The Adventures of Emma Davis
Part 4: Of Dead Men and Demons

Chapter Seven: Resolutions?

Notes: I'm sorry for the delay in updates. Things have been crazy, I get distracted easily and I've been overseas for like a month. No excuse, I know. In any case, I'm trying to get back on track...and finish uploading this. So here's the next chapter, and be warned...there's mature content (more than normal). Enjoy!

A thought occurred to me and I turned to Dean. "You lied!"

"What? When?" He asked, looking at me.

"When you told me I had nothing to worry about! That'd you'd take care of it before I even noticed anything, well, I noticed!"

"That was Sam."

"He was speaking for the both of you and you know it!" I turned from him, taking a breath before I looked back. "How can I trust you when you won't even tell me when things are coming after me? Tell me the truth about the demon. Why did she blow up the town?" He moved closer. "Because she saw your tattoo! Because she found me and I didn't hide it well enough. That's what you want to hear, isn't it Emma? That it's my fault?"

"It is your fault!" I poked him in the chest. "If you didn't pop into my bedroom that night, none of this would have happened!" I turned and walked away. I didn't want to deal with this, didn't want to fight.

He followed though. "I don't control everything Emma!"

"No, you just irritate things until you get your way!" I sped up, heading to the stairs. I needed space from him.

"And you run from things you think you can't handle!"

I could hear him behind me. I ran for my room though, hoping that I could just escape into it, that he wouldn't follow. I slammed the door behind me but it failed to stop him.

"This is what I'm talking about!"

"Fuck you Dean!" I said, whirling on him. "In case you didn't notice, I almost died out there! And you know why? Because a demon saw my tattoo…which was your idea!"

"I was out there, or did you not hear me?" He demanded, moving closer. "If you didn't have that tattoo, it could have been you that was possessed!"

I stepped back and tried to relax. I couldn't stop myself. Now that we had started fighting, it felt like a release. "Why didn't you tell Sam about the letter?" I asked, in a quieter voice.

"And say what Emma? That you ran in the middle of the night, just as things were getting serious? That all you left was a note saying you were sorry?"

"I couldn't deal with that! You were dealing with Sam and I wasn't going to be a fucking escape for you! I'm not a fucking whore!"

"Did you even ask what I wanted?" He yelled back at me, stepping closer. "No! You just left!"

"Then what do you want?" I yelled. "Tell me, Dean, what do you want?"

He paused then and rubbed his hand over his mouth and down his chin. He made some noise in his throat before turning to me. "You are the most frustrating woman I've ever met!"

"Then leave!" I screamed, pointing towards the door. "Just leave!"

"I can't!" He yelled back. He moved towards me then and I backed up. He caught up with me quickly though, grabbing me and kissing me.

His hands moved. One at my waist; the other went to the back of my head, both pulling me closer.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wasn't planning on this, hell I was still angry, but at this point I barely cared. All that mattered was that he was touching me. I broke the kiss.

"Dean?" I whispered, as he went for my throat instead.

"No," he ground out. His hand that was on my waist had moved towards my back and lower.

"Bed." I muttered, and I moved back, pulling him with me towards my bed.

We fell onto it. His hands were under my shirt, pulling it up. He moved back and I sat up, allowing him to pull it off. He went for his own while I removed my bra. I lay back on the bed, shifting a bit so that we were properly on the bed. He leaned over me, staring at me before kissing me again. I trailed my fingers down his chest, hearing his breath hitch as I felt the indents of his muscles.

He moved one hand slowly down my leg as he positioned himself in-between them. I broke the kiss for air. He started kissing my throat, using both his teeth and tongue. This was probably a bad idea. I knew this. But as I brought my hands up to his shoulders, which were broader than I thought, I found I didn't care. I could deal with the repercussions later.
I gasped suddenly went he suddenly pinched my nipple and soothed away the sting with his mouth. I arched into him, pulling him closer with a hand on the back of his head. He brought one of his hands to my waist, almost attempting to keep me in place, but the softness of the touch tickled. I laughed softly, still reeling from just what he was doing to my chest with his mouth and hands. I moved one of my legs around his back, trying to push him closer. He moved then, mouth going slowly down my stomach, kissing and dragging his teeth where he could. I couldn't reach him, to convince him to ditch his pants. I needed him soon.

