Wild Angel Ch. 3

Sam sighed and paced back and forth across the room. He looked over at Dean, who was holding the sleeping form of a blood-soaked Emily. Dean had a wet cloth and he was trying his best to clear the blood off of her. Sam leaned against the wall and glanced up at his brother a couple times. The look in Dean’s eyes Sam had never seen before. He watched as his brother gently brushed away the blood from her face, moving her blood-soaked hair out of her face as well. There was a look of pain in his eyes as he looked down at the girl. Not only was there pain but there was confusion and anger. Finally, after he could take it no longer, Sam pushed himself away from the wall and cleared his throat. “I’m gonna umm… I’m gonna see what I can figure out,” Sam said softly. “Ask questions about the family, see if maybe there’s someone she would…hurt.”

Dean simply nodded, he was obviously too distracted by Emily to really hear what Sam had said. Sam sighed and headed out of the hotel room. When he got to the door Dean finally looked up. “Don’t you wreck that car,” Dean said. Sam smiled faintly and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. When Sam got outside he noticed the painful pang of an emotion he didn’t really understand, jealousy. What was he jealous of? Sam decided to think little of it and he got in the car and pulled away from the hotel.

When Sam was gone Dean looked down at Emily once more. He bit his lip and sighed. She was drenched in blood and he had no idea where it came from. Dean set the girl on the bed, knowing the owners of the hotel would be furious about this. Then Dean stood and walked into the bathroom. He knelt over the side of the tub and turned on the water, waiting for it to fill up. Then Dean walked out of the bathroom and back over to Emily. He picked her up and carried her into the room. Then Dean took off the clothes he had given her last night and sat there for a moment, holding her unconscious form in his arms.

He thought for a while on what would be the best way to do this. Again, as the night before, the fact that she was completely naked meant very little to Dean. That was not usually the case for women and Dean. However he was much more concerned with the blood that covered her body. He didn’t want her to wake up and find herself covered in blood it would frighten her. So Dean picked took off his socks and shoes, but that was the extent of his stripping. Then he climbed in the tub, holding her in his arms still and sat down.

Dean still held the cloth he had been using in the other room to rid her of the blood. He set her down in the water and wiped the blood away. After a few moments she was clean once more, though the water had a red tint to it. He stood and climbed out then carried her to the other bed and pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. Dean grabbed some clothes, went into the bathroom and changed before reemerging to find Emily curled up in a fetal position.

She was awake and Dean could see her trembling. He walked over to her, he still hadn’t put on the dry shirt but he didn’t notice, and sat down next to her. Dean brushed her hair out of her face and looked down at her. “Mornin,” he whispered. Dean saw Emily’s eyes look up at him. He smiled at her and sighed. “Emily, where did you go last night,” he asked softly. She was silent for a long time. “Please tell me.”

“Home,” she whispered. Her voice was so soft he could barely hear it.

“Home,” he asked. He looked down and sighed. Emily closed her eyes and shivered. Dean placed his hand on her back and sighed. “Shh,” he whispered. After another few silent moments he spoke again. “Emily what happened when you went home,” he asked quietly.

Emily’s eyes lowered and she curled up in a ball. Dean almost felt bad for asking but he had to know. “D… da… daddy,” she whispered. “He’s angry.”

Dean looked confused as she spoke. He thought her father was dead. A spirit maybe, that wouldn’t explain the blood. Then Dean remembered what the projection of Emily looked like. She was covered in blood. “Emily did your father do this to you,” he asked. If her father was a spirit maybe he wanted to recreate the projection he made of Emily. Who’s blood she had on her was still a mystery to him.

Emily nodded and looked up at him slowly. “He’s angry,” she whispered. “N… not safe. He’ll come for you.”

That caught Dean’s attention. Most spirits were bound to the confines of one place. If her father would come for them then maybe he wasn’t a spirit. If that was true Sam was in danger. Dean pulled out his cell phone and called Sam. He waited for an answer but there was nothing. “Damn it,” he muttered. Then he looked down at Emily. She was so fragile. He didn’t understand how she could be so strong at the same time.

