Blood, Sweat, and Tears ch. 7

Sam paced around the room for what seemed like hours. Emma glanced up at him every so often but her focus remained mostly on Dean. He was very pale and barely breathing. Emma began to worry about Sam though. He hadn’t slept much, definitely less than her and Dean. “Sammy,” she called very much as his brother did. Sam stopped pacing and looked over at her. “You need to get some sleep Sammy.” He looked over at her like a child pleading to stay up passed his bedtime. “Sam you’re not doin’ him any good pacing like that and you sure has hell won’t do him any good if you’re exhausted. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Sam knew she was right. He didn’t want to admit it but he knew. Sam sighed and lowered his head. “He wouldn’t take his eyes off me,” Sam told her looking over at his brother.

“Well your brother’s an overprotective, testosterone driven idiot,” she answered coldly. There was definite anger in her voice but unmistakable overwhelming fear in her eyes. “Get some sleep. My room’s upstairs go,” she said firmly.

Sam reluctantly obeyed and was asleep almost before he got to her room. Emma waited until Sam was upstairs before breaking down. A lot of stuff had happened between Dean and her the night before. She told him things she had never told anyone before, things about her boyfriend, her dreams. The two had confided in each other. Now, the closest things she had to a friend lay on the couch on the brink of death. A single tear fell from Emma’s right eye and landed on Dean’s forehead. She shut her eyes tightly to keep from crying.

Emma carefully climbed over Dean and walked into the kitchen. She got herself a glass of water and leaned against the sink. After a few hours, Emma thought she heard a faint voice. She ran back into the living room. “Sammy,” Dean whispered weakly.

Emma walked over to his side and sat next to him on the couch. She unconsciously took Dean’s hand. “He’s asleep Dean,” she whispered. “Do you want me to go get him?”

Dean shook his head slowly and opened his eyes. Emma looked down into his hazel eyes. There was fear in them, he didn’t want to show it but Emma could see it. “I feel like crap,” he muttered.

“You look worse,” she said with a smile. “Pale and sickly covered in bruises doesn’t really look good on you Winchester,” she said with a laugh. “Sammy’s been worried sick,” Emma stated, serious once more. “You should have seen him pacing. Finally, I told him to go get some sleep. He really needed it.

“I’m sure,” Dean said with a small laugh. He winced in pain as he did and groaned. “Sam’s never slept real well, at least not since Jess,” he said simply. “He has nightmares a lot.” Emma looked down for a moment, thinking about her own horrifying dreams.

“You’ll be fine,” she said with a smile. “The only thing I’m worried about is scarring,” she said looking down at his bare chest. “I mean, that looks good what happens if you have little scars all over your chest.” She shook her head and smiled at him. “You should be lucky to have a brother like him,” Emma said simply. “And he, you.”

Emma never had any siblings. That is why Sam and Dean’s relationship was so amusing to Emma. Dean smiled at her and finally noticed her hold his hand. When she wasn’t looking he glanced down and his smile widened. He squeezed her hand gently and she looked down, smiling. “You’re gonna be fine Dean,” Emma said softly. She was trying to convince herself more than to convince Dean. Her hand trembled as she held his.

He glanced down then back at her and slowly sat up. He winced as he did but pretended to be touch. It made Emma laugh a bit. Dean smiled at her and placed his hand on her face, lacing his fingers in her hair. “Don’t worry Emma,” he whispered. “It’s not your fault.” He knew that’s what she was thinking. He knew about her dreams, the dreams where she was a killer. The things she had done in her dreams almost made Dean sick. She wasn’t Emma in her dreams though, she was Natasha.

Emma bit her lower lip and rested her forehead against Dean’s. Tears fell from her eyes. “Yes it is,” she said softly. “I shouldn’t have come back,” she whispered. “I should have stayed in Dublin where I belong. I was such a fool to come here.”

“Emma,” Dean said firmly. “The kids didn’t go missing because of you,” he whispered softly. “Sam and I aren’t here investigating you, well now we are but that’s not why we decided to stay. We stayed to find those kids. This isn’t your fault,” he whispered looking into her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her lips lightly.

She tried not to cry as he kissed her. When he pulled away, she looked into his eyes, biting her lower lip once more. “I should just let her have me,” she said brokenly. “She’ll be done with her revenge and no more people will get hurt,” she whispered with tears in her eyes.

“No way in hell I’d let you do that,” Dean said quickly. “She might turn you and I’m not having you hurt Sammy.” Emma was a little disappointed. She understood Dean’s concern for his brother, but she had hoped he had said that because he cared about her. “Emma,” he said lifting her head to look at her. “Nothing’s going to happen to you,” he whispered. Emma noticed his eyes become more distant. He was still very weak.

Emma gently pushed him back down on the couch. “You need to rest,” she said softly. She stared at him for a moment before beginning to get up.

Dean grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. “Sam’s in your room,” he asked. Emma nodded but looked confused. “There’s room for two,” he said softly. There was something in his voice. This wasn’t just a line so he could sleep with her. He sounded like a frightened child that was afraid to sleep by itself. Emma smiled at her and curled up next to Dean on the couch, her head resting gently on his chest. She singing a song she had stuck in her head softly, “Alcohol” by Brad Paisley. “No way,” Dean said quickly. “You can get off if you’re gonna torture me with that.” Emma looked down at him, smiled slyly, and continued to hum, just to annoy him.


Emma dreamed again that night. This time it was different though, it wasn’t centuries ago. She was standing in the house, in her room and Sam lay on the bed, sleeping. She walked over to him slowly and sat down on the edge of the bed next to him. She ran her fingers through his hair gently and blew on his ear. “Sammy,” she whispered running her finger along his neck. Sam slowly opened his eyes. He seemed surprised by what he saw. ‘Emma’ simply smiled and ran her fingers gently over Sam’s lips. She leaned down and kissed him softly. Sam couldn’t resist. He kissed her back and placed one of his hands behind her head, pulling her closer. Her kisses slowly traveled down his neck. “What would you do for me Sammy,” she whispered in his ear.

“Anything,” Sam whispered breathlessly. His eyes rolled back in his head and he watched her with interest.

‘Emma’ smiled and suddenly she sank her teeth into Sam’s neck. At that precise moment both Emma and Sam sat straight up, no longer dreaming. Emma stood quickly, ran up the stairs, and actually met Sam half way. “Sammy,” she whispered staring at him.

“Emma,” he said seeming just as surprised. He looked at her; he knew that pale, sweaty look anywhere. He wore the same one. “Did you,” he asked and she nodded. They had the same dream. The two stared at each other for a moment before they heard Dean scream and they ran down stairs. Emma sat next to Dean and took his hand.

“Dean,” she called to him, hoping he’d wake up. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked up into her. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked over at Sam. “Dean what happened,” she asked softly.

“Nothing,” he said quickly. He had the same dream about their mother again. Dean looked over at Sam. He could never hurt Sammy, not even if their father had told him to. That’s where Dean drew the line with his father’s orders. There was no way that Dean could ever hurt his baby brother. He couldn’t kill the one he swore to protect with his life.

“What,” Sam asked when he noticed the way Dean was looking at him. “Dean?”

“I’ts nothing Sammy,” Dean said weakly. He looked up at Emma and smiled before slowly drifting out of consciousness one more time.

“He’s lying,” the two said in unison.

They looked at each other and smiled. “I wonder what he saw,” Emma said softly. Sam just shrugged and sat in the large chair across from them. It wasn’t long before Sam had fallen back asleep. Emma watched him sleep for a while. He was actually sleeping peacefully. Emma smiled as she lay back down next to Dean and curled up close to him.