Chapter 7

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Emma walked up to the streets, her hands in her jeans. She didn't see the signs on which the name of the motel could be read, malfunctioned. Five letters out of eight just disappeared. Now all that could be read was the world "Red."

Emma walked out of the drug store with her bottle of painkillers in the pocket of her jacket. She has gulped down one and was now walking down the streets in search of a coffee shop. She thought that she could bring a cup back at the motel and one for Sam too.

Lost in her thoughts, she walked without looking at where she was going. She looked around her. A minivan was coming up the streets, a man stood in its way and Emma as if on instinct, without thinking, bolted in the street and pushed him out of the way. Unfortunately, she was now the one standing in the way of the minivan. She was hit, landed on the hood of the minivan and ended her course on the concrete. Her eyes closed shortly after as she passed out.

Dean got up and took in the scene that was before him. The driver, a blonde lady, rushed out of her minivan, her daughter climbed down too. The blonde woman rushed to the redhead that was lying down on the ground. Other bystanders gathered around the unconscious woman. Dean joined the group of people, he wanted to know who was the good Samaritan that saved him.

He knew her. He knew the small redhead that was lying on the ground, the same one that just saved him from being hit. He knelt down by her side.

"Emma?" He called out, fully aware of the pink flowers bandage that the little girl has put on the woman's face.

"You know her?" The driver asked him.

He didn't answer as he held her face in his hands. "Emma?" Her eyes fluttered open.

Her vision was blurry. She was aware of hands on each side of her face. "You're okay?" A deep voice reached her ears. She took in her surroundings and they were there. "Stars." She muttered as her vision became clearer.

"What was that?" The blonde woman with the stars shaped earrings asked.

Emma tried to sit up. "Take it easy!" That same male voice said as his hands moved behind her back.

"Dean?" She recognized him at once. "What happened?"

"I'm so sorry. You just came out of nowhere. Are you okay?" A woman said to her as Emma was looking at the minivan. "And sorry about…you know. My daughter's going through a doctor phase."

"What?"

"You're better now." A little girl smiled down at her.

Dean helped her up and her body groaned from the effort. Her eyes laid upon the Impala that has its rear window smashed, broken into pieces. "Baby?!" Emma whined. "What happened to her?"

"Son of bitches happened to her." Dean growled.

Emma and he walked up to the Impala. Emma walked around the car as she went to open the door, she saw her reflection in the window. On her face were three flowered band aids. She took one of them between her fingers and examined it. Every details were exactly as Chuck has predicted it. She got hit by a minivan, her face was covered with pink flowered band aid and the Impala rear window was broken. How did he do that? How could he know so much details?

Sitting next to Dean, Emma was trying hard to hold in her smile. There was nothing to smile about but Dean's face made her want to laugh. He seemed so angry and yet he released an annoyed sigh. The flapping of the plastic tarp was getting on his nerves; he was more annoyed at the fact that Chuck got it all right. It was annoying Dean that someone who wasn't close to him, knew every single detail about his life. He hated that.

Dean parked in front of Chuck's house. Emma followed him to the front porch. He picked the lock as she was surveying their surroundings. Dean opened the door and Emma followed him inside.

Chuck unlocked his door, a grocery bag in his hands. He walked inside, he knew they'd both be here, he knew that they'd be waiting for him but that didn't stop him to freeze when he saw Dean sitting in his armchair. He looked to his right, Emma was sitting at the small bar. She smiled faintly and waved him a small hello.

"You look terrible." Chuck said looking at her.

"I got hit by a minivan, Chuck." Emma answered cocking up one eyebrow.

"Oh." Made Chuck.

"That it?" Dean asked his eyebrows went up into his hairline. "Every damn thing you write about us comes true. And all you have to say is 'oh?'" Dean was yelling now.

"Please don't yell at me." Chuck told him.

"Why do I get the feeling that there's something you're not telling u?" Dean got up and threateningly walked up to Chuck.

"What—what wouldn't I be telling you?" Chuck stammered.

"How do you know that much?" Emma asked him. "That would be a start."

"I don't know how I know. I just do." Chuck replied looking at her.

"That's not good enough." Dean shook his head before grabbing Chuck's collar and slamming against the wall.

"Dean!" Emma stood up.

"How the hell are you doing this?" Dean shouted in his face.

"Dean, let him go." A voice boomed behind Dean. Emma turned to the sound of the voice and her eyes found Castiel in Dean's back. "This man is to be protected."