Dean bit his lip and stood. “I’ll be right outside Emily, all right,” he asked quietly. Then Dean stood and walked outside. Once outside he closed the door behind him and did the only other thing he could think of to do. His hands shook as he took the cell phone from his pocket once more. The cursor highlighted over the word “Dad” for a long time before he finally hit sent. After waiting, and getting the same response he got every time he called his father Dean took a deep breath. “Hey Dad,” he said in a shaky voice. “Listen uhh, Sammy and I are in North Dakota and umm… well there’s this girl and uhh…” Dean paused and swallowed hard. “Well this girl’s mom died the same way ours did and umm… I guess her dad didn’t take it so well and… What I’m trying to say Dad is that… I don’t know how to take care of her. She needs someone like you. I don’t know what to do with her and she’s…” Dean paused and looked into the window at Emily. “She’s different. I can’t do this and her father is angry and possibly some kind of spirit or something and I think it might go after Sam and… and I think I’m in over my head here Dad.” With that Dean hung up and walked back into the hotel room.

He walked over to the bed and sat down. “You call… ca… called your… your fa… father,” she asked softly.

Dean looked at her surprised. “Yeah, how’d… how’d you know,” he asked with a slight smile. Dean’s voice hadn’t been anywhere near loud enough for her to hear. Emily simply smiled. “You heard? How?” She didn’t answer again. She really was gifted. Dean wondered if Sam would be like that too. “Yeah, I called my dad. Though, it didn’t really do much good.” Dean brushed the hair out of her face and smiled at her.

“Sc… scared,” she whispered. Emily sat up slowly, holding the blanket up to her. At least this time she was away she had no clothes. Dean finally remembered that and he got up. Dean grabbed her another pair of pants and a t-shirt. She put them on and sat on the edge of the bed next to Dean. She looked over at him slowly and sighed. “Of… of me,” she whispered.

“No, no,” he said quickly. “I’m not afraid of you, I’m afraid for you.” Dean sighed and looked down at her as she sat back and hugged her knees to her chest. He got up and got Emily a glass of water then handed it to her. “Here, it’ll help,” he whispered. He watched Emily take the cup and take a few sips. She smiled at him and took another few sips. Dean sighed and shook his head. “Our mom, Sammy and me, our mom she uhh… she died the same way yours did,” he said though she already knew. “Emily, I don’t care what your father has told you. You were not in any way responsible for what happened to your mother and brother,” he said simply.

Emily stared at him and almost dropped the cup of water that she had, if Dean hadn’t of caught it she would have. Tears filled her eyes and slowly fell down her cheek. Dean leaned forward and quickly wiped her tears away. No one had ever told her that it wasn’t her fault. These boys were unlike anyone she had met. Though Sam terrified her almost more than her father. There was fire in his eyes.

Dean sighed and bit his lip before taking the cup from her. He gently motioned for her to lie down. “You should get some rest,” he whispered. She nodded and curled up in a ball on the bed. She was still so exhausted. Dean could see it in her eyes. Her skin was pale and there were dark circles around her eyes. She shivered a little and Dean pulled the blanket over her head. Only seconds later she was asleep. Dean sighed and walked into the bathroom. He let the water out of the tub and walked over to the sink. Dean leaned against the counter and looked in the broken mirror.

This was taking its toll on him as well. Dean was exhausted both mentally and physically. Dean looked down and ran some water in the sink. He splashed it on his face and sighed. He had to gather his thoughts. He could feel so much anger in him because of what her father did to her. Dean sighed and looked back in the mirror. He was shocked to find a man standing behind him in his reflection. Dean turned quickly and saw the man standing there. He recognized the man from the pictures at Emily’s house. It was her father.

“Stay the hell away from my little girl,” he said coldly. The man didn’t look like any sort of spirit that Dean had seen. He had no signs that he actually died and he didn’t even look dead. The man moved to Dean and slammed him against the wall, with his hand at Dean’s throat. “You and your stupid little brother, stay the hell away from my baby girl,” he commanded.

