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Coming down for breakfast the next morning, Emma saw that Sam and Dean were reading a newspaper each, both scanning the literature in deep concentration. She tiredly walked over to the table where the two were sat, neither one acknowledging her arrival, making her perform an over-reacted- yawn to try and attract their attention but- again- neither one noticed. She sighed before saying "good morning," loudly.

"Morning." Sam finally said, looking up for a microsecond and smiling at her before returning to scan the newspaper as if he were trying to find secrets hidden in the text.

"Morning Em." Dean replied not looking up.

"So, what are you both doing?" Emma frowned, trying to read the newspaper over the younger Winchester's shoulder.

"We're finding a job." Sam said several seconds later. Emma couldn't help but roll her eyes, if there was a job, then they would be absent for a few days.

"I've got one!" Dean said excitedly a few seconds later. "Two die in abandoned house." He read aloud. He quickly read the story. "Alright, so according to this, a group of teenagers threw a party in a house no one lives in anymore and suddenly something happens only two live to tell the tale."

"That's awful!" Emma replied in shock, not wanting to know how many people were there to naturally figure out the number of dead bodies.

"Something sound haunting to you?" he asked Sam, who shrugged.

"Might as well have a shot at it, where's the crime scene?" his brother replied.

"Manhattan."

"That's like a two-day drive…we'll be gone at least five days." Sam calculated.

"Can we leave her that long?" Dean talked of Emma as if she weren't in the room.

"The demon can come at any time-"

"But Bobby's here."

"I know but maybe just to be sure…"

The two brothers turned to Emma, who looked at them with a hopeful expression.

"I guess she's going to have to start hunting sometime." Dean shrugged. "Besides this is an easy task, it'll be like a practical."

"So, am I going on my first hunt?" Emma asked nervously.

"Em, how would you like to come on a little road trip?" Dean asked.

"I'd love to." She grinned, she was finally going on a hunt, and finally she would be doing something useful.

"We'll leave in an hour or so, so pack your bags." Dean said.

"Okay, thank you guys, so much." Emma grinned before getting up and quickly going up to her room to prepare for her first official hunt.

X

An hour later they left the house, Bobby had lent Emma an old carrier bag and she'd packed a week's worth of clothes, hoping it would be enough. Being her first hunt, she didn't know what to expect, it was exciting and terrifying at the same time. But it would be a twenty-one-hour drive before anything would happen. Two days' worth of travelling at most.

She sat in the back seat of the Impala and watched them pack the trunk with guns and bullets in the side mirror before the two got in the front. Suddenly the engine started rumbling and the house that she had taken shelter in for what seemed like so long slowly started moving away from her. She felt slightly sad; it had been her home for two weeks and the only place she knew in this world. Bobby had been right, they would leave this place eventually and, for the time she was there, she wanted to but watching everything she knew disappear from her eyesight made her heart drop. Even if it was for a couple of days, she knew she'd miss this place. But it her first hunt, a new stage of her new life and it meant that they were getting closer to finding this demon and therefore closer to getting home.

"Alright there?" Dean asked after seeing Emma looking out the window sadly.

"Yeah," she said gently after Dean's voice pulled her away from her thoughts. "I'm just- I've only-Bobby's has been the only home-"

"That you've known here so far?" Sam completed for her, turning around in his seat to face her.

"Pretty much," she said, the corners of her mouth creeping up, feeling thankful for Sam being able to finish her sentence. "It's foolish of me to feel like this, I know but it's just-"

"Don't worry, it's perfectly fine to feel like this. It'll only be for a few days, you'll be back before you know." He said softly.

"I suppose, I just-it's really happening, the whole supernatural thing."

"Welcome to our world." Dean said grimly from the front.