"Why?" Dean asked him.

"He's a prophet of the Lord." Castiel replied. Emma blinked at this, bewildered by this answer. She was certainly not expecting that.

"You're Castiel…aren't you?"

"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I admire your work."

"Whoa, whoa, what? This guy, a prophet?" Dean was skeptical about this and he wasn't the only one. "He's, uh, he's practically a penthouse forum writer."

"That's why he's—different?" Emma asked Castiel.

"Did you know about this?" Dean asked Chuck before Castiel could reply to Emma.

"I, uh, I might have dreamt about it." Chuck answered flopping the armchair.

"And you didn't tell us?"

"It was too preposterous." Chuck opened his bottle of whiskey. "Not to mention arrogant. I mean writing yourself into the story is one thing, but as a prophet? That's like M-Night-level douchiness."

"This is the guy who decides our fate?" Dean asked Castiel this time.

"He's a prophet not a God. He's only writing what he saw." Emma told him.

"He's a mouthpiece. A conduit for the inspired word." Castiel added looking through one of the Supernatural books.

"The word? The word of God?" Dean frowned. "What like the new, new testament?"

"One day, these books—they'll be known as the Winchesters gospel." Castiel continued.

"Are you for real?" Emma snapped. "This has got to be a joke."

"This is not—a joke." Castiel retorted.

"If you'd please excuse one minute." Chuck left the room and climbed up the stairs.

"Him? Really?" Dean said watching him go.

"You should have seen Luke." Emma replied without thinking at the same time as Castiel. She frowned lightly as she looked up at him.

"Why he'd get tapped?" Dean questioned.

"I don't know how prophets are chosen." Castiel answered. "The order comes from high up on the celestial chain of command."

"How high?"

"Very."

"Well, whatever. How do we get around this?" Dean asked and Emma knew what he was referring to.

"Around what?"

"The Sam-Lilith connection." Dean told Castiel. "How do we stop it from happening?"

"What the prophet has written, can't be unwritten." Castiel said. "As he has seen it, so it shall come to pass."

"Not this time. It shan't." Emma shook her head. "There must be something we can do."

"There's nothing you can do, Emmanuelle." Castiel repeated.

They both left Chuck's place and drove back to the motel. Dean's eyes land on the neon sign on which the word 'Red' could be read. With a defeated sigh, he knew that Lilith would show up in this motel. That everything he's done so far to get off the Lilith track has proved useless. But he wasn't about to give up. He would try everything to get his brother out of this place before Lilith show up. Everything.

He followed Emma inside. "Sam, get your stuff, we're leaving."

"What? To where?" Sam exclaimed.

"Anywhere." Dean answered. "Out of this place, out of this town. I don't care if we have to swim. We're getting out." Emma shoved her clothes in her duffel bag. "Dude, where are all the hex bags?" She heard Dean ask. She turned around to look at the two brothers.

"I burned them." Sam replied.

"You what?" Emma exclaimed.

"Look, if Lilith is coming, which is a big 'if…'" Sam started.

"No, no, no. It's more than an 'if.'" Dean cut him off. "Chuck is not psychic. He's a prophet."

"What?" Sam frowned up.

"Cass showed up and apparently is writing the gospel of us." Dean told him.

There was beat before Sam answered. "Okay."

"Okay. Let's get the hell out of here."

"No."

"Sam, come on." Emma groaned.

"Lilith is gonna slaughter you." Dean told him.

"Maybe she will, maybe she won't."

"So what? You think you can take her?" Dean turned around to face his brother.

"Only one way to find out, Dean, and I say bring her on." Sam retorted.

"Sam…"

"You think I'll do it, don't you?" Sam asked. "You think I'll go dark side?"

"Yes! Okay? Yes." Dean snapped back. Emma sighed deeply and her eyes fell shut. "The way you've been acting lately? The things you've been doing?" Sam looked at him surprised. "Oh, I know. How you ripped Alastair apart like it was nothing, like you were swatting a fly."

Sam looked at Emma accusingly. "I didn't tell him anything."

Now it was Dean that turned accusing eyes on her before saying, "Cas told me, okay?"

"What else did he tell you?"

"Nothing, I don't already know." Dean told him. "That you've been using your psychic crap and you've been getting stronger. We just don't know why? We don't know how?"

"It's not what you think." Sam started.

