Chapter Forty-Eight: Dead men don't wear plaid: Prologue

Karen smiled longingly at her daughter who was peacefully asleep. She kissed the top of her head and left the room. As Karen shut the door she noticed the window was open, she went close but instead she was attacked by ugly black smoke that snaked its way into her mouth.

An hour later…

"Emma!" a familiar voice said Emma stayed where she was that sounded like her mother it even looked like her. But Emma knew it wasn't her. Mommy's eyes weren't black and she always sounded happy when she called her. This thing sounded angry and annoyed and Emma was scared as soon as she saw the eyes. They were inky black and cold.

"Emma" the voice said again she sighed angrily. "If I knew she was going to be this much trouble" she muttered to herself looking under the bed "I wouldn't have bothered taking the job" again talking to herself.

"Come out come out where ever you are" the voice said sounding closer than it did earlier. The footsteps walked away and Emma got up from her hiding space and looked out the door. She immediately felt someone grab a fistful of her hair. "Found you" the voice chimed Emma was crying louder and the demon was growing impatient. She sighed in annoyance "shut up!" it shouted as she dragged the three year old around by her hair.

"Mommy" Emma cried the demon rolled her eyes "she can't hear you!" she shouted any patience she had if ever was gone now. Emma was flailing her arms and legs and the demon was having some trouble grabbing her. "Daddy!" Emma sobbed the demon grabbed hold of Emma's throat and said "your going to have a new daddy soon" she seemed almost happy about. She smiled to herself like she knew a secret that no one else knew.

The sound of a shot gun chambering was heard the demon turned around. She smirked and turned around and showed that she had her hands around Emma's neck "Robert you know that won't kill me" the demon stated. "Let go of my daughter, you black eyed son of a bitch!" he shouted angrily and added "and get out of my wife".

"Hmm...No" the demon said then kissed Emma's cheek. "We need her to read something and after that she'll be used for our purposes" the demon said. Bobby was slightly confused he had no idea what this demon wanted his daughter read but he had a feeling it wasn't anything good.

Emma started kicking and thrashing her arms. "Just let us go and I promise you nothing bad will happen" the demon remarked a smirk on her lips. Something about the way the demon made Karen's lips twist in a smile left Bobby with a sickening feeling in the pit f his stomach.

So he aimed the gun at Karen's heart, he wasn't sure who was more surprised the demon or him. Blood splattered on Emma's face and the demon was wearing a ticked off expression. "That won't kill me" she stated then started gasping she felt a burning pain and dropped Emma to the floor. "Iron bullet" Bobby stated watching a blood stain form on his wife's dress.

Emma was crying hysterically as the demon left Karen's body and out the window. Bobby rushed to his daughter's side and picked her up. "Shh. its okay" he repeated over and over. He brushed away her hair and wiped away some of her tears but he smeared Karen's blood. Bobby held her tighter hiding Karen's body away from his daughter. As a pool of blood was forming around Karen.

Present day:

I jolted awake and I felt sweat dripping off my face. At the same time my heart was going a thousand miles. Jonah started crying startling me a bit. "What's the matter sweetie?" I asked walking over to him, he was still crying holding his arms out toward me. I picked him up but his diaper was fine and I tried to feed him but he wasn't hungry. "Did you have a scary dream?" I asked again, rocking him back to sleep. "Shh" I said rubbing his back he held on to my shirt with a death grip.

I held him close to my body as I sang 'carry on my wayward son' softly. That song usually gets him to sleep or whenever Castiel talks to him in Enochian. After humming the song a few times he finally fell asleep but he had a death grip on my shirt. I kissed the top of his head "I love you" I said quietly, I was still rocking him to sleep. But I stopped when I heard an all too familiar voice say "he's beautiful".

I slowly turned around and saw my mother standing a few feet away. "Mom?" my voice was shaky she came closer and she had a smile on her face. "Oh sweetie" she gave me a tight hug almost like she was afraid I would slip away "I love you so much" she said kissing the side of my head.

My mind was twisting and twirling, this couldn't be my mother. She died when I was a little kid. I saw her die, I felt tears running down my face, and I went to brush them away. My "mother" beat me to it and wiped the tears "don't cry sweetie" she said. "How do I know you're my mom?" I asked and I didn't miss the disappointment on her face. "Tell me something only my mother and I would know" I said walking back from her.

She smiled sadly and said "when you were little I used to tell you God is the best listener because he hears ever prayer" I looked at her in the eyes nobody knew that not even my dad. Mom continued with "even the quietest ones". I stayed where I was at, 'maybe my minds playing tricks on me. And I'm having another dream'. My mom must have seen I was conflicted because she said "and one way or another he answers each and every prayer".

I felt like a kid again, praying to God that I can have my mom back. I wanted to believe she was my mom but my instincts told me to stop being a stupid child. I stayed where I was at I didn't want to fall into any traps especially since I was still holding my son. "Mom" came towards me but I backed away shielding Jonah away from her. I saw that she was upset when I did this.

"I should go" she stated walking out the door she turned around. I walked towards my bed and heard her say "get some sleep sweet heart". I turned around but she was gone. I stayed there for a few moments and was snapped back into reality when Jonah yawned.

