A young blonde haired girl was sitting in front of a slate colored tombstone. "I miss you dad, so much." she said as a few tears fell down her face. She laid a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave. "I love you." she said, placing her hand on the cold tombstone, and running her fingers across the words "loving father, brother, and son" that were engraved on it. She looked at the name Dean Winchester, the dates January 24, 1979 - September 2, 2008 were written under it. A shadow was cast over her as if a man was standing behind her. The daylight suddenly turned dark and foggy, she turned around to see a man with yellow eyes staring at her. She jolted awake. "You ok?" Sam asked her, worried. Emma placed her hand on her forehead and slid it down her face, wiping away the cold sweat. "Yeah I'm fine." she sighed. "You sure?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I'm sure." Emma said, still a little dazed by her nightmare.
She turned around in her seat, opened the glove box, and pulled out Dean's collection of classic rock tapes and put the one labeled "Emma's mix" into the tape deck. Metallica's "Enter Sandman" started to play. Emma propped her elbow on the arm rest of the door and rested her head on her hand. Staring out the window her eyes were droopy and sad. She grasped her hand around the amulet on the string around her neck and held onto it. A couple tears fell down her face, but she wiped them quickly away before Sam saw them. Dean died when she was five, he was on a hunt and things didn't really go as planned. At least that's what Sam told her. Eleven years and Emma still didn't know how her father really died. Sam pulled into the parking lot of a motel and parked the impala. Emma went around back to the trunk and grabbed her bag out. After Sam got a room they took their bags in. Emma took the bed nearest to the far wall and set her bag on it. "You hungry?" Sam asked her, unpacking his clothes. "No not really" Emma said. While she was unpacking, a picture of her and Dean fell out of her bag. It was the picture of Dean holding her in his arms and she was giving him a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes were fixed on the picture she couldn't tear away from it. Sam looked over at her staring at the picture, he felt bad about Dean. He should have been able to get him out of his deal, Emma should have her father. He wanted to tell her but he knew what it would do to her, knowing that Dean died for her would devastate her. He knew it was best to keep it to himself no matter how much he wanted to tell her.
Sam had gone to get something to eat, since tomorrow was the date her fathers death, Emma decided to stay behind and take a trip down memory lane. She didn't have alot from her dad, she only knew him 5 years, but everything about him was still fresh in her mind. She had his jacket in her bag. After he died she slept with it every night for a year. She put the jacket up to her face and took a deep breath. She couldn't smell Dean on it anymore, which made her sad. Every year she took that jacket out, and every year the smell drifted even further away. She folded the jacket up and laid it on the bed next to her bag. Just as she set it on the bed Sam walked back into the room and had a take-out box in his hand. "I brought you some food if you get hungry." Sam said, setting the food on the table. "I haven't seen this in a while." Sam said, picking up Dean's jacket. Emma quickly grabbed it from him and held it close to her. "Sorry." Sam said, he was hurting too but he knew Emma was hurting alot more. He knew what losing your dad felt like, it took him back to when John died. His eyes dropped to a saddened stare. "I'm sorry. I just hate that he's not here." Emma said. "I know." Sam said with understanding eyes. "I'm gonna go to bed." Emma said. She packed everything, but Dean's jacket, back into her bag. She put the bag onto the floor, and crawled into bed hugging the jacket. Sam got into his bed and turned out the lights. Emma held the jacket close to her, tears were streaming down her face, and she tried to muffle them by burying her face into Dean's jacket. Sam could hear her sobs, he got up and sat on her bed and rubbed her back. "Em you ok?" Sam asked. "I just miss him so much." Emma said, sitting up on the bed her knees up to her chest. "I know you do, I miss him too." Sam said, a couple of tears had fallen down his face as well. "How exactly did it happen? The accident I mean." Emma asked Sam. Sam bowed his head down. "Uncle Sam what is it?" Emma asked, slightly confused. "Nothing, it's nothing." Sam said trying to get around the subject. "It apparently isn't." Emma said, she knew her uncle wasn't telling her something. "Your dad made me promise not to tell you." Sam said. "Tell me what?" Emma asked. A silence overcame the room "Uncle Sam!" Emma said, she was starting to get annoyed by her uncle. "Emma your dad made a deal." Sam said. "A deal? What do you mean?" Sam looked around the room, he couldn't look Emma in the eye with what he was about to tell her. "Dean made a deal for you Emma. Eleven years ago...you sighs... you died and your dad made a deal to bring you back. He got a year." Sam said, he was relieved that he finally told her the truth, but he felt guilty because he promised Dean he wouldn't. "I...died?" Emma said, she was more confused now than before. "And he brought me back? He traded his life for mine?!" Emma said, tears were falling down her face again. "He made me promise not to tell you." Sam said, putting his hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her. She brushed his hand away and got up off the bed. "He's been dead eleven years! And you never thought you should tell me this?!" Emma yelled at Sam. "He made me promise Emma! And I figured since it was his last wish that I'd honor it!" Sam yelled back. "You're not the only person who lost someone." Sam finished, his eyes had gone angry and sad. Emma's were the same way. "I need some fresh air." Emma said, grabbing the keys to the impala off the nightstand. "Emma where are you going?!" Sam said. "Away from here!" Emma said and slammed the door. Sam ran outside and saw Emma getting into the car "Emma!" Sam yelled running up to the car but she was speeding off. He kept sight of the car until it disappeared into the darkness.