Dean hated being ordered around, especially by an enemy. Dean struggled to get free but this guy was strong. “Sorry about that Mr. Reynolds,” he said with a cocky smile. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. I made a promise to your ‘baby girl’. I don’t go back on my promises,” he said though his voice was strained by the time he finished since he couldn’t breathe. Brian tightened his grip on Dean’s throat and Dean felt himself becoming light-headed. His vision was coming in and out and he could almost feel himself lose consciousness.

“Daddy,” a loud shout from the doorway shot through the silence. Brian let go of Dean and dropped his unconscious body to the ground as he turned to his daughter.

“Come on Emily, we’re going home.” He walked up to his daughter and grabbed Emily’s arm. She struggled against him but he was too strong. He dragged her out the door but as he was pulling her away Sam pulled up to the hotel. He jumped out of the car and easily pulled Emily out of Brian’s arms. “I’ll come back for you Em,” he said quickly. “Don’t you worry.” Then he ran off down the street.

Sam carried the girl back into the room and set her gently on the bed. Then he noticed Dean. “Dean,” he shouted. Sam ran into the bathroom and over to Dean. He knelt down beside his brother and checked for a pulse. Luckily there was one. He was breathing too but it was faint. Sam breathed a sigh of relief and turned when he heard a sound behind him. Emily stood in the doorway looking at them. She didn’t say anything but there was fear in her eyes. Sam sighed and looked back at her. He stood and walked over to her. “He’ll be all right,” he said softly.

As soon as he said that, almost on cue Dean began to wake up. “Sammy,” he asked before opening his eyes. Dean stood slowly and looked over at them. He could see a red mark on her pale skin from where her father had grabbed her. Dean sighed and shook his head. “Emily, can you go back and lay down I would like to talk to Sammy alone?” Emily nodded and walked back to the bed. Sam walked over to his brother and Dean sighed, leaning against the wall. “I umm… I called Dad,” he said simply. “I thought maybe… maybe he could help.”

“Did he answer,” Sam asked eagerly. His excitement faded quickly when Dean shook his head. Sam nodded slowly showing that he understood. “She’ll be okay Dean,” he said reassuringly. He still felt those pangs of jealousy and couldn’t explain why. He wouldn’t say anything to Dean though. He just bottled it up like everything else.

Wild Angel Ch. 2

“What do you mean,” Dean asked softly. He didn’t want to scare the girl.

“He said I brought the fire,” she whispered. Tears filled her innocent childlike eyes.

Dean sighed and looked from the girl to Sam. Worry filled the older man’s face. “Emily,” Dean said quietly. “Is it all right if you come with us? We’ll take care of you.” She looked at him with fear at first. She was reluctant to go with them. Emily eventually agreed though. Dean picked her up but she insisted on walking by herself. He sighed and walked behind Emily. After stumbling several times, Emily finally gave into letting Dean help her. Dean took her arm and draped it over his shoulder, and then he put his arm around her waist to steady her. As they walked to the car, Sam ran into the house and grabbed some clothes for her. Her steps were slow, as if she had to consciously think about putting effort into walking. Dean helped her most of the way. Her body was so tiny in his arms. Dean was finally able to get a good look at her when she stood. She was covered in bruises and her arms were littered with scars. Most of them seemed to be from needles. That worried Dean as he helped her into the car. After Sam and Dean got in the Impala, Dean looked back at her and smiled. She was staring contently out the window at the sky. Dean pulled out of the driveway and made the thirty plus minute drive to the hotel. As he pulled into the parking lot, he looked back at Emily. She had fallen asleep. He chuckled to himself as he got out of the car. Dean picked up Emily and carried her into the room, placing her gently on the bed.

