Heal You

Friends?

My uncle stared at me, his mouth open as he looked over the two guys behind me. "You want them to stay with us?" he asked again, astonished. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. 

"Yes. They are going to be staying here for a while and there are really no good motels in town" I explained to him again. "Uncle Brian we live in a huge house. We have three extra rooms with beds. We can spare two" I told him, planting my hands on my hips. 

"Emma what do we even know about these two?" my uncle asked, shocked at how I was acting. I blew out a large gust of wind thinking about how to explain this to him. 

"Lets just say they know about me and can help me with my abilities" I told my uncle. His mouth snapped shut, his eyes studying Sam and Dean in a new light now. He nodded slowly, taking a step towards them. 

"Fine" he agreed, but his eyebrows were furrowed with anger. "You two listen to me. If you do anything to harm my niece or her friends, there will be hell to pay" my uncle growled. 

"Well take it from a guy who has been to hell, I won't hurt her" Dean swore, surprising me. Well I was surprised he was promising to not hurt me and I was surprised he had been to hell. I guess Derek had been right. They have handled worse stuff. My uncle backed away slowly. 

"I'll be in the den" he muttered, hastily grabbing the newspaper off of the counter before storming off. 

"Well isn't he a ball of sunshine" Dean snarked, picking up his bag as I began guiding them up the stairs. 

"Yeah well he's been through a lot. That alpha that I mentioned earlier? Yeah he nearly killed my uncle. Well he would have been dead if it wasn't for my healing abilities" I informed them as we reached the top of the stairs. Sam shot me a sympathetic look. Not that I needed it. I was fine. "Okay so those are your two rooms" I pointed to the two doors on the sides of the hallway. "And that's my room" I pointed to the door at the end. 

"Thanks" Dean smiled, opening his door and Sam doing the same. I took this moment to take a breath. Everything was okay. Then I felt my phone begin to buzz.

"Hello?" I answered, surprised at how exhausted my voice sounded. Well I was exhausted. More then I had noticed. My bones ached, my limbs like jello. Perhaps it was the powers. 

"Emma?" Stiles voice called from the other end. "Oh my god you're alive! Oh thank god!" he exclaimed. "We found Lydia" he cut himself off, his voice serious now. 

"Oh my god is she okay?" I asked, rubbing my head as a splitting headache began to bloom. God I was really tired. 

"Yeah she's fine. She says she doesn't remember much. She was shaking and naked and cold but we got her some clothes, fed her and she is back to normal. Emma she's not a werewolf. We tested her" Stiles informed me. 

"Then what the hell is she?" I slurred, a burning sensation beginning to spread through my limbs. I shifted my position trying to relieve the pain. 

"I don't know" Stiles sighed, sounding equally as defeated as I was. "You sound tired. Why don't you hit the hay and you can tell me all about how you kicked those two FBI imposters asses" Stiles laughed.

"K" I said, hanging up. I didn't have the energy to explain. I didn't have any energy in fact. And my head was killing me. I bit down on my lip as my head throbbed. "Ah" I bent over in pain, running my hands through my hair. Then I screamed. I really hadn't wanted to but the pain was unbearable. In seconds, Sam and Dean came running into the hallway where they found me curled up in a ball, crying out in pain. 

"Emma?" Dean asked, kneeling next to me placing his hand on my arm. I screamed out again, hot tears beginning to stream down my cheeks as the pain spread.