Sorry about the delay! I've been busy so here's chapter two. It goes in to first person reading, then third. You get to hear about Emma and her weird origin. I own nothing, just Em.

Chapter 2

It begins when I was 17. I lived in a town outside of Stanford. There were murders happening all around town. I lived with my mother and step-father and little sister. My older sister went missing a month ago so we were all vulnerable. There was a "detective" on the case trying to figure out why all these murders were occurring. He had visited my house, asking questions about my older sister. I remember walking home from school when a black cloud surrounded me. The pain of being a prisoner in my own body was unimaginable.

I was screaming for someone to help me, but no one listened. It only got worse when the demon would hit my sister for no damn reason then called her a bitch or a little slut. I could see the fear in her eyes whenever she saw me. I had to watch as I felt the demon kill her. Then my step father and my mother were last.

The demon stood there after it killed everyone, soaking up of how proud it was. The next moment the front door of my house slammed open. The man that was there was your father, John. The demon knew him.

"Hello John," The demon pushed him to a wall, "I'm sorry you were late to enjoy the party, but me and you get one-on-one time," she smirked.

"So is that you're plan; killing people?" John grunted.

"They're not my plans exactly, but I don't mind the killing if it brings you to me," She grinned

"You're really sick! I guess going back to hell will do you some good."

"What are you talking about?" the demon questioned. Then from behind, a dark shadowy figure tossed a burning powder on her. When we turned around I saw that the power was nothing other than salt. The demon screamed loud, even louder when holy water was thrown on her.

She made my body fall down next to my mother. I looked right into her eyes when they blinked. She was still alive, but frozen on reaction. Her look still haunts my dreams. Her mouth was in an "O" shape form from yelling and her eyes deep in fear. Then the lights went off in her eyes.

I tuned in on what was happening around me. All I remember is they demon yelling when the mystery man sprayed holy water on her and John reading off Latin words.

The only thing worse than a demon being jammed into you, is when it's being pulled out. It's like you're throwing up your insides but ten times worse. Finally when it that "thing" was out of me I felt like I was dead. I laid there lifeless until the mystery man knelt down to feel my pulse.

"She might still be alive. Her heart beat seems to be low."

"What do we do with her?"

"We could leave her, but that's wrong John. She's only a kid."

I remember gasping awake and my eyes flew open. I seemed to scare the man, but it was an accident. John ran over to my side.

"Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Like I died," I said so sorrowfully. John and the man looked at me with sadness.

"I'm sorry, I was too late," John looked down with so much disappointment. He didn't want another family to turn into his. The only sad thing was that I was alone.

"Is it dead?" I asked.

"We sent it back to hell."

"So it's still alive?"

John nodded. I few tears went down my eyes.

"Do you have any other family?" The man asked. I nodded, "Who?"

"My dad, my real dad, but I don't know where he is. He travels around a lot."

"I can take you to a friend of mine's until we track him down, if you want," John looked at me, trying to make up for the fact how my family is dead. I feel guilty for what I said next, "No. You need to take me with you. We need to kill this demon!"

"Whoa! Hold on there. You're not thinking this through. You want to hunt down something that's in hell?"

"Won't demons just find a way out?" I spat. I knew a little on demons, my mom always took me to church and I did love horror movies.

"Well I don't know. You don't need to live this life. You can go on to have a future-," John tried to convince not to, but I wouldn't hear it.
"Have a future? What are you talking about? There's nothing else for me here. My life was my family and now they're dead! You want me to live my loser of a dad? Is that my future? Being miserable then checking into an insane ward?"

John was silent. The man spoke, "We could take her to Bobby's for training."

"Are you insane? You want to turn this girl into one of us?"

"She's right, John. No offense but she has nothing left. How else do hunters form?"

"Jesus Rufus, I won't allow it! I'm sorry Emma, but you don't want this responsibility!"

"I'm your responsibility! You were late! You have to take me! It wanted you!" the aftershock of my yelling brought some tears. John's face was angry, but I put a guilt trip on him. I look back on it now and it wasn't his fault. I was just an impulsive dumbass looking for a reason to kill things. John knew me for a little bit but was protective of me.

He took me in for a month. The first week was hard. I didn't eat at all and I was so quite. John left me in a motel room when he got a case and came back. He talked about you two a lot. Finally I picked up a gun and he knew I was ready to learn. He schooled me, trained me, told me everything.

I met a lot of people. But all things come to an end. I was spotted; apparently my dad put my pictures on milk cartons. I guess he did care. The police took me and placed me in his custody while John went on a hunt. I never saw him again after that.


Dean was walking around Emma, who was still tied up.

"So you knew my dad?"

"Yes, if it wasn't for him, I'd be dead," Sam look at his stomach. Emma left a little bruise from when she stomped on him.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"I was in the Marines for four years after I went to a community college."