Emily woke up from the movement and looked at the boys. Dean sat down next to her and smiled. “Do you think you’re strong enough to take a shower? I think you’d feel better if you got yourself cleaned off a bit.” She nodded slowly and Sam handed her some of the clothes he had taken from the house. Emily stood and walked slowly into the bathroom. Sam looked over at Dean. Both boys sighed in unison and sank down on their corresponding beds. “What are we going to do with her,” Sam asked.

“Well, first off, I want to figure out what the hell her father did to her. I mean, how did he make her sleep so long without any medical equipment. There’s something off about her, other than the obvious,” he said with a sigh. “It was just creepy, the way she looked at me back there. It was as if she was looking through me.” As Dean finished speaking, they heard a piercing scream from the bathroom. Dean ran to the door. It was unlocked but he still couldn’t get in. “Emily,” he shouted, banging on the door. “EMILY!” Finally, Dean was able to open the door. He ran into the room and found Emily sitting in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest. The water was still running in the shower. Dean ran over to her and knelt down in front of her. She was shaking violently as she cried. Dean tucked her wet hair behind her ear. “Emily what’s wrong? What happened?” Dean was consumed with concern. The fact that the girl was completely naked didn’t even register, a first for Dean Winchester.

Emily slowly looked up at him. “Don’t… don’t let him find me,” she whispered. Her voice was still hoarse and soft. “Pl… please,” she pleaded with him.

“Who, your father?” Dean asked softly.

Sam stood in the doorway watching the scene. As soon as Emily looked up and saw him she screamed sending Dean flying across the room. Dean slammed into the mirror. “Dean ,” Sam shouted as he ran to his brother’s side. Dean stood slowly, brushing the glass out of his hair. He looked at Emily then at Sam.

“Don’t… don’t send me back,” she said softly, rocking back and forth. “Daddy will be angry,” she whispered closing her eyes.

“Emily, he’s dead. No one will hurt you,” Dean said softly.

“Lies, games,” she whispered. “Playing games with my head,” she said softly. “Shhh, he’ll hear you. He’s always listening, always. Emily in big trouble,” she said closing her eyes. “She should have listened, should have stayed asleep.” She shut her eyes tightly and covered her ears as if trying to block out some sound.

Dean walked over to her and took her arms, forcing her to stop rocking back and forth and she looked up at him. He grabbed her clothes and handed them to her. “Why don’t you get dressed and calm down. Then we’ll talk about your father.” She looked at him and nodded. The boys left the room and she got dressed. Emily walked out of the bathroom slowly and she sat down on the bed. She leaned against the wall and hugged her knees to her chest. Sam and Dean looked over at her. “What happened in there?” Dean rubbed the back of his head to dull the lingering pain from the mirror. Emily didn’t answer. She simply stared blankly at the wall across the room. Dean sighed and sat down in front of her. “Emily,” he whispered, “we can’t help you if you don’t tell us what happened.”

Emily looked down and hugged her knees to her chest. She bit her lower lip and a few tears fell from her eyes. Dean felt so bad for this girl. He scooted closer to her and wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumb. “Bad,” she whispered. “Brought fire.”

“No,” Dean said with an amazingly soothing voice. “You didn’t Emily. Did your father tell you that?” Emily slowly nodded. Dean looked back at Sam almost pleadingly and sighed. Then he turned to Emily. Dean placed two fingers under her chin and raised her head to look at him. “Emily,” he said softly. “How long have you been in that room?”

“As long as I can remember,” she said softly. Dean hated making her speak. Her voice was so hoarse he was sure it had to hurt. “Once a week, every Wednesday, Daddy would tell me ‘Time to go to sleep Emily.’ I would go to sleep and wake up on Friday night,” she whispered. Her voice was broken, frightened. Tears fell from her big brown eyes.

Dean wiped her tears away once more. “Emily, why did you scream when you saw Sam?”

“He had fire in his eyes, like the eyes from my dream.” Emily looked over at Sam as he turned away from her. “Fire gone now,” she whispered. There was a long silence then finally, “Don’t let him find me,” she whispered. Emily buried her head in her hands.

