Chapter 5
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Dean was recovering pretty quickly. The trio remained at Bobby's house for a few days. Dean couldn't wait to go on another hunt and Emma was ready but still reluctant to go with them. Yes, she is the First One and maybe she had been a great fighter in another life. A soldier that had fought with Michael, Lucifer and other angels. She hadn't the first clue about hunting though. The only thing that she's ever done and that was hunting related was the little research she made on sirens the other day.
Dean and Sam were reluctant to take her with them. But she didn't let them talk her out of it. She was determined to go with them. She really wanted to keep an eye on Sam and Dean. Make sure that no angels or demons would try to kill them both. She didn't know how she would stop it but she would do it. That was her mission right. Or she thought it was. It was really pissing her off not to have any memories.
Dean took it upon himself to teach her how to shoot. He wasn't about to take her hunting if she didn't know how to shoot. Bobby had a small target range at the back of his house. It was near a stream of water. A small bag of sand was attached to a makeshift target. Emma held the 9mm Beretta with her two hands. It wasn't a heavy gun but the longer she held it, the heavier it felt. She aimed it the bag and took the first shot. She couldn't help but to close her eyes at the loud sound that came from the gun.
"Keep your eyes open, Ginger." Dean grunted next to her.
"Don't call me Ginger." Emma countered.
"Hand under the butt." Dean said walking up to her. His arms came around her and he closed his hands around hers as she was still holding the gun. "Sight along the barrel."
The redhead did as she was instructed. But again she closed her eyes as she pulled the trigger.
"Ease up your elbows." Dean said moving his hands to her arms. "Squeeze the trigger, don't pull. And again keep your eyes open."
Dean's body was pressed up against hers and Emma felt something that she hasn't felt before. Heat rose up in her cheeks. Her brain wasn't able to function normally. It was as if by his only presence, Dean Winchester was able to make her lose her senses. She wasn't able to concentrate on her target and if she did concentrate on it, she couldn't fully appreciate the fact that she has indeed hit her target.
"Good." Dean appraised her. He stepped back slightly. "Now empty the clip."
As the eldest of the Winchesters stepped back, Emma was relieved to be able to breathe again. It has made her uncomfortable to feel him so close. To be able to feel him from shoulder to thigh. To feel his breath tickled her cheek, his warm hands on her hands and arms. She couldn't wait for him to step back. The heat spreading from somewhere within her has made her uncomfortable. She didn't know why she felt this. It frightened her. If only she knew that later in the future, she'll come to appreciate it.
Sam has joined them at this instant. Emma heard them talked in hushed whispers. She didn't pay attention to it, focusing on her shooting training. Forgetting slowly the weird episode that just took place between her and Dean. Or rather trying to forget what she felt a few seconds ago. She aimed the target, place one of her hands under the butt, pull off the safety and squeeze the trigger. This time she didn't flinch at the retort or closed her eyes. The bullet hit the middle of the target. She didn't wait to appreciate her success. She did as she was asked, she emptied her clip.
When the hammer clicked on an empty chamber, she turned the gun in every angle trying to find out how to change the magazine. As she was trying to make the magazine slid out of the gun, she realized that her brain worked in mysterious ways. She could throw a punch at the right moment if needed be, and this without having any combats training. And there she was unable to change the clip of a gun.
"Having trouble, Ginger?" Dean asked her from where he stood with Sam.
"How do you get that thing out?" Emma asked walking up to them.
Dean took the gun from her hands and showed her the small black button above the grip. "Here." He pushed it, catch the magazine and juggled the gun. He gave her the gun back and a new magazine.
She took it and slid it in. There was a click. She pushed the small lever until she saw the red dot. She went to give it back to Dean but he shook his head. "That's yours now, Ginger." He sort of waved at her. "Come on, let's go." He said turning around without waiting for her.
Emma slid the gun in her waistband and followed him.
"So, ready to hit the road, Ginger?" Dean asked her.
"I was born ready." Emma replied sliding her duffel bag on her shoulder.
"Not so fast, Emma." Bobby called behind her. The girl turned around and faced the old man. He held out a golden chain with a small pendant on it. "This is a charm against possession. It'll protect you as long as you keep it on you."
