Dentist Croatia (Be The Young 28)
GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, SELF H*RM, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault
All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .
Summary: Emily Reed, born and raised in Portland, is preparing her admission papers for Stanford, medical school. Little does she know, her life is about to change forever.
"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."
A/N: drama. sorry.
MASTERLIST
Dentist Croatia
We breathe a weird air in motels
Like an eternal arrival
The stains on the beds go away with some Chanteclair
There’s no lights in San Siro and we’re
sons of an agnostic God
Who believes in horoscope
And when you die he doesn’t ask
“Where are you going?”
Emily could not shake off the hell flashback she had in the panic room, even if it was so quick she could not figure out what was happening. She knew for sure Dean was in it and that it was painful. Not much more than that. She could not sleep much at night, haunted by nightmares about hell and about the week that immediately preceded it. Emily would mostly lie awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to not blink too much.
She knew Dean was also awake most of the time, but she didn’t want to burden him with more problems. Especially not after Castiel had warned them about Sam taking a “dangerous road”. They didn’t know what it meant but they knew that it had something to do with what Azazel did to him and Emily as children.
One night, restless, she decided to just go for a walk to shake those scary memories away, but was met with the vision of Sam on the doorstep.
“Where are you going?” She asked, inquisitive.
“Uh- just taking a walk.” Said Sam, way too suspiciously for Emily's liking.
“Right.” She noticed a woman in a car, waiting for him in front of the motel room. “And who’s that?” The second she said that, the woman walked out of the car and reached them.
“Sam, it’s alright. Maybe she can help.” She whispered. Sam looked back and forth in between the two women. Emily, confused, was waiting for an explanation. “Come on!” The woman dragged Sam away and he gestured to Emily to follow. Curious to see what was happening and hoping it wasn’t a weird sexual hang out, she followed the woman in the car.
“So, Sam, want to introduce me to your girlfriend?”
“She’s not-” He tried to say. The woman scowled at him. “Right, this is Ruby, Ruby, this is Emily.”
“Wait, Ruby as in-”
“Yes, the demon who gave you the knife. Nice to finally meet you.”
“I wish I could say the same. Sam, what’s happening?”
“Emily, she’s nice. Really.”
“Nice?!” She raised her eyebrows. “She’s a demon!” Ruby seemed slightly offended and annoyed. “Where are we going anyway?”
“I’ll show you.”
She took advantage of being in the backseat to send a blind text to Dean. It read: “GPS on, I’m with Sam.” and she prayed to every single entity she knew he would read it and understand it.
They stopped the car in an abandoned warehouse. Inside were two men tied to chairs.
“Sam,“ she stopped him from his arm and dragged him a dozen feet away. Ruby watched, restless. ”...what the hell is going on?”
“Okay, so you know how when people get possessed, they mostly die because they get stabbed, shot and such?”
”...or tied to a chair and tortured.” She pointed to the man. “Yes, and?”
“We are going to save this one.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Just- watch.” Sam jogged back in and she quickly checked her phone. Dean had answered her with a single “k”. She hoped he would hurry and reluctantly followed Sam inside the warehouse.
After a brief interaction with one of the two people sitting in the chair, who soon revealed themselves to be demons, Sam raised his hand and black smoke came out of the man. The vessel woke up, in pain but alive.
“Holy-” Sam looked back at Emily.
“So?”
“Sam, I saw and have done some weird ass shit, but this beats it all. And you’re working with a demon?!”
“Try to keep an open mind about this-”
“Absolutely not, this is too weird, even for me. And I can have you fly on the wall without even touching you!”
“I think you could do it as well.” Said Ruby, while helping the man.
“Me? Uh-uh. I- No, absolutely not! And of course you’re hiding shit from Dean. Of course! When will you two ever learn?”
“Don’t-”
“Don’t tell him? Right, Sam, I will definitely help you cover your love story with a fucking demon!”
Sam took a big breath and Ruby looked at him, concerned. “Look.” She said, “We’re not doing anything wrong here, we’re saving people. And you could do it too if you gave it a try. Word is you are even more powerful.”
“Word is wrong. And don’t you even try to talk to me like we’re friends.” Answered Emily, bitterly looking at her. “You are the lowest of the low.”
“You think you’re much better?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”
“Right, the only thing you are missing is a pair of black eyes.”
“Don't you fucking dare-”
Emily was interrupted by a clanging sound behind a wall, which she was sure was Dean. The argument was interrupted as Ruby and Sam decided to leave.
