Chapter Seventeen – Bedtime Stories, Red Sky at morning, (Fresh Blood)

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Sam had actually tried to talk to Emma about the whole situation, but he never got the opportunity to do so, either Bobby or Dean had been around. When they arrived to start to investigate they just left Emma at the motel room. It was fine with Emma, just not that they were so cheap and took a two bed room instead of letting her get her own. She had to be careful with the book then. But then again, when they were around the Jiva maybe wouldn't attack her… Emma got outside to look for a map of the city. She had no clue where the people lived she wanted to go to. She knew about the street though. While Emma looked at the map her phone rang. When she glanced over it she saw that Sam called her. 'Oh not just now…' "What is it?" Emma tried to not sound annoyed, but it was hard. Sam didn't let her out of his sight, which had annoyed her a lot.

"Soitapparentlywasnowerewolf.Gotanyideas?"

'Geez, why are you asking me?' "Not really, maybe when you can find more deets, I don't know." She said quickly.

"Okay,I'llkeepyouupdated." Sam said and Emma hung up before Sam could say anything more. Like what those background noises are. Emma smiled, she found the street on the map she was looking for.

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Emma hesitated before she knocked. She became nervous when she heard someone approaching the door and then opening it. "Yes?" The woman looked at her suspiciously, suddenly her face lightened up. "Emma? Could it be?" Emma smiled back and nodded. "Oh my gosh, it must've been years since I last saw you. Oh come on in, it's a pleasure to have you here." The woman let Emma in and yelled. "Bryan, you won't guess who just arrived here." Emma swallowed. She felt bad. The woman seemed so happy that she saw Emma and all she wanted was…

"Emma!" Bryan came to her and shook her hand. "Now this is something I really didn't expect. Bobby didn't say that you would come."

"Oh yeah, he doesn't know that I'm here actually. I'm with the Winchesters, investigating and hunting, you know, the usual stuff."

"With the Winchesters, huh? Well, our little Emma is full of surprises. Remember, Fiona, when she was here the first time? She was acting so brave but when she actually stood in front of a real demon she shook like crazy." Bryan laughed out.

"Oh, don't tease her." Fiona said. "Come on, sit down. What are you investigating? Tell us, you need our help, don't you?"

"Well… Um…"

"Oh stop the hem and haw, what is it?" Fiona said and smiled. How could those people be so nice? It was not normal. Well, they weren't normal anyway.

"It's about…" Emma started to look for the book in her bag. Suddenly she felt her phone vibrating, but she just ignored it. For the fourth time... "This book. I know that you got an exemplar too and in ours are some sites missing and I hoped I could borrow yours just to look something up."

Bryan frowned while Fiona looked concerned. "Demigods?" Bryan said, but then stood up to look for the book.

"Are you guys alright? You know that you can ask us for help." Fiona offered right away.

"Oh, no, we are fine. We are not even sure if we are right about this, don't worry."

"Well, here we go." Bryan said and handed Emma the book.

"Thank you very much. I'll bring it back to you guys as soon as possible." She wouldn't look for the Jiva right away, Bryan and Fiona were monitoring her and if they would see it they would probably know right away what was going on.

"No worries, I don't think we will need it anytime soon. The family hunter is on tour at the moment." Fiona winked.

Suddenly Emma blushed. Right, Jason… "How is he doing? Is everything fine?"

"Oh yeah, he is perfectly fine. But he got into hunting so much lately. I worry a lot about him, but I know he will do fine. Oh my, when did you guys meet the last time? You were teenagers, yes, around… 14? Well, Jason still is a teenager, almost twenty. But still acting like a teenager when he won't get his will." Fiona giggled a bit.

"But he is a good hunter, mature when it comes to danger." Bryan added.

"Yeah, at least he got something from his dad." Fiona laughed and also Bryan grinned. Emma smiled and was thinking hard how she could get out of this situation fast, but Fiona apparently sensed that she really badly wanted to go. "Okay, I'm sure you need to go now. It was nice having you around, maybe you can stay a little longer next time."