That took Sam and Dean by surprise, "Army? Why did you do that?" Dean asked.

"Well, believe it or not, your dad was a big influence on that. He told me how he was a marine. I had no future. All I wanted to do was fight; to hunt. When I lived with my dad I would be on the search for anything weird going on. I did take on a few monsters and ghosts."

"So you were playing superhero?" Dean asked. Emma smiled, "More or less. I would go to school with a black eye or scratches on my body. People thought it was my dad, but no one did anything. My dad assumed I got in a fight at school. It didn't really matter, we would move two months later. After I graduated high school I joined the Marines to keep me preoccupied"

"So when did you meet, Sasquatch?" Dean pointed to Sam, who gave an annoyed look.

"I meet you trying to find John," she looked over to Sam.


I came back home from my station in Afghanistan. I only signed up for four years and got out while I could. I was at a gas station in Kansas City when my phone went off.

"Hello?" No answer. Just static, then it went silent. I hung up after being impatient. A few days later, my phone rang again, only this time when I answered I heard a yell and a lot of rustling.

My first thought was someone was in trouble. I did everything I could to track down the number. When I found a name I was so excited. The name was one of John's allies. I thought he was looking for me; he wants me to help him. For a whole year I searched for that damn phone, but I found it. I got this address to a car shop. I thought it was a little weird at first, but I figured to just go with it.

I walked up to the door with a nervous feeling in my gut. What if he's not here? What if he forgot about me? What has he been up too?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

It must have been the longest ten seconds of my life. I actually broke a sweat when the door opened. It wasn't John like I'd expected. It was this tall man with long brown hair and puppy dog eyes. We looked at each other from bottom to top. I decided to say something.

"Is there a John Winchester here?"

"No, I'm sorry he passed away a few years ago."

My heart sunk. The only man I knew as an actual dad was dead. I wanted to cry right then and there but I held strong.

"Who are you?" this man asked.

"Just an old friend of John's," I choked out.

"My name is Sam, I'm his son."

"Emma Monte. John told me about you."

We shook hands. I was looking down at the ground still trying to wrap my head around John's death.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you know John?"

"He helped me get through a really rough part in my life," I shed a tear when I shut me eyes.

"Listen if you want, you can come in and sit down for a bit."

I looked up and smiled, "That would be nice," I walked in. When I walked over into the office area to sit down I noticed Sam kept staring at me. He watched me as if he was expecting me to do something bad.

I looked up and saw a weird symbol on the ceiling. I then inspected the entire room. There was salt on the windows, a shot gun on the desk, and rosaries dipped in water.

"I take it you think I'm a demon or something?"

Sam tilted his head, "So you do know about hunters?"

"A little too much, since they did kill my family."

"John saved you?" his eyes got a little narrow.

"Not at first. I was pretty much dead after he got rid of the son of a bitch. It was only after. I went under his wing for a bit until it was time for me to go home."

"So do you hunt?"

"I've done a few. Nearly died on the first try," I smiled. Sam got pulled up a chair to sit in front of me, "What was your first kill?"

"A werewolf in Seattle. I was 17," I grinned as I remembered. I had to melt down all the forks and jewelry in my house for some bullets. My dad came home and never said anything, he just bought plastic forks.

"I got my ass handed to me, but as soon as I had an opening…"

"That's pretty impressive," Sam smirked.

"I learned from John. He taught me most of the techniques," I fell into being sad again. I managed to choke out words again, "How long has he been dead?"

"It's been six years."

"How did it happen?"

I looked at Sam. Normally when you talk to someone about a deceased loved one they get emotional about it. Not Sam, he was calm. It didn't even faze him.

"A demon did it. The same one that killed my mom," My hand shot over my mouth. Another damn demon killed him! This is horrible; Sam should feel sad by this or show some feeling toward his dead parents.

"I'm so sorry, Sam," I gave up on being strong and just balled.

"Thank you, but there's nothing to worry about. It died, my brother killed it."

I looked up to him. "Don't worry about it?" Ran through my mind, "Dean?"

"You know about him too?"

"Yes, of course. Your dad always talked about you two."

"He never mentioned you."

I was quite. So John didn't say a word about me?

"So do you live here?"

"No, I'm just visiting a friend," Every moment that was silent between us was not only awkward, but it freaked me out. I kind of felt like the only one in the room.

"So what are you doing later? Do you have to get back somewhere or…?"

"Are you asking me out?" I smirked. Sam shook his head with a short breath, "No, I was just wondering."

"Well to be honest I have no plans for my life now. I was hoping to do this," I motioned my hands out looking around the house.

"You want to be a hunter?"

"I have no life, so it's perfect for me," Sam looked at me blank faced. The door opened up and an old man called out, "Sam, you still here?"

"Yeah, I'm in here."


AN: Yeah! I will try to write the next one and make this weekly. Reviews are okay!