"Thanks." Emma took the pendant.
Bobby pulled her into a warm embrace. "You be safe, kid." He told in her ear. She brought her harms around his back and nodded in his shoulder.
"I will." She promised.
"You be careful on the road, boys." Bobby said to the brothers. "Call if you need anything."
"We will, Bobby." Sam said as Emma walked to the trunk of impala to place her bag in it.
She waved at Bobby one last time before getting in the back seat of the car.
Back on the road, the boys went back to what we could call their routine. That meant they stopped in motel rooms or even slept in the Impala, chasing for hunts in the newspaper mostly. Emma was just tagging along. Because that was what she was supposed to do. Watching over the Winchesters. She didn't know exactly what she was supposed to do but she'll find out soon.
Soon arrived pretty quickly though. They stopped in a big city. Sam has found something about a mysterious death. The police have concluded to a suicide but the witnesses have mentioned the fact that the victim had a weird behavior before it happened. It went from being a guy who did his job seriously to being obsessed by it. The brothers thought that it could be a good first case for Emma. The plan was to look into the case first thing in the morning.
And when morning came. Dean and Sam were gone. Without a word. Emma, at first, thought that they both went to grab breakfast and that they will come back. She looked out of the window briefly and was taken aback when she realized that the Impala was still in the parking lot. She didn't know Dean or Sam for long but she knew they didn't go anywhere without that car. Now that was weird.
She thought about calling Bobby but she didn't do it. She didn't want to worry Bobby, as stupid as that might seem. So, she called someone else instead to help her locate them. But he didn't answer at first. Like usual, she thought. So, not wanting Bobby to worry and Camael not answering her calls, she decided to investigate on her own. But she didn't know where to start.
Emma didn't hesitate to use Sam's computer to try and locate their phone thanks to their GPS. But again that was impossible for her to do. Nothing came on screen, they probably shut their phone off which she found weird because Dean and Sam, and she spent enough time with them to notice, never turned off their phone.
While looking for Sam and Dean, she completely abandoned the other case. She tried to GPS them everyday in hopes that something will come up on her screen. But nothing. After three days, Camael finally answered her calls. She explained the situation quickly to Camael and he disappeared as soon as he came.
While the Winchesters were gone, she used their credit cards to get lunch and dinner and to pay the hotel room. After one week, she really started to worry. There was still no news of Camael, neither there was of Sam and Dean. The only good news was there were no more victims on the case they originally came for.
"Did you find them?" She asked as soon as Camael popped in her motel room.
"No. I can't." Camael replied. "They just disappeared."
"You can't just disappear like that." She hissed back at him. "They have to be somewhere. In another state or country maybe?"
"I meant it, they disappeared. They are nowhere to be found." Camael assured her.
"Why would anyone do something like that? What do they want with the Winchesters?"
"Huh, pretty much everything. They are the Winchesters, for starters and Dean is supposed to lead the army of angels. So, I'd say they're kind of precious."
Emma glared at him briefly before speaking. "Alright, so, why leave me behind?"
"Because you're an angel, maybe?" He shrugged.
"Why did I call you again?" She asked before a frown crossed her face. "And if that was the key."
"What?"
"What if it's because I'm an angel that they didn't take me with them?"
"And why would they do that?"
"Oh, Camael, that's your mission to find out." She patted his cheek with a smirk on her face.
Camael disappeared in a pop and Emma was left alone. The fact that she was an angel might explain why she hasn't been taken by Dean's and Sam's abductors. But why? The answer came to her only two weeks later.
"You're not gonna believe me." Camael started this day.
"Try me."
"Dean and Sam Winchesters are living a normal life." Camael answered.
"What?" Emma frowned up at him. "I—I don't get it."
"Well, Dean Smith is the director of sales and marketing and Sam Wesson is working at the Sandover technical support." Camael informed her.
"Okay?" Emma drawled out still quite confused.
"You don't understand, do you?" Emma shook her head confirming to Camael that she indeed didn't understand. "Dean and Sam Winchester are working and living under those two aliases. And they don't seem to remember anything about their hunting life."