Emma nodded. "Yeah, it's up to the boys. You know, they are always looking for a new case."

"I hope they don't feel too guilty about what they did. I mean, it was something huge but not particular their fault, you know?" Emma nodded again and stood up. Fiona escorted her to the door. She leaned to her and spoke to the girl with a soft voice. "But really Emma, if you need anything, just tell us. We are retired, but we are still as good as we have been, promise."

"Thank you very much. I'll see you." Emma almost fled out of the door. When she was some meters away she took a deep breath and clutched to the book. On her way here she saw a little forest, maybe she should get there to get a bit peace to read the book. Then she shook her head and opened it right away. After some seconds she found the page about the Jiva… and froze. The site was gone too. "Daughter of a bitch…" She cursed. What were the odds? … Emma frowned. But what were the odds? Emma was out of ideas what to do next. She had no clue who else would have a book about demigods like this. And talking to someone asking if they knew… Emma shook her head. No. As long as she didn't know more about this Jiva she had to keep it to herself. Who knew what else this demigod was up to. Emma closed her eyes. But it wasn't too bad, at least she hadn't appeared again. Emma opened her eyes again and saw the sun going down. She swallowed and suddenly had the want to hurry back real fast. But somehow she knew it was too late anyway.

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"Where the hell have you been?" Emma had just entered the motel room and Sam greeted her with an angry yell.

"Busy." She knew right away that it was a big mistake to answer Sam just like that.

"Busy? Busy?" Sam was furious.

"Yes, busy." Emma went past Sam to the bathroom.

"You wanted to be back on the hunts, didn't you? And now you just vanish and you don't answer our calls? What the hell have you been doing?" Emma wanted to close the bathroom door but Sam wouldn't let her.

"Let it go, I'm tired, I want to change."

"Where. Have. You. Been?"

"It's not on your business, okay?" She pushed Sam away and slammed the door. Inside she closed her eyes and breathed out. Then she took the book out again and looked through it. Not any other site was missing, but the Jiva one. How powerful was this demigod? Did she know that Emma was trying to fight her?

"Emma!"

"Dude, leave her alone, girls sometimes have their special days." She heard Sam and Dean talking. Emma ran her fingers through her hair. Maybe she should just confess to them. Emma changed her clothes and went out of the bathroom.

"Fine. If you want to be like that. Don't expect me to beg you to tell what's going on with you, alright?" Sam said and went to his bed. Emma didn't say a word, just went to her bedroll and lay down.

"Girls, calm down, okay? Geesh, was hoping this slumber party would be more fun." 'Please just don't find me when they are around. It's not them you want, it's me.'

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Sometimes Emma wished she had something to put into her ears. Those constant talks about the deal and getting Dean out of it were tiring. And hurt her. Not to mention how uncomfortable she felt right now. Sam ignored her fully. He was pissed. They arrived at a haven. "Stay in the car." Sam commanded and left it.

Dean looked back to her. "Never piss off a Sam, he can hold a grudge for years."

"I wont stay in the car." Emma said and got out.

"I just said stay in the car, didn't I?"

"Well, you didn't give me the chance to say 'no'." Emma responded annoyed.

"So what? You going to vanish again and we would have no clue where you would be? Awesome plan, but no!"

"I…" Emma turned to Dean, who now turned around and stepped some steps away. "Okay, can we stop this bitching? I'm sorry I disappeared, okay?"

"It's not just that, you are acting like Dean when he is hiding something from me. What are you hiding?"

"I will handle it, okay? Are we good again?"

Sam finally looked at Emma. "I'm going to loose Dean, don't let me loose both of you. You know you can trust me. What is going on?" Sam was worried about Emma, she knew that. And it gave her a good feeling but at the same time she couldn't feel guiltier.

"I trust you. But… I can't. I-"

"Emma, come on."

"I will be fine, I promise. If it was any dangerous I would tell you."

"But if it's not dangerous why would you hide?" Emma smirked. He got her there. "This is not funny, why are you smiling?"

