Dead Men and Demons
Chapter 4: Crossing Borders

Notes: Sorry for the delay. Trust me when I say that I've been out of commission with injury, injury, sickness, more sickness for the past month, almost two months. It's been crazy. Enjoy the chapter!

I fell asleep in the car. I didn't really want to but I pretended to sleep in the silence and actually did. When I woke up, we were at Bobby's.
I woke up in the car; Dean had already gotten out and was talking to Sam who parked in front of us.
I got out and stretched. While I had plenty of practice, riding in a car for hours wasn't that comfortable. I watched Dean walk into the house and Sam turned towards me.
"We're spending the night here. We'll leave in the morning."
I nodded and Sam walked towards the house. I stayed outside.
I didn't really want to go in and Dean and I needed space. Especially if we were going to spend the next two days in a car with Sam.
I was a little surprised that they had left me alone before I remembered that Sam still had my keys from when he drove it here. I wasn't going anywhere. I walked over to my car and sat on the hood of it. They were taking me home. A sudden thought occurred to me. They were going to meet my mother. Dean was going to meet my mother. Oh god.

The time passed quicker than I expected. I felt comfortable at Bobby's, and he hadn't changed the placement of any of the furniture. The guys got pizza from town and I ate alone. It took me awhile before I decided to go to bed. After so many hours sardine canned into a hulking piece of metal with Dean, I was reluctant to go into the room. Last time I was there, Dean and I nearly had sex and I ran out on him while he was sleeping. It wasn't surprising that I had barely seen Dean since we had gotten there.
I forced myself out of my trepidation. It was night. Sam was passed out on the couch downstairs, Bobby had left for bed much earlier, and I had no idea where Dean was but I guessed outside. The room was the same. It was a little dusty, as usual, but nothing had changed. I stood in the doorway. I could picture Dean sitting on that bed staring at me and from there my mind continued the scene. I backed out and closed the door. I couldn't sleep in there. I didn't care where I slept, but I couldn't go in there without thinking about what happened.
I ended up falling asleep on a chair, leaning on the kitchen table. Least that was the last thing I remember. I woke up on the couch that Sam had fallen asleep on. We left shortly after that.

The ride on was not pleasant. The tension was thick. I'm not sure if it grew because we were away from each other and had time to think about the last things we said, or because we were at Bobby's and the memories from the last time we were there together had surfaced. I knew the latter was true for me. I felt bad for Sam. Dean had turned up the music so that any conversation I tried to have with Sam failed.
"Can you turn that down please?" I asked Dean, leaning over the front seat. He didn't say anything. I rolled my eyes, unbuckled my seat belt and leaned over the front seat to turn down the music myself.
"Hey!" Dean called out, swatting at my hand. "Don't touch the music."
"Don't be an asshole, I'm just turning it down." I said, turning the music down and then sitting back and leaning on the back of the front seat.
"House rules sweetheart," He said, turning it back up.
I should have just left it. Really.
"Oh fuck you Dean, have some consideration."
"That's funny, coming from you Emma."
"Guys!" Sam interrupted before I could snap back. "Please, just stop."
I leant back in my seat. "Sorry Sam," I apologized and re-buckled my seat belt before looking out the window. Maybe I could just sleep for the rest of the ride.

