Chaos

01

01 ; please

"No! Dean, you can't! Please don't do it, please please please please!" I screamed through a hoarse voice at my brother, the one who protected me. The one who was torturing innocent people. I watched the people around me, suspended from meat hooks, as they pleaded with anyone to make it stop.

I would trade places with anyone of them to just have my brother not hurt innocent people. I kept screaming until my throat was filled with dried blood and I could scream no longer. Eventually, Dean was taken away by Azazel, and congratulated on a good days work. But my day wasn't over.

Azazel lifted up the knife that Dean had been torturing me with and advanced towards me, I began to scream again as he traced pretty patterns along my flesh.

I woke up with a scream, I didn't stop screaming until I realised I was no longer in hell but Bobby's house. I sat up, shaking from the flashback to my literal own personal hell. I heard someone outside the door and clutched the gun under my pillow when the door opened, ready to decapitate anyone with harmful intent. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw Sam standing in the doorway.

"Are you okay, Em? I heard the screaming are-" he stopped when he saw the glint off my gun, "is that a gun?" he asked, slightly shocked. I don't know why he would be shocked, this is how I was raised, how we were raised. If there's a possible intruder, you get the gun, shoot first, ask questions later.

"No Sammy, it's a flower. A magic flower that has the power to protect me from unknown evils! Oh, if only I'd had this flower before I went to hell, then everything'd be fine and dandy." I told Sam with my usual level of sarcasm.

"You can put it away now, Em. It's just me. Now, why were you screaming?" He sat on the bed next to me and I exhaled loudly.

"Nightmare. Hellish nightmare actually," I smirked at my pun and inwardly congratulated myself.

"Is it getting any better?" he asked, seeming scared of the answer.

"It's getting less shocking, but I don't know if that's a good thing. I just - I wish I could take a break. Go back to school, have a normal freaking apple pie life, you know?" I asked him, knowing that he knew. But it wasn't really exactly what I wanted, I was a solider now, a warrior. I couldn't have a normal life if I tried.

"I know, Em. Listen, do you think you can go back to sleep now? I'll speak to you in the morning about all this, okay?" He asked and I nodded as he tucked me in and placed a kiss on my forehead.

He left the room and I tried to get back to sleep but the fear of dreaming, of seeing hell again. That was enough to keep me up all night.

In the morning I went downstairs to see Bobby, Sam and Dean pouring over books in order to find out what pulled the two of us out of hell. I rolled my eyes and picked up a book, only to see it filled with pictures of what looked like a weird lizard thing.

"I've cracked the case, it was him. It was the teenage mutant ninja turtle here! Let's rejoice boys, Emily has saved the day, again." I quipped and Dean let out a snort.

"Yeah, Emily you ijdit. that is actually a very rare creature called the Kanima, I don't think it would be up to pulling your asses outta he-" I cut Bobby off with a wave and went to grab some food from the kitchen.

I walked back into the room to see the three of them watching me worriedly, "What's up? Why do you look like I just killed your cat?"

"I spoke to them about what you said last night, how you wanted to go back to school and we-"

"Sam, no, I don't want to go back to school, when I said that I was upset. It was under duress, I can't be normal if I tried-"

"But you haven't tried, Em. Neither of us have. Maybe it's time you did-" Dean tried to reason with me but all he did was enrage me.

"Are you fucking kidding me Dean? You really expect me to have a bloody apple pie life after all that? You know what it was like down there, you know Dean! How do you think bloody high school kids would react when I pull a gun on them because I thought it was a demon going into my room? Huh Sam? Or what about when I wake up screaming myself hoarse in the night because I'm seeing Azazel torturing me? Can you answer that? Because I sure as hell can't!"

"Emily, you are going to have a break from hunting, from all this bullshit, and that is not a question." Dean said lowly and I felt tears of frustration come into my eyes.

"Don't do this to me, please don't make me-"

Dean began speaking harshly, "No one is doing this to you, we are doing it for you. Now get your shit together because we have a date with a psychic after dropping you off in Beacon Hills."

I knew that there was no sense in arguing with Dean or Sam, Bobby had left the room before this argument began so I let out a huffy sigh and went to pack up my things. I was slightly shocked at Dean, he knew what I ended up doing in hell, what we both did. Last night, my subconscious mind had let me off easy with the nightmare of Dean torturing people, because what he did was nothing compared to what I did. Dean was forced to hurt people, but me? I enjoyed it.

We arrived in Beacon Hills around about nineteen hours later, with minimal bathroom breaks and about an hour of sleep for me. There was something not quite right about Sam, I knew that. But I couldn't figure out if it was just because he thought we were dead or because of something else. I couldn't be sure but it didn't matter anyway, I was being sent away.

The three of us walked up to the door of the large house and I grimaced when I saw the green grassy lawn and potted plants, it really was an apple pie kind of life here. I pushed the doorbell and took a step back. I waited anxiously until a brunette about my age answered the door.

She looked at us in confusion before asking, "Hi, can I help you or...?"

"Uh, no I think , I think we've got the wrong address. We'll just be going now.." I went to walk away to the Impala but Dean grabbed the hood of my leather jacket.

"Hi, are you Allison Argent?" Sam asked with a smile and my eyebrows shot up in surprise. No one told me that Victoria Argent was a mother.

"Yeah, I am, and you are..." She trailed off looking suspiciously at us.

"The Watsons, is your mother home?" He asked. She told us to wait in the hallway and I soon saw the redhead come through from a door. I grinned the second I saw her and walked over and she pulled me into a tight hug.

"Mom, what's going on?" Allison asked in complete confusion this time.

"Allison honey, this Emily, she's going to be staying with us for a while. The two tall ones are Sam and Dean, her uncles." I heard Dean let out and offended sigh and smirked.

Maybe an apple pie life wouldn't be so bad if I was staying with the Argents.