The Aftermath: a Dean Winchester Fanfic

chapter 14

[Dean]

After Em left, I didn't really know what to do with myself.

I was pretty sure Sam was still mad at me. I didn't blame him, but on top of losing Emery, it felt like my whole world had collapsed.

I had to get out of the Bunker that suddenly felt lonely without her, away from the failed research, away from my angry brother. So, about two and a half weeks after Em left, I went off to Oklahoma to gank a ghost on my own.

I didn't have my phone on me when she called.

"Damnit!" I muttered when I saw I missed Emery's call. I had been calling her every day. Every single day. And the one time she calls me back, I was digging up a dead body. At least I had solved the case. I could focus on Emery, not some ghost.

I felt some relief when I saw she left a voicemail. At least she was willing to talk to me. As I sat in the Impala, I played the message.

"Hey, Dean. It's me," Emery said and chuckled a bit. I could tell she was nervous. She sniffled a bit. "It's been a while. I'm not sure whether I wanna punch or kiss you right now. Damn, that sounds pathetic." Em took a deep breathe. "Alright, seriously. I just wanna say I'm sorry, I guess. And you know I'm no good at the whole apology thing. But I'm sorry I did what I do best-- I ran away. I thought pushing you away now would protect you later. Hell, I thought it would help me get through the next few months. I think I was wrong. Maybe you are my weak spot. Maybe I'm gonna need you guys until the very last moment." She paused, and it sounded like she was trying not to cry. "What you did back there is almost unforgivable. Almost. Because at the end of the day, Dean, I'm just way too in love with you. It hurts and it sucks. But that's what family is, right? I'm sorry things with you and Sam have been rough, and I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed that support. I just don't wanna run away anymore. I can't promise we'll be what we were. I can't promise anything. But--" she choked up a little. "I wanna make things right. Just call me back, or maybe send a text if you wanna meet up or something. Let me know. Bye."

I sat in silence for a few minutes, taking in her words. Then I replayed the message. It was so good hearing her voice again.

Once I got my bearings, I started driving back to the Bunker and decided to just text Em.

I typed, Hey, Em. Just got your message. It's real good to hear from you again. I'm driving back to Lebanon now.  Would you maybe wanna meet up and get coffee?

In a few minutes, I got a response.

Yeah. How about tomorrow at noon, up at the diner?

She meant the diner right down the street from the Bunker; the place we went to the morning after she sold her soul. It was definitely one of Em's favorite places.

I replied, See you then.

Everything seemed a little better after that. I could fix this. I had to.

[Emery]

After I called Dean, I went back inside and made up with Luke. We ate dinner together and everything seemed alright. He left a little afterwards.

Then I got Dean's text, made plans, and went to bed. I was going to leave fairly early in the morning to get to Lebanon by noon.

The next morning around seven, I put on dark, ripped skinny jeans and a cut-off grey hoodie. I didn't bother with makeup. I tied my combat boots and left the apartment around seven thirty.

I got some nerves while I was driving. I didn't know what I was gonna say. I didn't know what I wanted. The classic rock music helped calm me down a little.