Katt and Dean had looked everywhere for Sam, to no avail, and Dean was about at his wits' end and running out of options. He could attempt to summon an angel, but the last time he'd tried that, it hadn't gone so well. And then he remembered Emily. He knew she probably wouldn't be too thrilled to see him again, but despite their differences, he trusted her and had a feeling she might be able to help. It was worth a try anyway. He remembered the way there, quiet most of the way, only explaining to Katt he knew someone who might be able to help, a little lost in the memory of the last time he'd seen Emily. He'd still been with Quinn then and it was then that he'd found out her secret. One he'd kept with him and told no one, not even Sam.
Oh someone was super cranky r us. Course Katt didn't expect to find Sam at the Teas. The marketplace" Maybe. But Dean not finding him' The sour expression just wouldn't leave her face no matter how long they were silent or talked. She was silent for the most part, head bobbing to show she heard, understood, and all that good stuff. Yep. She could bite the head off a ten penny nail right now.
He wasn't really looking forward to seeing Emily again after their last encounter, and he was sure she'd have something to say about the fact that he looked about 18 years old, but he couldn't worry about that now. There were more important things to think about. He remembered the way, down a rugged road that he didn't like taking the Mustang down, though she'd made the trip a few times already. After a while of bumping along, they came to a clearing where he stopped the car and looked over at a ramshackle shack that was set in front of a swamp. It didn't look like much, but he knew from experience not to judge a book by its cover. "That's it," he told Katt, nodding over at the shack. "She probably already knows we're here by now."
And as if on cue, the dimly lit shack suddenly illuminated ten fold. So bright that light spilled from windows, cracks, and crevices of the run down abode. A moment later, the front door opened. It moved so slowly and seemingly with such visible effort that even from the car they could probably imagine the groan that it gave. More flickering light poured out the front door, but no sign of life was visible just yet. The shack and whatever was inside simply sat now. Waiting.
"Geez and I thought the basement was creepy," Katt muttered softly. Once the car had stopped she was pawing at the door, pausing only when she remembered the seat belt. She waited, patiently, for Dean to remove it so she could bolt out of the car and onto sweet land. That is until she saw the light. Well the grip on the door became tight and she looked over as if he held some answer to an unspoken question.
"See what I mean?" he asked, seeing the doors open as if by magic. He turned back to Katt, almost forgetting she had not yet mastered the seatbelt. He made a mental note to teach her Seatbelt 101 as soon as they found out what had happened to Sam. He reached over and unclasped the belt for her. "You don't have to go with me if you don't want to. You could just wait here." He knew the place was a little creepy and he didn't want to scare her.
She snorted and bounced out of the car once the seatbelt was off. "Nahhh! That's okay! Not letting you go in there alone. Who knows what trouble you would cause." She sighed at him. Yep she knew he'd do something! Or something. She was going. That was that. "But you are going first." Sage nod.
"Thanks, you always throw your best friend to the..." he broke off, as he realized what he'd just said and climbed out of the car, a little surprised at his own words.
Her eyes shifted over to him, narrowing darkly. "You know this person. I don't!" The expression melted into a 'duh' expression. His words didn't phase her at all. In fact she smiled a little when she gestured him on to the building.
He pouted a little as he started toward the shack, though he had nothing to pout about. It was his idea to come here, after all. He just hoped he could somehow convince her to help him without having to beg and plead too much. He didn't have to knock on the door, as it was already open, so he just stopped at the threshold and peered inside. "Emily?"
The shack was as it had been every time he had come to see her. A distorted mess of bottles, bowls, boxes, and more lined various shelves that too up just about every inch of wall space. Hanging from the ceiling were bones, feathers, and other objects that no one in their right mind would want to know how the hoodoo woman obtained them. The woman who called herself Emily was sitting at the beat up wooden table to the left, her small mass draped in layers upon layers of tattered fabrics and beat up baubles. At his voice, her head turned sharply. The wooden beads and bits in her dreadlocked hair clattered with the movement, but her booming voice, so strong for someone who appeared so small and young, rang out and drowned the sound. "Dean! Have yah lost all yer damn sense since the last time yah been here" Y'know I ain't one to keep waitin'. Now yah either be comin' inside or be gone wit' ya and yer lil' friend."
Her lips thinned, biting her tongue. She twitched, struggling not to reach out and grab Dean. Drag him off. "Little.." Guess that was her! Biting her bottom lip she glanced up to Dean.
