Wreck of the Day 6/7
The Adventures of Emma Davis.
Part Three.
Title: Wreck of the Day
Rating: M
Warnings: Some swearing, some adult material
Word Count: 850
Chapter #: 6/7
WIP or Complete: Complete!
Summary: Part Three of the Adventures of Emma Davis. Emma texts Dean until he doesn't respond after Valentine's Day. So she goes looking for him...
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Notes: This is the second last chapter. Are you sad? I'm sad. Sorry about the late updates, things are getting crazy over here and I'm actually running out of time. So, updates will be all over the place. Don't worry. Thanks again to everyone who has read, reviewed and favourited! Hope you enjoy!
When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. As I sat up my head pounded and the events of the night before slowly came back to me. I found my way downstairs and straight to the coffee.
I was in the midst of pouring myself some coffee when Dean walked into the kitchen. He seemed fine, the bastard.
"Need to pour some sugar in there?"
I looked at him in confusion, feeling as if I was missing something from his tone. "What are you…" then that particular memory of last night hit me. "Oh my god!"
I'm certain my face paled and my jaw may have dropped but I didn't stay long to see Dean's reaction. I grabbed my coffee and fled to my room.
I was sitting on one of the beaten up wrecks later that day, watching Dean do something to the engine of the Impala. He was talking before about the belt of the car but had gone silent a few minutes ago. I didn't push it. Things were a little awkward since that morning and last night when we had gone drinking. We had barely spoken except for when he was telling me about cars, even though I still woke up with him next to me.
I decided to fill the silence. "So, I went to Montana after I left here. Kind of pretty but it's got nothing on home." He didn't say anything but I could tell he was listening so I continued.
"Stayed there for a day or two before moving on. It was alright, but I got homesick for a bit. Didn't go home, ended up in Toronto of all places. Cool city but really busy. It felt like chaos, I didn't stay long. Got some shopping done though."
I heard him snort and figured I was on a good track. I continued by telling him about seeing whales in Quebec and getting lost and not speaking a word of French.
"So I was waving my hands around, trying to convey that I didn't know where I was, when one of them speaks in English. Turns out, the entire time, they knew enough English to understand me. Luckily one of them spoke enough English that after about 30 minutes of hand waving and talking, I figured out which way to go. Let me tell you, never again."
I paused for a moment, considering what I could tell him next, when he spoke, to my surprise.
"In Massachusetts, Sam got body swapped with some teenager who was planning to kill me."
I blinked and slid off the car I was sitting on. "Wait, what?"
"Apparently the demons put a bounty on my head."
I stood there, unsure as to what to say. "Ok, well, that's not that surprising…really, I wonder why they didn't do it sooner."
And just like that, he started telling me more. When we worked on the cars, in-between telling me what I was doing wrong and how to fix it, he told me what had happened since I left.
I think working on the car helped him ignore the fact he was telling me these things. I partly wished he didn't tell me about the insane asylum they had gone to after we said goodbye. It had to have hit the boys hard, especially since Dean had been concerned about Sam and his anger. Well, he didn't say concerned, but it was the things he didn't say that made the most impact. Like when he commented how Sam didn't want a family anymore, didn't want that life anymore. I asked him what he wanted and he ignored me.
He also told me about Anna reappearing and trying to kill Sam.
"I can't believe she would do that!" I was pacing. "She was alright when she came to me…what the hell happened?" I made some indistinguishable noise and Dean just watched me scowl at nothing. "If she was still around…" I had liked Anna. She had found me and etched carvings into my ribs in order to protect me from angels finding me. I paused for a moment, a thought coming to me. "Wait, how'd she die?"
He only answered that another angel had shown up and disposed of her before telling him to once again say yes. I sensed there was more there, but didn't ask. He'd tell me eventually if he wanted to, whether or not I wanted to know.