Fatal (Winchester Sister 2)

Putting It All Together

Any chance you've heard from her? ... She's just gone, Ellen ... I can't keep calm! She's 15! How can she go missing? ... I've called her a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. ... I don't know, Ellen! ... Hang on.

"Emmy? Where the hell are you?"

"I don't know, Dean. How did I get here? Help me!" I was sobbing in a motel room, absolutely terrified.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down, honey. Where are you?"

I looked around for a sign or a motel matchbook. "Twin Lakes, Wisconsin, Room 109. How did- Oh, my God!"

"It's alright, just stay where you are. We're not far and we're on our way."

I hung up the phone and stared down at my bloody knuckles.

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15 minutes later, I got a knock at the door. "Em, it's us." I just sat on the bed. The door's unlocked. They opened it when the figured that out. I held a hard glare at the wall across from me, numb. I need answers.

Sam raced over and studied my form. "Are you bleeding?" he asked, referring to my knuckles.

"I tried to wash it off," I replied, quietly.

"Oh, my God," he exclaimed, clawing at the blood on my light coloured jeans.

"I don't think it's my blood."

"Whose is it?" Dean demanded.

I shrugged, "I don't know." I felt a tear fall down my cheek onto my hand.

"Em, what the hell happened?"

"I don't remember a thing."

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While Dean was gone, Sam made me shower and throw on some clothes that weren't blood-stained. "What did you find out?" he asked as Dean entered.

"You checked in two days under the name Sarah McLachlan. Your room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual."

"You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood?" I questioned, sitting back on the bed.

"Yeah. That's what I mean."

"How the hell did I get here? What happened to me?"

"I don't know but at least you're okay. That's the only thing that matters. Everything else we can deal with."

"What if I hurt someone, Dean? Or worse?"

"Em-"

"What if this is what Dad warned you about?"

"Hey, whoa! Let's not jump the gun here. We don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?"

I thought about that for a moment. Motel. Dirt. Some burger joint. West Texas. I took a deep breath and tried not to get overwhelmed. "West Texas. You made me go across the street to grab some food and then I woke up here." West Texas to Wisconsin. That's 16 hours. Oh, God.

"West Texas was over a week ago," Sam pointed out.

"That's it. That's the last thing. Then I was here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month."

"The manager said that you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back." Dean made his way across to the window. "So," he said, pulling back the curtain.

I stared at the bloody handprint that smudged its way along the window sill. "It's never too early to start having a drinking problem, right?" I joked, with a smile that showed that I was going to be sick. I'd ended up 16 hours away from West Texas in a week. I woke up with blood all over me, that wasn't mine. I've hurt someone and when we find out who, I won't be able to live with myself.