"You've seen them?" She asked.
"Yeah, I've seen them briefly." Camael retorted. "This is the Angel's works and more precisely Castiel's superior."
"How do you know?"
"I've seen him." Camael answered. "Zachariah." He looked up at her. "Don't worry, he hasn't seen me. I left before he got time to."
"So where are they?" Emma finally asked.
Camael took her to the building where Sam and Dean were working regular jobs. Bridge and Iron Inc. It was a real weird coincidence since they originally came to work a case of a mysterious death in this building. And apparently there was another victim. The coroners were taking away a dead body.
"What do you think happened?" Emma asked Camael as they watched the body being taken away.
"Oh, that's your job. I've done mine already." He smirked at her before popping out.
"Great." She grumbled.
Emma went to the closest police officer, showed him her FBI agent badge before asking him question. The fake badge was the first thing that Dean has made for her. It was important for her to have one, if she wanted to be able to investigate with them.
"Agent Joplin, FBI." She said flashing him her badge. "Tell me, what happened here?"
"Officer Martin. A guy from the tech support commit suicide." The police officer replied. "Put his head in a microwave."
"That's…unusual." Emma pursed her lips. "Is there anything else you know about this guy?"
"Not really. Just his name Paul Dunbar. Worked here for thirty years." He looked down at her. "Why's the FBI interested in this anyway?"
"Well, there was a similar incident in this company three weeks ago. A guy from Tech support too. Worked there for a few years, commit suicide too." She explained quickly.
"That's probably just a coincidence." The police officer shrugged.
"I don't think so." Emma shook her had. "Thanks for your time."
She took a deep breath and got into the building. She didn't know what to think about all this. Sam and Dean disappearing overnight and suddenly she found them there where two suicides have been committed, she knew that there's no coincidence.
There was a large black board on the wall in the hallway. On which, the floors of each and different services were indicated. On the twelfth floor there was the tech department and ten floors up it was the marketing department. But her first stop was definitely the twelfth floor.
"That's where you found him?" Emma asked a female employee that led her to the small kitchen area.
"Yes. I take my shift at half past eight. I came here to grab a cup of coffee and he was there his head in the microwave." The female employee chocked up a sob. "I'm sorry." She said before fleeing to the bathroom.
The microwave has already been moved away. There was nothing she could work with and she hasn't even the beginning of the idea of what could cause those sort of deaths. She walked out of the small kitchen with a sigh. There was no common thing between the two men.
"Excuse me, did you know Paul Dunbar and Connor Mitchell?" She asked the man in the first cubicle just outside of the kitchen.
"Yeah." He answered putting down his headset. "Do I know you?"
"Oh, sorry. I'm agent Joplin, FBI. I wanted to ask you some questions about those two men." She said quickly.
"FBI is investigating on suicides now?"
"Well, when it might be more than just suicide, yeah." She countered annoyed. "So is there anything you can tell me about Paul and Connor?"
"They were okay guy. I mean there's nothing to say about them. Except this one thing." He paused.
"What one thing?"
"I heard that Paul has been caught watching Porn on his computer. He went to HR; I don't know what they told him but apparently he started to get stressed." He said happy to share his story.
"I would too, if I was sent to HR." She shrugged.
"Maybe."
"What about Connor?"
"I'm not sure but the others said that he brought a girl in the office and they did—you know?" Emma nodded briefly. "The day after he was called to HR."
"When was that?"
"One or two days before he died."
"What about Paul?"
"I'd say the same. One or two days ago."
"Thanks for your help. Er—do you know where Sam Wesson is by any chance?"
"Yeah. He's over there." He said pointing in front of him.
"Thanks."
She left the man and walked past four or five cubicles before she finally found Sam. He was wearing a yellow shirt like all the employees, he wore a headset and was talking on the phone with someone at the other end of the line. There was an empty chair nearby, she pulled it next to Sam. She sat down and looked at Sam.
"Hello, Sam!" She smiled at him.
Sam looked at her frowning. "Hello?" He greeted her confused. "Do I know you?"
"Well, yeah, we do know each other and for some reason, you don't remember." She replied. "Don't worry, though. I'll fix that."
