Stuck with Supernatural

CH. 20:

I'm on a serious roll... Except now I'm listening to Ed Sheeran and Hozier and Mumford & Sons versus Nick Jonas so that's a plus. Anywaaaaay I'm hoping this chapter is a good ending because this beast is drained. Let me know what you think. Obviously there's a sequel somewhere in the future. Soon, my kittens. Soon. I love yooouuu.

I heard voices. My head was spinning and it was still dark.

"...Emmy? Kid?" A gruff voice split my skull.

"She's not responding, Dean," another deep voice responded.

"Give her space," a gentler voice spoke up. It sent tingles to my stomach.

I tried to move, but the slightest shift shot knives of pain through my body. I groaned, finally gritting my teeth and sitting up. A strong hand pressed flat against my back helping me stay steady, and another wrapped around my wrist gently to hold me up. It took me a moment to open my eyes. When I did, I saw a pair of hazel eyes peering at me, shimmering with hope and concern.

"Em?" Sam's voice was soft and timid, as if I would break if he spoke any louder. I sat for a moment, trying to get my bearings.

"I told you I'd be back," my voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat. "Although, I'm not sure I actualy got the-"

The wind was knocked out of me by Sam throwing his arms around me and embracing me tightly. I hugged him back, tears pricking my eyes. We say hugging for a few minutes and I heard Dean and Cas shuffle out. When we let go, I looked around the room. I recognized it, but I didn't know how long I had been there.

"We're at Bobby's," I said, finally realizing I was in bed.

Sam nodded, beaming. I was wearing another one of his shirts, similar to the one I was wearing the morning I'd woken up at the Days-y Inn. "How do you feel?"

I contemplated my answer for a moment before responding. "Like shit, to be honest," I shrugged, looking away from the hazel eyes that watched me. "But I'm just glad to have everything over with- unless..."

His hand cupped my chin, making me look up at him again. He shook his head. "It's over, Em."

I smiled, then, remembering what I had vowed to do if I ever saw him again. "I... Well, I need to tell you something," nerves shot tingles to my stomach and down to my palms. He nodded, his eyes compassionate. "I, um, I've wanted to tell you this for a while now, but I made a promise to myself when I was... Possessed. There's really no better way to say that," I laughed at myself nervously. "But, um... I... Well, Sam, I-"

Before I knew what exactly was happening, soft lips pressed against mine and set off fireworks. Sam's hand was on the back of my head, pressing my lips to his even more. Our mouths found a rhythm and moved together in perfect harmony. We disconnected, leaving me breathless and his breathing ragged.

"I think I know what you were going to say," Sam's voice was soft and our foreheads were together. I sat up a little as I heard the door open. Dean stood in the doorway, his green eyes shining.

"Hey, Emmy," his gruff voice had a happy undertone to it.

I grinned at him. "Can we have a chick flick moment? Please?"

A huge smile split his face and he walked over to the bed and gave me a bear hug. "Unless you try to die on us again, this is the last one for a while," he said as he pulled away. I laughed at him and noticed Cas standing there silently.

Carry on my wayward son...

"Hiya, Dad," I said softly. I wasn't quite sure what he was going to do when he started to walk toward me. He stood there awkwardly, as if he was unsure as well. He stepped forward and put his arms around me stiffly, catching me by surprize. I wrapped my arms around his torso after a second, comforted by his hug.

"I am sure that this has been a substantial embrace?" His tone was questioning.

There'll be peace when you are done...

I shook my head. "A little bit longer, Dad," I smiled. A few seconds later I let him go and I grinned at him. "Thank you."

He nodded curtly, standing there uncomfortably. I looked at the men around me. A sudden thought occured to me. This is my family now. They're all I have left.

Lay your weary head to rest...

"So," Dean broke the silence. "Who's up for a case?"

My hand shot into the air.

This was going to be fun.

Don't you cry no more...

HOLY CRAP I JUST ENDED THIS.
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