The Aftermath: a Dean Winchester Fanfic

chapter 4

Present Day-[Dean]

I held her. I just stood there and held Emery, and lied and said I knew I would fix it.

The truth was, I was scared. I was so sacred I was gonna lose her. My head was pounding from a hang over. I couldn't think straight. I didn't know how to get us out of that mess.

I was so mad at her. I was gonna come down her and lecture her about how she can't do that, how Sam and I aren't worth that.

But then I saw her soft, scared face. I saw how she was feeling, and I remembered it was how I felt right after I sold my soul for Sammy. I couldn't be mad at her, not after everything. Not when I could suddenly count the remaining times I could see that sweet face before she... before she was gone.

And she wanted to see her little brother. How can I be made at her through that?

"Hey," I said as I tried to stop a few tears dripping down my face. "How about we go drive for a bit?"

She nodded. She looked so beautiful-- even with her messy bed head and slightly smeared mascara from last night. "That sounds good,"

"We can pick up some coffee and pie," I smiled.

Em chuckled. "I'd like that,"

"We'll just drive around and eat and talk and you can tell me about everything, alright?" I said.

She nodded and quickly pulled herself together. In two seconds she went from this fragile looking girl to a strong one. "Meet you in the car in ten minutes?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you there, babe," I said. "You sure you're good for now?"

She shook her head, saying no. "But I can't sulk all day. A drive and some food and a long talk sound so good right now."

"Okay," I kissed her forehead.

Emery didn't let me hand go until she had to, and then went to her bedroom to get ready.

I turned away and mentally prepared myself to be strong for the day. At least for her.

16 hours earlier

We pulled up to the boyfriend's house. Honestly, if I didn't trust Em so much to take care o herself, I would've made her stay in the car. These Daeva things are nothing to frigging mess with.

"Got the flair?" I asked Sam.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Awesome," I said, loading my pistol. "Let's roll."

"Remember not to walk to guns blazing, Winchester," Em said to both Sam and I.

"And not to get too distracted by her ass," Sam whispered in my ear.

"Shut it, Sammy," I muttered.

Em rolled her eyes. She didn't hear what Sam said, but she was probably just sick of us bickering here and there-- but what can I say? We're brothers.

We knocked on the door. No answer. It was getting dark.

Em tried the door. It was locked. She motioned to me. I kicked it in.

"F.B.I!" Sam said as we entered.

We walked into the dark house. I saw the alter thing and freaky book sitting on the coffee table-- like it had been used recently.

"I'm gonna go check upstairs," Emery said. "You two search here and the basement?"

"Sam," I said. "Go with her." It was probably safer upstairs anyway, but I didn't want either of them alone-- not with this kinda monster.