"Then, what is it, Sam? Cause, I'm at a total loss." Sam remained silent. Dean nodded and without a word grabbed his duffel bag and made for the door. Emma followed him but Sam made no movement. He had no intention to leave this room, this town. "Are you coming or not?" Dean asked him.

"No." Sam answered. They glared at each other for a moment, then Dean threw his bag on the chair by the door. He ripped the door open and stomped outside.

"That means we're staying, then?" Emma sighed. She looked over at Sam. "You really do want to kill her, don't you?"

"I kill her; I stop the apocalypse." Sam replied.

"The power you think you have is not gonna be enough." Emma told him. "She is the first Demon that has ever been created. The First One. Do you really think that your psychic powers are gonna be enough to kill her?"

"There's only one way to find out."

"Yes, by letting you having a go at her." Emma scoffed. "And what happened if she kills you, uh? What if you failed?"

"I won't." Sam answered confidently.

"Lucifer, too, was arrogant before being imprisoned in his cage." Emma said. "Think about that." She then exited the room.

She frowned as she thought back at her words. She didn't know where that was coming from but she said them. Is she remembering anything from her previous life? Maybe. Maybe the dreams were making her remember somehow. She didn't know and she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

All of this was starting to get very complicated. All of this because of an apocalypse that was about to be brought up on earth. Because of some of mission that she and Dean had to accomplish. What she didn't actually get is why? From her dreams, she gathered that she was against her two brothers fighting. She didn't pick a side. And since Camael appeared at her side, everyone is thinking that she helps Dean lead an army of angels. Angels versus Demons. Good versus Bad. Michael versus Lucifer. If she didn't pick a side then, why pick a side now? That's what she couldn't understand. Why?

She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. Her breath was visible in the cold night. She walked down the steps and up to the vending machine that was five rooms down from theirs. Dean was next to it but he wasn't alone. As she got closer, Emma was surprised to see that Castiel was with him.

"I get that!" Dean snapped at Castel as she came nearer.

Emma frowned at that. "If anything threatens a prophet." Cass was saying as she stood next to Dean who briefly looked down at her. "Anything at all. An archangel would appear to destroy that threat. Archangels are fierce. They're absolute. They're Heaven's most terrifying weapon."

"These archangels are tied to prophets?" Dean asked Castiel.

"Yes."

"So, if a prophet is in the same room as a demon…?"

"Then the most fearsome wrath of Heaven would rain down on that Demon." Castiel finished. And Emma's eyebrows went up in her hairline as she finally understood what Castiel was saying. "Just so you understand why I can't help." But he just did.

"Thanks, Cass." Dean told him.

"Good luck." Castiel said before disappearing.

"You stay here with Sam." Dean took his car keys from his jacket.

"What?" Emma exclaimed as she followed him. "And what am I supposed to do?"

"Anything." Dean retorted. "I just need time."

"Easy for you to say." Emma mumbled as the engine of the Impala roared to life and Dean left the parking lot.

Before going back to the room, Emma went to the vending machine and bought two drinks. One for her and a coke for Sam as a peace offering. She didn't really have a plan to delay Sam and Lilith's night of passion but she could buy Dean some time.

She breathed through her nose before stepping in the room. "Sam…" His name died on her lips.

She froze on the spot. A blonde woman was facing Sam, beautiful, sexy, tall. Beautiful in appearance. Where others would see sexy and beautiful, Emma saw darkness. Deep darkness, Lilith was like no other demons. The legend has it that her soul has been twisted by Lucifer and yet, it didn't appear torn and broken like the demons she's faced before. Her dark soul was intact. It was pitch black and where her eyes should be, there were snakes moving lazily. Her arms weren't human arms, they looked like tentacles and there were more than two. She looked more frightening than any other minor demons she's seen so far.

"Lilith." Emma breathed out.

"Emmanuelle." Lilith smiled at her wickedly. "Nice of you to join us." Sam glanced briefly at Emma. The latter kept her eyes trained on Lilith. "I offered to Sammy to stand down from the seals but…he doesn't seem convinced."

"I wouldn't blame him." Emma replied setting down the drinks. She gulped. "Why would you help us?"

"Help you?" Lilith scoffed. Emma turned to look at her. "The one I'm helping here, is me." Lilith walked towards Emma and slowly circled her. "Turns out I don't survive this war. Killed off, right before the good part starts."

"What do you want?" Sam asked her.

"For it to go back the way it was." Lilith was now looking at Sam. "Before I had angels to deal with 24/7. The good old days. When it was all baby blood all the time."

"What do you want in return?"

