Supernatural – chapter 4
Waking up the next morning, Emma shivered at the coldness of the room. Getting up from the bed, she realised she was in the cheap motel room alone, the Impala was gone. The memory of last night sprung back into her mind – and a deep blush across her face. She felt humiliated at the memory of Dean seeing her dressed in what could only be described as skank clothes. But something else was nagging at the back of her mind, causing the humiliation to be pushed aside. Concern. Concern for the fact that she couldn't remember buying any of those clothes, putting them on or going to that bar. Emma knew that this couldn't be a good sign and presumed that's where Dean and Sam went. Feeling unclean from the previous night, Emma decided to go take a hot shower and tear herself a new layer of skin.
His breath coming out in thin wisps on the cold morning air, Sam looked over his shoulder. He knew that this was a bad idea, especially since the shop would be opening soon, he silently urged Dean to hurry up. Ducking down behind the fence as someone walked past, he cursed for the thousandth time. He hated it when Dean left him as the lookout. "Hey man, let's go". Sam jumped at the voice and turned to see Dean walking towards him. The look on Deans face said he didn't quite find what he was looking for. Passing the front of the store, walking towards the car, Sam peered in at the empty room.
"Anything?", he asked. Dean shook his head, and continued to march towards the car. Sam himself was growing concerned. They didn't even know if what Emma was going through was supernatural related or was it just trauma relating to her recent parents death. The only thing that remained suspicious was the blacking out on at least two hours the previous day. Climbing into the car beside Dean, he knew that his brother wouldn't let this lie until he knew exactly what was going on.
Finishing off blow-drying her hair, Emma sat on the edge of the bed. She wished the two brothers would get back soon. One she was hungry and two, she wasn't so happy with being on her own right now. Pacing the room, she decided to go get some breakfast at the nearby diner. Not wanting them to worry, Emma quickly wrote a note of where she was.
Walking into the semi-crowded diner, She knew that it would be easy to be almost invisible. Sinking into an overstuffed red booth in the corner, she tried to blend in. When the harassed looking waitress came over to her table, all she ordered was a cup of coffee. Too tired to do anything, including think, Emma sat back and just watched the other people. She found it very interesting that you could tell just from the way people were sitting how they were feeling. If someone was to look over at Emma, they would probably see a scared young woman. Which, being exactly how she felt, made her feel all the more vulnerable. It was different if you were to black out on a whole night after having a few drinks with your friends, but to just black out was sorta scary. Especially for several hours. Huddled over the cup, she never noticed the two brothers walk in.
Dean felt angry at seeing Emma look so depressed. He decided that something needed to be done. And soon. Walking over to the table, for once he was oblivious to the heads that turned to watch the two walk over to the table. Sure Dean was all for having a good time, but now wasn't that time. Sliding down next to Emma, Dean wanted to comfort her, but couldn't find the right words. He did, however, notice the deep blush that spread over her face as she felt Dean put his hand over hers. Sam, oblivious to it all, was going back over everything that they had learned so far. Which wasn't a lot. Looking through his Dad's journal, he sighed in frustration. Looking over the table at Emma he asked, "So can you remember anything form last night?". Shaking her head, she looked back down into her cup.
"Last thing I remember was...looking through some clothes rails", She muttered. The frustration was evident on her face. "I just...can't remember anything that would event...remotely...help!", She said. Hanging her head in her hands, her shoulders slumped over in defeat. Reaching up, she scratched the spot on the back of her neck. Next thing she knew, Sam had reached across the table and grabbed her hand. "Sam, what the...?", she started.
Sam was concentrating on her neck. "Emma, when did you get that?", he asked.
"Um...the spot? Its kinda called hormones", she told him. Sam looked closer at the spot, which didn't look like just an ordinary spot. It was raised a couple of centimetres, and was starting to go black around the outside. Grabbing the journal, he started flicking through the pages. "Sam, what the?", she asked him.
"Your parents. They had similar markings. But theirs were a lot bigger than yours, more advanced or something", he told them. Turning round the journal to face Emma, he showed her the picture of the marking found on her parents. Emma tensed at seeing the photo. She wasn't quite ready for seeing the pictures of her dead parents so soon after the incident.
"Dude", Dean said, frowning at Sam. Dean always thought Sam was the empathetic one, but lately he had been pretty much preoccupied with the hunt. Only Dean had noticed the gradual loss of colour from Emma, while she stared at the photos. Dean flipped the book closed. "Ok so at least this is a start. Sam, could you go and get all the things we need. I'm thinking fire power – lots of it, possibly basic exorcism, well you know the drill". Sam looked confused for a moment.
"But Dean, I though...well the last time, well with her parents. They had to...well...you know...before the demon showed", he said growing uncomfortable. It took a moment for Emma to click onto what Sam was meaning. Snapping out of her daze, she looked over at Sam.
"Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying what I think your saying?", she looked questionably at the tow brothers – both of whom avoided eye contact with her. "Ok, no – I'm telling you this now – its not gonna happen. I'm not, repeat not, sleeping with some random, just to summon something that wants to kill me". She looked at both of them again. Dean was staring at the roof, and Sam was concentrating way to hard on his dads journal. "NO, its not happening", Emma said more firmly.