Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

Chapter 18: "I am Right Here"

            Dean pulled the car into the first hotel they found after leaving the diner. It wasn’t a cruddy motel that they usually stayed at. He made sure that it was nice. He felt bad for leaving her behind and felt worse for making Cas babysit. Expecially a sister of his who has no recollection of him. Dean still couldn’t wrap his mind around Emily once being an angel. But he was proud that she fell from the insane angels up there and she still wasn’t one of those mindless zombies.

            He held the key in his hand as he opened his door and stepped into the dusk air. He turned to see Sam getting out of the car as well. But he didn’t hear or see Emily getting out. He tossed the key at Sam over the hood of the car and gave him a look.

            “Can you take her bag up to the room? We will be right up.” Dean said quietly.

            Sam nodded without questioning his older brother. He had caught the key easily in his palm and headed to the back of the car. Sam walked around and opened the side behind Dean. He grabbed Emily’s bag without a word and shut the door easily. He gave Dean a worried look before treading off to the room to set up the salt and make some antiangel bags.

            Dean sighed deeply and walked around the back of the car to Emily’s door. He felt the cold metal on his palm as he grasped the door handle and pulled the door out. Emily was hunched over with her chin pressed to her chest. She was fast asleep. Dean bent down and looked straight into her calm peaceful face. He almost felt guilty for having to wake her.

            He set his hand lightly on her arm and shook it. “Emily?”

            Her eyelids fluttered but she still seemed asleep. He watched her lips part and then a breath exhale. “Dean.” Her voice was low and not usual for her. Dean felt goosebumps pop all over his arms and back. “I know what happened in hell. I saw it. I saw all that you did to those souls.”

            Dean widened his eyes and felt like he would fall back. But her hand shot out and grasped his shoulder. She was turned to him and her eyes opened slowly. They were gold again. Dean felt scared and surprised. But he couldn’t seem to move. She stared into his face. Then her features lightened.

            “I am sorry that you had to do that. I am sorry that no one was there by your side and I am sorry you carry the guilt of starting all this. I am going to end it. I am going to give you back the years you spent in hell. I am going to make them pay for what they did to you.” Her voice had started to rise and get rough. Then her eyes closed and her features softened. She slumped forward.

            Dean caught her in his arms but couldn’t find the strength to move. Had she been sleep talking? What the hell was that? Dean wrapped his arm around her shoulder blades then curled his other arm under her knees. He grinded his teeth as he pulled her up awkwardly from his crouch. He repositioned her in his arms and then started toward the hotel room. He pushed the door shut with his back and heard Sam click the doors locked.

            Dean started for the stairs. As he was walking Emily groaned and wrapped her arms unconsciously around his neck and buried her face in his chest. He stopped walking for a second and looked down at her face against his chest. He felt something warm inside him. what she had said in that trance, did somewhere deep inside she mean it? Was her unconscious saying those things? All he knew was that she made him feel lighter. She actually made his chest stop aching and his head clear a little.

            “Dean.” She muttered softly under her breath.

            “I am right here.” He spoke softly as to not wake her up.

            She sighed and relaxed into him. He held her closer and walked to the stairs. He loved having her in his arms and he never wanted to put her down. But he had to leave her for the night. He had to go and save the world so she could live. She was his mission now. This soft person hanging to him was his job to protect. He started up the stairs and felt himself smile softly for the first time in a long time. It was a smile of pure relaxation and peace.