"Your head on a stick. Dean's too." Lilith told Sam. "As for you, First One, a lot of people would kill to have you in their collections. You are a precious jewel."

"I think you already know the answer to that offer?" Emma retorted. "We'll find another way to stop you."

"I make a deal; I have to follow through. Those are the rules. And you know it." Lilith snapped. "Is the oh-so-humble First One putting her life and the life of Sam and Dean Winchester before of 6 billion innocent people?" Lilith set her eyes on Sam. "Are you gonna let her decide for you, Sam? Or you too are going to put your life before theirs?" Sam just stared down at her. "Are you that arrogant? Maybe it's all that Demon blood pumping through your pipes."

"What?" Emma looked at Sam horrified. She must have heard wrong. Lilith didn't just say that Sam has demon blood in his veins. That wasn't possible. And yet when he glanced down at her, she saw it in his eyes. She saw the shame, the silent plea, the unspoken truth.

"The cat is out of the bag now." Lilith chuckled.

"It doesn't matter. We're not taking your deal." Emma said strongly. "We'll find another way."

"You know, I'm slightly disappointed." Lilith stood in front of Emma. "You have no idea who you are. You lose your mojo, your memories. In the name of what? Family." Lilith snorted. "The angel without a side. It looks like you picked one."

"You're right. I picked one." Emma punched the Demon square in the jaw.

Lilith's head was thrown to the side but it didn't seem that she was affected by it. If anything she even looked mad. Lilith turned her face towards Emma, glaring at her.

"You're losing your touch, First One." Lilith spat before backhanded Emma.

This sent Sam into action. He threw himself onto Lilith, grabbing her neck in his hands. Lilith grabbed his wrists and they started to wrestle. Both trying to get the upper hand. There was blood on Emma's lip corner. Sam threw a few punch at Lilith before she was able to punch him back. Emma ran to Ruby's knife that was resting on the night stand but she fell face first on the floor. Lilith used her powers to make the knife flew into her hands and with a triumphant smile held it over Emma's chest.

The door banged open. "I'm the prophet Chuck."

"You've got to be joking." Lilith exclaimed.

The room around them started to tremble. "Oh, this is no joke." Dean assured her. "See, Chuck here has got an Archangel on his shoulder." Lilith, the knife clutched in her hands, walked up to them. A blinding light seeped through the windows. "You got about ten seconds before this room is full of wrath and you're a piece of charcoal." Dean yelled above the noise. "You sure you want to tangle with that?" Lilith cast a last look over Sam before she fled her host and the room.

The room ceased to shake and the blinding light was gone. As for Lilith's vessel, she was lying on the floor, unconscious.

There were back on the road that night. Emma sat in the back, silent. Sam and Dean were talking about what just happened. About Lilith, the seals, Lucifer rising. The deal she was willing to strike with Sam. She looked at the back of Dean's head, regretting not telling him about Sam's drinking demon blood. She couldn't bring herself to talk about it with Dean. She couldn't do it. She didn't know what Lilith really meant with those words. Maybe the demon was just manipulating them. Playing tricks on their mind. But the look she saw in Sam's eyes washed away her doubts. She knew then that Lilith was telling the truth and she needed to know more about it before taking a decision.

The occasion to talk to Sam presented itself later that night. Dean was out getting them food. Emma was sitting on one of the bed, watching the TV; pondering on how to bring up the subject.

"Is the demon blood the reason why you've been getting stronger lately?" Emma asked suddenly, switching off the TV.

"It's the only weapon we have to kill Lilith and stop the apocalypse." Sam retorted.

"It's not the only one. We still can find a way to stop the apocalypse and you heard Lilith, she won't survive this." Emma argued.

"When? When it's too late?" Sam said back. "When Lucifer is out of his cage? Emma, don't you see it? You are supposed to be able to stop all this but you don't have any memories and as for Dean, he's not himself lately."

"And you think that you are yourself?" Emma frowned at him. "Have you always been that arrogant? Have you always been willing to put your life and Dean's at risk like you did today?" There was a beat. "That's what I thought. I don't know you, neither do I know Dean. But I know enough to see that you'd risk everything to protect each other. And today, the only one who tried everything to protect you was Dean. You did nothing but wait for her. Thinking that your powers would be enough to kill her. You're playing a dangerous game, Sam."

"Are you going to tell Dean?" Sam asked her at last.

"I don't know." Emma exhaled deeply. "Do you want him to know?"

"No."