Sorry guys but I can't write in first person so this has been re-written

The stiff chair dug in to her lower back as she leant forward to better answer the question her sister had asked. Emily was one who hated how their Dad lied constantly, to the point that neither child knew if he was telling the truth or not. Granted he thought he was protecting them ,but that was beside the point. So imagine the disgust she felt when she lied to her baby sister, the question had been "Why are you the only one visiting me?"
Emily pushed her knotty , unwashed hair in to a messy ponytail but did not take her eyes off of her sister, Kitty. The scent of disinfectant invaded her nose and the beeping of heart monitors fluttered faintly in to the private room both sat in now, the private room was thanks to credit card scams that left Emily feeling like a theif.
Both hated the hospital, so full of death but it couldn't be helped, Kitty needed a proper bed.

"Well, you see Dad's on a hunt. He's really busy right now, but he told me to tell you that he loves you and to get better." Emily smiled but they both knew it was a lie, Kitty was sixteen not six. They both knew Dad was out getting drunk somewhere like he had since Kitty was two and Emily ten. "And Mum's trying to get over here from England." Kitty gave a small smile to her sister. Emily knew Kitty was going to die at any moment and the thought almost brought tears to her eyes ,but she had cried last night until no more tears came.
Kitty had taken the news rather well but Emily suspected it didn't quite sink in until now. Latley Kitty had been talking about after she had passed, she wanted Emily to get on with her life and do what she wanted with her life instead of what she thought she had to would hear nothing of it.
"Uncle Bobby said he'd come up." Emily tried a small smile but it died on her lips.

Kitty looked at the blond wig sitting on her side with sad blue eyes and sighed. It was funny that they where sisters but completely the opposite, Emily had their fathers brown eyes and their mothers brown hair making her easy to miss in a crowd. Both girls where tall but for Emily it came with awkwardness stating that she couldn't dance with any of the boys, and at twenty one she had been resigned to the fact that she would die alone.
Suddenly Emily yawned, "You should go get some rest." Kitty told her in the no nonsense tone that led to the question of who was older here. Emily shifted her weight so she was facing sideways and shook her head. "I'm not leaving you. I'm fine anyway." Emily gave her a grin that was fooling no one. Kitty saw how dark the circles had gotten under Emily's eyes and fixed her sister with a glare that scarily reminded her of their mother "Emily, go. Sleep. Now."
Emily stood with a playful sigh.
"What? Don't ya like my company or something?" she asked in mock offence making Kitty giggle at her older sisters childish behaviour. As Emily got near the door she turned to face Kitty with a serouse expression."Keep your chin up Kitty-cat, theirs got to be a way." Kitty nodded and with a wave Emily left. Kitty sat watching her sister retreat down the ward. Every time Emily left Kitty knew it could be the last time they saw each other, that thought broke the dam she had built around her emotions.
She cried quietly for the first time in weeks for herself, for Emily and for the years she would miss.

Later when Emily arrived at the motel her and her Father was staying at she found he was no where to be seen, she threw her cargo jacket on to one of the cheap, stained beds. Even now she could still smell the acrid stench of vomit her father had graced the bathroom floor with and even after hours of cleaning, it still clung to the air. In one ungraceful moment she fell to her knees at the bed and prayed like she did every night since they found out Kitty had cancer. She thought that like always she would be ignored and her pleas unanswered. But tonight was different, tonight someone answered just not who she was expecting.
"Dear lord who art in heaven, hollowed be thy name." A mocking chuckle stopped her prayer. It didn't sound like Dad. She drew her knife cautiously from her belt slowly about to attack,
"I wouldn't do that, love. I'm here to help you." It was male and as she turned she found herself face to face with what she knew now to be a demon ,the air stank of sulphur.
Emily cursed herself for not checking the salt lines like he usually would. It was obvious he wanted something if not she would have already been dead, "What could I possibly need your help for?" Emily asked in disgust her feet edging slowly to the salt shaker on the desk by the bed.
His lips turned up in a smirk "How bout your sister's life?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Her heart stopped and she felt sick. Her mind supplied her with one fact she had been told ,that demons liked deals but she wasn't stupid enough to give up her soul right?
Wrong.
"you let my sister live longer you get my soul, but you give me ten years. Deal?" Emily had heard from other hunters like herself about these deals. Her hand hung in the air ready for a hand shake. He smirked even more "Deal." he growled and with one tug on Emily's outstretched wrist pulled her to him and in to a searing kiss.
She pushed against him to free herself and rub at her mouth like a school kid, her mouth was open ready to scream obscenities at him.
But he was gone.
A week later, Kitty was dead.

