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The Splice Girl

"You haven't killed anybody yet, Em. Walk away." Dean almost pleaded. He really didn't want to pull the trigger on his daughter, not an innocent child. Because even though she'd been brainwashed, Emma was still his daughter. He couldn't kill her. "Right now, I won't hurt you."

Dean her hesitate for a moment. Please, Em, don't. He prayed in his mind.

"I can't" Emma said, but her hand was shaking. "I don't have a choice." Even as she said it, Dean knew he was getting through to her. Her words lacked the conviction they once held, and were instead fearful. God, what had those bitches said to her to have her so scared?

"Yes, you do." He lowered his gun just as the door flew open, drawing Emma's attention towards the loud crash. It was Sam, his gun pointed at Emma.

Dean saw the determination in his brother's eyes and knew what he was planning. Without realizing it he took some steps closer to his daughter, the instinct to protect her was like second nature to him even if he'd just met her and she'd threatened to kill him. It wasn't her fault.

Emma turned back towards Dean, fear clear in her eyes and the knife cluttered to the floor. She was just a kid, and it was then that Dean realized that his daughter wasn't a monster. No, Em had just been brainwashed but she didn't have it in hr to hurt anyone. Innocence still flashed in her eyes.

Without thinking about it, Dean launched himself towards his daughter to put her out of harm's way just as Sam pulled the trigger and they landed on the floor with a thud. Quickly, Dean pointed his own gun at Sam and kept his daughter behind him. She hid behind his body, clutching at his shirt.

"Don't shoot, Sam." Dean said, panting.

Sam gave him a look of disbelief but didn't lower his gun. "What? Are you crazy? She's here to kill you, Dean!"

"I know. But she didn't do it." Dean tried using reason with his brother, it almost always worked. "She's my daughter, Sammy. She's family." Even as he said those words he knew that Sam wasn't buying any of it and he didn't blame him.

"I'm sorry." Emma whispered. "They told me I had to do it but I didn't want to. I swear. I just couldn't do it."

Dean's jaw tightened at the sound of those words. He pretty much wanted to kill those bitches now for doing that to his kid. He knew what it was like to be manipulated into doing something you didn't want to do and to know that at such young age Em had already experienced that made him angry.

Sam, on the other hand, wasn't moved at all. "I don't believe a word she's saying. Dean, she's a monster."

"I'm not a monster!" Emma sobbed from behind Dean. "I'm not a monster." She repeated and whether or not she was trying to convince herself or Sam, Dean wasn't sure. But he knew she wasn't a monster.

"Calm down, people. Nobody's gonna kill anybody."

Sam let out a bitter laugh and finally lowered his gun. He ran a hand through his hair and began pacing the room. Dean lowered his gun and stood up, helping Em do the same. He wasn't about to trust Sam on not hurting Emma so he kept her hidden behind him.

"Dean, do you have any idea how crazy this is?" Sam stopped pacing and sat on the bed. His entire demeanor had changed. He no longer looked like he was about to kill anyone, but rather worried and tired. Like he couldn't take anything anymore.

To be honest, Dean felt the same. "Yes, Sam. I have an idea. I just found out I have a kid, not to mention the fact that you almost killed her." He answered sarcastically. It was lame and without any malicious intent behind it and, thankfully, Sam didn't take it at heart.

"We have to go, Sam." Dean suggested, letting some of his tension go away. "Those bi—amazons could looking for us any minute."

Almost instantly, Sam sprang into action. This gave the younger man something to concentrate on besides the fact that his brother was defending one of the Amazonian's spawn. "The local detective was one of them." Sam informed him. "She tried to kill me just as I was coming out of the professor's office and my cell broke during the fight. That's why I couldn't call you on time to warn you about… her."

Emma made a funny noise behind Dean. She still hadn't moved away from him, probably still afraid of Sam even though he wasn't pointing a gun at her anymore. "Is she… dead?"

Sam clenched his jaw. "Yes."

This bit of info did make Dean feel better. But he had a feeling that that didn't mean those bitches wouldn't come after them. "Em, you're coming with us."

"Yes." She barely whispered. If she was honest with herself, she was afraid of what Sam would do to her if given the chance. Em was more than capable of fighting him, they taught her well, but didn't want to hurt, much less kill, anyone. This, as she'd mentioned earlier, was her last chance at normal.

In just a couple of minutes they were all packed and ready to go. Emma grabbed her obnoxiously pink suitcase, making a mental note to ditch it as soon as possible so she wouldn't draw much attention to herself, and followed Dean out the motel to an old, black car. Without looking at her, Sam waited for her to get in the back seat and haul her own suitcase in before getting in as shotgun.

I absolutely loved the new episode and was inspired enough to write this. With luck, and if enough of you review, I might incorporate this into my new Supernatural story, which I'll be posting soon.