Sculpture People

I'm writing Shadow at the minute. It's going pretty slowly mainly because the episode starts relatively slowly.

“You sure this is it?” Emmy asked disapprovingly from the back seat of the sleek ’67 Chevy Impala. “Pretty sure we should have taken a left back there...” Emmy picked at her fingernails, trying to look disinterested.

“You mean towards Millennium Park?” Lauren asked observationally. “Didn’t think you were a park person.”

“Well, Millennium Park sounds a lot more interesting than another dead person.” Emmy retorted, stifling a yawn about to pass from her parted lips. Lauren made an amused snorting noise.

“Maybe you would fit in okay at the park... but I’m not so sure about Stretch and Muscles over there.” She raised her eyebrows in the direction of the offending brothers, who were busy pulling on matching navy coveralls, the integral part of their newest scheme.

“Is anyone really gonna fall for those?” Emmy said disapprovingly.

“Thanks for the support.” Dean said witheringly, “Great to know everyone’s on board here.”

Emmy rolled her eyes and creased her eyebrows together as Dean and Sam slipped out of the car into the Chicago breeze.

“What’s got you so upset? You’re usually one hundred and ten percent on these schemes.” Lauren asked her sulking friend.

“Don’t know.” Emmy muttered. “I’m just not in the mood for another hunt right now.”

“Fair enough.” Lauren stated. She knew what Emmy meant, the smell of corpses and the horrible crimson blood was enough to send most normal people howling to the nuthouse. She wondered idly when she had crossed that line.

“Plus I saw a brochure with the greatest sculpture ever.” Emmy said, so quietly that Lauren hardly heard her.

“A sculpture? You’re a sculpture person?” Lauren asked in disbelief. She had pegged Emmy as many things but an art person?

“It’s no ordinary sculpture, Lauren.” Emmy’s serious tone and expression forced Lauren to bite her lip to stifle a laugh. “It’s the biggest giant metal ball... thing. You. Will. Ever. See.”

“Sounds impressive,” Lauren retorted as seriously as she could. “You could ask Dean for the keys and we could go and see the sculpture. It beats waiting around here for them to get back.”

Emmy’s face brightened at the idea, “This is why you’re Brain and I’m Pinky.” She threw the car door open, launched herself outside and Lauren watched amusedly as Emmy half ran, half skipped behind the boys until she caught up with their large strides. Lauren smiled at the varying facial expressions that crossed their faces as Emmy explained her plan to them. Eventually Dean must have given in because Emmy jumped into the air excitedly and grabbed the small bundle of silver keys from his outstretched hand. Within seconds Emmy had bundled herself back into the car, her mood completely changed. She swung her gaze into the back seat and gave Lauren a disapproving look.

“Lauren. I’m not going to chauffer you around Chicago, get in the front.” Lauren paused before climbing awkwardly from the back into the front. She sat there for a moment in silence.

“Emmy... This is the first time I’ve been in the front of this car.”

Emmy looked at her in a mixture of confusion and amusement. “One of these fine days you and Dean are going to realise that you’re actually secret best friends. Or maybe...” Lauren shot her a disbelieving look, “You’re already secret best friends.” Lauren snorted.

“Yeah, yeah, can we get moving?”

~w_N_a