He unbuttoned my jeans and I lifted myself so that he could take them off. He took the underwear too. He leaned back, just staring at me for a moment. I blushed under his stare and, trying to move past the awkwardness I was beginning to feel, sat up and went for his jeans. I managed to get one button before he was kissing me again and pushing me back against the bed. His kisses changed. They had been deep and almost ravaging, but now there seemed to be tenderness to it. I forced the thought out of my mind.

Again I reached for his jeans, needing him closer. He helped me push them down before he kicked them off along with his boxers. He pressed himself against me and I rolled my hips towards him, feeling the heat and hardness between us.

"Dean," I murmured, trying to convey that I needed him. I sounded breathless.

"Wait," he rasped out. He altered his position slightly and the hand that used to be on my waist was suddenly much lower.

I arched into him, feeling his fingers mimic movements I hoped we'd hurry up and get to. Scratch that, as he continued, and I heard myself make some ridiculous mewling noise, I didn't care as long as he kept touching me. My eyes closed. One of my hands clenched the sheets while the other reached for him, pulling him in to kiss me. I couldn't wait anymore.

"Please," I asked, louder than I had intended to. I opened my eyes and found him staring at him with a look I couldn't place.

He moved again, retracting his fingers that left me clenching before shifting. He reached for his jeans, reached into his back pocket and drew out a condom from his wallet. Glad one of us was thinking. It didn't take long though before it was on and he was leaning over me again.
One of his hands was on one of my legs and I felt him move to enter me. Finally. He pushed forwards, hissing slightly. My eyes closed again as I arched into him. He didn't move for a moment, and I opened my eyes. He had this strange sort of half smile on his face. I rolled my hips, trying to get him to move and get past the sting of the initial stretch. He leaned forwards, holding himself up with one of his arms and kissed me as he started the rhythm. I followed, my hands moving to his back, trying to pull him closer. My nails dug in when he slowed, and I found myself telling him to move faster before I decided to hurt him. He laughed, before increasing his speed. It was delicious.

I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from calling out in more than just mews as he moved faster. He was making these grunting sounds that I probably would have teased him about if I could actually think properly. He moved one of his hands, using it to rub that sensitive spot that Kyle had forgotten about the one time I slept with him. I attempted to arch further into him, my nails dragging on his back. He'd have marks later. He adjusted the position, lifting one of my legs to his shoulder. It was a bit awkward and a little painful, but suddenly he was hitting something deeper. I couldn't stop from calling his name out. He was grinning when I next looked at him, but my eyes closed again as all the pressure suddenly released and my vision blanked.

I felt him lower my leg, moving a bit still before he suddenly stilled and convulsed a little. He collapsed over me, not crushing me by holding himself up. He grinned at me before kissing me again. He pulled out, and I felt the loss of him.

He lay down next to me, once he was done throwing the used condom out, pulling up the sheet so that it covered us. I curled into him, resting my head on his shoulder. He played with my hair with his one hand. This was probably a mistake. We had been angry, fighting and I still didn't know what Dean wanted. I tried not to assume though, it had gotten me in trouble already. I just didn't know what to do.

"It hasn't changed."

I looked at Dean as he brought me out of my thoughts. "What?"

"Your room."

I looked around. The walls were still red, posters and pictures still decorated them. "I guess not." I said, laughing a bit at the irony.

"What?" Dean asked, looking at me.

"It's where we met."

He tightened his grip on me and we didn't speak again. I had to figure out what the hell I was going to do now. Fuck.

We got up not long after that. I'm not sure Dean wanted to, but I reminded him that there were two demons that might still be in town.

"Sammy's probably downstairs." He said, pulling himself up out of bed.

I sat up and watched him get out and find his clothes. I admired the view. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but it was a good-looking maybe mistake.

He leant over and kissed me again, and I admit I followed a bit when he pulled back. He grinned at me. He left the room then, and I sat there for a few minutes.

I decided not to think about what just happened. I could deal with it later, when there weren't two demons that may be in town and out for my blood. I got out of bed, taking the sheet with me as I left my room and headed to the shower.

When I walked back downstairs, in clothes that I hadn't worn in years, Sam and Dean were in the living room talking.

"So what's the plan?" I asked, standing because it was easier than thinking of where to sit.

"Well," Sam answered, looking up at me. "We think they're still in town. We're going to hunt them down."

I thought about it. It was a good idea. Least that way they'd be gone from here. "How are you going to do that?" I asked, wondering just how they'd pull this off.

They shared a look. That was never good.

"We want to use you as bait."
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