Broken Things (A Supernatural FanFic)

Chapter 45: Fly Us Home

            Dean just stared forward as they appeared back in the hotel room. He had tears in his eyes but they weren’t sad, they were heart lifting. He had seen what he would have if he ever made it to heaven, and it opened his eyes to what he was living toward. He wasn’t ready to give up the fight just yet. He took Emily’s hand in his and pulled her over to the door. He had to see Cas and Sam. He just wanted to see them and then  go out and get back in the game. They walked over into the other room hoping to catch them.

            When they opened the door to see no one inside Dean spotted a note on the table. He didn’t let go of her hand as he pulled her to the table. Dean picked up the note and held it so they both could see. Sam wrote that they went to the hospital to speak with the daughter. Dean dropped the note and turned to Emily. She was staring at him with the eagerness of a young child.

            “How about we break into the murder house?” Dean asked her in more excitement than he heard in himself in a very long time.

            She smiled and nodded. “Sounds like fun! But we don’t have to break in, I can just put us right in there. I will just focus-“ She closed her eyes and squeezed his hand. “-on the murder. In my vision I had seen the man in the family and heard what he said. I saw what he saw. I can see the place in my mind where she was sitting in the blood.”

            Blood started to drip from her nose but before Dean could act he blinked and they were in a pitch black room. He felt her hand let go of his as he listened to her footsteps. He heard a click and the lights came on. Emily was on the other side of the room with her finger on the switch. Blood flowed down her chin and her face paled when her eyes fell on the stained carpet. Dean looked down and saw the blood as well. It was sprayed everyone one the walls.

            “There was a lot of rage in that single little girl.” Her voice was monotone.

            Dean looked back up into her eyes and saw that the blood stopped and it was starting to dry on her face. She was staring at the floor. “I am going to check the kitchen for some paper towels or something. Stay right there.” Then he walked through the darken house for a few minutes before he stumbled upon the kitchen.

            He grabbed a roll of paper towels and headed back the way he had come. He walked in to see she was standing in the center of the room. Her head snapped up toward him and he saw her golden eyes shine at him. She held her finger up to her lips to keep him quiet. Then she turned back and held her hand up like she was holding something.

            “She had taken the knife from the kitchen drawer.” Emily’s voice was different, it sounded strong and almost ancient. “There wasn’t a thought in her mind, it was peacefully silent. She came down here and stood right here with the knife in her hand. She let out a scream that broke the night silence. Her parents came running down the stairs to help her. She played on their love for her. She took the knife and when they got close, she took it to her mother’s shoulder first.”

            Emily’s arm swung out in the same pattern as the girl’s had done. “Her mother had stumbled back and that is when she stabbed her father in the chest. He had died almost instantly, straight to the heart.” Emily tore the knife forward in the air and stopped suddenly. “She watched the light leave his eyes before she let him fall and turned to her mother.” Emily turned and she was facing Dean. “She took the knife and slashed her throat. One lean sweep.” And Emily’s arm cut perfectly horizontal across the air. “She watched her mother fall. Looked at both her deceased parents.” Emily let her hand open and she saw in her mind the knife fall to the ground.

            “Emily?” Dean whispered after she stood there motionless a few minutes. He didn’t dare take a step toward her because he was scared of what she was seeing and he didn’t want her to attack him.