Life's a Witch- the sequel to Demon Spawn

Chapter 2

so thanks to my pain in the butt friend @chelseacastle constant nagging i'm finish this story off

so i hope you all enjoy it because it's been one of the hardest thing i have ever had to write

Sam’s Point of View

I was sitting on the bonnet of the SUV waiting for dean to come out of the cave, I felt, well, I felt like crap, Jo was dead and we had lost Emma and it was entirely my fault if I hadn’t been so reckless and stupid none of this would have happened.

I noticed dean approaching the car, his eyes were red and puffy and you could still see the tear lines streaked down his face

“Where’s Jo?” I asked him

“I burred her, not like you’d care though” he commented sourly walking straight passed me

“Where’re you going?”

“As far away from you as I can get”

“What, I don’t understand, why”

“what is so hard to understand, Jo is dead, she is never coming back and its all your fault” he yelled at me, I stuttered unable to get the words out, he scoffed and began head down the road, I knew there was no point fighting him when he got in one of these moods it was best to just give him space, a traight we both got from our father. I jumped into the car and slammed the door, he wasn’t the only one who lost someone I lost Emma and our baby I didn’t know where she was or if she was even still alive at least he know that Jo didn’t suffer Emma could be lying in hell somewhere slowly dieing in excruciating pain if anyone had the right to be mad it was me.

I pulled into the parking lot of the motel, as I walked up to my room door I prayed that Em would be standing there with Jo laughing about how it was all a joke and they don’t know how Dean and I could be so gullible, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. I twisted the door knob and winced as it creaked open, I stepped through the door and froze two girls lay on my and Emma’s bed, one had long curly red hair the other had long brown hair, they both looked pale and seemed to be passed out but as I closed the door the girl with red hair woke suddenly and screamed causing the other to jolt to life

“Who are you, where are we” the red head yelled

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you, my names Sam do you remember how you got here” I asked trying to relax them, the brunet watched me curiously like she was trying to remember something,

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I took them to the closest dinner because they refused to talk to me if we weren’t in public, that way if I tried to hurt them they would be witnesses.

“I remember going over to Isie’s house and then I started feeling sick, so I went to the bathroom and the next thing I know I’m here” the red head said taking a sip from her caramel milkshake

“So I’m guessing your Isie” I said turning to the brunet, she nodded sheepishly she still had that weird look in her eye like she knew me from somewhere but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it

“Yeah, Isabel Mohr, and that’s Amber” she nodded to the red head

“Ok so, what were you guys doing before you passed out”

“What do you mean” Amber asked

“Well did you talk to someone weird?”

“No we were alone, just reading” Amber said, Isabel just stared

“Did you smell anything weird, like rotten eggs or see any black smoke”

“COMIC COM!” yelled Isabel causing some odd looks from the elderly couple sitting in the booth next to ours

“Excuse me?” I asked confused

“That’s where I know you from; you were at a supernatural comic con weren’t you”

“What?? No I hate those books”

“No I mean the TV show you watch it don’t you”

“What are you talking about?”

“Sorry it just sounded like you were asking if we saw a demon”

“Yeah I was how do you know about demons?”

“What did you say your name was again” she asked ignoring my questing

“Sam, Sam Winchester” Isabel gasped and turned green, she leant over to Amber and whispered furiously

“I think your imagination is getting the best of you, again” Amber told her

“No look” Isie shoved her phone in her friends’ face, Ambers eyes suddenly went wide

“But that spell was bull, just like all the other ones we’ve tried”

“We’ll there is one way we can make sure” Isie said raising an eyebrow, she turned to me “what’s your birthday”

“May 2nd 1983”

“Lset score”

“174”

“Ever had a pet”

“Yes”

“What is your best memory?”

“When I was ten I ran away from home, and spent a week living in a storage compartment with a stray dog living off old pizza” I laughed recalling the blissful and enjoyable

 “He got everything right” she gasped going wide eyed

“How do you know all that, you’re not some kind of stalker are you” I asked staring to feel uncomfortable

“Amber can you come to the bathroom with me please” Isie asked

“No thank I’m good” she said taking a long noisy sip from her drink

“No come with me now” Isie growled pulling Amber towards the bathroom

I sat in silence for a few minutes when my phone started vibrating; I hurriedly yanked it out of my pocket expecting it to be dean

“Hello” I nearly yelled into the micro phone

“Hey Sam it’s me” came a chilling yet desirable voice I new too well

“Emma, thank god where are you” my heart started to beat so hard I thought it would jump right out of my chest

“I’m in hell” she replied calmly

“What? How long has it been” I asked remembering what dean had said about the difference in time between here and hell

“A few months, look Sam there’s something I need to tell you” I started to worry

“What is it?” I could hear banging and shouting in the background

“I have to go, I am so sorry, I love you Sam not matter what”

“What are you sorry for? Emma” the line went dead “Emma!” I yelled, I could feel tears begin to sting my eyes, the only thing that kept me from killing myself right here and now was the echoing sound of Emma’s voice I love you Sam no matter what.