Living with Dean and Sam.

Chapter One:

I woke abruptly from the nightmare, looking around I realized that I was still seated in the Impala. Dean's head shot across quickly before turning back to the road.

"You okay?" he asked, his face masked with confusion and worriment. I nodded.

"Yeah." He didn't believe the lie.

"Nightmare?" I sighed and nodded. He could see right through me. "Same one?" I nodded. He patted my shoulder. "You alright though?" I smiled, not really responding, but he knew what I meant. "Well we're nearly there, Sam should remember us. and he'll probably come with us."

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"There it is." Dean muttered as we parked up, he looked up at the window.

"You're not seriously gonna climb through the window? He'll think he's being burgled." I told him, he rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"Unlike you, I can't fly, so I suggest you help me up or I'll fall." I sighed in annoyance. We climbed out of the car, and Dean hugged my waist. (We had done this before.) I controlled the air, so it pulled us up to the window. Dean climbed in but I stayed outside. As soon as Dean was in, he walked around before being attacked by what appeared to be Sam. Eventually Dean bunked him to the ground, holding him in place.

"Easy Tiger." He muttered.

"Dean? You scared the crap outta me." Sam exclaimed.

"That's 'cause your out of practice." Dean replied.

"Oh really?" Sam continues, before he slips from Dean and hits him hard into the ground.

"Or not." Dean mumbled.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well I was looking for a beer, she on the other hand, is still hanging outside." He turned to me.

"Hey Sammy!" I called and he looked over at me, before smiling.

"Emerson!" I smiled and climbed in the window.

"We gotta talk." Dean told him.

"On the phone...?" Sam replied sarcastically.

"If I called, would you have picked up?" he doesn't respond, then a blonde girl walks into the room. Her hair wasn't dirty-blonde like mine it was lighter.

"Sam...?" she starts.

"I love the smurfs." Dean flirts. I mentally face palm.

"Hey, Sorry to wake you. Dean, Emerson, this is my girlfriend Jessica." Sammy introduces.

"Wait. Your brother Dean? And the oh-so-famous Emerson?" she replies, he nods.

"I gotta tell you, you are completely out of Sam's league." Me and Sam roll our eyes.

"Dean's regularly like this with women he can't have." I tell her. She smiles at me kindly.

"Just let me put something on-"

"No I wouldn't dream of it. Besides, we gotta chat with your boyfriend. Kind of private, family thing."

"Oh alright." She replies but Sammy intervenes.

"No, whatever you wanna say, you can say in front of her."

"Um. Okay. Dad hasn't been home in a couple of days." Dean discreetly explains.

"So he's working overtime on a Miller time shift. He'll stumble back sooner or later." Sammy replies, not quite gripping the concept of our arrival.

"Jon's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days." Sam stops as I tell him, his face becomes hard.

"Jess. Excuse us. We're gonna go talk outside." He told her, before we all walked outside. I decided to sit in the Impala whilst they talk. Knowing full well, Sammy would put up a fight about going. I could see them in the mirror talking, then Sam sighed and went back inside. Dean sat in the driver's seat and smiled.

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"We got a hunting partner." I smiled, climbing into the back of the Impala. "Why are you in the back?" he asked, confused.

"Because I'm going to try and get some sleep, giving you and Sammy bonding time." He gave me a blank look.

Sam walked to the car seeing that I was sat in the back.

"Why are you in the back?" he asked.

"Because I'm going to attempt to sleep and you are going to spend time with your brother." He shrugged and climbed in.

"Hang on, what do you mean 'try' and sleep?"

"Nightmares." Dean mutters for me. Sam looks to me for an explanation but I wave him off and close my eyes. Before I could drift off, Sammy asked me,

"Emerson what happened to Ryan?" I glanced up at him, Dean was looking at him, giving him the 'shut up' look.

"Ryan was a bag of shit, Sammy. And I hope he rots in hell." I replied monotone. Before actually being able to drift off.