Song: Highway to Hell - AC/DC
Authors note: The chapter where I have no idea what I'm doing. Oh and I have the next chapter all written up but I'm going to be mean and not post it until I get a proper comment on this one. Just because this chapter was a bitch to write.
Emmy leaned on the motel room door. It was the only way to stay almost dry. She didn't have a key so she couldn't go in. The rain poured down with force and since there was only a little shield from it the raid drops falling splattered on her shoes and jeans. She shivered from the cold and tried to wrap her leather jacket closer around her. The rain made the darkening scene in front of her even more depressing.
Dean and Sam both looked worried to find her out side the room.
“I forgot the key,” she confessed sheepishly.
“You must be freezing!” Dean rubbed her arms to warm her up.
“A little but mostly I'm just feeling stupid,” she told them as she was ushered in side.
“Don't be. I still think you're cuter than Sammy here,” Dean smiled at her. She wanted to point out that feeling stupid and being cute had nothing to do with each other but let it slide.
“If you don't mind I'll just go change in to something dry,” she was feeling like a long hot bath but there wasn't a bath tub in the bathroom. Besides it would have been rude to hog the bathroom like that.
“You want any help with that?” Dean asked and got a slap to the back of his head from Sam. “Hey!”
“I think I'll manage,” she closed the door to the bathroom and leaned on it.
She looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom. Cute huh, she thought. She looked like death warmed over. She didn't have any make-up on and her hair was a mess. Cute my ass. She washed her face and brushed her hair and chaned in to a baggy T-shirt, flannel pajama bottoms and woolly socks.
“Here. It'll warm you up,” Dean offered a her a paper cup with whiskey in it.
She sat down on the bed. She had had time to think about things as she had stud out side in the rain. There were things that needed to be settled. She took a deep breath and gulped down a bug mouth full of the whiskey. It burned her mouth and she could feel the liquid as it made it's way down to her stomach.
“Guys, I think we got to set up some ground rules. I admit that I don't know the first thing about ghost or monster hunting or living off the grid. But I'm not stupid. I can keep my mouth shut,” she said. She wasn't really good at keeping her mouth shut but it could be done. “I'll stay out of the way I promise but you can't keep things from me. If I don't know things I'm going to be in even more danger.”
Dean and Sam exchanged a look. She was beginning to hate that look. It was like they were reading each others minds. Having whole conversation with out a word. It was kind of cute really. Or would have been if she wasn't the one they were talking about.
“You're right, you are a civilian. And most of the time what we do is really dangerous. It's just that I don't want you to get hurt, and I promise you that, as long as I'm around nothing bad is gonna happen to you,” Dean told her.
“I really appreciate you looking out for me, I really do.”
“But?” he looked like she had just kicked him in the gut.
“But you can't be responsible for me. I get that you guys are taking a risk letting me tag along. I'm a ware of the risk I'm placing myself in. I get that. But I doubt that if I leave you guys and start hitch hiking from here, that I'll be any safer.”
“I could drive you to the buss station,” Dean offered. It wasn't the first time he had offered to drive her to the buss station and it wouldn't be the last.
“And I'd go... where?” she asked spreading her hands as wide as she could.
“Home?” Sam offered. People had homes. Most people anyway and a sweet person like Emmy surely had a family that cared about her and wanted nothing but the best for her.
“That's just it, I can't,” her confession seamed to deflate her completely. For a moment she had dissolutioned herself in to thinking that she wouldn't have to, that she could pretend that everything was just hunky dory with her. But it wasn't. “If I go home now I'll die, but you know, on the inside.”
Sam poured her another drink. “I can relate to that,” he mumbled.
“You know what? We all got issues. Hell, every one has issues. Cheers to that,” Dean held out his paper cup and Emmy clinked his with hers. She felt better, loads better.
They talked and drank whiskey and then talked some more.
Dean was the first to fall a sleep. It was clear when Dean fell asleep as he started snoring ever so lightly. He had been dozing off fro a while and not paying any attention to what she or Sam were saying. He was laying on the bed farthest from the door with the covers turned down. He was wearing only his white t-shirt and his boxers. He had his arms behind his head and his ankles crossed.
Emmy was sitting on one of the chairs with her feet propped up on the bed Dean was laying in. She rubbed her hands on her flannel pajama bottoms.
“Maybe we should turn in?” she whispered to Sam. He nodded at her and finished the drink in his hand.
Emmy did a small inspection of her things and then sat on the bed next to Dean. She turned to look at his sleeping face. She had done it ones, sure she had been unconscious from drinking too much, and she could do it again. She pulled the comforter over him and crawled in next to him.
“You really okay with sleeping there? Because you can always sleep with me. You know I'll behave,” Sam asked in a low voice.
“No offense but I think there's more room in here than there with you,” she told him with a smile.
“You might be right,” he gave her a lopsided smile filled with apology.
“Goodnight Sam,” she whispered.
Sam turned out the last light and the room fell in to perfect darkness. The only sound she could hear was the rain still pouring outside.