Cinematic Universes United

Chapter 11

Jakie POV

I explain everything to Dean. Emily ends up getting Sam so he could hear the conversation as well, as it involves him. I explain that I didn't want them knowing because I knew they would freak out and ask lots of questions, I also didn't know when the right time was to tell them and it never really came up, that is until Emily told me Dean was feeling strangely towards me. I tell them that Scott was in on it too, I told Scott to say they were siblings to get the suspicion off of me. After my long explanation, they end up leaving the room to go to bed, as I figure it is getting late and decide to tuck it in for the night. I put away my book, resting it on the nightstand, along with my earbuds.

Tonight I can't sleep. I know it's because I gave myself the option of sleeping with him and now I'm attached once again, but I try as hard as I can to push the feeling down and tell myself if I got used sleeping without him once, then I can do it again.

I hear shuffling throughout the house and take it as a signal that at least one person is up. I groggily open my eyes and toss my blankets off of myself. I turn so that my feet dangle off the bed, and sit there for a little bit, just relaxing, and then get up. I slowly open the door to my room, and it squeaks like the loudest thing I've ever heard. I open it up faster and step out into the hall. I make my way down the stairs and to the kitchen. I hope the one person up is not Newt then I will have to make up a reason to go back into my room. In the kitchen to my relief, is Dean making coffee, in a long green robe, and slippers. He obviously hears me and gets another mug down from the cupboard. He sits at the kitchen table and sets the second cup down next to him on the corner of the table.

"Why can't you sleep?" I ask, sitting down, and taking a sip of the bitter liquid.

"Usual reasons, ya see... I'm going to Hell in around a week or so, and the dreams get more intense every night." He explains, and gestures for me to explain what I'm doing at this hour of the night. "What about you?"

"Newt... He's acting strangely. I can't tell why, I have a little bit of an idea, but it's just overall really weird. I moved out of our room, and I just don't know what to do!" I confess and look at the clock that's on the stove. 12:34.

"And let me guess, you can't sleep, because you're used to sleeping in the same bed with him?" He implies correctly as if he was reading my mind, and I nod in response.

"Yup," I say, and take a big gulp of coffee, burning my tongue.

"Okay." He answers, taking a sip of his drink, and having no reaction whatsoever. "Good luck with that."

"Yeah," I sigh. "I think I'm gonna go back to bed." I finish my cup and grimace at the bitterness, but rinse it out all the same. I hear soft, uneven padding down the stairs, and don't need to turn around to see that Newt has made his way into the kitchen. He grabs a mug from the cupboard, fills it with coffee, and sits down in the seat that I was previously sitting in. I grab my cup out of the sink, refill it with my brown delicacy, and sit down next to him.

"We need to bloody talk." He starts, reading my mind.

"I was going to say the same thing. What's going on with you?" I ask, placing a hand gently on his arm. He flinches slightly, but I keep my arm there reassuringly, and he relaxes. We hear the faucet running, and then a thud of a cup into the sink. We hear the retreating footsteps of Dean, as he goes back to his and Emily's room.

"Hmm, What could possibly be going on with me? WELL FOR STARTERS, I JUST FOUND OUT MY BLOODY GIRLFRIEND IS A WEREWOLF!!" He shouts, not caring that the others are trying to sleep. I remove my hand from his arm and scoff.

"Well, you're taking this well," I say snarkily, he rolls his eyes. "And it's not my fault some rabid animal decided to bite me!"

"Yeah, but you could've told me earlier!" He yells as a crowd starts to form in the doorway.

"I was worried about how you would react, and I was right to be!" I scream and can feel myself losing control.

"Well, you... Well, you... Well, you could have..." He stutters, at a loss for words. I feel feminine arms wrap around me, and they whisper, "The sun, the moon, and the truth... Three things that cannot long be hidden."

I groan, and fall to my knees, bringing Emily with me. I feel myself turning, and push her away. My claws have already formed, and as I push her, I accidentally scrape Emily's stomach, and she yells out in pain. Dean rushes over to her, and I can faintly hear her jagged breathing from beside me, as I transform into the first stage. My claws out, teeth bared, and eyes a vibrant yellow. Newt finally realizes what's going on, and rushes over to help Emily, as if I don't even exist. I run, and run, and run, out the door and away from everything. Emily's house is located not too far from a big mountain with my speed I could probably get there within 10-15 minutes. I run there as I have memorised my way there.

I stop and stand at the edge of the cliff staring out into the deep blue ocean. I shift back with only my eyes still glowing, and feel the silent tears start to roll down my face. I feel so peaceful out here. No worries just the calmness of the forest and the soft crashes of the water. What if I just stay out here... I deserve it... to be secluded from the group. I have been enough of a burden I need to stay away. Live my life somewhere else. 

"Jakie..." I hear from behind me, I turn around to see Newt standing behind me with a sad look in his eye. 

"Newt... What are you doing here?" I question. 

"I came to come to take you back home." He states cautiously. 

"I don't wanna go home. I should just stay here, not causing any harm." I reply. 

"Jakie, you need to come back. It wasn't your fault." He tries to say calmly. 

"But it was! If I didn't lose control we wouldn't be in this situation right now!" I yell as tears run down my face. 

"Jakie-" He starts but I cut him off as I run trying to get past him so I could run away never to be found again but Newt caught a grip on my waist. I try to wiggle out and reach where my freedom could be, but I never reach my goal. I break down crying as I sink to the wet grass.

Dean POV

I'm trying to stop the bleeding, but the cut is just so deep. I lay Emily on the couch, and she keeps slipping in and out of consciousness. I lift up her shirt to just under her bra and wrap some gauze around her torso, that I found lying around the house. She groans and tries to sit up, but I just push her back down, gently.

"Hey, Sweetie." She says weakly and falls unconscious.

"I love you," I whisper, kissing her forehead.

About a half an hour later, I hear the purr of my beloved car pull into the driveway, and after a couple minutes, see Newt help Jakie into the house, and she's wrapped in Emily's blanket. Emily wakes up and looks around the room, confused.

"Hiya, Shank," Minho says and comes to the couch to give her a hug.

She just looks at him blankly, after he cautiously backs away, she breaks out into a giggle, and Minho takes it as a cue that he can give her a hug. After he releases her, Thomas, Sam, and Newt also give her gentle embraces. Jakie quickly walks away, and Newt follows.

"I'm gonna go to the restroom." Emily rushes, before getting up. She clearly gets dizzy and leans on me for support.

Emily POV

I lean on Dean for support, and my stomach hurts like hell. We make it to the bathroom, and I do my business, but when I stand up, there's blood where I didn't get cut. My stomach feels like it's exploding in pain, and I unlock the door and stumble into Dean. I start sobbing into his shirt, and I don't think he understands what's happening. He rubs my back and slides us down the wall so that we are seated.

"What's wrong, Emily?" He asks, clearly upset that I'm not happy.

"I need to go to the hospital... now!" I cry into his shirt. "I need to know if our baby's okay!"

"Okay." He says and gets up.

We go over to where the coats are, and he lets me get mine on. Once we're both in our coats, he lifts me up bridal style and carries me out to the car.