"I see your decorating hasn't improved. Still as homey as ever," he remarked as he stepped into the shack, taking the lead in front of Katt, staying almost protectively close. "Emily, this is Katt."
Her reply to Dean was returned with a growl rumbling in the back of her throat. "I see yah gotten shorter, but yer mouth be jus' as big as ever. Quite tha talent, boy." She rose to her feet then displaying just how miniscule her size really was. But she held herself like a giant. Dark brown eyes became playful as they shifted to Katt. Though it was more like how a lioness might play with her food before devouring it. "Charmed, I be sure." A pretty little smile that was just as frightening was offered.
Her shoulders bounced and she raised a hand to her mouth, knuckles pressing hard against her mouth to silence a laugh. Haa. Oh that tickled her completely. Her hand lowered to her stomach, resting flat as she dipped her head. "A pleasure to meet you Miss Emily." She showed no fear at the moment. If there was any she was politely swallowing it down in means of helping Dean.
He snorted at Emily's remark and glared at both the women. "Are we done with the pleasantries? We didn't come here for tea." Thankfully, he didn't mention the roofie she'd put in his tea the last time he was there. He was trying to be civil, but he was losing his patience.
She nodded her head a Katt. "I be likin' her. She laughs at me humor." Her gaze shifted back to Dean. "Not yet sure if I be lettin' you stay or not. You and yer habit of raisin' yer voice in my house when it be you darkenin' mah doorstep when yah be needin' the hand of hoodoo guidin' yah right."
She reached out to Dean at his comment. Softly her hand slid against the crook of his elbow. "Dean." Nope that wasn't at all motherly. She stepped closer while her hand removed itself from his elbow. Craning her head to one side she glanced at the woman then Dean.
He opened his mouth, a retort at the ready, breaking off when he heard Katt's voice beside him and felt her touch his arm, thinking better of it. Being rude wasn't going to get him what he wanted. He shuffled his feet a little awkwardly and frowned, having a feeling she already knew why he was there anyway but having to swallow a little pride and tell her. "I need your help."
"Ah, look at yah now. Yah found yerself a smart one, Dean." Chocolate eyes then rolled at his admission. "Boy, yah don't got tah be Emily tah know that." She moved around the wooden table pulling out two chairs in a silent invitation to sit for each of them. She then moved back around to her chair, sinking down into it with a fluid motion. Her legs folded, bare feet visible beneath the mass of fabrics. "Tell Emily what?s got yer insides lookin' so blue."
Oh someone was super cranky r us. Course Katt didn't expect to find Sam at the Teas. The marketplace" Maybe. But Dean not finding him' The sour expression just wouldn't leave her face no matter how long they were silent or talked. She was silent for the most part, head bobbing to show she heard, understood, and all that good stuff. Yep. She could bite the head off a ten penny nail right now.
He wasn't really looking forward to seeing Emily again after their last encounter, and he was sure she'd have something to say about the fact that he looked about 18 years old, but he couldn't worry about that now. There were more important things to think about. He remembered the way, down a rugged road that he didn't like taking the Mustang down, though she'd made the trip a few times already. After a while of bumping along, they came to a clearing where he stopped the car and looked over at a ramshackle shack that was set in front of a swamp. It didn't look like much, but he knew from experience not to judge a book by its cover. "That's it," he told Katt, nodding over at the shack. "She probably already knows we're here by now."
And as if on cue, the dimly lit shack suddenly illuminated ten fold. So bright that light spilled from windows, cracks, and crevices of the run down abode. A moment later, the front door opened. It moved so slowly and seemingly with such visible effort that even from the car they could probably imagine the groan that it gave. More flickering light poured out the front door, but no sign of life was visible just yet. The shack and whatever was inside simply sat now. Waiting.
"Geez and I thought the basement was creepy," Katt muttered softly. Once the car had stopped she was pawing at the door, pausing only when she remembered the seat belt. She waited, patiently, for Dean to remove it so she could bolt out of the car and onto sweet land. That is until she saw the light. Well the grip on the door became tight and she looked over as if he held some answer to an unspoken question.
"See what I mean?" he asked, seeing the doors open as if by magic. He turned back to Katt, almost forgetting she had not yet mastered the seatbelt. He made a mental note to teach her Seatbelt 101 as soon as they found out what had happened to Sam. He reached over and unclasped the belt for her. "You don't have to go with me if you don't want to. You could just wait here." He knew the place was a little creepy and he didn't want to scare her.