Dean sighed and moved closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her and gently patted her back. Emily lay down and rested her head on his lap. Dean didn’t know what to do for her. He wasn’t used to someone like her. This was Sammy’s area. The people always clung to Sam. Sam knew how to talk to them. Yet this girl was clinging to Dean and he didn’t know what to do. “Shh,” he said softly. Dean gently stroked her hair and looked over at Sam as he sat down on the bed across from Dean and Emily. Both men were silent for almost an hour as Emily cried herself to sleep. Dean picked her up when he was sure she was asleep, and gently set her down on the bed. He pulled the blanket over her and grabbed the extra pillow next to her head. Dean put it on the floor between the two beds, then he lay down an stared at the ceiling, his fingers laced over his stomach.

“Dean,” Sam said quietly as he lay back on the bed. “There’s nothing here. There’s nothing to hunt, nothing to fight.”

“She saw something Sam,” Dean said quickly, almost interrupting his baby brother. Something in there scared her.”

“Dean, what are we supposed to do with her,” Sam asked. “I don’t want to be the one to say it but she needs help Dean.” Sam turned on his side and looked down at his brother as Dean glanced up at him. “She needs help we can’t give her.”

“Are you saying she should be locked up? That’s she’s insane,” Dean said sitting up. “Sam the girl’s been locked up all her life. You want to put a girl an entire town thinks is dead into an institution?”

“Dean,” Sam said with a sigh. “Listen to her,” he said coldly. “Listen to the way she talks. We can’t help her.”

“Hell yes we can,” Dean said quickly. “Sam, she saw something in there. Something about what her father did is still there. Her mother, the fire. There’s got to be something here. We can’t just lock her up before we get any answers about Mom. She said she saw fire in your eyes, like the eyes in her dream. Maybe, maybe she’s seen what did it.” Dean sighed and shook his head. “All that aside, I don’t think its safe for her to be locked up.” Sam gave him a confused look. “Sam, the people here thing her father killed her. How can we explain what happened to her? She’s been asleep for three years with no assistance from technology. No ventilator, no heart monitor, no I.V. How can we explain that without sounding crazy ourselves?”

Sam sighed and lay on his back. “We can’t take her with us Dean. She’s a liability,” he said simply. “She’ll only get in the way, get one of us killed.”

“I know that Sam,” Dean said simply. “I say we stay until we find out exactly what her father did to her, and what the hell happened in that room after she went to sleep. You saw the blood, the marks on the ceiling, her father’s body. We need to find out what happened. I don’t think she saw something in there because she’s crazy. Well, I mean she’s crazy but I think there might have been something in there. She was terrified. I also think she was holding the door shut,” he said simply. Dean looked over at his brother and sighed, “And she sent me across the room.” Dean lay back down and sighed. “We’ll figure out more tomorrow,” he said simply. Dean yawned and Sam turned out the light. The two were asleep within seconds.

When Dean woke up the next morning Sam was still asleep, a rarity with the brothers. He sat up and looked over at Sam. Dean rolled his eyes and slowly pushed himself off the ground. He stood and stretched before turning to check on Emily. When he turned and looked at the bed she was gone. “Shit,” he mumbled. “Sam,” he said shaking his brother. Sam sat up quickly, shocked by the sudden movement. “Emily’s gone.” Dean looked over and noticed the door was open. He ran to the door and looked outside. He stepped outside and searched the horizon for the fragile girl.

Sam eventually walked up behind him. “How long ago do you think she left,” he asked groggily.

“I don’t know. I wish I knew where she’d go though,” Dean said with a sigh. He ran his fingers nervously through his hair and looked around. “Emily,” he called to her. Dean ran to the street and began walking down the street. It wasn’t long before he found her. She was lying on the ground covered in blood. “Emily,” he shouted running to her. Dean picked up the lifeless girl and carried her back to the hotel. “Sam move,” he shouted as his brother got out of the way. Dean set her on the bed and looked for injuries. There were none. The girl was covered in blood though. Dean looked up at Sam with a look of worry in his eyes. “Sam, I don’t think this is her blood.”