A Supernatural Story:

A Supernatural Story: Part 6

 Hours later she awoke to the hum of the engine and the soft sound of Metallica playing in the background. Sam was asleep in the passenger seat and Dean's eyes looked a million miles away. Emma tried to stretch her arms which were cuffed behind her. Dean noticed her shifting in the seat and cast her a somewhat empathetic look. "Almost there." He said.

"To the bunker?"

"No!" he laughed "To the motel." "We've got a bit of traveling to do before we get home princess." She felt a tinge of annoyance whenever he called her that but it didn't bother her as much as she wanted it to.

"Thirsty?"

"Yeah." He pulled over. She watched him walk to her side of the car. When he opened the door he presented a small bottle of whisky from his jacket pocket. She looked up at him slightly confused.

"It will help." He reassured her. She raised an eyebrow but slid forward in the seat so that he could bring the bottle to her lips. She took a sip and it burned her throat. A little missed her mouth and Dean reached down with a finger and traced a line below her bottom lip where the liquid had fallen. She stared up at him and he stared into her eyes before closing the bottle and placing it back in his pocket. He stood there for a moment and she felt a rush of emotion overwhelm her. She pushed herself back into the car..

"Thank you." She muttered. He nodded and glanced down at her lips once more before closing the door and walking to the driver's seat. Sam had woken up at this point and was looking around slightly confused.

"Sorry Sammy," said Dean. "Didn't mean to wake you."

"It's all good." He answered, still looking confused, he glanced back at Emma. She looked down as they pulled back onto the road. Her throat still burning from the whisky she shifted in the seat and caught a glimpse of Dean's green eyes looking at her in the mirror.

  When they arrived at the motel Emma knew the drill. She waited until Dean opened the Impala door for her and swung her legs out first. She tried to stand but began to lose her balance. Dean reached out and circled his arm around her waist to steady her. She cast him a grateful look before he reached behind her to close the car door. Sam had gotten the keys and they entered the small motel room. It looked a lot like the last one and Emma had low expectations for getting any sleep. The boys looked at the two twin beds placed in the middle of the room and Emma looked at the small chair in the corner she was about to spend the night in. She sighed with dismay. Dean looked at her quickly and then gave her a little shove toward one of the beds. "I'll sleep on the floor princess." He said to her surprise. Sam cast him a small approving smile and he rolled his eyes before throwing his bag on the floor in front of the chair that Emma was glad not to look at. She sat on the bed and watched them set up. They poured salt lines at the base of the door and on every window sill. They checked the bathroom and the closet before drawing the curtains closed.When they were finished Dean spun around to face her. "Stand up please." She did. "Turn around. She did. He pulled a handcuff key out of his shirt pocket and released her cuffs before placing it back where he had found it. She stared at his pocket for a moment wondering if she had any chance of getting her hands on it. He glanced at her with a look that said, I know what you're thinking and don't even try it. She rubbed her wrists where the cuffs had bit into them and sat on the bed once more.

"Sorry, Dean, can I speak to you for a moment?"

"What Sam?" His voice sounded annoyed.

"How do we know she won't just leave while we are asleep?" Emma shot him a hateful look.

"Well, well, Sammy, look at you thinking of everything." Dean chuckled as he dug around in his bag. He pulled a long thin rope from it and approached Emma with it.