|our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost (elliemurasaki) wrote,|
@ 2013-01-01 10:28 pm UTC
|Entry tags:||fic: supernatural|
Summary: You get this is my last chance to have anything normal ever, right?
Word Count: 100
Dean wonders, sometimes.
What if Emma had been—a little less what she was? If she were honestly asking for Dean's help, her father's help, in being an ordinary person, not a monster?
Dean doesn't have any better idea how to parent a late-teens girl than an early-teens boy, so probably he would have forged Emma an identity and found her somewhere safe to live. Maybe she would have come along, super-strength being useful on hunts.
Whatever would have happened, it wouldn't have ended here, with Emma's cool gaze lingering on Dean before she turns and disappears into purgatory's twilight.