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

Chapter 10: One Year

Five Months Later

One year.

I look up at the ceiling. I lay on the couch, my hands rested on my chest. Sam and Dean are on their way back from a hunt, Michael is visiting his Aunt Hannah, and Bobby is helping a friend out in Nevada. Derek and Carter are somewhere in the house, probably both sleeping seeing as it's three in the morning.

After tossing and turning for hours, I had finally given up and walked downstairs. I feel wide awake as I lay here on the couch. My head spins and tears keep threatening.

It's been one year since my mother's death. One year since this crazy rollercoaster has started. I can't believe it's been this long... Time went by fast. And I find myself missing my mother more and more as I sit here.

I sit up and push things away on the cluttered coffee table. I pick up my mother's old journal and I smile. It had been thrown here a couple months ago after we found out why the vamps were after me. I open it and take in my mother's handwriting, the way she looped her y's and didn't dot her i's. 

I run my hand over the pages and let a tear fall onto the back of it. "I miss you, Mom," I mutter to myself.

"Hey," a voice says and I jump. I turn to see Michael standing in the doorway.

My eyes go wide and I race to him. He has his arms open already and I crash into him. "I didn't know you were coming back!"

He laughs. "I thought I would surprise you. How are you feeling?"

I shrug. "Alright, I guess. I can't sleep."

He runs his hands up and down my back. "C'mon. Let's sit down." He leads me to the couch and we both sit down. I lay my head on his chest and take a deep breath, taking in his scent. He smells like pinewood and mint.

"It's been a year," I say. "I can't believe it's been that long."

I feel him nod. "Yeah," he says. "And that means in a couple days it will be a year when you first met your father."

I smile at that. "I guess that's one good thing out of all of this."

He laughs. "Thanks."

I lightly slap his chest. "And you, of course, you dingus."

He rolls his eyes and puts a hand on my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I feel my heart speed up and I lean into his hand, closing my eyes. I open my eyes again to see his face inches from mine. I can feel his breath on my lips and he rests his forehead on mine.

These last five months has been hectic. Ever since breaking things off with Derek he's practically ignored me. Carter spends all her time in her room. Sam and Dean are always gone. Bobby comes and goes. Michael has been the only one who has really been there for me.

I swallow and lean the rest of the way in, our lips finally meeting. I savor the kiss though my mind is elsewhere.

Three months ago

I huff and stomp my foot on the ground. Michael laughs which only makes me angrier.

"Oh come on, Em," he says. "Don't get angry."

I rub my newly, pained shoulder and glare at him. "You didn't need to punch me that hard."

He rolls his eyes. "Do you think a demon or some other monster is going to go light on you? If you want to be fully prepared, you got to be trained properly."

I cross my arms and glare harder. "You're a jerk," I say and can't help the smile that spreads my face when he charges me, his arms wrapping around my waist. He lifts me up in the air and I squeal. "Michael! Put me down!" I bang my hands on his shoulder, both of us laughing.

He sets me down and looks into my eyes. He brushes a strand of my blonde hair from my face and smirks down at me. "I think you actually hurt me there."

I smirk back. "Good. You deserv-" I am cut off by him crashing his lips to mine. I feel myself pull him closer to me, my hands clenched to his black, cotton shirt.

"Sorry to interrupt," a voice says and we quickly jump apart. Derek stands on the porch, his arms crossed. "But Dean is back. He wants to speak with you inside, Emma."

He gives me a cold look and I can't help but feel guilty. Things haven't been the same between us for what feels like forever. He tries to avoid me at all costs, choosing to lock himself up in his room instead. And it's not just me he seems to be avoiding. Carter has a tendency to come to me in near tears, upset that Derek was a jerk to her yet again.

"Okay," I say with a nod and I follow him inside.

That wasn't the only time Michael and I have kissed. I'm not sure what we are exactly, but I don't even know if I want to be more. I'm still learning how to be a hunter, and from the stories that the others have told me, I want to keep myself from allowing myself to be close to anyone.

"Emma," Michael says, his lips vibrating against mine. My hands run through his hair. Every inch of me is telling me to stop, but I can't. He's been gone for almost two months and I missed him like crazy.

I feel his hand move up my shirt and I feel myself freeze. "Michael," I say, pulling away.

He sighs and stands up. "I'm exhausted. I'm going to rest up. You should the same before your dad and uncle get back."

I sigh and look up at him. He puts his hand out to me and I grab it. He pulls me up and I go in for another hug. "I missed you," I whisper into his shirt.

He smoothes down my hair. "I missed you, too, Em."

I look up at him and smile. "You head up. I think I'll stay up for a bit longer."

He nods. "Alright. Just make sure you do get some sleep, okay?"

I nod. "Yeah. Of course."

He gives me a light kiss on my cheek and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. "Goodnight," he says and I smile even harder.

"Goodnight, Michael." I watch him venture up the stairs. Once he's out of sight, I give out a huff and plop back down on the couch. I look up at the ceiling once more, sleep seeming too far away.