Blood, Sweat, and Tears ch. 8

Dean slowly regained consciousness and noticed Emma lying next to him. She had finally fallen asleep. He took a moment to admire her. She had an innocent beauty that had never caught Dean’s eye before. He smiled at the sleeping beauty next to him. His mind quickly turned to thoughts of what would happen to her. He was quickly becoming far too attached to this girl. It was unlike anything Dean had experienced. He was close to Cassie, maybe even loved her, but Emma was something completely new for Dean. He had told Cassie his secret after two weeks together. Emma learned the truth within only hours of meeting the brothers.

Dean’s gaze slowly rose to his brother. Sam was asleep in a chair across the room. Dean smile, Sam was finally sleeping somewhat peacefully. It had been a long time since Dean had seen Sam actually sleep. The sun was beginning to rise and he was getting his strength back slowly. He jumped a little when Emma moved curled up closer to him. Dean smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. Emma’s eyes slowly opened and looked up at him. Their eyes met and for a moment Dean’s mind stopped working. She was breathtakingly beautiful in a very simple way.

She smiled at him and before she could comprehend what was happening she felt Dean’s soft lips press against hers. Emma did the only think she could think of at the time and kissed him back. There was a fire, a burning in her kiss that she didn’t fully understand. She heard a soft moan escape Dean’s lips, obviously surprised by her actions. Dean didn’t fight it though. He turned so he was on his side, facing her. Emma placed her hands on Dean’s bare but bruised and bite mark covered chest. Emma had never felt this way before. It was so much more than the obvious physical desire between the two. Emma felt safe in Dean’s arms. She was safe from pain, her family’s legacy, loneliness, loss, and even death.

She moved closer to him and felt his body just barely touch hers. Emma’s eyes rolled back and closed as Dean’s lips moved to her neck. Her heart was racing as was his as he slid his hands under her shirt. Emma opened her eyes slowly. “Dean,” she whispered breathlessly. “Dean,” she said a bit stronger this time. Her heart pounded in her chest as she slowly shook her head. “Sam,” she whispered.

Dean looked passed her to his little brother. She was right. They needed to stop before the got carried away and couldn’t stop. Dean sighed softly and looked into her eyes. He wasn’t falling for her. He couldn’t be. That just wasn’t like Dean. He had only known Emma a few days. Granted, sleeping with women he had just met wasn’t new to Dean, there was more here. It was more than just a physical attraction. There was something about Emma that made Dean feel whole. That terrified him. His dad had been happy, complete, when his mom died. Sam had been happy when Jess died; Dean didn’t want to lose Emma like that.

Emma saw it in his eyes, fear. “What,” she whispered

Dean didn’t get a chance to answer her. Right after she spoke one of their cell phones rang. Sam bolted up and picked up the phone. He was completely oblivious to the precarious position his brother and Emma were in. “Hello,” he said groggily. Sam’s eyes opened wide, which told Dean exactly who it was. Dean sat up slowly, as did Emma. Sam got up and handed Dean the phone. Emma looked back and forth between the two with a worried and confused expression.

Dad,” Dean said quietly. Emma turned to look at him. “Dad we’re,” he paused as his father interrupted him. “Dad.” Dean sounded as though he was pleading with his father. Finally, he sighed dejectedly. “Yes sir,” he said quietly before hanging up the phone. “Emma get up.” Emma stood slowly and reluctantly. Dean looked up at his younger brother. “We have to leave Dad-”

“What,” the other two said in unison.

“Dad said-”

“I don’t care what Dad said Dean. You can hardly sit up,” Sam shouted.

“Sam,” Dean said angrily. He glanced over at Emma who was fighting back tears. “Emma I’m-”

“Get out,” she said coldly, her lower lip trembling. “Get out now!”

“Emma,” Dean whispered as he slowly stood. Emma took a step back.
“Go,” she said coldly. She was unable to hold back the tears now. “Get out you stupid, lying, son of bitch,” she screamed.

Dean’s heart sank. He turned slowly and picked up his shirt and coat, then headed for the door. The sun was up now and Dean began slowly walking back to the hotel.

The instant Dean left the house Emma fell to her knees and began to cry. Sam sighed and knelt in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her back and forth. “Shh,” he whispered. “It’s not your fault, Emma,” He said quietly. “Dean just needs to fix his priorities.” Sam sighed and looked into Emma’s eyes. “Emma I gotta go make sure Dean doesn’t drop dead on the way,” he said softly. Sam stood slowly and ran after Dean. He didn’t want to leave her like that but Dean was in no shape to walk that far. “Dean,” Sam called after his brother. He managed to get to Dean just in time to catch him. “Whoa,” he said has his brother fell into his arms. Sam slowly lowered Dean so he was sitting on the ground. “I told you Dean, you aren’t in any condition to go anywhere.” Sam sighed. “Dena I know you want to listen to Dad. I understand Dad needs us but Dean, she needs you more,” Sam told him.

“Get the car,” Dean said coldly.

“No,” Sam answered. A sudden sharp pain shot through Sam’s head and he let go of his brother. He saw small flashes of something. Emma was walking down the steps to her basement. She walked down the stairs and into the room that had all the papers. Suddenly a man pushed her against the wall and that’s all Sam saw. He was torn. He couldn’t leave Dean but at the same time he couldn’t let Emma get hurt.

Dean looked over at him. “What,” Dean asked worriedly.

“Emma,” Sam said before he stood and sprinted back to Emma’s house. He ran through the door and looked in the living room. “Emma,” Sam shouted. There was no answer. Sam ran down into the basement and stopped dead. Natasha was holding Emma against the basement wall. That’s not what horrified Sam though. Sam vaguely heard someone enter the house. He heard Dean call his name but didn’t answer. Dean slowly walked down and stopped behind Sam. What Dean saw made him turn and throw-up.

Lying on the ground in a pool of blood was their father. It wasn’t just that though. There was a look of pure horror on John’s face and he seemed badly burned. Dean couldn’t fight back the tears, though he tried. Sam on the other hand completely broke down and fell to his knees. Natasha took her attention off Emma and turned to the boys. She smiled at them. “You should not have crossed me,” she said simply. “I wanted her life, her blood, my vengeance, and nothing more. Then you two had to interfere. You had to be punished.” She made it seem as though her actions were completely justified.

Dean turned his gaze from his father to Emma. He was responsible. He should have been strong and disregarded his father’s words for once. Emma’s eyes were full of sadness. “Now is not her time yet,” Natasha said simply. “You have not suffered enough.” She let go of Emma and disappeared. Dean did his back to run over to Emma and held her in his arms. She kept telling him she was sorry. Dean comforted her and looked over at his little brother. Sam stared brokenly at the body as the room began to shake.