The Young Hunter: The Hunter's Daughter Book 2 (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Awake

I slowly climb the stairs, the rest of the guys remaining downstairs. I make it to Michael's room, his door closed. I stop just outside of it, my heart beating fast. I place my hand on the door knob and slowly turn it. I peer into the room to see Michael still laying on the bed, but this time, his eyes are wide open.

His eyes make their way towards me and I smile, walking into the room. "Hey," I say, sitting down next to him.

He gives me a confused look. "Emma?" He says, his eyes welling up with tears. "Is that really you?"

I smile at him. "Yeah," I say, grabbing his hand. "It really is."

He crosses his eyebrows. "But, how? They took you away."

I shrug. "You were asleep for a long time. I've only been back for a couple days."

He slowly nods. "I want to sit up," he says and I help him into a sitting position. "I don't remember what happened. I remember... I remember you being stabbed. I thought you were dead and... I don't know. I can't remember anything after that."

"Dean says you threw quite the fit," I say, my voice soft. "How are you feeling?"

He groans. "Terrible," he says. "You want to hand me that water?"

I pick up the water bottle and hand it to him. He slowly drinks it and when he's done, I take it back. "Do you want to try to walk yet?" I ask him.

He nods and I help him into a sitting position where his legs are hanging off the bed. Slowly, he stands. He's a little wobbly on his feet at first but is quick to gain his balance. He takes a couple test steps and when it seems like he's good, I let go of him. He walks around the room a bit.

He turns to me, that goofy grin I've come to love plastered on his face. "I'm starving," he says. "Think the guys will let me drive to get a burger?"

I laugh and we walk downstairs. Michael's steps are slow and he takes his time walking down the stairs, but his strength seems to slowly be coming back. We walk into the kitchen where the others stand around Sam's computer. They stop talking about whatever they were discussing when they see us enter.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," Dean says and Michael laughs, stretching his arms over his head.

"I don't know about you guys, but that was the best sleep I have ever had," Michael says and I can't help but slap his chest. This results in a laugh. "What's for lunch? I'm starving."

Dean looks at the computer. "Well, we can stop by somewhere on our way to Los Angeles," he says.

Michael raises an eyebrow. "What's in Hollywood?"

Sam sighs and shuts his laptop. "Carter," he says. "Potentially. We don't have an exact location, but we think we got the general area down."

Michael nods. "Cool. I'm ready when you guys are."

"I'll go grab my stuff," I say.

"Hey," Dean says, stopping me. "You're not coming with."

I turn to look at him. "And why not?"

He gestures to my bandages. "Because the vamps will want to get you. It would be too easy for them to pick you up while we are getting Carter. We can't risk the two of you getting out of our reach again."

I cross my arms, suddenly angry. "Oh, but coma boy here can go with?"

"Emma," Dean says.

"I'm going with, Dean," I say.

He glares at me. "No, you're not," he says. I clench my fists, about to argue some more, but he stops me by saying, "That's an order young lady!"

My eyes go wide. "Fine, John," I say. I know that's cruel, but from the stories I've heard about their father, I know that's exactly how they were treated as kids. Dean's eyes go wide, but I storm out of the room and up to my room.