"Nothing, sorry. Okay, uhm… Look, give me some time. You guys do your stuff and I do mine, okay? I will take care of myself, I promise."

"With all your promising I really hope that you will hold them." Sam mussed up Emma's hair and went past her. "We will meet here again in two hours." Emma nodded. Enough time to check for a library. Not that she was expecting to find anything useful, but it was worth a shot.

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Emma had been right. The library was a waste of them, so she was just heading back to where the Impala was parked. Or should've been parked. Dean and Sam were standing there, looking confused. "What the hell?"

"THEY STOLE MY CAR!" Dean seemed stressed out.

"The '67 Impala? Was that yours?" Emma looked annoyed to the brown-haired woman with the British accent.

"Bela." Sam said and sounded upset.

The woman smirked, but then she glanced Emma. "Oh no, is that Ems? Look at how much you have grown. Followed big John's plan on the hunting?" She smiled.

"Where is my car?" Dean sounded threatening. While Emma listened to the boys and Bela arguing she lightened up inside. Who else but Bela could get her another copy of the book?

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Emma just packed her backpack when Sam came in the room and watched her. "So, you are leaving again?" He asked, with this tone that Emma hated meanwhile. It was a mixture of upbraiding and worrying.

"Mhm." She answered shortly.

"When will you be back?"

"Like in an hour or something."

"Are you taking your phone with you?"

"Yes, mum." Sam distorted his mouth. Emma shouldered her backpack and tried to not pay attention to Sam anymore, but her stomach felt really disquieting.

"If you need something, just call, I'm sure we will be around."

"I know." Emma reached for the door handle.

"You will just do some research, right?" Sam continued.

"Yes." Now she opened it.

"I have no idea why you need to do this alone, but I hope you take care."

"I will."

Sam suddenly stepped to her and grabbed her arm to hold her back. Emma froze and dropped her gaze, she didn't want to look at Sam. He made it for her harder than it was anyway. "You know, that you can trust me, right?" Emma nodded and broke free from Sam's grab. She almost ran, but it was more of a rushing. She knew that Sam was looking after her. Cute, caring Sam. Then Emma shook her head and tried to shake away the thoughts that way. She had to focus and had to take care, in case Jiva would attack all of the sudden. She didn't have a good feeling since they were in this town. But it was probably just Sam who put thoughts into her head that she was constantly in danger when there was really nothing... She was pretty sure about that…

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"I would've never thought you would come to me to ask a favor. Does Bobby know about this? I don't need to ask if Johnny's rascals know, I'm sure they don't." Bela grinned.

"Shut up, I'm not here for a little tea time, okay?"

"Fine, fine, but first things first. You got money?"

"Of course."

"I don't take credit cards, dear." Bela said and smiled.

"I would surely know where to use it. No, I got cash, alright? I work and I earn money."

"Part-time hunter and part-time living a normal life, that's adorable."

"You are prettier when you don't talk." Emma really didn't have the nerves to play games with Bela.

"Right back at you, my dear."

"I need a book about demigods. A book that has every page in it."

Bela frowned. "Why so specific? Will I burn my hands when I get you that?"

"I surely hope you will. I just need it, okay?"

"It will take a while, I will be busy with this case."

"Fine, whatever, just get it for me as soon as possible, alright?"

"I want to see a little evidence on how much you want it." Bela said, so Emma got a wad of money out of her jacket and put it on the table. "Okay, that is more than just a little evidence. Well, I will see what I can do."

Emma nodded and wanted to leave, but before she did she turned around. "Don't tell Dean or Sam."

"There is no reason why I should."

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Emma just came out to the hall and almost ran into Sam. She looked up and hesitated for a second. Sam looked damn good in his suit. He smiled at her, but it didn't seem to be a real smile. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just not very happy about my company tonight." He sighed.

"Hey, everything to save the innocents." Emma wanted to go downstairs, but Sam held her back.

"Uh… So, this is okay?" Emma turned around and looked at Sam closely.