X

They stopped off in a motel twelve-and-half hours later, with several stops on the way. The drive was tiring, Emma felt sorry for them, knowing the boys spent probably more than half the year in this car. They were obviously used to these long trips, for the whole time in the Impala they hardly spoke and just focused on the road while Emma felt tired and uncomfortable being confined to one position for so long. Dean had been playing his cassettes for the whole trip. She recognized some of the classics like: Rolling Stones, AC/DC and Motorhead. She found herself liking the majority of the songs, even though she knew her parents would detest this music. Dean, however, seemed to love it, singing at top of his lungs and knowing all the words to every single song. Emma had to admit he wasn't a bad singer, sure it may be rough and faulty at some points but his passion for classic rock made up for it. Two hours into the trip, she managed to fall asleep for three before being woken up by Dean, who had started shouting and beeping at the car in front of him, which was travelling two miles per hour. The remaining four hours were spent staring out windows at the long winding roads leading to the city that never slept.

They stopped off halfway, after it had gone past ten and the extremely long day in the car was starting to wear their eyes down. They parked outside a motel in Indiana. It was pitch black, the only lights coming from the ones inside the building, and it was in the middle of nowhere.

"So, are we going to get two rooms?" Dean asked as they all exited the Impala.

"We'll just get a 3-bed room." Sam replied simply. "We don't have enough money."

"Yeah but…what about changing clothes?"

"There's a bathroom with it," Sam answered.

"I've never shared with a girl before."

"Well there's a first time for everything." Emma stated as they entered the reception.

"We'll have one room please." Sam said to the woman running the desk.

"Sure… are you all together?" she asked, looking at the three of them one by one, sounding quite concerned.

"No, God no!" Dean said, shaking his head quickly.

"Three double beds in one room please." Sam rephrased his sentence.

"Okay." The woman smiled but still looking quite confused at the request but still managing to keep a straight face and carry out the request.

X

Emma entered the motel room; they were in room seven with three double beds. She knew instantly that her parents would rather die than stay in this room, with the damp smell, cheap furniture and ugly colour coordination of yellow walls, brown carpet and orange duvets. She almost wished her parents could see their little Viola now, sharing a room in a cheap motel with two older male strangers. It would be funny to see their reactions of how their 'properly raised' daughter had come to this, mother would surely faint.

Half an hour later Dean went out and came back with a couple of pies for him and Emma and a salad for Sam.

"So how did you find the car journey?" Dean asked through a mouthful of pie.

"Extremely boring." She admitted.

"Well at least we're over half way." Sam answered.

"Are we going to see Manhattan tomorrow?" she asked hopefully, knowing that they the job was in New York.

"You bet ya." Dean said happily.

"Well at least there's something to look forward to." She grinned.

She went to bed shortly after finishing her dinner. Even though she'd done virtually nothing all day, the car ride had taken away all her energy. The mattress was lumpy and the pillows hard but she made do, with being a new hunter, she wasn't expecting a five-star service from a motel in the middle of nowhere. Sam and Dean didn't retire to bed however, they cracked open a can of beer each and both studied Sam's laptop with squinted eyes. They talked but only in hushed voices, knowing that there was a new addition to their dynamic duo trying to get a good night's rest.

X

They left the motel at midday the following day before going back in the Impala for a whole other chunk of travelling.

It was astonishing when they arrived in Manhattan; the Empire State took her breath away. She had been to America when she was three but hadn't remembered it. Now she felt more like a tourist, rather than a stuck passenger that was forced into America by a demon, by looking at the beautiful scene outside of her car window.

They finally reached their destination at Queens twelve hours later; Emma was relieved when they arrived at their new motel. They got to their new room with three double beds. This one was pleasanter by a long shot, with there being more space and it seeming more modern with a widescreen TV and new windows. The walls were now a light blue and furnished with a white carpet, the other furniture was a table and four chairs, which Sam and Dean were first attracted to. Sam took his laptop out of his bag and set it up on the table whilst Dean pulled out two beers from his bag, before throwing the backpack on to the bed, and handing one to Sam and sitting on the opposite side of the table.

