The Hunter's Daughter (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: Run

I run after Michael, my heart racing. When I get outside, I freeze at the scene in front of me.

Blood is smeared along the street. A blue car is in pieces, a fire burning from the engine. I don't know what they hit for there was nothing around for them to have hit, but the scene makes me sick. I see a figure move inside the car, a familiar head raising.

"MOM!" I scream and start racing forward, but a body crashes into me. "No! Let me go!" I scream and start clawing at the person.

"Emma!" the voice yells. "Emma! Stop! It's me!"

I look into Michael's eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks. "My mom!" I yell at him. "We have to help her!"

"Help is on the way! It's too dangerous for you to go over there! But you and I need to go! Before they come back!"

"Before who comes back?" I shout at him. Sirens fill the air and Michael grabs my arm, pulling me away from the scene. I try to stop him, but he is too strong for me.

I hear shouting behind me and I glance back. Firemen are working on getting my mother out and I sigh in relief. "They're getting her out," I say. I try to pull on Michael, to get him to turn around, but he doesn't stop running. We turn the corner, my mother now out of sight.

Michael ushers me into an old, blue mustang, slamming the door. He's quick to get into the driver's seat and to start the engine. We take off down the road. I turn to yell at him to turn around and go back to my mom, but I freeze when I hear the explosion. And for an hour, I feel nothing, my whole body numb, and I sit back in my seat in silence.

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We drive for an hour, neither of us saying anything. My body is numb and my head feels like it's full of air. I don't even feel my heart beating in my chest. Michael pulls into a motel and shuts off the engine. He's the first to get out and he makes his way inside. Probably to get us a room. I don't care.

I numbly get out of the car, my head spinning, and my heart racing. Sweat cakes my forehead and my palms are sticky with it, but I begin to head back the way we came anyways.

"Mom," I whisper. "I'm coming."

I feel a hand grab my arm and I look up into Michael's eyes, and in that moment, I can't contain myself any longer. The tears fall down my face like a waterfall as I lean into Michael, his large arms holding me as I sob into his shirt.

After a minute of standing in the parking lot with me crying into his shirt, Michael leads me to our hotel room. He lets go of me so that I can lay on the bed. It doesn't take me long to fall asleep.

When I wake up, the sun is shining through the curtains and it takes me a moment to remember where I am and the events of last night. I feel my stomach lurch and I race to the small bathroom before I empty my stomach all over the floor.

When I enter the room again, Michael is gone. I see him standing outside, a phone pressed to his ear. I sit down on the bed and pick up the glass of water that he must have placed there for me. I numbly sip it.

After a short while, Michael comes back in, his expression unreadable. "Was there anything you wanted to go get before we hit the road again? I'm willing to take you back there really fast."

"Where are we going?" I ask, my heart beginning to race. "What the hell is going on?"

Michael presses his lips together. "I'm... Not the best person to explain everything to you."

"Than who the hell is?"

He sighs and sits down next to me. "I don't know. No matter who tries to explain it to you... It's all going to sound confusing. And crazy."

"My mom is dead," I say, looking forward, but not at nothing in particular.

I feel him put a hand on my shoulder, but I shrug it off. "Let's go," I say. "There are a couple things I need to grab. When I'm done, you better take me to someone who can explain to me what the hell is going on."

"Okay," he says. "Let's go then."

It takes us about an hour to return to my house. Caution tape blocks part of the street, the broken car still there. Policemen mill about, taking pictures and writing things down. Michael takes me around the house, saying it'll be easier if they didn't see us.

Entering my house has never felt so eerie. Everything was the same as last night. An empty pizza box on the counter, half-empty water glasses on the coffee table, the TV still on showing the morning news.

I take a deep breath and climb the stairs. Pulling out a duffle bag, I begin packing. I pack a few pairs of clothes, mostly plaid button downs, tank tops, and jeans. I grab my favorite hat and place it in the bag. I go to the bathroom to gather my toothbrush, my soaps, toothpaste, and some tampons. I begin to leave and the remember that I still hadn't grabbed my hairbrush.

I search all over the bathroom for it, but can't find it. Instead, I find it in my room next to Tales of a Hunter. After debating for a couple minutes, I pick up the book and place into the bag. Once I made sure that I had everything I needed, I walk back downstairs.

"Ready?" Michael asks, standing up from the couch.

I look around my house for what feels like the last time. "Yes," I say, though I don't feel very confident saying it.

He nods and we head back out to his old mustang. "How old is this car?"

He smiles. "It was made in 1967. A beauty, isn't she?"

"Yeah," I say. "I've always wanted an old car. But Mom never allowed me to get my license."

Michael smirks at me. "I can teach you if you want."

I smile. "That would be great, actually." We laugh and it feels good. 

We drive for what feels like forever. After about two hours, I reach for my duffle bag and pull out my book and begin reading.

"Last night was the most magical night of my life. Literally and figuratively. I was working case and was nearly killed, but Dean Winchester swooped in and saved my life. He killed that damn shape shifter. His dad had looked so proud. Apparently, they were in town again working on the same case. And now that they are done... They're leaving.

Dean was so sweet to me. A boy has never been that nice to me. He made me feel all weird inside. After we were done cleaning up he offered to take me to dinner. Luckily, his dad and his brother didn't join us. That would have been awkward, considering half way through our date we started making out. He is such a good kisser.

And that's not even the best part. When he brought me home we discovered that my parents weren't back yet. I invited him inside for a bit and that would be how I lost my virginity to Dean Winchester. I told him not to forget about me. He promised me he wouldn't. He said he would call me today, right after they had been on the road for a bit, but so far I've heard nothing from him. I know I probably look pathetic staring at the phone, but I can't help myself. Dean made me feel so loved. And he was so sweet. I think last night will always be my favorite night. And I don't want to be with any other boy. Even if I have to wait for Dean until the end of time, I will."