let me hear your voice tonight (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alexseanchai) wrote2013-03-11 07:56 am
alexseanchai) wrote2013-03-11 07:56 am
Entry tags:
memory and use of that sweet song of love
Title: memory and use of that sweet song of love
Rating: PG
Summary: If Dean had met Emma in purgatory before he met Benny... Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fan_flashworks.
Pairings: None.
Warnings: Referenced character death.
Word Count: 270
"Easy," said Emma. "I'm not here to hurt you."
"And why should I believe you?" asked Dean.
"Maybe because I'm your daughter?"
"Isn't that why you tried to kill me in the first place?" Dean snapped. "Because you're my daughter?"
Emma flapped a hand. "Bygones. I knew you'd come back, anyway. You always do. The car crash, hell, heaven—yes, by the way, I do remember a lot of what happened to you. It wasn't supposed to be that way. I was supposed to remember everything that happened to my mother. Instead I got some of her and a whole lot of you. And you wonder why I was born with daddy issues? I inherited yours!"
"Are you going somewhere with this?" Dean asked.
"Yes, actually, and I'd like you to come too," Emma said. "There's a place, off that way," and she waved a hand in the general direction. "Looks like a door out, but I tried stepping through and nothing happened. Rumor is it's a way for humans to get out of purgatory, since you were never meant to be here in the first place. I show you where it is, you give me a ride out, you go find Sam, I go find my clan, we never see each other again. That sound something you're willing to work with me for?"
Dean hesitated, a long moment.
Emma turned away.
"Wait," Dean called. Emma glanced back. "You sure you can find this place again?"
"I'm a good tracker," Emma said. "I learned from you."
"Okay, that's just creepy," said Dean. "But you've got a deal."
Rating: PG
Summary: If Dean had met Emma in purgatory before he met Benny... Written for
fan_flashworks.Pairings: None.
Warnings: Referenced character death.
Word Count: 270
"Easy," said Emma. "I'm not here to hurt you."
"And why should I believe you?" asked Dean.
"Maybe because I'm your daughter?"
"Isn't that why you tried to kill me in the first place?" Dean snapped. "Because you're my daughter?"
Emma flapped a hand. "Bygones. I knew you'd come back, anyway. You always do. The car crash, hell, heaven—yes, by the way, I do remember a lot of what happened to you. It wasn't supposed to be that way. I was supposed to remember everything that happened to my mother. Instead I got some of her and a whole lot of you. And you wonder why I was born with daddy issues? I inherited yours!"
"Are you going somewhere with this?" Dean asked.
"Yes, actually, and I'd like you to come too," Emma said. "There's a place, off that way," and she waved a hand in the general direction. "Looks like a door out, but I tried stepping through and nothing happened. Rumor is it's a way for humans to get out of purgatory, since you were never meant to be here in the first place. I show you where it is, you give me a ride out, you go find Sam, I go find my clan, we never see each other again. That sound something you're willing to work with me for?"
Dean hesitated, a long moment.
Emma turned away.
"Wait," Dean called. Emma glanced back. "You sure you can find this place again?"
"I'm a good tracker," Emma said. "I learned from you."
"Okay, that's just creepy," said Dean. "But you've got a deal."