Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

Chapter 8: "You and Your Brother are Good People"

            Dean watched from outside the hospital door as the doctor stiched Emily up. She only grimaced a few times. She had turned down the drugs and requested to be let out as soon as possible. People in this town listened to her. Maybe it was because of this new air around her. She was different now, more powerful. She held herself better. He liked that. He knew that he would have a lot of explaining to do with Sam. But he knew somewhere in him that she was supposed to be with them. For something. He was drawn to her. More than he ever had with anyone else. And he couldn’t leave her alone, especially with the power she know possessed. He feared that she may become evil. And he had to not let that happen. She was right, she had kicked his ass. And if she was evil she would be a major foe. So there was some rational behind all this.

            He caught her eyes for a moment before she closed them and clenched her teeth. He was also worried that she was right about killing that thing with her bare hands. That was incredible. And he believed she did it. That meant she was a threat. He had to made sure she had a hold of her power. Maybe they should stop at Bobby’s and talk with him. He would find something. And maybe she could stay with him for the time being. She would be safe there. But right now he couldn’t think of leaving her. The thought of it made his chest swell.

            I walked out of the hospital and felt great not having to be there anymore. That place freaked me out. I walked right beside Dean and looked around for Sam. I didn’t see him but Dean walked right to the car. He was about to get in when he turned and stared at me. I just stared at him. There was something hard in his eyes. Like he was thinking about something that was awful. I didn’t want to ask but I was so curious.

            “Aren’t we waiting for Sam?” I asked softly.

            He shook his head lightly. “I called him while you were in there and we are going to meet at your house. He still hasn’t found anything yet.”

            I nodded and ducked into the car. I saw down easily and set my arm on my lap. It was wrapped in bandages. It was going to be a major pain in the neck. It was still a little stingy and I knew that it would keep stinging for awhile. Dean got in and started to engine. He pulled out and concentrated on the road.

            I watched his face keep still as he drove. I swallowed a lump in my throat. “Dean, whats the worst you have gotten injured?”

            He raised his lower lip and pushed down on the corners of his mouth making a goofy unsure expression. I grinned. He shrugged. “I don’t really know. They all seem kinda the same after a while. But I was shot by my own shot gun with rocksalt. That burns for hours. And it was a pain in the ass removing all the salt.”

            “A shotgun filled with rocksalt?” I asked a little frightened. “That is serial killerish.”

            He nodded. “It kind of is. But what we do is like serial kill all the demons and ghosts.”

            “Did you ever face vampires?” I asked feeling a little stupid for asking.

            He nodded. “Not as glamorous as Dracula.”

            “Right. I was thinking more of Anne Rice’s adaptations.” I mumbled looking out the window. It was a pretty fair day out and the sun was shining.

            “Not like that either.” Dean said simply.

            “What about werewolves?” I asked, my curiosity rising.

            He nodded. “I have met more than I would like. They can get nasty. Actually, don’t ask Sam about it. Bad memories with werewolves.” He frowned.

            I nodded slowly. “Do you have any bad memories with a creature?”

            Dean paused. “Just the run of the mill stuff.”

            “Run of the mill stuff? Dean- this isn’t normal. I have stitches from some mythical creature trying to kill me befor ei crushed its throat with my bare hands. You don’t just walk down the street and see that. You don’t just do that at parties.” I felt my voice start to crack. I didn’t want to lose it but my arm was starting to hurt again and I was a little tired.

            “I do.” He grinned a little sadly. “This my life, Emily. And if you really want to be in it, that will be yours. You can’t just walk away. I have tried. But you change in this line of work. You get sucked it and there is no turning back. Even if you want to.”

            I looked down at my hands and sighed. “What would I go back to, Dean? This is the only thing I have. This power or whatever is the only thing I can claim to. And I want to do something with it. I don’t want it to die away.”

            Dean cleared his throat. “Just stay close to me, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you.”

            I smiled and turned to look out my window. “Thanks, Dean. I am glad that I lost hope in life and let you two strangers stay over at my house. I would probably be dead right now. Or lost and scared.”

            “In a couple days you are going to wish we never met.” The harshness in his voice made me shrink back.

            I didn’t say anything for a couple minutes. I didn’t know what to say. I thought anything I said would be wrong. But I couldn’t take the silence. “I am glad I met you, Dean. I never met anyone who I actually enjoyed being near. You and your brother are good people and I think it is shit what you go through. But that is the cost of being a good person. And I will take it so no one else has to.” I smiled. “What else am I supposed to do? Work at the diner and surpress my powers the rest of my life?”

            “In a perfect world, yes. You should have the chance to by happy. Get married and have some kids-“

            “I don’t plan on getting married. I see where that leads, and no thank you for me. I am fine by myself. Maybe later I will have a kid with someone. But I am not a typical girl who dreams about white picket fences. I want adventure and I want a taste of life.” I ran my good hand through my hair. “You can’t talk me out of it.”

            “I know.” Was all he said. I didn’t know what he was thinking but the conversation dropped.