We stopped in a smallish town in Montana called Laurel. Dean pulled into a motel that boasted wireless Internet and a pool.
"Great, a pool…" I muttered. "You know," I continued, figuring I'd break the silence. Maybe it would make things less awkward since we'd probably be sharing a motel room. "I met this girl at a pool, a day or two before the town blew up. Bright red hair and crazy blue eyes, asked me about my tattoo actually…" I caught the look that Dean and Sam shared as Dean parked. "What was that?"
"What was what?" Sam asked, looking back at me.
I leaned forwards. "That look. What was that look for?" I paused for a moment and it clicked. "Oh god, she was a demon wasn't she? You guys met her didn't you?"
"Emma…" Sam trailed off as Dean interrupted him.
"Don't worry about it."
"Don't worry about it?" I asked, "How can I not worry about it?" A thought popped into my head. "Was she….was she responsible for the explosion?"
Dean's hands tightened on the wheel. "You're being paranoid. She probably had nothing to do with it."
He looked too serious though. I was about to say something, to demand that I was probably right when Sam turned in his seat and looked back at me. He was giving me those puppy dog eyes I had learned to hate.
"Emma, don't worry. If by some strange chance she was connected, she won't hunt you down. If she does, Dean and I are more than capable of handling anything before you even notice there is something to be handled." I knew I should trust them, but it didn't stop the fear that had grown in me. I prayed they were right.
"Come on," Sam said, "let's check in." I got out and grabbed my bag but only Sam had followed. Dean gave a look to Sam before driving away.
"What?" I looked to Sam. "Where is he going?"
"He'll be back," he said, walking towards the check in. "He's just going to pick something up."
"What?" I asked as I followed him.
"Passports." Before I could ask anything further though, we had entered the office.

Well, it turned out that the government thought Dean and Sam were dead. Not only that, they were had gone to get them passports so that they could actually cross the border. I wasn't too surprised that they were criminals considering what they did; I just wasn't sure how we were going to manage to get across the border.
"You're going to drive us."
"What?" I asked, looking at Sam who had just spoken. He had to be joking.
"You have the most experience crossing the border," Sam explained, "It makes sense."
I thought about it. I had crossed the border quite a few times in various places, so he had a point. "But, I'd have to drive your car…" that was something I was not looking forwards to and, judging from the look on Dean's face, he wasn't either. "Oh god…" I muttered.
We left early in the morning. Dean had me sit in the driver's seat before we went anywhere to get a feel for the car. It was different from mine, but it had a similar feel. I could do this; at least, I hoped I could. The worst part of driving the Impala was having Dean in the front passenger seat.
"Watch the side!"
I rolled my eyes. Since I had gotten into the car he had been making comments. Some of them had been helpful but now he was just getting irritating. I was pulling back into the motel so that we could grab Sam. Dean took back over and would drive us until we got to the Duty Free. I was a little afraid, considering I'd be going there with Dean and they had giant things of candy and alcohol on sale.

The drive had passed far too quickly. It was probably due to the fact I was actually dreading driving the Impala across the border. We stopped at the Duty Free and as we got out to stretch, I noticed something on the car.
"Hey! Those are my plates!" I said, looking at Dean for an explanation.
"Yeah, I switched them at Bobby's." He answered, leaning on the car.
"But why?" I asked.
"If you're driving, it makes more sense to drive a Canadian car." He had a point.
"You could have at least asked," I said before turning to walk into the Duty Free. Sam followed, but we didn't buy anything, just used the washrooms. When we came back, Dean went in alone. By the time he came out, I was in the driver's seat and we were ready to go.
Sam looked ridiculous in the back seat, probably just as ridiculous as I looked driving.
"Easy with her," Dean said as I reversed.
I gave a sigh and then looked at him. "Ok, please just shut up. Hand me your passports."
He handed me the passports, which I put with my own and I drove to the border.
I rolled down the window once we were closer and made Sam roll down the one in the back seat.
My heart pounded as the light turned green and I moved forwards and greeted the man in the booth.

He asked the typical questions but when he got to the relationship of everyone in the car, it got a bit awkward. We agreed that Dean and I would claim to be in a relationship, but we wouldn't lie about them being brothers.
"This is my boyfriend and his brother," I answered. Dean grabbed my hand and I looked over at him. He gave me and the guard a smile. Show off. I smiled back at him, trying to ignore that my heart pounded more when he grabbed my hand.
We got through the border, the guard wishing us a good stay. Dean removed his hand and I drove into Canada until I could pull off at a rest stop and we could change seats again.