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

Chapter 21: Nevada Motel Room

Boombox by Laura Marano blasts the radio as we drive down the interstate in Nevada. Michael didn't agree with my music taste, but I didn't care. I was having fun dancing in the seat next to him.

Dean has tried calling me a few times since the other night, but I ignored it every single time. I did shoot him a text to reassure him that I was still alive. When the road trip first started, Michael had been nervous and had been constantly checking the rearview mirror as if the impala was going to pull up behind us at any minute. But after awhile, he seemed to loosen up. 

And honestly, I've never felt more alive.

We pull into the parking lot of some motel in some town in Nevada. Michael gets our room and we quickly enter and plop down on our beds. We had gotten some clothes yesterday, so I'm quick to change into my fuzzy pajama pants.

"You hungry?" Michael asks, grabbing his car keys. "I'm going to run to that convenient store we passed."

"Can you get me a hot dog?" I ask and he smiles.

"One hot dog, coming right up." I laugh and I lay down as he leaves. These last two days have been an absolute blast. I almost forgot that I'm being hunted by demons and my own father.

Like it was on cue, my phone starts ringing. I groan when I see Dean's caller ID filling the screen. Taking a deep breath, I decide to answer it.

"Hello," I say, not trying to sound like I'm not annoyed.

"Where are you?" He demands. "We've been looking for you for ages. Castiel is having troubles keeping an eye on you."

"I'm fine," I say, frustrated. "Will you stop calling me every five minutes?"

"Emma Winchester, you better explain to me right this instant as to what has gotten into you," he says. "I thought we were over this."

I laugh. "Yeah. Right. Like it can go away over night," I snap.

I can practically see his eye roll. "Like I didn't know that. But I thought you had told me what was wrong. Why the hell would you run away?"

I bite my lip. "I don't know," I say. "I just know I needed to do something different. I felt like I was being suffocated in that apartment and we were obviously not leaving anytime soon. Plus, I'm tired of being around everyone. I just need a break. A moment to breathe."

"And you think running away is the answer?"

I sigh. "No," I say. "But it's better than being sent back to Bobby's or something equally as boring."

"Emma," he says with an exasperated sigh. "Just promise me one thing.

"What?"

He hesitates before saying, "You'll stay safe. There's a lot of demons bastards on your tail. I trust Michael to take care of you, but you two need to be extra careful. You understand?"

I sigh and look up to see Michael entering with food. "Yeah," I say. "I promise. We'll be safe."

"And you'll update me on your location?"

"Dude, no," I say. "You'll just come after us."

"No," he says and I can hear the strain in his voice, like saying this was painful on him. "We won't. We'll respect your space. But if something goes wrong I want to be able to find you."

I sigh. "Fine. We are in some small town in Nevada. Just outside California."

"Why the hell are you guys there?"

I shrug. "I wanted to see the Hollywood sign."

He laughs. "Alright," he says. "You be careful, now, okay?"