"What?"
"I'm Emma Williams and you are Sam Winchester. Not Wesson, Winchester and I know what I'm talking about."
"Seriously, who are you?"
"I told you already." She said. "I'm telling you the truth. You're Sam Winchester and you're hunting monsters, ghosts, demons, vampires and many stuffs like that."
"Vampires?" He asked looking around before setting his eyes back on her. "You mean they're real?"
"Well, yeah. I've never met one personally but they do. That's what you told me anyway." Emma retorted.
"So we really know each other?"
"Yeah, well, I mean I just met you but we know each other."
"Thank god, I was starting to think that I was going crazy." Sam continued. "I've been having those weird dreams and now you telling me this…"
"I know it can be really confusing and frustrating sometimes." Emma said understanding completely the feeling that something's missing. "I've been there. I'm still there." Sam frowned at her. But he didn't have time to ask her anything as some of the employee jumped out of their seat and ran past them.
"Hey, what's going on?" Sam asked one of his co-workers.
"Another suicide. Up at 22." The girl answered. "It's Ian."
Sam didn't wait for her as he got up and rushed at the end of the corridor, Emma on his heels. When they finally arrived at 22, there was a crowd near the bathroom. A body was being taken away for the second time this day. There were police officers and they were talking to Dean. Emma noticed the look Dean and Sam both exchanged.
"You know him?" Emma asked him as Sam walked back to the lift.
"We talked once or twice in the elevator." Sam told her.
"Was he a friend of yours? I mean Ian."
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry for your loss." She said to Sam as he entered the elevator.
"Thanks."
"Look, I'm going to ask a few questions, I'll see you later."
"Okay."
She left Sam and went to the police officers. She repeated her little number she did this morning. She introduced herself as Agent Joplin of FBI. And then she asked them a few questions about what happened. Ian Johnston has been called by the manager, Dean Smith. He seemed off before running to the bathroom and there he stabbed himself in the neck with a pencil.
Her next stop was Dean Smith's office. "You start here three weeks ago, uh? Me too." She heard Dean said.
She opened the door and stepped in. "And you disappeared three weeks ago."
"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked her.
"Oh, this is Emma Sanders." Sam said.
"And?"
"And I know who you two really are." She answered.
"Who we are?" Dean scoffed.
"Yep. He is Sam Winchester and you are Dean Winchester." She declared.
"So, what now? We're brothers?" Dean questioned her. "Come on, tell me you don't believe her."
"A guy just stabbed himself in the neck right before your eyes. Another one put his head in the microwave and another one smashed his head against the wall and bled to death on the floor." Emma answered instead. "There's easier way to kill yourself, don't you think? All three working at the tech support. That's not coincidence."
"Because you coming out of nowhere and telling me that you know me better than I know myself, is normal?" Dean countered.
"Whether you want to believe me or not, you and Sam are brothers and you hunt, you save people, family business or something." She exhaled deeply. "When Ian killed himself, did you notice something weird, out of the ordinary? Anything."
"I don't what I saw." Dean
"Wait, are you saying…?" Sam started. "Did you see a ghost?"
"I was freaking out." Dean shook his head. "The guy penciled his damn neck."
"You did, didn't you?"
"Of course, he did. He just doesn't want to believe it." Emma said. "Alright, the ghost is responsible for the dead body around here. Now we need to find out how to get rid of it before he does any more victims."
"That's just nuts." Dean breathed out.
"Tell me about it." She scoffed.
"Okay. I've been digging around a little." Sam said as Emma dropped in the seat in front of Dean. "I think I find a connection between the two guys." He passed Dean two papers.
"You broke into their emails accounts?" Dean's eyes widened.
"I used some skills that I happened to have to satisfy my curiosity." Sam admitted.
"Nice."
"Yeah. He turns out that Ian and Paul both got the same emails telling them to report to HR, room 1444." Sam continued.
"Yeah. So did Mitchell." Emma shrugged.
"HR's on seven." Dean clarified.
"What's in room 1444, then?" Emma questioned.
"Should we check this out?" Dean asked them.
"You mean like right now?" Emma watched the exchanged between the two brothers amused.
