Chapter Sixteen – Malleus Maleficarum part3

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Haa, sorry! D= My life goes a bit crazy lately, forgot it was Friday! My gosh -_- Okay, part 3 now. Enjoy! :D 3

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"How do you feel?" Sam asked.

"Like a piece of shit." Emma answered.

"You should change your shirt." Sam said and went to his bag. Emma looked down and saw that her shirt has dyed red from her own blood. The wound apparently went open again. Emma got out of her cloth and waited for Sam to come back. Sam did come back, a bandage in his hands. He smiled slightly when he had realized that Emma knew what he wanted to do.

"When will Bobby come to pick me up?"

"I didn't call him yet." Sam said while he took care of Emma's wound, again.

"Why not?" Emma sounded surprised.

"We'll leave soon, be sure you got everything packed." Was Sam's answer while he got up.

"Uh, okay… Don't worry, it already is." So they would bring her to Bobby… Maybe this was somehow a good idea. Maybe Dean would try to save her from more trouble than she would become anyway.

"Okay, now Emma's stuff and then we can drive." Dean said while Emma put her T-Shirt on. She reached for her bag, but Dean was faster, took it and gave her the 'Really?' sight.

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"What's with your foot?" Sam asked when he monitored Emma's walk to the car.

"Sprained I guess."

"Is it bad? You should've told me."

"Sorry, my other injuries kind of made me forget about that one." Emma smirked softly. Sam didn't answer or react on that. "No, really, sorry, I didn't think about it." She added quickly.

"We'll stop at the pharmacy and get some cool aid or stuff." Sam said. Emma nodded and laughed a little when she saw that Dean had opened her door. Then he jumped into the Impala, waiting for Emma and Sam to get in the car.

"You sitting comfortable?" Dean asked.

"Sure." Emma answered and sighed. How much of comfortable this whole situation was, at least she sat good…
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Emma had fallen asleep after a while and got woken up from her phone. The girl shortly looked for it and then read who was calling her. "Bobby…" Sam suddenly turned around and took her pone and picked up. Emma felt horrible. She had hoped that she could enjoy at least the ride and those last hours in freedom, but well…

"Hey Bobby… Yeah, she apparently forgot the phone in the car… Yeah, we'll pick her up, she is grocery shopping… Mhm, we are good… Okay, bye." Sam hung up and got stared at from Dean and Emma.

"So… When did you want to tell us that you changed your mind?" Dean asked.

"Uh, now, I guess."

Emma didn't understand. "But… What?"

"You were right, you are in charge of your own life. I shouldn't have tried to control it. I'm sorry."

Emma looked down. "You heard me…"

"I shouldn't have heard you to know that." Sam said and then got quiet. Emma gulped and leaned back, very aware of the pain. She still sensed the distance between her and Sam. They never talked… Sam just kind of forgave her after she got attacked.

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The boys just quietly sat in the Impala and hadn't talked since Emma had fallen asleep. Dean remembered how it was back when Emma had joined them and how one of the most things she had done was sleeping in the backseat. And he remembered how annoyed he was that she needed so much sleep. She should've been a help for them but every hunt had exhausted her so much.

"What if she can't help us?" Sam asked suddenly.

Dean woke up from daydreaming of the past. He needed some seconds to realize who Sam meant by 'she'. "Dunno."

"I can't even think of a plan B. Other than… Really bringing her back to Bobby."

"Come on, you are the brain here, you usually always have a plan."

Sam dropped his gaze. "Yeah…"

"Oh man, seriously?" said Dean annoyed. Sam looked back to Emma who made noises of suffering constantly. In a not moving bed Emma could recover better, but they couldn't stop now. "Okay, that's enough." Dean took the flask and threw it at Emma, who woke up from that.

"What the hell?" Emma said after she realized what Dean had thrown at her.

"Drink that, at least then you will shut up." Dean said. Emma sighed and really drank from it.

"Emma what… Really, Dean? Really?"

"Come on, there is no harm done, she drank alcohol before." Emma started to cough.

"Yeah, beer, you jerk. Emma, give it back."

"Huh? O- okay." The girl did as she got commanded from the younger Winchester.

"Look how good you suddenly can listen." Dean teased her.

"Shut up."

"You know that she never drank anything else than beer, right? The chances are high that she now throws up from this." Sam returned the tease to Dean.

"Oh, don't dare."

Emma looked to Sam, who had his head turned slightly and she spotted a grin. "I- I don't feel very… Ugh." The girl started to make choking noises which brought Dean to pull over and to stop the car.

"Oh no, you don't!" He turned to Emma and as soon as he did that she and Sam burst out in laughter. Dean rolled his eyes. "Glad you guys made up." He said sarcastically and started driving again. Emma looked down and didn't dare to glance to Sam.

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"Does this feel better?" Sam asked. They had stopped in a little town to get Emma a cool pack for her foot. Sam was kneeling in front of the girl who was sitting at the edge of the backseat, door open and he had put the cooling pack on the swollen leg. He wanted to get her some painkillers too, well he did get them, but now that Emma was drunk, which still pissed Sam off that Dean had done that, he didn't want to give it to her.

Emma nodded. "Sam?"

The boy got up a bit. "Hmm?"

Suddenly Emma hugged him as good as she could. "I'm really sorry. I will never lie to you again. I hate that you are angry with me." Sam's one hand rested on the seat while his arm returned the hugging.

"We are good again, okay?" Sam said.

Emma smiled a bit and then let Sam go. "Those injuries hurt way too much…"

"I'm sorry, but we will soon get to a hotel, I promise."

Emma nodded. The alcohol made her body heavy and she felt a bit needy. "Can you… Sit with me?"

Dean turned around in surprise and also Sam acted confused. "Uh, yeah, sure, if you want."

"Yes please. I'm always alone here." Emma said and felt how she didn't really want to say that but still did. So Sam sat to Emma. Dean got back in the car and started driving. Emma sat up, but Sam pushed her down and she laid her head on his lap. "Fine, fine, I will sleep." She said and felt how her head started to spin.

"We will soon arrive at a hotel, promise. Then you can rest." Sam repeated and looked at Dean who was looking back through the mirror.

"W- where are we heading anyway?"

"Kansas."

Emma tried to keep her eyes open, but she really had to fight the heaviness of her lids. "Kansas?"

"Yeah, we will do some research." Sam said.

"Research?" Emma waited shortly for an answer before she fell asleep.

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