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

Chapter 9: Finally Home

Derek and I sit in the living room, the tv on. The guys would be back soon and I am giddy with excitement and nerves. Derek eats his cereal slowly, his eyes fixed on the tv. We were watching the news about some mysterious disappearances happening in northern South Dakota, but I keep getting bored every time I try to pay attention.

"Derek?" I say.

"Hm?" He asks, not taking his eyes off the screen, he moves his head towards me.

"Can we just keep... Whatever this is," I say gesturing to the two of us, "to ourselves for now?"

Derek's full attention is on me now, a look of confusion on his face. "What do you mean?"

I pick at a string on my blue flannel. "Well," I say. "I think it would just be best if we didn't tell anyone. Especially since Carter will be healing..."

"You don't want Michael to know, do you?"

I bite my lip. "Not yet, at least," I say. "Please?"

He sighs but nods, taking my hand. "Yeah. We'll keep it a secret. But only for now."

I smile. "Thank you."

He gives me a peck on the lips. These last two days have been us lounging around the house with a lot of making out. Everything about being with Derek was fast and passionate. Plus, he's a really good kisser.

He goes to lean in for another kiss when I hear the rumbling on an engine outside. I jump up out of nerves and excitement. I race to the door and swing it open as Dean and Sam climb out of the car.

"Hey!" Dean says. "Hold that door open for us, would you?"

I smile and nod. "Hey," I call to Derek. "Make room for Carter."

I watch as Michael helps Carter out of the car and I can't help but gasp. Carter is in even worse condition than the rest of us. Bruises and large gashes line her body, her clothes in absolute tatters. Her once beautiful, long black hair is now cut at weird angles. When she raises her head to me I can see large burn marks.

Sam helps Michael carry Carter up the porch. Once inside, they place her on the couch and I look to Derek. He presses his lips together, tears in his eyes. I feel a pang at my heart and I want to reach out to him, but I know now wasn't the time.

"Derek?" Carter says and Derek gets on his knees, taking the girls hand in his. Carter bursts into tears and Derek pulls her close to his chest.

"Hey," he says, smoothing out her hair. "You're okay now. You're safe."

Michael looks to me with a sad smile. "Hey," he says, walking over to me. He takes my hand and I fight the urge to remove it. "How are you feeling?"

My heart beats a million miles an hour and I look to Derek. He looks up at me and his eyes glance at mine and Michaels hands. I gently remove my hand and cross my arms. "Yeah," I say. "Just a little-taken aback."

Michael nods. "Yeah. They put her through hell."

Dean walks into the room, bloody towels in his hands. "Are you going to take her to the hospital?"

Dean shakes his head. "No. They would ask too many questions."

I bite my lip and look back to Carter. "Is she going to be okay?"

Dean sighs. "We think so, it will just take her longer to heal. Bobby's got a friend that will come over and stitch her up, but other than that... She'll just need to spend a lot of time in bed." He leaves the room then, taking the towels with him

I nod and walk over to Carter and Derek. Derek moves out of my way and I lean down to the girl. "Hey," I say.

"Hey, Emma," she says with a smile, tears running down her face.

I smile back and we hug each other. My heart drops. I feel like I've betrayed her and I glance up to Derek, but he won't meet my eyes.

"Do you need anything?" I ask softly, pulling away.

She shakes her head. "No. I think I just want to go to bed right now."

I stand up and Sammy and Michael help her up. They carry her up the stairs, disappearing. I let out a huge breath, one I hadn't realized I had been holding.

"You okay?" Derek asks, taking my hand.

I sigh. "Yeah. I think so. Just... A lot to take in is all."

He gives my hand a squeeze and gives me a quick kiss.

"What the hell?" A voice says and we both jump. I turn to see Dean, his arms crossed.

"Dean-" I say.

"No," Dean says, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "We'll talk later. You," he says, pointing to Derek. "Should be resting. Go."

Derek gives my hand a final squeeze and he quickly walks up the stairs.

"I can explain," I say, my voice in a whisper.

Dean shakes his head. "Does Michael know?"

I shake my head, looking down. "No," I say, ashamed. "And he won't know. At least, not right now."

Dean looks up the stairs, completely confused. "I like Michael. Derek? Eh, not so much."

I roll my eyes. "I'm going to my room," I say and walk upstairs, ignoring Dean's protests. I close the door behind me and give out a sigh. A few moments later, I hear a knock and I open it. Michael stands there, his hands in his pockets.

"You sure you're okay?" He asks and I can't stop the tears that begin to fall out of my eyes. I hug him, wanting so bad to say sorry, but he wouldn't understand why.

"I'll be fine," I say, pulling away.

He gives me an unsure look, but nods. "Okay," he says. "I'll leave you alone then."

"Thanks," I say and watch as he walks downstairs. Once he's gone, I burst into Derek's room. "We can't do this."

He looks up to me with a tired look. "Do what?"

"This," I say, gesturing between us. "It's too guilt tripping."

Derek rolls his eyes and gives a cold laugh. "I knew this would happen."

"I'm so sorry," I say, stepping forward and he shakes his head.

"No," he says. "I understand. Now, if you excuse me, I was trying to sleep."

I bite my lip and walk out, closing the door behind me. I walk back to my room and shut the door. "Great," I mutter to myself. "Good job, Emma."

Running my fingers through my hair, I plop down on my bed and I don't leave my room for the rest of the day.