Dead Men and Demons
Chapter 6: Pipeline of Salt
It was a new experience being pinned against a wall by nothing. You could feel almost pressure on you, ensuring that you couldn't move, but you saw nothing. It was weird, almost like the gravity rides you can find at carnivals. I wasn't having fun though; this was more of a fear for your life because you just may die sort of situation.
I looked to my mother, whose eyes had gone black as well. "This whole time?" I asked, and she smiled and moved closer to me.
"Long before that. You remember that phone call, where I demanded," she looked at Dean this time, "you to bring my precious baby girl home?"
"Stop that." I said. "You're not my mother, don't talk like you are."
"I may not be here, but she's still here. And she's screaming." She moved closer and grabbed my chin in her hand, forcing me to look at her. "Tell me Emma, are you afraid of being an orphan?"
"Don't fucking touch her!" I heard Dean yell. The thing that was in my mother let me go and walked towards him. Kyle was grinning and moving towards her.
"Aww, is Dean afraid I'm going to hurt his precious Emma?" She was closer to him now, but she still looked back at me. "She only escaped the town through sheer luck. I tend to rectify that error; I don't like prey getting away."
"She's not so lucky now," Kyle said, wrapping an arm around my mother's waist.
My eyes grew wide. "Oh god." I watched as my mother and Kyle kissed. I wanted to shudder but couldn't. "That's just wrong," I muttered.
Kyle moved towards Dean, saying something that I couldn't catch. Dean's jaw was clenched though and he looked as if he was just getting angrier.
My mother moved back towards me. "I have to admit," she said, smiling at me. "I was more than a little surprised about you. After all, who would have thunk it. And keeping under the radar for years, well that's impressive. I wasn't even looking for you. It was all an accident. There I was, looking for someone to kill, and what do I find? You. Branded with the name of one of the most wanted hunters. Well, I just couldn't pass it up, now could I?"
I glared at her. I didn't have anything to say to her, I just wanted her gone.
"Aww, have you gone silent?" She asked, pouting a bit. The expression was odd on my mom. "I wonder…" She turned towards Dean. "What do you think her mother's reaction would be if I were to kill her dear Emma?" She turned back to me, "or should I say, if she killed you?"
My blood ran cold. It was highly possible that I was going to die pinned to a wall by my own mother.
I felt my mother grab my forearm and dig her nails in. I clenched my jaw, trying to not to cry out at it. I was stubborn enough that I wouldn't give her the pleasure.
"Emma!" I heard Dean call out, but I ignored him. Something towards the kitchen had caught my eye.
I didn't get a chance to actually figure it out. The pressure of her nails on my arm had stopped and my mother stepped back and held out an arm.
"Now that's just rude, Emma. You should always pay attention to your guests." She closed her fist and I felt like I couldn't breathe. The pressure had increased, and I faintly heard screaming. When she removed her hand, and I panted for air, I realised that it was me who had been screaming.
She was laughing when I caught a better glimpse of what I had seen before. Sam stood behind part of the doorway, pointing a gun at my mother. He looked like he was about to shoot, especially since no one else seemed to have seen him.
"Don't shoot!" I screamed. The demons turned to look at Sam, and before anyone could react, Kyle and my mother's faces pointed to the sky and they screamed. As they did, tons of black smoke came pouring out of them.
I think everyone fell at the same time. I was lying on the floor. I felt like sitting there for a few minutes, but instead, when Dean came over to me, I used him to help myself up.
"Em, you okay?"
I took a second to gain my balance, and catch my breath before I looked at him. "Come on!" I said, and raced for the hallway. I led him to the basement.
"What are we…?"
I didn't give him a chance to finish. "Shut up and just help me." I opened a cupboard that was across from the laundry machines. In it were giant bags of salt.
"Woah," he said, but I grabbed a bag of salt and handed it to him. "Paranoid much?"
"Yes." I said, grabbing another bag. "I couldn't get the pipeline of salt, so I just stocked up."
"Pipeline of salt?"
"I've mentioned it before, keep up," I said, moving to carry the bag upstairs. Dean didn't follow though, instead salting lines at the windows in the basement.
Once the house was salted, thanks to both Sam and Dean and my many bags of salt, we all sat in the living room. My mother and Kyle were both sitting on the couch, at opposite ends, staring off into space.
Dean and Sam came in, breaking the silence.
"Here," Sam said, handing both my mother and Kyle necklaces. "They're anti-possession charms. As long as you keep them on you, they can't get in you." He gave a sigh, looking back at Dean, before turning to Kyle. "I'm going to take you home.' He then looked at my mother. "Is there anywhere you can stay, that's not in town?"
"She can stay in Kelowna," I spoke up. "She has friends there."
"Is this true?" Sam asked my mom.
She nodded. "But Emma," she stood up and came towards me. "What about you?"
"I'll be okay mom, don't worry."
She frowned at me. "Emma, this…thing was after you. Don't tell me you'll be okay. What have you been doing?"
I tried to think of how to answer that. "Nothing mom, that's just it." I gave her a smile. "I'll be fine. I promise."
She still looked wary, but Dean stepped next to me.
"I won't let anything happen to her." He said, looking at my mother.
She looked up at him and just started at him for a moment. He just stared back before she nodded. "You better take care of her, or so help me God…"
"Ok!" I interrupted her. "You should get going. Don't take off the charm and be careful."
She hugged me. "Oh Emma," she whispered and I hugged her back. "I'm so sorry."
"I know." I said, pulling back from the hug. "Love you mom,"
"Love you too. Now be careful, please. And call me!" I nodded and watched her be led outside by Sam.
Kyle came up towards me, and I almost felt Dean tense. I didn't get why though, since the demon had obviously left.
"I'm sorry," he said, giving me a smile. "For what that thing said." He looked at Dean. "You too, I'm sorry." He smiled at me again. "I get it though." Well that was good I guess, since I had no idea what he was talking about. "Be careful Emma, and take care."
I nodded and gave him a quick hug. "You too Kyle."
He turned back to Dean and held out his hand. "Take care of her." Dean nodded and shook his hand. "See ya around Emma," Kyle said before waving and walking out. I think he was still pretty shaken, but Sam was waiting to take him home. I wondered briefly if he'd get as paranoid as I first was.
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