Part 13 – This is Not Over Yet
Dean, Sam, and Emery were still staying in the small motel in Emery's hometown. They were spending all of their time doing research and making calls, trying to figure out what exactly they were hunting. Two townsmen were found dead, their bodies in a circle with a bunch of symbols (ancient and new, from so many different cultures). Postmortem reports had concluded that the victims' hearts were ripped out of their chests while they were alive. And that was the cause of their deaths. No one could even provide any hints to what kind of weapon was used because the marks were unlike anything anyone had ever seen before, almost like the hearts were ripped out with bare fingers. The police were going with the serial killer theory and hence, keeping it all under wraps to avoid public unrest.
The boys and Emery weren't buying the serial killer theory because there were way too many things made no sense and could only be explained with a supernatural theory. The problem was that so far, nothing major had come up and Cas hadn't returned either. Basically, they were up against a huge brick wall with no way breaking it down or at least going over it.
Sam closed the book with a thud. "I can't find anything important in here." Dean was eating his hamburger and Emery was pacing back and forth in the room out of restlessness.
"Stop that before you wear a hole in the floor. You're giving me a headache." Dean stopped himself from saying that it wasn't helping anyway.
"I don't know! I just don't know. It's been two weeks and nothing out of the ordinary has happened here!" Emery's voice was full of frustration and confusion.
"What an awful thing, right Emery!" Dean's voice was laced with sarcasm.
"I just mean that there isn't even any reason to believe that whatever we're hunting is still in the town anymore." Emery was too agitated and so chose to ignore the sarcasm.
"You're right. We still have no idea what exactly it is that we're hunting. And now we don't even know if it's even here anymore." Dean tossed the wrapper in the trash can.
"Dean, we've hunted possibly every supernatural thing before... and these things usually stick with one place."
"But this one doesn't exactly fit the bill, Sammy. You know that."
"So what do we do?" Sam, like Dean and Emery and all hunters, hated the idea of unfinished cases.
"We just gotta keep doing what we do." Dean's words obviously implied that they work on new jobs.
"But Dean, we can't just leave without taking care of whatever it is that killed those people."
"No, Dean's right. We're not much help sitting here and pulling our hair out. We should take care of some other jobs, in the meantime." This wasn't the first time Emery and Dean had agreed on something but it still felt strange.
"And then what? We can't just let this thing go!"
"Sam, it's most likely not in the town anymore, otherwise we would've seen something unusual. And we have no leads where to go after it. We can't just sit here hoping something will turn up." If Emery was supporting Dean, this must really be the only option. Sam thought about it for a moment.
"Yeah… I just don't like leaving here without finishing the job," Sam finally said.
Emery had the same feeling. This was her hometown, after all. She had come here swearing she'd kill this thing and now she had to leave without doing just that. "I don't either. The police are trying to hush it up so we probably won't find anything in the newspapers; we just gotta keep digging further and keep our eyes and ears open."
"We do our jobs until it turns up again and then we send this evil sonofabitch where it belongs." Dean gave Emery and Sam a determined look.
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"So this is it. This is where we go our separate ways." Emery was leaning against her car. She owned an old Honda Accord but she never cared much for cars. They were just means of transportation, something that took her from one place to another, which was so very opposite of what the Impala meant to the boys, especially Dean. Dean had parked his baby by a curb just a few feet away. The boys were standing opposite Emery and both seemed a little reluctant to say goodbyes. Emery stood up straight and taking a couple steps towards the boys, she continued, "Don't forget that if any of us hears anything about this thing, we contact each other right away."
"We will. Take care of yourself, Emery. Don't be a stranger now," Sam gave her a side-hug.
"I'll miss you, Sam," Emery hugged him back and gave him a smile as he walked back to the Impala. She truly meant it. She had argued, fought, and disagreed with the boys (well, mostly with Dean) over these past few days but she also came really close to them. Sam almost always reminded her of her baby brother Adrian. She loved Adrian with all her heart but after he was viciously killed, every single memory of him hurt like hell. That was not the case anymore. No one could ever replace Adrian in Emery's heart, but she was a little more peace with herself. She had begun to feel for the boys and that gave her hope. The hope that's essential for humans. The hope that keeps people alive. She had finally begun to remember Adrian without falling apart, even with a smile. The pain was slightly conquered by the feeling his presence used to make her feel before he was brutally taken away from her. The light at the end of the tunnel. And Dean... she definitely felt something strong for him too but that was a dangerous territory... she couldn't go there... not just yet anyway.
"You know when I first met you, I thought here's a girl full of crap pretending to be a great hunter, no offense," Dean added as sort of an afterthought. "But you're not that bad."
"Yeah well, when I met you, I thought so much about legends... only brawn, no brains... no offense," Emery said raising her hands in the air mimicking Dean which got a chuckle out of him. "But you're not that bad yourself."
"You sure you don't want to stick around?" Dean still remembered how much he didn't want to be around Emery when he first met her. Yet here he was, dragging his feet, just so he could get a few more moments with her. What was wrong with him?!
"Yeah... I got a call from someone I did a job for awhile back. Seems our kinda trouble so I'm gonna check it out." Emery smiled. For a second, both were unsure how to properly say goodbye. Hugging would be too awkward so they settled for a handshake.
"So I will probably see you around…" Dean said.
"You can count on it." With a smile, a real genuine very-rare smile, Emery got in her car and drove away.
Walking back to the Impala, Dean threw the car keys at Sam. "Let me know when it's my turn to drive."
Sam caught the keys with a stunned expression on his face, "Dude, are you okay?"
"Yeah... yeah," Dean said a little unsure. After a couple moments, he firmly added, "Yeah. Why'd you ask?"
"Well, for starters, you're saying 'yeah' way too many times. And you're letting ME drive?" The boys got in the car, Sam on the driver's side and Dean on the passenger's.
"What?! I can't get a few hours of sleep without you going all mental on me?!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Freud, I am. Now stop with your pansy stuff and drive." Dean pushed the seat back to relax.
"Emery's good but I'm sure we would've handled it better on our own." And Dean took the bait.
"Sammy, maybe letting you drive wasn't such a good idea. You've obviously lost your mind! She helped with the case as much as we did," Dean said, his expression totally serious. He still hadn't realized that Sam was just working on his suspicions, which Dean had just confirmed. Sam had already sensed much more than simple appreciation for a fellow hunter.
"Man, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you just said that Emery is amazing,"
"Oh, shut up! I didn't say any amazing crap!" Dean defended himself, catching on what Sam was playing at.
"Riiight..." Sam dragged it out mockingly, conveying to his brother that he didn't believe him a bit.
"Just drive! And lemme get some shut eye," Dean closed his eyes, ending any further conversation. He didn't like where it was going. How could he tell Sam what he hadn't even confessed to himself? Sam smiled and put the key in ignition. Yup, definitely smitten.
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