Dead Men and Demons 2/?
The Adventures of Emma Davis.
Part Four.
Title: Dead Men and Demons
Rating: M
Warnings: Some swearing, some adult material
Word Count: 1,426
Chapter #: 2/?
WIP or Complete: Complete!
Summary: Part Four of The Adventures of Emma Davis. Its been over a year since Emma left Dean that note. She's pretty sure they're dead. So when she wakes up in the back of the Impala, to say she's surprised is an understatement. But as usual, with Dean comes trouble.
Previous Chapters can be found: here.
Notes: I know, I know, it's been too long. I was made aware/reminded of this by a reviewer who asked me to come back. Well, here I am! I admit, I've been distracted (it happens easily). With Crossfire, and another fic about Evil!Sam, my attention wavered from Emma. Anyways...enjoy!
I woke up in pain and the world was swaying even before I could open my eyes. "Oh god, I'm going to be sick," I muttered. The world suddenly stopped and I rolled and fell off whatever I was on. It was not comfortable.
"You are not getting sick in my car."
I looked up and recognized the view. Dean was staring at me through the open back passenger door of the Impala. I was apparently on the floor of the back seat.
He grabbed me under my armpits and dragged me out of the car. I stumbled and knelt on the ground, the sudden movement churning my stomach. Dean only had a moment before I started throwing up.
I felt my hair get pulled back. I threw up until my stomach was empty and the dry heaves stopped. I knelt there for a few minutes. My stomach was still clenching and my mouth was dry. The taste was awful. I vowed never to drink again.
"Alright?"
"No," I answered, my throat feeling raw. I used his arm to stand up and lean against the car. My head and stomach spun once I moved. "Oh god," I muttered. I fell to my knees and tried to empty my stomach again but there were only dry heaves.
I tried to get up again when I was certain there was nothing there. When standing proved too much Dean helped me to sit against the impala.
"Easy now..."
"Where's Sam?" I asked when I realized that he was nowhere near.
"He took your car and is on his way to the next motel. We'll meet him there."
"Do you have any water?" I was suddenly aware of how dehydrated I was, and needed to wash away the nasty taste in my mouth. Dean walked to the car and returned with a bottle of water. I chugged it back and felt slightly better.
"Why did you come to find me?" I asked without really realizing the words were coming out of my mouth...I guess the alcohol was still in my system. Dean snorted, and was silent for a few seconds.
"I wasn't looking for you, I heard what was happening to that town, and I wanted to try to stop it."
It took me a few seconds to process what he said, and when it did, it hurt.
"So you didn't come looking for me specifically"
"God you're full of yourself aren't you?"
I was going to make a remark but decided to bite my tongue for now. For once I really didn't have the energy to fight with Dean.
"How did you know that I was even there?" Again my mouth was working before my brain really had time to process. Apparently I still had some energy in me.
Dean was silent for a long time; I started to think he was going to ignore me.
"I didn't, but I knew you were on the road, and have a tendency to find the strange."
"I do not! You bring the strange into my life! "
"Emma, you need to grow up. And quick. Sure you can blame me for all that's happened to you, but you don't get to show up unannounced with intentions to help and then get angry when things go wrong for you. No more drunken rants, Emma, I mean it."
I had forgotten about that rant, and my cheeks flared red as I remembered what I said in my drunken state. I vowed never to drink again for the second time in 20 minutes.
We sat in silence for the next 15 or so minutes until I felt well enough to get back into the car. My body hurt, and my ego was bruised. This time I sat in the front with Dean, though we were both silent for the drive. I started to think back on the last time that I had seen Dean, hell the last time I communicated at all with him was the letter I left him when I ran from Bobby's in the night. I expected an angry call after reading the letter, hell I partially expected him to chase me down, but all I had gotten from him was silence. Sam had texted me a few days after with a simple "thanks". That was the last I heard from either of the Winchester's until the call telling me to get the hell out of town.
I'm not sure how long it took to get to the motel. I'm pretty sure I dozed in and out, especially after I finished all of the water. I was still a little queasy, so the sleep did me good. Dean shook me and I snapped out of the daze I had been in and looked around. We were at the motel.
I got out of the car, moving slowly and wincing a bit when the door closed behind me. Something caught my eye.
"Oh thank god," I moved forwards, seeing my car in front of me. I was afraid that something had happened to it, or I might have left it somewhere. The past few days were kind of a blur. I leant on my car. It was one thing that had been with me for years and through everything that had happened in the past few years. I was glad it was okay.
"Emma?" Dean placed a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him. "Let's get you inside."
I nodded and patted my car as Dean led the way to the room.
I was sitting on the bed, staring at Sam. It sounded strange but the last time I saw him, I brought him food as he was sleeping when he was locked in a room trying to detox. I wasn't sure what I was looking for.
"What?" Sam asked, looking a bit disconcerted by my staring.
"Sorry," I muttered and looked away. There were some things I wanted to know, about what had happened after I left, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to ask Dean. I gathered up my courage. Dean had left the room to get food, which was good since my stomach had started growling, so now was my only chance. I didn't really want to do this, but I wanted to ask none the less. Hell with it. "Hey Sam?" He looked at me. "What happened after I left?"
He turned from his computer and looked at me. "Emma, I only knew you had been there because Bobby mentioned it. When I asked Dean about it, he said you showed up to get your car checked out. You stayed a few days and then left."
"That's it?" I was a little surprised because it had been his brother. Didn't he push the subject? "What about…" and I really didn't want to ask this question. "Did he say anything about a letter?"
"What letter?"
I sat a little straighter. "When I left…"
Sam interrupted me. "Emma, Dean said that your car had been finished and you just left, not wanting to stick around and get caught up in what we were doing."
I blinked. Dean hadn't told Sam about the letter I had left. He had barely even spoken about my visit there because I was worried about him…in fact he lied about it. Why on earth hadn't he told Sam?
"Emma, what letter?"
I shook my head. "Nevermind."
Dean came in at that moment, before Sam could ask anything else. I stood up and grabbed the food and sat at the table. Bread and soup; easy things for alcohol and starvation. I looked at Dean who was talking to Sam. Sam kept looking over at me with an unreadable expression. I was in deep. Fuck.
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