Emmy and Dean just stared at Sam blankly before they heard the dogs barking and going absolutely nuts. The two scrambled to their feet as Sam turned the corner, disappearing into the kitchen, and followed close behind as he threw open a door that lead downstairs to the garage, like an alternative entrance. Emmy and Dean stumbled behind him before they froze in their tracks. The tarp that had been covering Ghost had been ripped off and bundled into a ball, resting in a corner of the garage. Stuff was scattered about and among it all was a single blue rosary.
"Isn't that Pippin's?" Dean asked seriously; his voice coming out muffled from behind his hand. Emmy nodded as she bent down and picked it up carefully, her dream coming back to her in a flash of realization. A premonition? She wasn't sure. If it was it didn't make sense considering Pip was dead and gone. Just as she was about to turn around and explain her dream, Dean's cell rang and he excused himself to go answer it. It didn't take long for Dean to come back, a scowl burned across his face as he hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Sam asked as Emmy pocketed the rosary and faced Dean. Dean frowned and ran his hand through his short hair before answering.
"That was Aaron, the hunter that owns that place up on Langlois Mountain." He started seriously and Emmy raised her eyebrow in confusion. Why would he be calling? "He's got something to show us. Something about Pipper's grave." He explained before striding over to the Impala and opening the driver side door.
"You okay to hold down the fort Sam?" He asked and Sam nodded before Emmy opened the other door and slide inside. Dean started up the Impala and they took off towards Langlois Mountain.
Emmy sighed heavily as Dean drove up the winding road that lead to the spot on Langlois Mountain where Camp Fircroft used to be. The place was abandoned and no one went there anymore but Dean ended up knowing the hunter who owned the land now and he allowed them to bury Pippin on top of the mountain. Emmy played with the blue, cold, metal rosary before she turned her head to look out the window as the fog and rain swirled around the Impala, drowning in her thoughts as Carry On My Wayward Son played quietly in the background. Dean was just as tense and lost in his thoughts as his partner, trying to piece together what the hell was going on. They approached the turn off for the Camp site. The quiet persisted as he parked his Impala in the old gravel parking lot before they opened the car doors and stepped out into the pouring rain that pelted them relentlessly. They walked over to an older gentleman with graying hair and beard, much like Bobby, and standing next to him was...Emmy did a spit take, spitting out her coffee violently at the sight of Castiel standing next to Aaron. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she gazed at the Angel. What was he doing here? Castiel shifted uncomfortably before Aaron just motioned for them to follow him with his hand before he headed off towards where the paintball field was located.
"What brings you here Cas?" Dean asked as he tried to be the bigger person and bridge the gap between Emmy and the Angel that had grown over the four months he had vanished. Castiel turned his head to glance at Dean before he responded in that liquor smooth voice they hadn't heard since the burial four months ago.
"Aaron contacted me about the strange happenings that were going on at Pippin's burial sight." He explained as simply as possible, stepping over a tree root as they traveled further down the path in what would have been the paint ball's woods course before Aaron stopped suddenly. Emmy immediately did another spit take as the four observed Pippin's grave and the area surrounding it. There had to be at least a mile wide radius around the actual grave where the trees had practically been razed to ground around it, the only thing still standing was the tombstone that marked the head of her grave. Dean and Castiel shared a knowing look while Emmy tried to comprehend the scene in front of her. It looked exactly how it was in the dream but more wet and windy than the dream had perceived it. She noticed shoe prints that were steadily being washed away by the rain before she turned to Dean and Castiel.
"What is all this mean?" She asked, Aaron coming over and beginning to track the footprints that stumbled away from the grave sight.
"Remember when I told you about Cas raising me from Hell?" Dean asked and Emmy nodded, remembering that conversation vividly. He sighed as Castiel paced slightly before he continued on with his explanation. "Well this is what it looked like...exactly." He motioned to the clearing around the grave. Emmy turned to look at Castiel, who hesitantly met her stare.
"But Pippin wasn't in Hell." She deadpanned and Castiel nodded in confirmation.
"No she wasn't but she also wasn't in Heaven as far I know. I searched the entirety of Heaven looking for her." He stated bluntly and Dean looked at Cas with an unreadable expression before he jumped back into the conversation.
"Did you check the Axis Mundi and The Garden?" Dean asked and Castiel nodded his head before turning to look at the footsteps being washed away.
"We should help Aaron." Emmy said shortly as she brushed past Castiel in something a kin to anger.
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Emmy had been stewing in her thoughts dangerously ever since they returned back to the house, a mixture of anger, hurt, and denial. Castiel was awkwardly rubbing the belly of an Australian Shepard and Border Collie mix named Maddie. Skidder, a Chinese Shar-pei, was lounging next to Sam as he scrolled through his laptop. The two smallest dogs of the group were two Pomeranian's named King and Bella, both sleeping next to Dean and Emmy's legs and Winnie was lounging around on the living room floor, watching Gabriel pacing back and forth in front of the giant window as the rain pattered against the glass.
"I can't believe you didn't burn her body Emberlyn! Now someone from the God Squad is using her body as a meat suit!" Gabriel finally snapped and Emmy's head jerked up to glare at the Archangel.
"Gabriel please just drop it." Sam cut in, recoiling slightly at the furious glare he gave him before turning back to Emmy. "I get you're pissed but right now we need to pack our things and go into town. We've got a Hellhound case and they need our help." He continued regardless of the looks shot his way and Dean nodded quickly, also cutting in before Emmy tried to kill Gabriel.
"Fine but this isn't over yet." Gabriel ground out before he had vanished with the fluttering of wings. Emmy took a deep, steadying breath before she bent down and picked up her packed bag, already prepared for the hunt. Dean passed her some nerd glasses with tinted lenses before putting on some of his own.
"For the Hellhounds. Trust me, being able to see them makes this a lot easier."