She dug in her feet though. "No way Jose," she swayed a bit again. "I ain't going without the car."
Dean moved forwards and wrapped an arm around her waist. She was real. "Sam will go get some gas," he said, throwing both the keys to the Impala and a look, over to his brother. "You just sit tight." He brought her to the hood of her car and made her sit on it. Dean sat next to Emma, and she leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"I missed you," she muttered and Dean found himself tightening his grip on her.
He watched her eyes close. "Me too," he muttered and waited for Sam to return.
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