Emma crawled into bed, feeling as tired as she did yesterday from the same result of being bored. But she knew that the next day would definitely not be monotonous with her first hunt starting tomorrow. They'd stopped off for pizza a couple hours ago so she didn't need anything else after getting ready for bed in the bathroom. She slowly fell asleep in the bed that was more comfortable than the last, while Sam and Dean continued drinking and researching the context of the job. She went to bed thinking about what the hunt would be like, she had seen a ghost once in her life but she didn't know if she was eager or frightened to see one again. It wasn't going to be like Casper the friendly ghost, it had killed teenagers, children. This spirit had most probably had a reason to murder and therefore was likely to have had a traumatic life in the first place. What if this ghost's killing was for a viable reason? Would it deserve to die? With the silent debate of ethics running through her mind, she slowly fell unconscious and plunged into a world of dreams.

X

"Rise and shine princess." Dean said jokily the next morning after nudging her awake. She opened her eyes and the blurred vision of the motel room slowly became sharper.

"W-What time is it?" she yawned, sitting up. Dean was sat on the end of her bed and Sam was at the table studying his laptop.

"Eleven." He announced after looking at his watch.

"What's the plan?"

"Well Sammy and I are gonna go do some FBI investigating with the two lucky bastards who survived and you will stay here."

"Stay here?" she asked in disappointment.

"Yeah, you don't have a fake police ID yet, just stay in the motel, watch a couple films- no porn- and we'll be back in two hours at least."

"When you leaving?"

"After breakfast." He said before passing her a paper containing one croissant. The crumbs and large amount of space still in the packaging showed that there were originally three, which she suspected where eaten by the brothers.

"It was French and posh but it was friggin' delicious." Dean said dreamily. "Sounded like your typical morning breakfast." Emma laughed; it was true that her mother often went out to the local bakery to buy pastries.

After the breakfast, they both went into the bathroom one at a time to get changed. They both came out wearing black suits and ties.

"Well that certainly makes you look different." She laughed at the pair, who looked like someone her father would appreciate, as they both looked very formal and wealthy.

"We'll see you soon." Sam smiled.

"Call us if anything's wrong." Dean said, leaving his cell number by the motel phone before the two left, leaving Emma alone in the motel.

The next hour was uneventful, she got changed into a pair of blue shorts and a white shirt and walked round the perimeters of the motel a couple times, and she put a movie called Mom at Sixteen but wasn't paying attention, she was half excited for going on her first official hunt and half terrified of seeing a ghost again. At least she was more prepared; she knew how to aim and use a gun as well as how to temporarily get rid of them.

She went over to the table that Sam was looking at earlier, there were a series of newspaper cuttings with news of the incident and a notepad, where he had made notes. She read a couple of his markings, one was about the past of the house, which was owned by a married couple in their fifties, who moved out in the early nineteen nighties. Another was about the two survivors, Lee Johnson and Mike Francis. She read through the newspaper cuttings and wondered how they would possibly find out who was haunting the place seeing as from this evidence. She had no idea who could've have done it.

X

"So, you were the organisers of this party then?" Sam asked the two survivors. They were in the school two teenage boys went to, having a conversation with them in the princeiple's office.

"Yes." A boy with dirty blonde hair and a square face said grimly.

"And you think that organising a party in an abandon building was a good idea, do ya?" Dean said cynically.

"Dude, it always happens in the movies, you can't blame us." A more tanned one with brown curly hair said with a sly look.

"Yeah well maybe next time you throw a cliché 'badass' kid party, you'll think more of the consequences."

"What, do you honestly think we could guess what would happen?"

"Mike-" his friend sitting beside him started,

"No, Lee, did you think that we'd guess that a bunch of knives would start flying at everyone and beer bottles and-"

"Wait, what do you mean?" Sam asked seriously.

"Someone… something started attacking us."

"Mike-"

"Shut the fuck up Lee- something evil was in that room."

"And you told the police this?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but they just said we were drunk, high-whatever-but how else would everyone at that party have died?"

"It was horrible." Lee shivered. "Blood, everywhere."

"And if Lee and I didn't break that window and escape, we wouldn't have been able to warn everyone that there are sick things are out there!"

"Yeah, well keep that little statement to yourself, don't want to ruin anyone else's' lives." Dean said darkly.

"You don't believe us? WHY DOESN'T ANYONE FUCKING BELIEVE US!" Mike shouted.