"No. It's getting late, you're right." Dean retorted.
"I am dying to check this out right now."
"Right."
"That was awkward."
The three of them got up and went to fourteen together. Dean Smith and Sam Wesson didn't know what to think about this woman who seemed to know more about themselves than they do. Well, at least Sam didn't, as for Dean, he thought that she was nuts. Even though, he has to admit that she was right about the ghost.
"You say you know us, right?" Emma nodded at Dean's question. "For how long?"
"Um—we met a few months ago. I only know the few things I told you earlier. Not much." Emma clarified.
"So, you don't actually know us?" Sam asked her then.
"I don't actually know myself, so…" Emma trailed off.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Dean frowned.
"There we are." Emma said as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Dean and Sam exchanged a look behind her back. Sensing that the girl didn't want to talk about it.
As they approached the room, they heard noises coming from the room and then someone screamed. They rushed to the room. Sam tried to pry it open but the door refused to open. Sam kicked the door open and Dean seemed impressed by it but Emma ran past them to help the man that was stuck under the shelves. Dean and Sam joined her quickly and together they lifted up the shelves. But they were interrupted by the ghost that grabbed Emma's shoulders and threw her on the shelves behind her. She hit them with a thud. The ghost got rid of the two brothers. Emma got up groaning and saw the ghost marched on the employee stuck under the shelves. Dean grabbed a wrench and swung it at the ghost and it disappeared.
The two brothers lifted up the shelves and Emma pulled the man out from under it. "How do you know how to do that?" Sam asked Dean.
"I have no idea." Dean replied.
"Holy crap, dude!" Dean exclaimed once they were in the motel room. Emma has brought them there, right after they short encounter with the ghost. After a bit of insisting, Dean reluctantly drove them there.
"Yeah. I could use a beer." Sam replied.
"Oh, sorry, man. I'm on the cleanse." Dean retorted.
Emma's head snapped in his direction. "You are on cleanse? You, Dean Winchester, are on cleanse?"
"It's Smith and yeah, I'm on cleanse. Nothing's wrong with that." Dean retorted annoyed at the girl.
"It's Winchester and you are a big believer of grease feast which means burgers, fries and beers."
"Remind me who you are again? I mean to us." Dean asked her.
"Told you, Smith, I'm Emma Williams, a hunter like you. Well, I'm a beginner. This was supposed to be my first case until you two just disappeared." Dean and Emma just glared at each other.
"How the hell did you know that ghosts are scared of wrenches?" Sam asked while the red head and the blond man had a little stare down.
"Crazy, right?" Dean looked at him. "And nice job kicking in that door, too. That was very Jet Li. What are you like a black belt or something?"
"No. I have no clue how I did that." Sam sounded surprised.
Emma rolled her eyes while giving Sam a beer. "First off, ghosts aren't afraid wrenches but iron, yes. Then the Jet Li thing it's because you're a hunter. You've done this before." Dean scoffed and shook his head while Sam really listened to her. "Those lives you have they're not yours. They've never been yours. Those clothes, those jobs, this town and those names. Please don't tell me you like this life?"
"Bullshit." Dean said.
"Maybe, she's right! I've been having this feeling for some time now." Sam agreed with her.
"What feeling?"
"Like I should be doing something else. There's just something in my blood. Like I was destined for something different." Sam said.
"Well, I don't believe in destiny and I think you're screwing with us." Dean said to Emma.
"That ghost is real." She protested.
"Yeah, so let's deal with it."
"What do we do now?" Sam questioned him.
"We do what I do best, Sammy." Dean said and that brought a smile to Emma's lips. "Research."
"Okay." Sam agreed. Dean walked towards his bag that he had dropped on the bed when he arrived in this room. "Did you just call me 'Sammy?'"
"Did I?"
"I think you did." Sam told him. "Yeah. Don't." Sam pushed himself off of the wall.
"Sorry."
"Okay, ladies." Emma clapped her hands together. "First thing first, we need to figure out who's that ghost and where it's been buried." Emma announced taking off her jacket.
"Why?" Sam asked her.