Emma had driven for a couple miles and pulled off to the side of the road. She wiped away the tears from her eyes. She felt betrayed by her uncle, he should have told her about her dad. After Dean died Emma remembered everyone having a sad look on there faces, and how sorry they were about her dad. She remembered that she didn't really know what was going on, just that her dad wasn't there anymore. When it finally sank in that he was gone it was about a week after he died, and she cried because she wanted Dean with her. She took the necklace around her neck off and held it in her hand, looking at the golden amulet. Sam had given it to her when Dean died, it was a symbol of protection, she didn't see the point in it being a protection symbol, it didn't protect her dad. She put the necklace back around her neck and sighed. "I should be dead right now." Emma said to herself. "He should be here not me." she finished, wiping tears away. From what her uncle, Bobby, and Ellen had taught her about hunting over the years she knew what she could do to make everything right. Then it hit her...did Bobby and Ellen know too? Had everyone in her life been lying to her? She was a little dazed at this thought. "They had to of known." Emma whispered to herself, she sat up in her seat and gripped the steering wheel tight with one hand. "How could they do that?" she asked herself. Her tears had stopped she was now mad at the people she thought were her family and friends, these were people she trusted, and they kept this from her for over a decade. She put the car in drive and started on the road again.
Emma had been driving all night before she finally pulled into a familiar drive way. She walked up to the door and knocked. Bobby answered the door "Emma?" he said, surprised that she was on his doorstep. "Sam has been worried sick about you." Bobby said to Emma as she walked in. "Did you know?" Emma asked, her eyes were tired, angry, and sad all at once. Bobby lowered his head. "Did you?" Emma asked again, her eyebrows lowered, trying to stare down Bobby. "Yeah I did." Bobby finally replied. "I can't believe this." Emma said, taking a seat on Bobby's couch. "Your dad made us promise." Bobby said. "I don't give a damn what he made you promise Bobby! Someone should have told me!" Emma yelled at him. "Don't you get that attitude with me! Dean was like a son to me I had to keep my word to him!" Bobby said. "In case you hadn't noticed, he's not here. Whatever promise you made him...died when he did." Emma said, her voice was shaky, tears had welled up in her eyes but she was fighting them both. "Emma there is alot about this you don't understand, things you don't remember..." "Of course I don't remember them Bobby, I was five! He was my dad, and the fact that my family and friends have been keeping this from me...it hurts, it does. I can't believe I ever trusted any of you." Emma said, walking out and slamming the door. Bobby picked up the phone and dialed Sam.
"Emma?" Sam said, answering his phone. "No Sam, it's Bobby. Emma was just here." Bobby said. "Was she ok?" Sam asked, worried. "Other than yelling at me, she seemed fine." Bobby said sarcastically. "Do you know where she went?" Sam asked. "No she stormed out. Sam why did you tell her?" Bobby asked, wondering why he broke his promise to Dean. "I didn't mean to. The tension with it being the anniversary of his death just kinda coaxed it out." Sam said. "I feel like I betrayed him Bobby. I shouldn't of told her." Sam finished. "Listen I'm gonna go see if I can track her down. I'll call you if I find her." Bobby said. "Ok thanks Bobby." Sam said, hanging up. Bobby headed outside to his truck, started it, and pulled out of his driveway, going after Emma.
Night had fallen and Emma had parked the impala once again. This time at a crossroads. She took a deep breath then got out of the impala. She went around to the trunk and prepared a box filled with all the things to summon a crossroads demon. She finally put a picture of herself in the box and went and buried it at the center of the crossroads. She stood up, very nervous as to what was about to happen. "Can I help you?" the demon said, a tall dark haired man was standing before her, dressed in a black suit. Emma was silent for a second, trying to think about what she was going to do. "I haven't got all day sweetheart." the demon said. Emma sighed. "Can you bring my dad back?" Emma asked. "That depends..." "On what?" Emma asked. "Who is your father?" the demon asked. "Dean Winchester." Emma replied. "You're a Winchester?" the demon said, sounding surprised. "Does that surprise you?" Emma asked. "Actually yes. But I won't go into that. I take it you want him back here with you and you want the 10 years?" the demon said. "That's what I was thinking." Emma said. "Fine, but here's the thing, you try to welch or weasel your way out...he drops dead, he's back to rotten meat in no time. We have a deal?" the demon said. "Deal." Emma said sealing it with a kiss.