I looked at his face and I thought about everything, especially my conversation with Mary. Jonah wasn't going to be a hunter. I decided at that moment I was going to leave home and raise Jonah to be a somewhat normal human. My heart breaks every time I think about him getting hurt or worse dead. That fact left me with the feeling of dread.

Jonah was still sleeping and I smiled softly, I just hoped Castiel wanted the same thing I wanted for our son. This wasn't something we talked about. Castiel mostly told me what kind of powers Jonah might have and that when he's old enough he's going to have to teach him how to use them properly. That always lead me to believe that Jonah was going be raised to be a hunter.

My mind wandered to Mary's question and soon my mind was thinking up a million horrible possibilities that might happen to Jonah. Then somehow everything else got twisted in my thoughts. I was sitting on my bed, Jonah had woken up again. This time he was hungry after I fed and burped him, I tried to sing 'carry on' again but he wasn't falling back asleep.

I was probably being selfish but I didn't care and I wasn't going to raise Jonah to be a hunter. He's my son and there are plenty of men and women out there who are capable hunters. "I love you" I said to Jonah kissing his nose. He just laughed and grabbed my necklace around my neck. I smiled again "I promise I won't let anything hurt you" I said to him.

I didn't want to be alone so I prayed to Castiel.

An hour or so passed by before fluttering wings was heard. "Emma?" Castiel's gruff voice said and he sat on the bed next to me. "How has Jonah been?" he asked, I smiled softly that's one of the first thing Castiel asks me. "He won't sleep and he misses his daddy". Cass gave me a sad smile before picking up our son, he wrapped protective arms around him.

I was smiling as Castiel talked to Jonah in Enochian. I laid my head on Castiel's shoulders as he kept talked to Jonah in Enochian. I had no clue what he was saying, I only know a few things in Enochian, and they weren't anything Castiel was saying. But it wasn't long before Jonah was fast asleep in Cass' arms. I looked up at Castiel and he had a triumphant smile on his face like he won. "I love you" Castiel muttered before kissing Jonah's head.

My head still rested on Cass' shoulder when he asked "what happened?" his voice was full of worry he looked over at me. "Nothing. I just didn't want to be alone" I said quietly I felt his index finger on my cheek, "you were crying" he stated. "I was just thinking" I told him. I looked at Castiel and he had a questioning yet puzzled expression on his face. "What were you thinking about?" Castiel asked, I sighed and said "everything. Lucifer. My mom. Hunting. Mary". Cass nodded his head and rubbed the back of his neck.

I closed my eyes but opened them when Castiel said "Emma". "Hmm?" I asked "will you tell me what's wrong?" Castiel asked. "I was thinking about Jonah and how we're going to raise him" I said. "What do you mean?" Castiel asked he seemed more tired and stressed. If I told him what was wrong I will just be adding onto it. "It's fine" I said trying to brush it off as unimportant, "no it's not" Castiel rebutted.

"Castiel I told you it's fine" I said again and my voice slightly squeaked. "Emma" Cass warned, "Castiel" I said, and with this he sighed angrily and said "just tell me what's wrong". I didn't want to make Cass more stressed than he was and looking for God was taking its toll on him.

"Emma please tell me what's wrong" Cass said pleading with me. "Back in 1978. Mary asked me if we were going to raise Jonah to be a hunter" I said quietly. "Did you say no?" he asked almost hopefully, "I told I had no idea what we we're going to do" I replied. Then added "I don't want Jonah to be a hunter","is that what you truly want?" Castiel asked I nodded my head in response. "Then we'll raise him to have as Dean says 'an apple pie lif-'." Cass said. I kissed his lips cutting him off, I felt ecstatic and relieved at the same time.

When I pulled away Cass said "Emma I told you I will never let anything happen to Jonah or you" and there was that same determination when I first told him I was pregnant. "I know, but-" I said trying to think of what to say. I didn't want to upset Cass by saying there was a small part of me that thought he wanted to raise Jonah to be a hunter. But Castiel spoke "I love you and Jonah more than you can imagine" Castiel said stroking my cheek "and I'm not going to let anything happen to either of you" Castiel said.

I nodded my head in response and decided to keep my fears to myself. I heard gurgling noises and I looked down at Jonah who was drooling on his hands. 'He must have woken up when Castiel and I were talking.' We were now laying down I was on my side and Castiel on his back with Jonah on his chest. Cass was rubbing Jonah's back a small smile creeping on his face.

"What is it?" I asked. "His wings will be coming soon" Castiel stated smiling "wings? Like angel wings?" I asked. "Yes. They come in when the infant is three months old" Cass informed me. I laid my head on Cass' chest and began rubbing small circles. "You need to sleep" Castiel said at Jonah, for the hundredth time I hummed 'carry on my wayward son' and I was relieved when Jonah fell asleep again. I just hopped he'd stay asleep. I kissed his cheek and Castiel's before falling into a dreamless sleep.

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Note: Part two is next (you guys are probably getting annoyed by how many of my chapters are parts) and this chapter is when the zombies first rise.

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Note: School started again for me, so if I don't update in a while it's because of homework.