"Because if I remember correctly what you told me. Well, it's not exactly what you told me. It's something I watched because I was bored. The Ghostfacers. Those guys kinda hate you, guys. I mean the Winchesters." She said. "Anyway, to get rid of vengeful spirits, you have to salt and burn its remains. Salt and iron are pretty much our weapons against this ghost. All we need to know is who we're dealing with." She explained pulling a book out of her bag. "And we need to find out where he's buried."
"And what are you doing?" Sam asked her while Dean started to type something on his computer.
"I'm doing some research. Nothing to do with the ghost but related to this hunt." She assured him.
"What is it?" Dean asked.
"Surprise." Emma smirked.
While Dean and Sam were researching information about their ghost, Emma was looking for the Enochian symbols that Anna used once to banish angels. She couldn't remember it but she knew she's seen somewhere in that book. She didn't care about who Zachariah was. On the other hand, she wanted to know what was his goal. Why would he erase Dean's and Sam's memories?
"That's him. That's the ghost." Dean said watching over Sam's shoulder.
"P.T Sandover, died 1916." Sam read out. "Devoted his life to his work. No wife, no kids. Used to say he was the company and his very blood pumped through the building."
"Wow. Okay. So, slight workaholic." Dean commented. "Maybe he's still here, you know, watching over his company even killing for it."
"Well, if we believe this article, it's not the first time," Emma continued the reading. "People started killing themselves in the building. In 1929, with the Black Tuesday Crash."
"Yeah, but lots of guys jumped off of lots of high-rises that year." Dean stated.
"How many companies had 17 suicides?" Sam asked him.
"Okay, so, P.T Sandover…protector of the company." Dean was thinking out loud. "His ghost wakes up and becomes active during times of grave economic distress."
"Well, I mean, the worst we've seen since the great depression is now."
"Yeah, now sucks. My portfolio's in the sewer. I don't even want to talk about it." Emma scoffed at that.
"Sandover is helping by changing some of the employees into perfect ones. Turning them into perfect working bees devoted to the company." Emma continued crossing her arms over her chest. Her fair skin was covered with freckles and pink scars. Constant reminder that she's been tortured by Alastair.
"So devoted that they would commit hara-kiri if they failed it." Dean added.
"One more interesting fact the building wasn't always that high." Sam told them. "Used to be 14 floors. And the room where the ghost attacked, 1444, once upon a time, that was the old man's office."
"Does it say where he's buried?" Emma asked Sam.
Sam read the article before he simply frowned. "Sandover was cremated."
"Now, what do we do, genius?" Dean asked Emma.
"Easy, we find something that belonged to him and we burn it." Emma shrugged. She moved to one of the bed, crouched down and grabbed a duffel that was placed under. She moved to the chest drawer near Dean's bed. The keys of the Impala were still there. "Come on." She grabbed her jacket and a piece of paper before walking out of the room.
Smith and Wesson followed her outside on the parking lot. "Nice ride." Dean commented.
"You like it?" Emma smirked.
"You bet." Dean grinned. "Is it yours?"
"I'm keeping it until my friend comes back." She replied. She unlocked the trunk of the Impala and opened it.
"What the hell?" Dean Smith exclaimed when he saw the arsenal of weapons.
"I know." Emma said. She immediately grabbed the salt that the brothers kept in their trunk and shoved it in the duffel bag. There were iron fire pokers that she also put in the bag. Sam grabbed a shotgun. "Whoa, whoa. The only hunter around here right now, it's me. So no touching. Okay?" She took it from his hands, put in the duffel bag and took some ammos that soon followed the shotgun in her bag. "Alright, let's go."
They didn't drove the Impala to the Sandover building, they went back in Dean's Prius. For the second time, Emma stepped into the building followed by Sam and Dean this time. She carried the bag into the elevator while Dean asked her and Sam to set their cellphones to walkie-talkie, she was rethinking about her plan concerning Zachariah. She knew what to do now and she has never been surer in her entire life.
"Alright, I suggest we go to room 1444." Emma sighed shoving her phone back in her jeans.
"That's not such a bad idea." Dean approved. "It used to be Sandover's office, right?"