The demon disappeared and Emma was alone. She took a deep breath once again. She didn't know what she had just gotten herself into. "Excuse me." Emma heard a familiar voice call. She was afraid to turn around. "Um excuse me, lady?" Emma turned around, hoping Dean would recognize her. Dean cocked his head to the side and looked at her. "Have we met before?" Dean asked. Emma didn't know what to say, she was still in awe that her father was standing in front of her, alive and well. "I think we have." Emma said, a smile had overcome her face. Dean was getting a little creeped out, then he spotted the impala. "Is that my car?" Dean asked. Emma didn't really know what to say. "Why do you have my car?" Dean asked her. "Oh um, I know your brother. He's helping me out on a hunt and I drove out here to do some research." Emma quickly replied, glad she came up with a convincing story. "You know where Sam is?" Dean perked up. "Yeah. Like I said me and him are working a hunt." Emma said. "Did he have a little girl with him?" Dean asked. Emma stopped for a second trying to think about what she was going to say then "Emma?" she replied. "Yeah." Dean said, with a sigh of relief. "I can drive you back to the motel if you want?" Emma said. "Yeah that be great." Dean didn't care that a stranger was going to drive his car. He happily got into the passenger's seat. Emma started the car and they pulled onto the road. "So what's your name anyway?" Dean asked. Emma didn't know what to say. "Ash." she said, it was the first thing that popped into her head. "Ash?" Dean said. "Uh yeah, short for Ashley." Emma said. "Oh." Dean said, he turned on the radio to dissipate the awkward silence.
It was a few hours of driving before they got back to the motel. They both got out of the car "Um could you wait here for a second?" Emma said. "Why?" Dean asked. "Because I have to go tell Sam and Emma you're here." Emma said. Dean was still confused but he decided to wait, even though he was suspicious of "Ash" . Emma went inside "Emma!" Sam said getting up and hugging her. "Where the hell have you been?" Sam asked. "Ok first off I really don't want you to get mad..." Emma said. "Mad at what?" Sam asked, scared of what Emma was going to say. "Actually I think it'd be better if I showed you." Emma said. "Wait here." she said, then walked out the door. She motioned for Dean to go inside. "Aren't you coming?" Dean asked. "No I think it'd be better if I stayed out here." Emma said. "Ok." Dean said then went inside. Emma rubbed her tired eyes, waiting for her dad and uncle to figure out what she had done.
Dean walked into the room. Sam looked at him and thought he was just so tired from worrying about Emma that he was seeing things. "Sammy." Dean said, going and hugging his brother. Dean stepped back and saw his brother wasn't as enthusiastic as he was. "What's with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." Dean said sarcastically. "How did you get here?" Sam asked, still wondering if he was really seeing his brother, or if something in his brain had finally snapped and he was hallucinating "Um that blonde chick outisde brought me here, Ash I think's her name." Dean said. "So you and her, are you, you know...together? Cause dude she looks like a teenager and that's even a little creepy for me." Dean asked, cocking his eyebrows. "God no!" Sam quickly replied, realizing who he was talking about. "Ok I'm dealing with a, clearly, touchy subject. So where's Em?" Dean asked. Sam didn't say anything. "Why don't you ask her." Sam said, pointing to Emma who had just walked in. Dean was still very confused as to what was going on. "You didn't tell him did you?" Sam said, his eyebrows had lowered. He was scared because he didn't know what stupid thing Emma had done to bring Dean back. "Ok seriously, the two of you are starting to creep me out, and where the hell is Emma!" Dean said, he was getting annoyed that his brother wasn't telling him anything. Emma looked down at the floor. Then back up at Dean "I am Emma. Dad it's me." Emma said. Dean just looked at her like she was crazy, and then looked at Sam. "Sammy what the hell is she talking about?" Dean said. "Dean, she's telling the truth." Sam said. Dean could always tell when Sam was lying, and this wasn't one of them. He looked at Emma then back at Sam. Then sat on the bed. "What year is it?" Dean asked, resting his head in his hands. "It's 2019, Dean." Sam said, trying to break the news as gentle as possible. Everything started to flood back to him. "Why am I here? I died." Dean said. "I'm still trying to figure that one out." Sam said, looking at Emma. Dean had lifted his head up out of his hands and looked at Emma too. "What did you do?" Dean asked Emma. He finally realized where he found her, at a crossroads. "Emma, please tell me you didn't make deal." Dean asked her. Emma dropped her eyes to the floor. "Emma!" Dean yelled at her, trying to get a response. She jolted her head up. "How long did you get?" Dean asked. "Ten years." Emma replied. Dean got that same feeling when Emma died in his arms. "How could you be that stupid?" Dean said then walked out the door. Emma was on the brink of tears "Emma, I have to agree with him. This is the stupidest thing you've ever done." Sam said, then went out the door after Dean. The tears Emma had been trying to fight back finally fell down her face.