A/N: Lil reminder of what happened last week, Sam and Dean went to hunt a ghost in an abandoning building (classic), leaving Emma handcuffed in the car. But now the ghost has them both trapped and struggling for air…
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Emma had been waiting in the car for what seemed like ages but it had been ten minutes less than ten minutes; how could the period of waiting expand the limits of time like that? The handcuff was starting to rub against her wrist, it was tight and irritating. Everything was alright, wasn't it? They were fine, weren't they? 'Of course', she told herself, they were hunters; they did this for a living. They'd promised to look after her and they weren't going to let a harmless ghost break that.
Minutes passed by and she became more uncertain each second. Her fingers traced over the white-gold band on her bracelet again and again, which was resting on her uncuffed wrist, without even noticing it. They probably always took this long, she had never been on a hunting trip before; they'd be back soon.
They didn't come back soon, every minute felt like an hour, she felt herself getting more anxious, they would come back, wouldn't they? She started to get worried, what if they didn't? What if the ghost killed them? What would happen?
She combed her hair through with her fingers before feeling a hair grip. She grinned before sliding it out and putting it to the lock of the handcuffs, it took a few moments but she felt the lock click and the cuff around her wrist loosen, it really did work outside the movies, she beamed, finally freedom.
Getting out the car, she was relieved to know what building they were in. Looking in the boot, she remembered Sam telling her that ghosts were allergic to salt and iron, there was a metal bar in the trunk. She prayed that it was iron. She also grabbed a torch, abandoned buildings were normally unlit. She had also learnt that from the movies.
As she walked over to the building, thoughts kept on running through her head. This isn't a good idea, Emma, you don't know anything about hunting. If it comes, this iron thing will protect me, right? You don't know if it's iron. She said to herself in her head. What if they're in danger? How would they be in danger? I don't know. Look, just go back to the car and wait. No. Why? I'm not waiting in there; I have to know what's going on. They're going to get pissed. What if they don't, if I explain, they'll understand. Did mum and dad understand? Shut up. No, you can't do this. What if they don't come back? What if, what if it's like Georgie? She felt herself getting more anxious, it wouldn't be like her, it couldn't be, they'd be alright; they'd be alive.
The building was dark and cold. The torch was the only light in the room after the door close with loud echo going with it. "Sam, Dean?" she asked quietly but the acoustics of the abandoned building made it sound twice as loud. There was no answer. Maybe they couldn't hear her; maybe she hadn't been loud enough. The light bounced off the walls and she jumped at a shadow. Knowing that something evil was in this room, she saw everything being out to get her. She felt a shiver up her spine as she walked through the abandoned building, this was just a flat space, one giant room with boarded up windows. The footsteps she made echoed, which occasionally made her believe someone was following her. The further she walked, the colder she got. She didn't know if she was nervous or if something else was making her shiver. There was no noise apart from her footsteps and breathing. Were Sam and Dean still in here? Where they still alive? She shook her head from realising how stupid she was being, of course they were.
A few minutes later she reached a staircase, her torched flickered, was it running out of battery? She grabbed the metal bar tighter, as it was her only protection. The stairs creaked in pain, after a few steps of slowly walking up them, she felt herself running up them like she did when she was a child, the fear of a monster chasing you out of the dark was now coming to life.
She got to the top. This set up was different to the ground floor; there were a large number of rooms and corridors. She walked down one corridor before hearing the sound of a body hitting the wall. Was it the brothers? She started walking quickly to the source of the noise. Seconds later she heard grunts of pain like they were being inflicted with agony, she started running to the noise, she was starting to get worried, was the ghost attacking them?
Reaching the door, she saw in horror; the ghost with her back to her and then her eyes moved to Sam and Dean being strangled on the floor; she dropped her torch in shock and put both of her hands tightly around the metal pole. It was a ghost, a real ghost. She thought she had gotten over the astonishment of these things actually existing but seeing one in real life brought on a wave of pure terror.
She wacked the pole at the ghost, while begging it to be iron, and prepared herself for it hitting a body, but it didn't. It went straight through like hitting a hologram and the ghost had disappeared with a gust of air. She looked at Sam and Dean who had stopped being strangled. She sighed in relief to know they were okay, and they were alive.
