Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, as cool as that would be. I only own Emi.
Chapter 1: Pilot (Part One)
"Dean," I mumbled sleepily. "What time is it?"
"It's… 2 in the morning," he told me checking the clock on the dashboard.
"Mm, ok. I'm going to sleep, wake me up when you get Sammy," I told him, my eyes already closing as I leaned my head against the cold glass window.
I don't know how long I slept before I was woken up by someone shaking me.
"Emi," Dean's voice was the first sound I heard. The second was another man's voice. My eyes popped open immediately, knowing who that must be. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as Dean reached into the car to help me out. My legs protested at the sudden weight so I leaned against Dean to keep me upright. I looked around quickly to see a man in front of us who was probably the same age as me.
"Hi, you must be Sam," I said as I extended my hand out for him to shake. He looked confused but shook it nonetheless before asking, "Who are you? How do you know my name?"
"I'm Emi, Dean's girlfriend. He's told me a lot about you," I answered before turning my head to look at Dean. I could see that he wanted to leave to find his dad as soon as possible so I decided to leave the questions for another time.
"Have you told him about the hunt?" I asked Dean. He shook his head and walked over to the trunk with Sam and me right behind him.
"Alright, let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean muttered to himself as he rummaged, looking for the missing persons pages. I chuckled, thinking of his total disorganization when it came to anything except weapons. He and I were a lot alike in that respect.
"So, when dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam asked. We would have gone but we were having trouble with this hoodoo thing at the time.
"I was working my own gig with Emi. This hoodoo thing down in New Orleans," Dean answered. I wished we had gone with John now, maybe then he wouldn't be missing.
"Dad let you go on a hunting trip with just her?" Sam asked.
"Hey!" I said, offended. I was an awesome hunter! They both ignored me.
"I'm 26, dude," Dean said in a "duh" sort of voice.
"Alright, here we go," he said as he finally found the papers. "Dad was checking out this two lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. A month ago, this guy," Dean said handing Sam a paper, "they found his car but he'd vanished. Completely MIA."
"So maybe he was kidnapped," Sam suggested. Yeah, that's what I would've thought… before I knew what was out there.
"Yeah, well, another one in April, December '04, '03, '98, '92. Ten of them in the last 20 years," Dean said setting down all the papers one by one and then snatching the one Sam had and putting it with the rest. "All men, all on the same 5 mile stretch of road. It started happening more and more so dad went to go dig around. That was about 3 weeks ago. I haven't heard from him since which is bad enough. Then I get this voicemail yesterday." Dean played the tape. I wondered if Sam would pick up on the EVP on it.
"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam questioned. Hm, not bad.
"Not bad, Sammy. It's kinda like riding a bike isn't it?" Dean said.
Then he showed him the tape after he edited it. After it was over Sam said, "Never go home."
Dean closed the trunk.
"You know in the past 2 years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing," Dean told Sam.
Sam sighed. "Alright, I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here," Sam said. Ah, I wonder what's first thing Monday.
"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked as Sam turned to walk away. That's a little weird.
"I have this … I have an interview," Sam answered.
"What? A job interview? Skip it," Dean told him.
"It's a law school interview and it's my whole future on a plate."
"Law school?" Dean repeated.
"So, we got a deal or what?" Sam asked.
Dean nodded and Sam walked into the building.
I grabbed Dean's hand and we went to sit in the car.
"So… how'd you get in?" I asked him, though I was pretty sure I knew.
"I broke in," he said smirking.
"Of course you did," I told him smiling.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked jokingly.
"You know what it means," I told him just as jokingly. So as we waited for Sam we laughed and joked, trying to forget, for at least a little bit, that a very important person to both of us was missing
AN: So, that's the first chapter. I hope you liked it. Reviews are always nice.