Huntress: The Hunter's Daughter Book 4 (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Thanksgiving Part 1

I down the street, my breathing hard. "Carter!" I call out as she disappears behind a building. Panting, I stop to catch my breath. You would think after doing this for four years I'd be able to do this without a problem.

I put my hands on my knees, my silver gun glinting in the moonlight. We are in Boulder, Colorado on a demon hunt. Well, I guess it's more of a Winchester hunt considering they were the ones who followed us here.

I hear a gunshot give out and taking a deep breath, I race towards the sound, my feet hitting the pavement hard. I round the corner and see Carter up in the distance. I am quick to make my way up to her and I stop.

"Hey," I say. "Everything good?"

She looks to me and breathes hard. "Yeah," she says. "Son of a bitch got away."

I wipe the sweat off my forehead and look back behind us. "What now?"

My sister shrugs. "I have no idea," she says. "I guess we just keep our eyes peeled. Looks like they're done playing games."

I nod and swallow hard, my breathing starting to return to normal. We've been running for most of the night, but the bastards were too quick for us, leaving us behind and out of breath.

"Alright," I say, sliding my gun into its hilt. "Let's get out of here then."

Carter nods back and we make our way back to where we had left our truck. Once we get in, I start the engine and drive back to our motel. "So, Em," Carter says. "Did you get Sam's text earlier?"

I sigh as I turn down another street. "Yeah," I say. "I got it."

Carter presses her lips together. "Are we gonna go?"

A light turns red and I slowly stop. I place my elbow on the window and rub my temples with my free hand, closing my eyes. "I don't know," I say. "Going back to Bobby's only ever gives me a headache now."

I still wear Michael's ring, though it feels heavy and I've contemplated taking it off. But when I do, my hand always feels naked. Every time we go to Bobby's for something, Michael always seems to be there. And don't get me wrong, I still love him with all of my heart, but sometimes he just doesn't know when to stop.

"Come on, Emma," Carter says, pouting. "It's Thanksgiving!"

The light turns green and I continue on down the road, our motel just up ahead. "I know," I say. "It's just..."

"Just what?" She says, crossing her arms. "You can tell me, you know. I know how you feel about Michael."

I bite my lip as we park. I turn off the engine and am about to get out when Carter grabs my arm, stopping me. "Hey," she says, her eyes serious but her tone soft. "You can talk to me."

I roll my eyes and shrug her off of me. I push my car door open and get out. "I know that I can talk to you, Cart," I say. "I just need to figure out what I need to talk to you about first."

I hear her huff as she gets out and slams her door. "I see the way you look at him, Em," she says, marching up next to me. "I'd be blind not to."

"Look," I say. "It's not really a big deal-"

"Not a big deal my ass," she says, stopping in front of me. She crosses her arms and glares at me. "Just four years ago you were practically ready to marry this man. What changed?"

I sigh and move passed her. "I don't know," I say honestly. "I guess I changed? I got older and I moved on. I don't understand why he hasn't."

"Because he loves you," Carter says, taking my hand as we walk to our room. "And he won't stop loving you unless you tell him that your feelings have changed."