Suddenly she felt herself being pushed back against the wall. The ghost, who was a little girl, came right up to her face. Emma felt fear spread over her. The girl was extremely pale and she had a dim glow to her, assisted with a bitter coldness. The little girl looked her in the eyes with her lifeless ones, making the redhead feel her own heartbeat quicken. She was the target of something that was dead, stuff like this only happened in her worst nightmares.
This girl was going to kill her; she'd been stupid, again. How could she even possibly think that she could take on a ghost? The little girl reached her hand forward to Emma's neck then coiled her fingers around her throat like a snake strangling its victim. She started to choke, the girl had a strong grip on her neck; her hand was as freezing as an ice cube in the middle of the North Pole. She realised that the ghost was smiling like she was enjoying it. Emma struggled against her grip, she felt her feet slowly being lifted off the floor by the devil child.
The girl's grip loosened a few mere moments later, she then completely let go of Emma, causing her to fall to the floor before gasping for air and putting her hand around her neck and feeling the absence of the invisible hand. She looked up when she heard a screaming. It was horrible, it sounded like nails on the back of a blackboard. Emma looked at disbelief as she saw the girl burst into flames, she was still screaming in agony. The redhead could feel the pain coming from the screech. She almost felt sorry for her, she was just a little girl. It was a horrific scene, she would have never, never had expected that to happen.
The girl vanished after a burst of sparks. Sam was standing behind the girl with the doll on fire, he threw it on the floor and stomped it out with his foot. He saw Emma on the floor; hand around her neck, looking at the place the ghost was just burning in utter shock, looking like she wanted to wake up from a horrific dream.
He quickly went over and pulled her up with his right hand. She just stood there in silence, swaying slightly, eyes still on the place where the big send-off happened. She looked like she had just seen…well… a ghost.
"Hey," Sam said, going hold her shoulders, distracting her from looking at the now empty space. "Don't worry, it's gone for good."
"I-I just saw a ghost." She said, sounding like she didn't even believe herself.
"Yeah, and you're grounded for that!" Dean said angrily, joining the chat. "What happened to staying in the car?"
"I couldn't."
"Why?"
"I just couldn't. I'm sorry."
"It's fine-" the young brother replied in a kind voice.
"No, it's not fine Sammy, you could have died."
"And so could've we,"
"That's not the point."
"Look, she saved our lives okay."
"So, can I come with you guys on hunts now?" she cut into the argument.
They both turned to her.
"What? Of course not!" Dean said in outrage.
"Why?" she asked in disappointment.
"Because it's dangerous!"
"I've established that."
"Emma, a few seconds you were creeped out by a ghost, why would you want to go finding more?" the younger brother asked in confusion.
"Because I've been transported into a new world, and I want to be useful in this one. I'm scared but I promise I won't be next time."
"You can't get rid of a fear overnight. This will change your life forever." Sam explained delicately.
"My life has already been changed forever. Please. I'm sick of doing nothing and just staying inside, being here is the first time I've felt alive in months, years even. If anything, I should be learning how to protect myself if I have a demon chasing me." She debated.
"We're there to protect you."
"Yeah but you can't be there twenty-four seven. Can I just be useful in this life? I'm tired of standing back and letting people do the work for me."
"Look, I know how it feels to want to be able to help someone." Sam said. "But sometimes it's alright to not be a part of something if it will keep you safe."
"I'm not safe though, how can protect myself from this demon if I'm a sitting duck? What else am I supposed to do when I'm here? At least if I'm hunting I'll have a purpose not just being some useless person you have to look after."
"But you're no way near experienced."
"I know, but it's never too start learning. I promise, I'll try and be the best hunter ever."
Sam sighed. "Dean, maybe it won't be the worst idea."
"Of course, it will, once you're in this life, you can never leave."
"She's already kinda in this life; at least we could give her some help to survive."
"But…" the older brother started but was unable to find words to follow and form a sentence.
"Please?" she begged, looking at him with large green eyes.
"Fine, fine." Dean gave up. "But you're still grounded."
"Thank you!" Emma said excitedly.