She snorted and bounced out of the car once the seatbelt was off. "Nahhh! That's okay! Not letting you go in there alone. Who knows what trouble you would cause." She sighed at him. Yep she knew he'd do something! Or something. She was going. That was that. "But you are going first." Sage nod.
"Thanks, you always throw your best friend to the..." he broke off, as he realized what he'd just said and climbed out of the car, a little surprised at his own words.
Her eyes shifted over to him, narrowing darkly. "You know this person. I don't!" The expression melted into a 'duh' expression. His words didn't phase her at all. In fact she smiled a little when she gestured him on to the building.
He pouted a little as he started toward the shack, though he had nothing to pout about. It was his idea to come here, after all. He just hoped he could somehow convince her to help him without having to beg and plead too much. He didn't have to knock on the door, as it was already open, so he just stopped at the threshold and peered inside. "Emily?"
The shack was as it had been every time he had come to see her. A distorted mess of bottles, bowls, boxes, and more lined various shelves that too up just about every inch of wall space. Hanging from the ceiling were bones, feathers, and other objects that no one in their right mind would want to know how the hoodoo woman obtained them. The woman who called herself Emily was sitting at the beat up wooden table to the left, her small mass draped in layers upon layers of tattered fabrics and beat up baubles. At his voice, her head turned sharply. The wooden beads and bits in her dreadlocked hair clattered with the movement, but her booming voice, so strong for someone who appeared so small and young, rang out and drowned the sound. "Dean! Have yah lost all yer damn sense since the last time yah been here" Y'know I ain't one to keep waitin'. Now yah either be comin' inside or be gone wit' ya and yer lil' friend."
Her lips thinned, biting her tongue. She twitched, struggling not to reach out and grab Dean. Drag him off. "Little.." Guess that was her! Biting her bottom lip she glanced up to Dean.
"I see your decorating hasn't improved. Still as homey as ever," he remarked as he stepped into the shack, taking the lead in front of Katt, staying almost protectively close. "Emily, this is Katt."
Her reply to Dean was returned with a growl rumbling in the back of her throat. "I see yah gotten shorter, but yer mouth be jus' as big as ever. Quite tha talent, boy." She rose to her feet then displaying just how miniscule her size really was. But she held herself like a giant. Dark brown eyes became playful as they shifted to Katt. Though it was more like how a lioness might play with her food before devouring it. "Charmed, I be sure." A pretty little smile that was just as frightening was offered.
Her shoulders bounced and she raised a hand to her mouth, knuckles pressing hard against her mouth to silence a laugh. Haa. Oh that tickled her completely. Her hand lowered to her stomach, resting flat as she dipped her head. "A pleasure to meet you Miss Emily." She showed no fear at the moment. If there was any she was politely swallowing it down in means of helping Dean.
He snorted at Emily's remark and glared at both the women. "Are we done with the pleasantries? We didn't come here for tea." Thankfully, he didn't mention the roofie she'd put in his tea the last time he was there. He was trying to be civil, but he was losing his patience.
She nodded her head a Katt. "I be likin' her. She laughs at me humor." Her gaze shifted back to Dean. "Not yet sure if I be lettin' you stay or not. You and yer habit of raisin' yer voice in my house when it be you darkenin' mah doorstep when yah be needin' the hand of hoodoo guidin' yah right."
She reached out to Dean at his comment. Softly her hand slid against the crook of his elbow. "Dean." Nope that wasn't at all motherly. She stepped closer while her hand removed itself from his elbow. Craning her head to one side she glanced at the woman then Dean.
He opened his mouth, a retort at the ready, breaking off when he heard Katt's voice beside him and felt her touch his arm, thinking better of it. Being rude wasn't going to get him what he wanted. He shuffled his feet a little awkwardly and frowned, having a feeling she already knew why he was there anyway but having to swallow a little pride and tell her. "I need your help."
"Ah, look at yah now. Yah found yerself a smart one, Dean." Chocolate eyes then rolled at his admission. "Boy, yah don't got tah be Emily tah know that." She moved around the wooden table pulling out two chairs in a silent invitation to sit for each of them. She then moved back around to her chair, sinking down into it with a fluid motion. Her legs folded, bare feet visible beneath the mass of fabrics. "Tell Emily what?s got yer insides lookin' so blue."