The three of them was searching the storeroom. Emma was in the back of the room with Dean while Sam was searching the desk. They were so eager and so focused to find something quickly that none of them saw the security guard entered the room.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Emma heard him say before Dean pulled her next to him. He brought a finger to his lips and she nodded. They both crouched down behind the shelves. Sam stammered something before the security guard pulled him outside.
They slowly stood up as soon as the door closed. They looked at each other briefly before staring back at the door.
"That was close." Emma commented.
"Come on, keep looking." Dean said before going to search the desk himself.
She rummaged through the boxes filled with old folders. She went through all the shelves but she found nothing. Dean rummaged through the drawers, moved away some folders and finally he found an old article put in a frame. "Hey, Red!" He called her.
"What you got?" Emma walked over to him and looked over his shoulder.
"See that?"
"Yeah, it's a bridge, so?" Emma shrugged.
"There's some sort of memorial on 22. The gloves he wore to the ribbon cutting ceremony are exposed there." Dean explained to Emma.
"That's it!" Emma beamed. "Call Sam, tell him to meet us there." She ordered him while she went getting the bag. She heard Dean calling Sam as she took the shotgun and loaded it with rock salt shells. "Is he alright?" Emma asked him. "He sounded pretty shaken up."
"He said he'll call back." Dean answered taking the bag from her. "Come on."
They were in the lift when Sam called back. Dean told him quickly to meet them on 22 and Sam muttered something about taking the stairs. Dean and Emma glanced at each other briefly and they both shrugged. Once they arrived on the 22nd floor, Emma immediately saw the memorial that was right in front of the elevator.
"How come I didn't see this before?" Emma wondered as she stood in front of the memorial. It was a small exposition of several photos of bridges that Sandover had helped build when living. And the star of this exposition was the pair of gloves. "Um…I'm gonna take a look around. You don't move."
"Why?" Dean asked her suspiciously.
"Because it's the job. I just want to make sure that we won't get caught." She replied.
"Oh, yeah, right." Dean accepted her answer and Emma walked away from him.
"Don't wait on me to destroy the gloves." She called over her shoulder.
She went back to his office. She stepped in, put down the shotgun on his desk and pulled out her piece of paper. On the paper there was the symbol that banished Angels from a room. The thing was to draw it somewhere neither Dean or Zachariah would see it. She wasn't sure that Zachariah would come but she did it just in case. She took out knife and sliced the palm of her hand, crouched down and started to draw the symbol on the side of his desk.
It took her a few minutes to finish her work and to make sure she didn't make mistake. Her head snapped towards the door when she heard two loud thuds. She got up quickly, wrapped her hand in a handkerchief, her paper and grabbed the shotgun before running out of the office. She armed her weapon and stopped in the corridor as she saw Sam on the ground near the elevator and Dean was standing with a poker in his hand. The ghost appeared behind Dean.
"Duck!" She yelled at Dean. The latter ducked and she shot the ghost that disappeared as soon as the bullet hit him. "You're okay?" She asked walking towards them.
"Yeah. Where were you?" Sam asked.
"Checking out the perimeter." She barely had time to pronounce those words. Sandover made another appearance and this time he attacked her. He grabbed the shotgun and threw it away from her, before he sent her flying across the room. She hit the wall before hitting the ground.
She pushed herself up groaning, Dean and Sam were swinging their pokers at the ghost but in vain. As the two brothers hit the walls one more time, Emma scrambled to her feet and rushed to the shotgun. Sandover was now standing over Dean, dangerously bringing his fingers to his face. Emma armed her weapon and shot Sandover again.
"Sam!" She called not needing to tell him what he has to do.
Sam grabbed the pair of glove. Sandover appeared in front of Emma, Sam set the gloves on fire and the ghost disappeared right in front of her eyes.
Back in Dean's office, Emma hoped that this hunt has awakened some memory in them. "I got to tell ya. I've never had so much fun in my life." Dean said bringing a first aid kit to his desk.
"Me neither."
"I got to say that it wasn't that bad." Emma added. "So, when do you want to hit the road?"
"Quit our jobs?" Dean snorted.
"Yeah." Emma nodded.