"Calm down Mr Francis." Sam said. "When at the party, where there any lights flickering, cold spots?"

"What do you mean?" Lee frowned.

"Just routine precautions," Sam said quickly.

"Wait, I remember now!" Mike said loudly.

"What?" Dean asked, leaning forward in his chair.

The tanned schoolboy put his hands on his face and massaged his temples before looking up with wide eyes. "At the party right before it happened, a boy came up to me, told me to get everyone out. He was scary lookin', all pale and skinny."

"Then what happened?" Sam asked curiously.

"I told him to fuck off. He vanished and then…then it happened, people getting stabbed, shoved against walls, the chandelier falling from the ceiling. When me and Lee where climbing out the window, I turned around and I saw him, he looked angry, like he knew what was going to happen." He said looking into the distance.

"We'll get back to you soon." Sam said before the two of them stood up.

"You believe us, don't you?" Mike said hopefully.

"We'll be in touch." Dean addressed the students before the two left.

X

They arrived back at the motel at three in the afternoon. Emma was lying on the bed, throwing the motel door key up above her head and then catching it with her right hand. Once they came through the door, she got distracted and the keys dropped beside her on the face. Dean came in and was carrying two pizza boxes. He laid them out on the table.

"Margarita's your favourite, right?" Sam asked, opening one of the boxes which revealed a deep-pan margarita pizza.

"You know me too well." She joked, walking over to the table, sitting on a chair and taking a slice. "So, what did you find out?" she asked before taking a bite.

"Well," Sam said sitting in the chair opposite her. "Ghost is definitely the prime suspect."

"Kid saw a ghost lookalike before he escaped." Dean continued.

"Freaky." She admitted.

"All we've got to do is find the poor bastard who made it all happen."

"We're going to interview the old owners of the house. They live in Manhattan, me and Sammy will head out in about half an hour."

"And then?" she asked curiously.

"If they tell us information that will give us an idea of who the ghost is, then we can start making preparations for the hunt."

"Okay, but be quick, it's boring here." She said tiredly.

X

"Mrs Hines." Sam announced after a middle age woman with greying hair opened the door.

"Who's asking?" She questioned with a stern voice.

"I'm agent Jones." Sam addressed, holding up his FBI badge. "And this is my partner agent Hammett." Dean also held up his badge.

"Why are you here?"

"We wanted to ask you about your previous home, after the recent incident that happened there."

"The murders? They have nothing to do with my husband and I, we don't have anything to with that house anymore."

"Just routine precautions," Sam smiled. "Can we come in?"

The woman sighed with annoyance. "Five minutes." She said before cleaning the doorway and letting Sam and Dean in the house.

She led the two into the living room, the man, they predicted to be Mr Hines, was slouched on the sofa in a vest, that was tight enough to show his beer belly, and a pair of orange boxers. He was reading the newspaper and had a half-drunk beer bottle in his left hand.

"Who are you?" he growled.

"They're agents, Bill." His wife said in a harsh whisper.

"We just wanted to ask you some questions about the massacre that happened a few days ago in your old premises." Sam said kindly.

"How do we have anything to do with this, do you think we killed them?" the old man said angrily.

"Bill!" Mrs Hines snapped.

"Just answer the following questions." Dean said seriously.

The two sat on a sagging, old sofa opposite the sofa where the Hines sat.

"When did you move out of the house?"

"March 3rd 1992." Mrs Hines stated.

"Did you have anyone in your old town that may have…um, disliked you in anyway?"

"No, we didn't talk to the neighbours much."

"And had you ever had any problems in your old home, maybe it was too cold, or the lighting wasn't particularly good?"

"What kind of questions are these?" Mr Hines asked furiously.

"They're just to help with the case." Sam said quickly.

"The house was perfectly fine, thank you-" Mrs Hines replied coldly.

"So why move?" Dean interjected.

"We wanted a fresh start."

"From what?"

"We don't have to tell you anything, how dare you come into my house and interrogate-"

"Bill!" his wife snapped.

"We need to know why." Dean said firmly.