So after that Emily left her Dad behind. It was a sure fact he would find some woman to take him in, so he was probably fine. Emily ,on the other hand, found a nice car and took what she had learnt from her Dad so she could destroy any monsters in her way while hiding from the demon she stupidly made the deal with.
Emily's family were hunters on both sides of the family, stretching back in history.
You also might be appalled that she left her Father after Kitty had died, but you don't know him. After their Mother left their Dad started drinking, gambling, verbal abuse and who was his favourite daughter to take it out on? Emily.
Soon all he did was hunt ,drink and complain about how Emily was the first born so -in his logic- she should have been a boy. Nice to know your a disappointment before your even born, right?. But that was Dad, always disappointed no matter what ,even if you killed a werewolf with nothing more than a slither of silver through the jugular.
Well more of fell on it and accidently killed it, but she got the job done.

ooo

Emily lay on a moth eaten motel bed staring at the fan swirling round and round like a round-about. The wall were peeling in damp layers like skin where the mould had gotten under it and forced the paper up. The window was broke and nailed shut where the previous occupant had jumped out being chased by police, (Emily had been at the reception when it happened.)
The room had one bed, a rickety old chest of drawers, a wooden coffee table and a broken TV that only had one channel that came through clear.
The bathroom, well that room had to be sterilised with buckets of bleach before she took a shower in that tub. It was in all honesty a shit hole, but they still had those little soaps Emily like to steal so it had some redeeming features.
Her duffle was stowed under the bed full of both clean and dirty clothes alike, all she could do now was wait till sleep over took her.
The sound like rustling wings and clothes broke the dull buzz of the light outside the door, the light flickered on and off like it couldn't decide whether it was going to stay on or not. A small tight smile found it's way on to Emily's lips, "Hello, Elijah." she greeted the strange presence. "Hello, Emily." Elijah said in a monotone. Apparently Elijah was suppose to be her guardian angel, or something like that. She had no idea why God would bother giving her an angel because as far as she wa concerned she was a nobody.
"The Angels have fallen." Elijah stated simply in a monotone, he didn't seem upset more annoyed like this was an inconvenience. "What are you going to do?" she asked.

"We have fallen, I no longer have a mission. Therefore there is no reason for me to stay here. I must find my brethren." and with that he left in a blink of an eye.
Well that was charming, I'm not worth even a goodbye now? Emily thought. She groaned as she pulled the scratchy pillow over her head trying to block out the fucked up world she lived in but only managing to make her hair knottier.
Now she truly was alone, that thought depressed her even more than the room she currently 'lived' in.
"Emily Hunter Atwood."
Emily leapt from the bed the knife she hide under her pillow held in her right hand and now pressed up against the intruders neck.
She had learnt from last time.
The said intruder smiled "Hello, Kitty sends her regards." he said and raised his hand to touch her forehead. Who the heck was he and what kind of sicko says that about someones DEAD sister, "Who are you." she demanded, he set his face in a serious expression. "I am Saint Peter and you are needed." just then he touched her forehead and all she could see for a few seconds was white, and some how she managed to fall on her ass.
Emily blinked away the white and found herself in the middle of what she some how knew as a bunker, here she sat with two guys staring at her from a huge table and no clothes or weapons apart from her knife. "Mother fucker!" she shouted directed at the Angel who sent her here.

The guy stood from his chair with the shorter one close behind, "What the hell. Emmy?" The shorter one asked. Emily looked at him closely, his face looked familiar older but familiar. Then it dawned on her who he was , "Dean?" She asked not really believing it, but yeah that was Dean alright. "What the fuck?" he asked
"I don't Know."

That's how it started. That's how any story starts, with a beginning but no one can fathom the middle nor the end. So this is the story from here..