"Yeah, just perfect. She won't be able to keep her hands away from you." Emma grinned and Sam grimaced. Then he mussed up her hair and went past her downstairs. Emma watched from above how Sam greeted the old lady and how she looked really happy to see him and right away clung to him while they went outside. Then she glanced Bela, who just reacted with a look of vacuity.

"This is just ridiculous!"

Emma turned to the voice she just heard and then went to Dean's room. "Dean? You okay?" She asked through the door as she wasn't sure if Dean would be dressed.

"This bowtie is just a pain in the ass." Dean cursed and opened the door in his shirt and boxers and handed Emma a piece of cloth, which apparently was the bowtie.

"Dude, get pants on, Sam is already gone."

"It's not that easy!"

"I'm sure it's not easy, what the hell are you wearing?"

Dean stared at Emma. "What?"

"You can't wear these, this is not a jeans, this is a suit. Go get the uncomfortables."

Dean grimaced. "What? Nooo."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Shut up, don't be a baby." Dean grabbed the tighter, black shorts and went into the bathroom while Emma stood in front of the mirror and tried to make a bowtie out of this piece of cloth. But it wouldn't work really. Finally Dean came out again, this time with pants, and walked to Emma.

"Yeah, I don't get this thing. Look, Sammy left me this manual but it's not working. All though… Hold still." Dean put the bowtie around Emma and started to work around and finally managed to make a bowtie. He grinned at Emma who just looked down to collect her thoughts again and then back to Dean.

"Good Job, hero, now Iam wearing a bowtie."

"Hey, at least I now know how it works. Gimme that." He unknotted the bowtie again and now started to re-create what he just did at Emma's neck.

"Hurry up." She said and went to the door.

"Hey."

Emma didn't expect that Dean would hold her back. They never really talked except when it was about a case. "Hmm?"

"Will you be around?"

"Yeah, I will try to get in somehow." Emma just wanted to step outside.

"And…" But then she turned back to Dean who was busy with the bowtie or acted like that. "How is your case going?"

"I- it's going well…" She answered and was kind of surprised that Dean asked her that.

"You know, if you need any help-" Dean didn't finish his sentence, turned to Emma and kind of put himself into spotlight now. "So?"

Emma gulped. "T- that's-" She cleared her throat. "That looks good."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Okay, catch you later." Dean went past Emma and downstairs where Bela was waiting for him. Emma leaned against the door, let her head fall against it and sighed. If only this whole situation would be easier. She would enjoy the time she had with the boys, but in the back of her brain there was always this thought. This really disturbing thought that Dean would be gone soon. That every second counted.

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"Whereareyou?"

"I'm trying to get inside but this place has more security than the white house." Emma answered whispering.

"Ohjustgreat." Sam moaned.

"I'm sorry, I can't even get in as waitress. Or… Knock out a waitress to get her stuff." Emma looked down and glanced her simple jeans and t-shirt outfit.

"Fine,justwaitsomewhereclose,okay?"

"Mhm." Emma hung up and continued walking around the house, but there was no chance to get inside at all. She has been spotted earlier and since then she had the feeling that they were kind of looking for her. So she just went back to the Impala and leaned against it. She stared at the house and without noticing her thoughts wandered again to Dean and Sam and not to her own case. What would Sam do when Dean was gone? Would he hunt alone? Would he want that Emma hunted with him? That thought frightened her a bit. Because if Dean was gone and she would have to… Emma shook her head. No, she didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to waste the present to think about a future without Dean.

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"Here is your book." Bela handed Emma the book and held her hand open.

But Emma first looked through the pages. "What the hell? There is a site missing."

"I got you the book, so give me what I deserve." Bela hissed.

"Excuse me, bitch, this is not what I wanted, I said it should have all pages. I got two of those already, thank you." Emma turned around.

"You know, it's dangerous to play with the fire." Bela said.

"Are you threatening me?" Emma asked while going.

"No, I'm not, but if you got a Jiva on your back you are playing with a whole house on fire."