"Our son died." Mrs Hines explained, eyes looking down at her knees with a glum expression.

"Your son?"

"Rupert, he was sixteen, he died in 1991. We couldn't stay there, so we moved."

"And how did he die, sorry, we just need to know."

"Bill and I went out, it was our twentieth anniversary, when we returned, Rup…he was…he was-"she couldn't finished her sentence, Bill stroked her back and had a sorrow expression engraved into his face.

"Was he murdered?"

"They had no evidence but I knew he was!" Bill growled.

"How are you so sure?"

"They said he hit his head on the edge of a table, cracked his skull, died instantly, it was an 'accident'. My boy was smart, straight A student, he wouldn't be stupid enough to do something like that. They found a couple of empty beer cans in the living room, by his body, but Rup would never drink. He was a good boy!" the man said angrily.

"Did you burry him?" Sam asked casually.

"No, he was cremated."

"Anything left of him at all?"

"No." Bill answered.

"Thank you for your time." Sam smiled. "Sorry for your loss."

X

"So, the son is the ghost?" Emma asked curiously.

"Well it all adds up, one of the kids saw a ghost, boy died in a house, house didn't seem haunted before." Dean explained.

"But why would he turn into a killer if he died by accident? It's not like it was revenge or anything?"

"When people die, they get a choice, they can stay on earth or go with the reaper." Sam explained. "If they died before it was their time, they're more likely to stay to watch over the ones they love."

"Yeah or turn into fricken Al Capone." Dean added.

"As time goes by, eventually they all start to go insane, they turn into people they'd never imagine they'd be and if someone crosses their territory-"

"They kill?" Emma guessed.

"Exactly." Dean said grimly.

"So how do we kill it?"

"We don't know. Body was cremated and, according to the family, there was no remaining body parts left to him." Sam answered.

"So how else can they still be here?"

"We don't know." Dean answered in an annoyed voice.

"Wait, so how did he die again?"

"He cracked his head."

"Did he bleed?"

"Yeah, obviously," Sam said blankly.

Emma raised her eyebrows at the both of them and widened her eyes, as if she was expecting them to suddenly hook onto something. Dean looked at Sam and shrugged and Sam pouted his lips in confusion. Emma rolled her eyes. "Blood is part of the body, isn't it?"

"Yeah it is-"Sam started before widening his eyes. "Emma, you're amazing!" he grinned, Emma rolled her eyes but laughed at the same time.

"I don't get it." Dean admitted in a confused tone.

"If the blood is still in the house, he could connect to that to his life source."

"Shit, good thinking Em, I knew there was a reason we brought you." Dean grinned.

"So, should we go now?"

"Now? I'm starving, man's gotta eat!" Dean opposed.

"Fine, we'll go to a diner before." Sam said rolling his eyes.

"So, we're actually doing this?" Emma asked nervously.

"Yeah, don't worry, if you're scared, you can miss out on this one."

"No," she said shaking her head. She wasn't going to back out this time, like she had done with everything in the past, she was sick of being afraid. "If we're going to kill this demon, I have to start getting over my fear of the supernatural, besides I didn't suffer being in the same car with you for two days to back out." She said sharply.

"Wow, feisty." Dean laughed.

She smiled, feeling slightly sorry for being offensive, before going to put her shoes on, she felt her heartbeat increase, it was the day she'd been dreaming of as much as she'd been dreading. But she was on a simple task with two trusting, experienced hunters. There was nothing to be afraid of.

X

"Can you guys go hunt this thing, I wanna marry this pie." Dean said dreamily.

"No, too bad, I'm counting on you." Emma joked.

"But, pie." Dean said sadly.

"It's getting dark." Sam said, looking outside the diner window. "We should get going."

He left a twenty-dollar bill on the table and got up, Emma followed, Dean looked at his plate, a depressed expression taking over his face.

"Dean, come on." Sam said, addressing him like a father telling his five-year-old son that it was time to leave the toy store.

"Pie, when will we ever get a happy ending?" he said miserably before following his brother and the redhead out of the diner and to the Impala. It was time to hunt down a ghost.