"Well now, come in you three, no use standing around in the entryway." Emily flinched at the voice calling suddenly through the door that was just barely ajar. There was no way anyone in the other room could see them from where they were standing, and they hadn't made any noise coming in. "Sam! Dean! You get your sorry selves in here, I said!" She grinned as the boys moved quickly through the door, following them more slowly.
By the time she found them again, Sam and Dean were sitting on a couch, a plate of cookies sitting on the table in between them. A rotund black woman was just through another doorway, in what looked like a kitchen, pulling out another pan of cookies.
"So, how you boys been?" she questioned casually, pulling her oven mitts off as she turned to face them. "Dean Winchester, don't you dare talk to me with your mouth full. I know for a fact you were taught better than that."
"We've been fine, Missouri," Sam said once he'd swallowed, since Dean was now thoroughly chastened and didn't want to talk to her anymore. "Been traveling with Emily for the last couple of months." Missouri smiled and turned to her.
"Hello, I'm assuming you're Emily. I'm Missouri Mosely." Emily smiled.
"Hello, Missouri. I'm Emily-Loraine Nakai." She reached out to take Missouri's extended hand. Missouri's brow creased.
"Oh, honey, don't you worry. You did the right thing. You can't help him until he wants to be helped. He's got to figure it out on his own." Emily jerked her hand back.
"That's very rude to read people's mind without their permission," she snapped, turning on her heel. "Sam, Dean, I hope you have a nice visit. I'm going to wait in the Impala."
"Come on, Emily," Sam said cajollingly, like she was a child throwing a temper tantrum. "Practically everyone she meets comes to her for some psychic advice. By now, it's second nature to her. I'm sorry I didn't think to warn you." Emily huffed in irritation, but walked back over to steal the plate of cookies from the boys, taking them over to a solitary chair in the corner, hunching over them protectively once she sat down, her glare making it obvious she did not intend to share.
Don't you just love Missouri?