The Adventures of Emma Davis

Part 4: Dead Men and Demons

Chapter 3: Going Home

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After I ate, I slept and when I finally woke up, both Sam and Dean were still in the room.
My headache was mostly gone but I was still fairly groggy.
"What day is it?" I asked, sitting up.
"Thursday." Dean answered, looking up from where he was cleaning guns.
I sat there for a few minutes, trying to process everything that had happened. I lost my cell phone in the blast. My car was outside. I had run out of gas not far out of town and I sat there for days drinking only whiskey until the guys had found me. Oh god.
I fell back in the bed, groaning. No wonder I felt terrible. I gave a sigh and a sudden thought occurred to me.
"Can I use this phone to check my cell messages?"
They gave me a look that clearly said they thought I was an idiot.
I sighed. "It'd be long distance…"
They nodded and I grabbed the phone and dialled for my messages. Once I got through, I found I had about six. Most of them from my mother and one of them from Irene (Ernie's wife who liked to check in on me). My mother was slightly frantic by the fifth message saying I never waited that long to call her back. I deleted the messages and sighed. I'd have to call her. After a deep breath I dialled.
"Hello?"
I sighed, regretting making this call already. "Hi mom."
"Emma Davis, where in the world are you?"
I cringed at her tone. She was not happy with me. "Sorry for not calling earlier…I kind of lost my cell phone."
I then had to explain just how I lost my cell phone. My mother insisted I return to Penticton and see her. I was tempted to, but told her that currently I was with Dean and Sam and wasn't quite in driving condition.
"Give them the phone."
"What?"
"I would like to speak to them Emma, give them the phone." I looked at the phone warily. "Hold on…" I looked at the guys. "My mother wants to talk to you."
If I wasn't confused and more than a little nervous about my mother wanting to talk to the boys, I would have found the guy's expressions amusing.
They fought for a moment before Dean was forced forwards and he grabbed the phone.
"Hello?"
I only heard one half of the conversation.
"I'm Dean. Yeah, we found her. Bit dehydrated but alright." He looked at me then. "You don't have to worry about that." He paused for a moment. "Uh, I don't know...yes ma'am. No, we will. Here she is, nice to speak to you too."
I was surprised at how different Dean sounded on the phone to my mom. He handed the receiver back to me.
"Hello?"
"I expect you to relax and take care. Don't over stress yourself."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry mom. I'm 24 years old I think I can take care of myself."
I could tell she was about to comment on something about the way I was living my life so I interrupted whatever it was she was going to say. "Look, I've got to go. We're going to grab some food. I'll be sure to call you when I get a new phone."
"You do that. Be careful."
"I will," I said, hoping I could end this conversation before anything else happened. "Love you."
"Love you too."
I hung up and looked at Dean who was still staring at me. "Well, that was fun."

We had stayed at the motel for another day. One of the guys usually brought food, and by the end of the second day, I felt like my usual self. The headache was gone and I was less dehydrated than I had been. Sam kept giving me water, whether or not I was thirsty.
I was coming out of the bathroom, drying my hair with one of the towels when Dean actually spoke to me. He had been ignoring me for most of the time I had been in the motel with them.
"Pack your things. We're leaving."
I stopped drying my hair. "Where are we going?"
"We're taking you home."
I really did pause then. "Excuse me?" I was lucky I got dressed in the bathroom, I had a sense that this was going to escalate into a fight and it would have been terribly awkward to do so in only a towel. "If you want me gone, just say so. I'll leave myself."
"You're going home."
I clenched my jaw. "Then I'll go home alone."
"Don't be stupid Emma, you're not going alone. I told your mother I'd take you home, I'm taking you home."
I made some noise in my throat and turned back and went into the bathroom. I slammed the door. If he was so adamant about taking me, then I'd leave in the night. I did it before, I could do it again.

I waited until the boys were asleep. It had taken a long time, but I could be patient. It was about three in the morning when I got out of the bed, moving slowly so that I wouldn't make any noise that would wake either Sam or Dean. I grabbed my bag and was heading to the door when a voice called out.
"Go back to bed Emma."
I jumped and held my hand to my chest as my heart pounded. I whirled around to find Dean sitting up on the couch staring at me.
"Don't do that!" I whispered furiously at him. He just stared at me. "Why are you awake?" I asked.
He gave me a look. "I may be slow sometimes, but I do learn."
I didn't really have anything to say to that.
"Go back to sleep. We're leaving early."
I looked back at the door, almost longingly. If I could reach it before Dean moved, then I could get away from all of this.
"You won't make it."
I looked back at him. He was prepared to stand. I believed him, he could move fast if he wanted to. I sighed. "Fine."
Dean watched me until I was back in bed and I could feel his stare on me until I fell asleep.

"This is ridiculous!" I said, glaring at Dean. Sam was standing by my car looking at us a bit awkwardly. I felt sorry for him since he was kind of dragged into this.
"Get in the car Emma." Dean said, exasperated.
"No! Why can't I drive my own car?"
"Because I don't trust you to not drive off! Sam will drive your car to Bobby's, then we're going to Penticton, now get in the car."
I'd have to spend hours with Dean alone and it would either be a fight or awkward silence. I wasn't looking forward to it. I tried to give Sam a pleading look, to ask him to help me out of this without saying anything. It didn't work.
I looked at Dean who got into the Impala. I sighed as Sam started my car and I walked over to the passenger side. I paused at the door. I hoped we both got through this alive.
I had an idea then. I moved and instead of the passengers seat, I got into the back.
"What are you doing?"
I gave a smug grin to the front. "If you're going to treat me like a prisoner, I'm going to act like one. Let's go Jeeves!"
He gave me a dark look and muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" I asked. He didn't answer, instead he started the car and drove.

I got bored in the backseat. It didn't take long before I was climbing into the front seat, which was a bit awkward to do. Dean yelled at me for stepping on his precious Impala cushions, but I ignored him.
"So!" I said, trying to ignore the tension that had been with us from the start. "How'd you know the town was going to blow?"
He was silent for a moment, looking at me quickly before turning his eyes back on the road. "A demon told me."
"And you take the words of a demon?"
He didn't even look at me, like I had expected. "She was trying to goad me. Another town I couldn't save."
We were silent after that. I didn't know what to say and Dean just turned up the music.
The silence felt like it was pressing on me, or maybe it was the fact that I knew Dean had lied to Sam about me. He wasn't talking about it and I didn't really want to talk about it, so it was pressing on us. Sam was probably glad not to be in this car. Pour Some Sugar on Me started playing on the radio. Before I could get into the song, Dean skipped it.
"Hey! What was that for?"
He merely looked at me. I fell silent. I remembered that part of the night pretty well all things considering. We sat in silence for a bit longer before I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I spoke before I could stop myself.
"I'm sorry, ok?" I said, not really looking at him. "I'm sorry! It killed me when I left like that."
He still didn't look at me. "Then why did you?" He didn't sound happy.
"Things were crazy and intense and I don't know!" I turned towards him, my voice getting louder. "I wasn't thinking! I'm not a one night stand and I…I didn't think it would be something you of all people would want!"
"You don't know what I want!" He yelled back at me.
I turned back to the front and we both sat in silence again. It was even more awkward now. He was right though. I never did ask him, never questioned it, I just assumed.
We didn't speak for the rest of the drive.

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