Wreck of the Day 7/7
The Adventures of Emma Davis.
Part Three.
Title: Wreck of the Day
Rating: M
Warnings: Some swearing, some adult material
Word Count: 1, 791
Chapter #: 7/7
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, Six
Notes: Well, this is the last chapter of part three. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing it. It means a lot. Without further ado...
It was during one of these times that I asked him what happened with Famine.
He was silent for a long time and I didn't think he'd actually answer me. Part of me hoped that he wouldn't as it obviously had an effect on him.
I was sitting on the hood of my car, watching him work on his car when he answered me.
"He said I was empty. Dead inside. That's why I didn't crave anything. I have no soul Emma."
I got off the car and strode over to him. "That's ridiculous Dean."
"His powers didn't work on me Emma," he put whatever tool he had been using down and faced me. "I can pretend all I want but it changes nothing. I feel nothing."
"That's bullshit!" I exclaimed. "If you felt nothing, I wouldn't have found you like I did. I wouldn't be here now Dean." I moved closer so that I had to look up a bit at him. "You can pretend all you want Dean, and you can run from what you don't want to face but you and I both know this, if you felt nothing, Sam wouldn't be in that basement. You wouldn't drink like you do and all this saving people business would mean nothing! Tell me you're going through the motions! Tell me that you don't feel good about yourself when you save someone from some horrible death and they look at you and thank you because you both know if it wasn't for you, they'd be gone!"
I took a step back and breathed deeply. "You can tell yourself you're empty inside, you can listen to them as they tell you that they know you better than yourself, but you won't lie to me and don't lie to yourself. You and I both know that it's not true. You care more than anything, you want more than this and…" my throat caught and I took another deep breath. "You're better than them Dean, don't let yourself believe their lies because you feel you have nothing left. You have family beyond your brother," I said, thinking of Bobby. "You just have to look."
I left him standing there in shock. I practically ran to the house and into a bathroom. I had to get a hold of myself but Dean didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve believing that he was nothing. He was more than that.
Stopping my train of thought before it went somewhere that I couldn't deal with while I was here; I made sure I didn't look ridiculous before stepping outside.
When I walked into the room, Dean was sitting on my bed. I had avoided him all day and assumed he did the same. I was tempted to walk back out. I really didn't want to deal with this, or get into another fight with him.
Before I could move back though, he moved and was standing in front of me.
"Emma," he said, and rather than say anymore, he was kissing me again.
He tasted like alcohol again, but not as much as he did the last time we kissed. He turned me around and kicked the door closed, pushing me back as he kept kissing me. One of his hands was in my hair, while another was on my back and moving lower. They were both pulling me closer.
I lost myself in it. My hand was at the back of his head, the other feeling the muscles on his back. I didn't really think anything of it when I fell back onto the bed.
We continued kissing, his hands moving, starting to trail up my sides, one of them going under my shirt. My hand found its way under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin. His mouth moved from mine, making a trail down my neck.
He pressed closer, moving me a little more so that he was in-between my legs and we were fully lying on the bed.
I knew I shouldn't be doing this. I tried to bring my mind out of the haze he created but it was difficult when he was kissing me again and pressing so deliciously close. He moved for a moment, breaking the kiss as he pulled my shirt above my head. I really shouldn't be doing this.
It was hard to concentrate though when his hand was trailing up my stomach as he kissed me. I broke the kiss and bit him lightly on the neck before licking it.
"Emma," he rasped out and my mind cleared.
I stopped what I was doing and put my hands on his chest. "Wait,"
"No," he said and kissed me again.
I broke the kiss again and he moved on to my neck. "Dean, we can't do this!" I tried to sound urgent and not as turned on as I was. This was a really bad idea.
"Why not?" He asked, moving lower still, kissing and licking as he moved down.
I tried to think of a good enough reason that would really make him stop. Not just a 'you've been drinking and going through intense shit and I won't be your escape' reason.
"I'm on my period!" I said quickly, and judging from how he stopped doing what he was doing, it worked.
He looked up at me, and I tried to look embarrassed. I was a terrible liar but he seemed to buy it. He moved back up and leaned over me. He grinned a bit and I gave him an awkward smile. He kissed me again.
"Let's just…sleep." I suggested and was relieved when he nodded.
He lay down next to me and I rested my head on his shoulder. Much like the first night, he played a bit with my hair but this time I made sure I didn't fall asleep.
Things had gone a bit too far this time and, since Sam was remarkably better and rarely yelling, it was time for me to go.
I looked at Dean who had his eyes closed. I just hoped this wasn't going to hurt him too badly. Fuck.
It had taken awhile before Dean was asleep enough for me to move. Even then, when I got out of bed, he stirred and I whispered I was just going to the bathroom. He fell back asleep and I was able to grab my bag and leave the room. I figured he wouldn't question the bag considering he now thought I was on my period. I got downstairs and found a blank piece of paper and a pen.
They'd be angry when they woke up and found the letter. Dean might call me back but I couldn't return. Too much was going on and I helped as much as I could. I wouldn't be his next form of escape…I deserved better. So did he.
I wrote my letter. It basically said that I was sorry for leaving in the night and that things were getting heavy between us. Sam was doing better, he was doing better and I needed to leave before anything else happened. He could call if he needed me.
I snuck back into the room and left the letter on the pillow. He'd see it when he woke up. That done; I crept back downstairs, grabbed my bag from where I left it by the door and walked to my car.
"Where are you going?"
I hadn't been driving for more than five minutes before Castiel appeared in the passenger seat without warning.
"Shit!" I nearly drove into the ditch by the side of the road when he startled me. I stopped the car once I had it straightened out on the side of the road. It was still early and around here, no one was driving. "Don't do that!" My hand was on my chest again, trying to still my heart. "You could have gotten me killed!"
"Where are you going?" He asked again, just looking at me.
I looked away from him. "I don't know yet."
"You're leaving. Why?" Well, at least he was direct.
"I decided it was time to go, what's it to you?" I asked, looking at him, not liking the way he was questioning me.
"What are your motives?"
My eyebrows furrowed. "Motives? What motives?"
"Why were you with them?"
"We're friends." I said, "I've known them for a few years now. We talk on and off."
"You are not a hunter."
"No, I'm not." Thank god, least in my mind.
"Dean needs you." He said, almost out of the blue.
I stopped whatever it was I was even thinking of saying. I looked away. "I know." I looked at him again. "I can't be there, not now. Take care of him."
"You care for him." He asked, his head tilted a little to the side.
"Yes." I said, admitting it for the first time to anyone who wasn't my own reflection. "Look, I did what I could. Things were getting heavy and I can't…I wont do that to either of us." I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're the only angel I sort of know and from what I hear, I don't want to know any others. Take care of them, both of them, or else."
"Or else what?" He looked genuinely curious, not like those people who ask just because they enjoy tormenting you.
I was at a loss of what to say. "I…I don't know, but I'll figure something out and you won't like it." I was terrible at threats to angels apparently, but I knew if anyone could keep the boys safe, it'd be Castiel.
He looked forwards out of the car. "They are my friends. I plan to." And with that, he was gone.
I didn't move. I sat there in my car, on some dark, currently deserted highway, and cried.