"I think we should." Sam agreed. "There must be other things out there. We could save people."
"You gotta be kidding me. How would we get by?" Dean questioned them. "On stolen credit cards, uh? Eating dinner food drenched in saturated fats? Sharing a crap motel room every night?"
"Exactly, what you've been doing as Dean Winchester." Emma told him. "You never thought that that life was terrible."
"Stop it. Stop with this Winchesters crap." Dean snapped. "We are not the Winchesters."
"And what if she's telling the truth, uh?" Sam asked him. "What if that's who we really are? I mean you saw us back there, working together. The ghost was scrambling people's brains. What if it scrambled ours?"
"That's insane." Dean chuckled.
"It's not." Emma retorted. "This is your life. Whether you like it or not. Hunting is your thing." She continued as he was about to open his mouth. "You are not director of sales and marketing. You never went to college. Your parents were John and Mary Winchester and Sam is your brother. Most important thing, you don't drive a Prius. You drive an Impala. That car is like the love of your life." She paused. "You are lying to yourself, right now. Because you know I'm telling the truth but you don't want to see it." She shook her head and looked at Sam and Dean before speaking again. "I'm gonna go but I'll be back tomorrow. If one of you is ready to abandon this life, he'll just have to meet me in front of the building. Two hours and after that I'm gone."
Ultimatums have never been her thing and yet, she needed them to realize that this wasn't their life. She knew that Sam was starting to see. That he has been seeing it for quite some time. But it seemed like Dean didn't want to give up on what he has. And who could blame him? This life was probably better than the hunting. And yet, it was his life. On the other hand, she hoped that Zachariah would show up the day after. This way she'd be able to find out the truth.
The day after Emma was back in front of the building. Once again she didn't dare driving Dean's car, not knowing how he would react to that. She strode in the building, got into the lift and pressed the button of the 22nd floor and the door closed.
"Starting with your attitude." Emma heard as she opened the door to Dean's office.
"He can keep his attitude as long as he is Dean Winchester." She declared closing the door behind her.
"Emmanuelle." Zachariah acknowledged her.
"I take it you're Zachariah, uh?" Emma smirked. "Hey, Dean, you're feeling okay?"
"Well, I'm wearing a monkey suit and I'm hungry but yeah. I'm fine." Dean answered as Emma walked further into the office.
"Good." She said and Zachariah stepped away from her. "What is it? Are you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid of you. I'm just wondering why the First One is here?"
"I'll answer your question if you answer mine first." Emma said placing herself between Dean and Zachariah. "Here it is. Why did you temporarily erase their memory? Was there a point in this?"
"I wanted to prove to your little protégé that the path is on is truly in his blood." Zachariah replied to her. He then turned to Dean. "You're a hunter, Dean. Not because your dad made you. Not because God called you back from hell. But because this is what you are. And you love it. You'll find your way to it in the dark every single time, and you're miserable without it. Dean, let's be real here…you're good at this. You'll be successful. You will stop it."
"Stop what, uh? The apocalypse, uh? Lucifer? What? Be specific, man." Emma remained silent as Dean and Zachariah were speaking. She quietly placed herself near the symbol she's drawn the night before.
"You'll do everything you're destined too. All of it." Zachariah retorted to the hunter. "But I know. I know. You're not strong enough. You're scared. You got daddy issues. You can't do it, right?"
"Angel or not, I will stab you in your face." Dean threatened.
"Who are you working for?" Emma suddenly asked. "Michael? God? Who?"
"It doesn't concern you anymore. You chose them over us. You don't get to know." Zachariah replied coldly.
"Well, whoever is your boss, tell him that the First One is back. Tell him that the Winchesters are under her protection and whatever their fate are supposed to be. They'll get to choose the life they want to live." She walked towards him making sure that he stepped back. "Tell him that next time he screws up with the Winchesters and I'll be hunting his ass and I'll kill him myself, is that understood?"
"You really think you can do something against me?" Zachariah asked chuckling. "You're powerless."
"I'm the First One after all. And powerless, I am not." Emma smirked at him. "Make sure he got the message loud and clear." She then put her hand on her drawing and Zachariah disappeared in a flash of light.