Emily was on edge until she opened the motel door, and was about to start yelling at Sam again, but saw Dean staring at them angrily. Sam rolled his eyes.
Emily heard Sam’s voice in her head. Of course you told him.
What was I supposed to do? She instinctively turned to Sam, frustrated.
Keep your mouth shut!
You invited me in a threesome with a demon!
That’s not-
That’s exact-
“Alright, stop whatever psycho shit you’ve got going on and SPEAK!!” Dean’s voice startled both Sam and Emily, who immediately stopped silently gesturing at each other. “Sam, give one reason to not grab my shit and leave right now!”
“Look-” Tried to say Sam, but Dean quickly interrupted him by punching him.
“Dean!” Intervened Emily, trying to stop him from punching him again. As much as she knew it was a terrible moment to use her powers, the temptation of using them on Dean was very high, especially because she could not hold him back any longer and he hit Sam again.
“Satisfied?” Asked the latter, touching his nose.
After that, Emily was finally able to push Dean back and stop him from his shoulder.
“Dean, come on- “ He shook her hands away and swallowed.
“Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone? How far from normal? From human?” He asked, disgusted. Emily felt as if a little piece of her heart was cut away from her. She had the same powers as Sam, she had never hidden that. Did that mean that Dean felt that way about her? Did he think she was not human?
“I'm just exorcising demons!”
“With your mind!” Emily gave up on keeping them apart and just leaned on the wall. Dean gazed at her in a way she did not like. It was a gaze which said “I’ll deal with you later”.
But if he really thought she wasn’t human, why didn’t he ever say so?
Was that the real reason he was so hostile after Sam died?
“What else can you do?”
“I can send them back to hell. It only works with demons, and that's it.” Sam’s words seemed to re-ignite Dean’s anger so much he pushed his brother until he almost hit the wall.
“Dean!” Emily tried to intervene again. She recognized the same tone she had used to warn Dean when he started throwing beer bottles at the wall, almost two years prior. He seemed to have recognized it as well, because he stopped for a second to look at her. “Stop.” She repeated. “Please.” The second word came out more as a beg than a request. The feelings Dean’s yelling were giving her were unpleasant and too close to panic for her to stand there and watch. Dean, to Emily’s surprise, let go of Sam and turned around.
“I’m sorry, I should have said something.” Said Sam. “But look at the other side.”
“The other side?” Repeated Dean.
“I’m pulling demons out of innocent people!”
“Use the knife!”
“The knife kills the victim. What I do, most of them survive! Look, I've saved more people in the last five months than we save in a year.” The more Sam tried to explain himself, the more Dean seemed angry.
“That’s what Ruby wants you to think? Uh? Kind of like the way she tricked you into using your powers?”
“What about Emily, Dean?” Sam pointed at her. “She’s got powers, right? I don’t see you going around and calling her a monster!”
“For the love of Pete- First of all, keep me out of this. “ She said. “And second, I wasn’t convinced by a demon to use my powers, I had to learn how to use them because they were out of control!”
“And I have not said anything about you being a monster!” Added Dean.
“You didn’t need to say it.”
“What, you’re a mind reader now?”
“I don’t need to read your mind, I know you! I can see it on your face!”
“Right.” Said Dean, dismissive.
“So you’re not denying.”
“No. If I didn’t know you- I would want to hunt you.”
Emily covered her face with her hand as she felt her panic being overwritten by Sam’s sadness. “God, I hate this.” She whispered, trying to regain control of her own emotions. Dean quickly gazed back at her.
“You were gone. I was here. I had to keep on fighting without you. And what I'm doing... It works.” When Sam spoke, Dean turned back at him again.
“Well, tell me. If it's so terrific... then why'd you lie about it to me?” Said Dean, walking forward. “Why did an angel tell me to stop you?”
Another wave of Sam’s emotion reached Emily and for a second, she lost control. The mirror above the sink cracked. She mumbled a profanity under her breath and looked up, upset.
“Castiel said that if I don't stop you, he will. See what that means, Sam? That means that God doesn't want you doing this. So, are you just gonna stand there and tell me everything is all good?” Dean and Sam’s argument was concluded by a phone ringing. Drawing a breath of relief, Emily sat on one of the two beds.
As Sam talked on the phone, Dean took a step back towards his sister. “Are you okay?”
“No, no-” she sighed, fighting tears back. “I forgot how fucking overwhelming this thing is.”
2 notes
·
View notes