Dead Men and Demons

Chapter 5: "This is Dean..."

Notes: Another chapter to make up for my lack of updates. Enjoy!

Driving into Penticton, I couldn't stop myself. I leaned over the front seat and pointed things out to the boys while I gave directions to my house. I hadn't been here in ages, and it probably reflected in my comments about things that had changed. It was summer, so the town was packed, like it always was. I couldn't stop grinning though, especially when we pulled up to my house. It looked the exact same, just neater. The front porch was tidy and the dark blue of the outside walls stood out. I missed this house; this was my home.
I got out of the back as soon as Dean had stopped. I just stood there looking at my house as Dean came to stand next to me.
"We going in?" He asked.
"Where's Sam?" I looked around and saw him walking away. "Where's he going?"
"He's got something to do. Come on," Dean started walking to the house and I ran a little until I was next to him.

I was nervous as I walked up the steps. I hadn't seen my mother in years and she was inside the house. I wasn't sure, for a moment, whether to ring the door bell or just unlock the door with my key. I stood there for a few moments, indecisive when Dean leaned over and rang the doorbell for me.
I heard a flurry of footsteps before the door opened.
"Emma!" My mother called out and grabbed me in a rather tight hug.
"Hi mom." I choked out. I patted her on the back and then pulled out of the hug. "Mom, this is Dean."
She turned towards Dean and I could see his initial reaction was to move back as she came forwards to hug him. "Dean! It's so nice to meet you. Thank you for bringing Emma back so quickly."
He looked completely awkward and I laughed a bit.
"It was no trouble," he said as she let go. She whirled on me then.
"You missy, you don't come home for months, you barely call!"
I stood there, unsure of what to say.
"Well, nevermind. Let's get inside! Come on!"
I looked Dean and mouthed 'sorry' as we entered the house after my mom. He just smirked at me.

We were both looking around as we walked in. Some of the things that I had on my walls were gone, and some of the decorations had changed. My mother had definitely made this a home for herself. I hoped she didn't touch my room.
"So tell me, how do you two know each other?" My mom asked once we were in the living room.
I looked at Dean, after all, I couldn't really tell her he popped up in the middle of the night as a ghost. "Well," I paused. I had no idea what I was going to say. Thank god Dean interceded.
"Funny thing, we just sort of ran into each other years ago." He looked at me and I felt I had to continue.
"Yeah, I've known them for years. Remember mom, when I went camping in the States? It was a whole group of us." My nerves were getting to me. I hoped I didn't say something stupid.
My mother sat in a chair and motioned for us to sit on the couch. We did. "Really," she said, giving a smile, "you've known each other that long?"
There was something in my mother's tone that felt like it put me on edge. I ignored it, marking it off as just feeling like a daughter who might be in trouble with her mother especially since I hadn't seen her in years.
"Well, you do take after your father," she said, giving me another smile
"What's that supposed to mean?" My father had always been a touchy subject for me; my mother knew this, so I wondered as to why she was bringing it up.
"He was the more impulsive one, never giving a thought to his family as he went out…"
"Mom!" I interrupted her. I was about to say more when the doorbell rang.
"Go get the door, will you Emma?" She asked, giving Dean a smile.
I was glad for the distraction. I hoped it was Sam coming back from whatever he was doing. I never thought I'd need a mediator for my own mother. I felt a bit sorry for Dean though when I heard her say, "So Dean, tell me…" as I walked out of the room.

I opened the front door and found, to my surprise, that it was not Sam on the other side of it, but Kyle.
"Kyle?" I asked, "What are you doing here?"
He grinned at me. "I came to see you. How are you?"
I looked at him carefully. His hair was a bit shorter, but he had the same smile I remembered. "How did you know I was here?"
"You're mom told me."
"My mom?" I wondered, and as if on cue, she called out.
"Who is it honey?"
I looked back down the hallway and called out. "It's Kyle."
"Well bring him in!"
I looked at Kyle, who was still grinning at me. This probably was not a good idea.
"Are you going to let me in?" He asked.
I was tempted to say no. He was an ex boyfriend, he should leave and not converse with my mother. However, I was the one who broke it off. Kyle had been nothing but the nicest guy I've known, even after the break up. "Sure," I said, and moved back from the door.

I knew it. I shouldn't have let him in.
I was in the living room, and had to introduce him to Dean. The tension was almost palpable.
"Dean, this is Kyle. Kyle, Dean." I said, motioning to them both.
Kyle grinned and held out a hand to Dean who remained seated on the couch. Dean looked at it, and for a moment I thought he wouldn't take it, but he did.
"So," Kyle asked, "how do you know Emma?"
I was still standing, briefly wondering if I could make an escape, and my mother answered before Dean could.
"Oh, they've know each other for years." There was something in the way she said that, and the way she leaned forwards as she said it, that rubbed me the wrong way. Before I could think about it though, Kyle spoke.
"Really? You wouldn't happen to be the Dean on her tattoo, would you?"
I froze.
"A tattoo? Emma, you have a tattoo?" My mother asked me, not sounding pleased. She never did like the idea of me having a tattoo, which was why I never told her.
"Um, yeah," I said, "long story." I didn't feel like explaining, I was much more interested in figuring out a way to get out of here before Kyle said anything else.
"You never did explain why you had his name branded on you," Kyle said, turning towards me. My mother was also looking at me now, intrigued, though she didn't say anything. Dean was almost glaring at Kyle, before looking at me. I was taking too long to respond, but I wasn't sure what I was going to say. My mouth ran off before I could really think things through.
"I was drunk and it was a dare." Perfect things you want to say in front of your mother. I felt like hitting myself.
"Really?" Kyle asked, and before he could say anything more, I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the kitchen.
"Can I talk to you alone?" I didn't give him a choice though.

When we were in the kitchen, I turned to him. "What the hell?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice quiet.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his head tilting to one side.
"What's wrong?" I couldn't believe it. "You just told my mother I have a tattoo! You can't…" I paused and took a deep breath.
"Oh come on Emma," he said, "you left me for that idiot?"
I stood there, my jaw clenched. "I left you because it wasn't working. We went over that, and who says I'm with him? We're just friends."
"Just friends with a guy who looks like that? I'm not stupid Emma, you don't have to lie to me."
"Oh I'm sorry Kyle, did you want him?"
He didn't look amused.
"Look, you need to leave, and now." I wasn't going to take this anymore. I started to walk back towards the living room. I wasn't sure what my face looked like, but my mother looked concerned and Dean stood up.
"What's wrong?" My mother asked.
"Nothing. Kyle is leaving." I said, leaving no room for argument.
"I think not," I heard Kyle say before I saw Dean fly into the wall. I stared at him pinned against the wall by nothing for a moment before it clicked and I turned to find Kyle there with black eyes.
"Shit," I said, before I too went flying into an opposite wall.

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