"Don't try to act all nice on me, I know you."

"Well, I'm just saying. Good luck not dying." Emma had left the building, she closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. Then she opened her eyes again, sighed and set out on getting back to the house where they were staying.

A thunder made Emma cringe and suddenly she heard a laugh. She turned around and looked into Jiva's eyes, a grin on her lips. Emma could see how there were several more red teeth. "Hello, Emma." She said and came some steps closer. Emma tried to look relaxed and to proof that she put her hands in her pockets. But while she had her hands there she pressed the buttons on her phone, hoping that Sam would pick up and hear, what was going on.

"Hey, Jiva." Emma said calm.

"I see, you figured out who I am." Jiva walked past her and then around her, while Emma was still standing there. "And yet you still stand here. Playing the strong girl you are not."

"Because, yet you still walk around, not attacking me even though we are all alone in this forest. Looks like you are scared."

Jiva laughed. "You think I'm scared? Emma, Emma, Emma. I could beat you in one snap."

"Really? What are you waiting for then? If it was that easy for you, why did you wait so long to get me again? Or have you been busy ripping sites from books?" Jiva frowned, which made Emma wonder, why, but she didn't really dare to ask or say what she meant.

"You were the one who constantly ran from me. Moving around so I couldn't spot you that easy. You are tiring my powers. But I'm here to tell you: it won't work. You can run all you want. I'm stronger than before." Suddenly Jiva stood right in front of her, putting her hand on Emma's cheek, but Emma stepped one step backwards.

"Don't touch me." She hissed.

Jiva closed her eyes and looked like she had enjoyed the touch. "Mmhh, I can't wait." Emma had put her hands out of her pockets and made fists out of them now. "Should I go for it? It's too tempting."

Emma followed every step Jiva made with her eyes, ready for whatever would come. Suddenly another thunder broke the silence and Emma looked around. Jiva was gone. Emma breathed out. But then she heard steps, turned around and spotted a demon, running at her. She reacted fast and pushed him away. The demon grinned. Emma's heart started to beat fast and her brain operated at full stretch. Suddenly she heard a shot, the demon's body made static noises and he fell on the ground. Emma looked around and saw Sam and Dean, Dean was holding the colt and just put it down. Emma felt all of the sudden really heavy and slipped on the ground. This had been damn close, too close.

Sam and Dean went to her, Sam kneeled down. "Are you okay?" Emma nodded.

"What the hell? Why was there a demon?" Dean asked, looking for more. "And who is Jiva?"

Emma sighed. "A demigod who is following me." She confessed finally. Now that she had kind of asked for their help she had to clear things up.

"A demigod?" Sam sounded upset. "You said it was nothing dangerous! Why did you lie to me?"

"I didn't know what this demigod would do to others. I thought I could handle it myself, okay? I just… wasn't expecting that she would appear now."

"What's a Jiva exactly?" Dean asked. Emma got the book out of her backpack and handed it to Dean, but Sam took it and read it.

"So she wants you? To suck the energy out of you?" Now he gave Dean the book so he could read it too.

"Yeah. I don't know. She was suddenly standing in front of me. She seems weak, but she is gaining powers. Last time she didn't attack me with a demon, she just vanished."

Sam got up. "Let's go." He said and started going.

Emma stood up too, following him. "Sam!" But the boy didn't react. "Sam, come on, wait." Emma had reached him and walked right next to him. She felt a weird tense while they walked. Their steps started to synchronize, yet it seemed they two were further away than a minute ago. "Can't we stop the part where you are really angry at me and we skip to the part where you yell at me so we are good again?"

"I trusted you. You promised me that you could handle this. What would you have done if we weren't around? And it's no excuse that you wanted to protect us. We already hunted a demigod."

"Yeah, and what happened? You needed Bobby and me to even figure out what it is."

"Yeah, but then we could handle it. And you knew it was a demigod." Emma got quiet, while they got into the Impala. Dean got in too and they started driving back to the house, packed their stuff and hit the road again. The whole time no one said a word.