The Aftermath: a Dean Winchester Fanfic

chapter 2

Present Day-[Dean]

I woke up to an empty bed. I could tell Emery had once been here, and soon the memories came flooding back. The bed was still slightly warm, so she couldn't have left that long ago.

I looked up at the ceiling and ran a hair through my hair, frustrated. God, I love that girl, but she screwed up. She should have never done that to save Sammy and me.

I knew when I approached her about it, she was just gonna say that we saved her first, or that she just had to, but I can't stand it. She had six months years to live. Six short months before she ended up in Hell for us. I've been there, done that, and it's the last thing in the universe that Em deserves.

Why'd we have to go on that hunt? Why'd Sam and I have to get in so much trouble? And why did Em sacrifice herself to save us? We put that crap off limits a long time ago. It's a vicious cycle. None of us keep our promises when it comes to self-sacrifice I guess.

We've never been more alone, Sam and I. I just got back from Purgatory, Cas isn't here. Sam told me that when I was gone, Emery was the only person he could count on. She was there for him. She's our family. With all we've lost, I couldn't stand to lose Em too. Not gonna happen.

But I've already flipped off death so many times. I had no more tricks up my sleeve.

Until I could figure out what to do, I wanted to see her. I wanted talk to her, kiss her, get back into bed with her. Never let those frigging Hellhounds touch her.

I crept out of bed to go find Emery.

25 hours earlier
I let Emery drive to the hunt. Which was a very big mistake on my part.

It was supposed to be a little gift for her birthday. We don't do gifts very much with our life, but I told her she could drive Baby a few times, which she loves to take advantage of.

Every time she took a risky turn or a sudden stop, I cringed. Sam chuckled in the backseat.

"Only twenty more miles," I whispered to myself. "Hang in there, Baby." I patted the dashboard.

"I'm starting to think this car gets more affection than me," Emery said, smiling. Her medium-length blonde hair looked untamable and messy as we drove with all the windows down, but somehow she made it work. A pair of aviator sunglasses covered her chocolate brown eyes.

"Me too," Sam chipped in, smirking.

"Will you just focus and drive, please?" I told Em and ignored Sam.

"He's more protective over her, too." Em jokingly told my brother.

"Hey, hey, hey," I said defensively. "You two can take care of yourself. Baby, here, she's home, alright?"

Sammy smiled genuinely. "Can't argue with that,"

"Don't you two get all sappy on me," Emery jokingly rolled her eyes, but she grinned too. I honestly think she thought of the Impala as her home, too.

"To be fair, Em, Dean must like you an awful lot to trust you with his baby," Sam raised his eyebrows, impressed. "Took me years to convince him that I could drive."

"Ah, shut it, Sammy," I mumbled.

Em just laughed a bit. Given our history, it was an odd topic, but I hoped she knew I still cared.