"Hey Emily, you alright?" Sam asked, as Emily was thrown into the cell. She landed forcedly on her hands.

"I'm alright, I guess..." Blood covered her entire body but she wasn't bleeding; not anymore at least. She shook with fear as she scooted herself to the wall.

"Hey um, can I ask you something?" Sam asked cautiously.

"Sure."

"Why'd you do it?"

"Why'd I do what?" Emily shot back.

"Why'd you sell your soul?"

"Oh, well its a long story." Emily replied calmly.

"We have time, I mean we are in hell for christ's sake."

Emily laughed, as she wiped the blood that was traveling to her chin away.

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"Emily, mum is very sick. They are doing everything they can, but it's not looking too good. She's lost a lot of blood and hasn't awoken yet from her coma." The young man patted Emily on the shoulder. "They provide counselors, those are people who can help young children like you with loss" He stated with a smile, continuing to comfort her as best as he could.

"No, no I don't want a counselor, I just want mum." The 7 year old cried desperately into her hands, hoping it could somehow bring her mother back, but it didn't.

The brother took the frightened child in his arms as he rubbed small circles on her back. "Emily, listen to me, it's going to be okay. God is watching out for us." He pulled her from his grip and stared into her hazel eyes convincingly. He pushed her long, flowy black hair behind her ears as he returned her to his embrace.

They both seemed to sit there for hours; crying and telling each other it would all be alright. It was going to be a long night because the doctors had said they couldn't see their mother yet.

"Emily, I'm going to go get some coffee, will you be alight here, or do you want to come with me?" He asked.

"No, I'll be alright," Her young, innocent voice replied with a hiccup.

Emily traced her fingers over the odd lines in her hands, she hoped her brother was right- she hoped God was watching out for them and that He wouldn't let anything bad happen to their mum.

Emily was shook out of her thoughts when an older women walked up to her. "Emily?" The woman asked, as she stepped towards Emily.

"Are you my mums doctor?" She asked instantly.

"No honey, but I can help your mom." The 20 year old told Emily.

"Really?" Emily was sounding much more excited now, as she jumped from her chair and examined the woman.

"Yea." Her voice was kind, and filled with sincerity. "And all I would do is come by in a few years a pick something up."

"What would you pick up? I don't have any money..." The child was now confused as she raised her right eyebrow.

"Oh, don't worry about that now dear. So how about it, would you like your mother back?"

"I want that more than anything."

"Alright sweetie than we have a deal, but I need your word you wont tell anyone. Can you do that?"

Emily nodded happily, and then the older woman disappeared right before her eyes.

"Hey Emily." Her brother commented, as he held a cup of coffee in his hand and a juice pack in his other.

"I brought you something to drink, just in case you were thirsty."

"Thank you," She replied smiling, and taking the juice from his hand. She was so filled with joy that of course, her 16 year old brother would notice. He knew her better than he knew himself.

"Why are you in such a good mood, silly?" Her brother asked, messing with her hair.

"Well there was this lady," Emily stopped when she remembered that she was told not to tell. "No reason," She continued.

"Haha alright then, well Im glad to see you happy."

Emily had fallen asleep on her brothers lap, when a doctor appeared with a bright smile that stretched all the way to his ears.

"Mr. Smith, Zachary?"

The boy picked his sister up from his lap and placed her back on the coat that he provided for a pillow, while he talked to the doctor.

"Is- Is she going to be okay?"

"She's better than that. She awoke from her coma and seems to be stable and healthy, I'd call it a miracle!"

"When, can we see her?"

"Right now, if you want."

"Oh thank you, just let me get my sister."

Zachary walked over to his sister and held her in his arms as he grabbed his backpack and swung it over his shoulder.

"If you would just follow me." The doctor said with his hand in front of him.

The brother followed, and they soon found them self in their mothers room. She was sleeping, but she looked healthy and not in pain.

Zachary placed his sister on the small couch that was across the room, then walked over to his mom and sat on the chair next to her.

After some time he soon fell asleep, knowing everything was going to be okay.

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"Where the hell is that kid?" Dean asked Bobby, after searching the motel room where Sam used to be.

"Got me, and why is all of his stuff still here?"

Dean sighed, as rubbed his fingers through his hair. "I'm worried about him. Gosh Bobby, what if he got me out of there? I don't know what I would do if that was the case."

"Calm down kid, maybe he's out at a bar or something. I'm sure he's fine."

"Yea, I hope you're right. Alright, lets go check out that bar down the road, maybe he's there." Dean replied still not sounding convinced.

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"Do you ever dream?" Emily asked Sam, who's head rested back on his shoulders.

"Sometimes..."

"What do you dream about?"

"Home, I dream of home, and my brother, and just being a family again."

Emily didn't reply, and an awkward silence fell around them.

"What do you dream about?" Sam finally asked.

"My mum, my brother. I miss them so much."

"You have a brother?"

"Yea, well I had a brother... He found me you know."

Sam propped his head against the wall now, as he looked sadly into the young girls eyes.

"He found me dead on the floor, all cut up and bloody, just the way the hounds left me. He was supposed to take me shopping for my 16th birthday. I had no idea that all of that stuff was going to happen." Emily began to cry silently.

"I- I'm sorry Emily, you didn't deserve that."
Emily didn't reply to Sam's comment, and that made him wonder if maybe the girl thought she did deserve it.

"He was gonna get married, I was supposed to be the flower girl. Gosh, I was so excited."

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"Have you seen this guy?" Dean asked holding a picture up to the bar tender, who stood cleaning the glasses.

"Yea. I seen him, he seemed like a mess too."

Dean lit up with hope, maybe his brother was okay. "Uhh, when did you see him?" Dean asked eagerly.

"A few days ago, why, whats it to you?"

"He's my brother, did you see which way he went?"

"No sorry," The lady smacked her gum around in her mouth. "But you could ask Fred, they were hanging out." the lady pointed to a middle aged man who was playing pool across the room from him.

"Thanks." Dean replied as he walked over to him.

"Hey, excuse me, you've seen this guy, right?" Dean asked holding up Sam's photo.

"Oh yea. Sam right, why?"

"Well he's missing, do you know where he might be?"

"Uh yea, he said he had to take care of some business at some abandoned shed, he was probably buying drugs or something." The man giggled, as he returned his gaze back to his game.

Dean and Bobby looked at each other with worry, they both knew what that place was. It was the place where crossroad demons met. "Thanks man." Dean said, before heading back to his car.

The drive to the lot felt like forever, but they finally arrived and Dean paused as he turned the ignition off. He could see something on the ground but couldn't make out what it was.

They both slammed the door and walked over to the interesting object.

"Sammy..." Dean said, as he picked up his brothers coat and a beer bottle that rested on an outdoor table. "What did you do?"

I hoped this chapter was alright. Sorry for any grammatical or punctuality mistakes. Emily's back story was sad, I know, but it had to be done. Oh and sorry for the cliffy. Next chapter will be soon :) Reviews are love.