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"Hello?... anyone there?" Where the hell am I. Why is it so dark in here?
"Emily…" what the hell…
"Hello?! Who's there."
"Emily. Emily!" Daddy?
"Dad! Daddy?!" Where the hell are the lights in this place?!
I keep feeling around for anything solid, anything to give me some direction, a clue as to where I am or what the hell is going on. Its cold. My feet are bare on what feels like concrete in the winter. I'm wearing some… dress. I don't even own a white dress. Yet I'm wearing one? I mean. What the fuck. I would never wear white. I spill everything I eat.
"EMILY!" The voice was loud, but distant. More importantly it was my daddy's.
"Daddy! Daddy where are you!" I screamed. Running.
"Emily…" he was getting farther and farther away from me.
"Daddy wait! Don't Leave!" My voice started to crack.
"Emily Anne Winchester." I froze. I don't recognize this voice.
I am looking around, but still. No one's there, it's dark, but not so dark that I can't look down and see my own hands and feet. Where the hell am I.
"Oh Emily…. Poor little Emily." The strange voice said again.
"Who are you?" I asked with a hard edge, trying to bluff out whoever this is. Every instinct I have is telling me I'm in danger.
"You look so much like your mother." It chuckled at the end.
"I said who are you!"
"Just one thing missing my dear."
Suddenly I had this pain in my stomach. I reached down and grabbed it… blood. A lot of blood. I started heavy breathing and tried to reach around for something to hold pressure against the wound with so I wouldn't bleed out.
"Emily!"
"Daddy! Daddy please! Help me!" I started to cry.
"Emily.." The voice was getting closer, but the bleeding was so much. So fast.
"Dad! I'm over here!" Why can't I see him. What the hell is going on!
I'm holding pressure with my hands and trying to control the bleeding till he gets to me. He'll know what to do. Daddy can fix anything. I start to hear the footsteps come towards me. My daddy's. Big feet in boots, running towards me.
"Emily! Baby!" He's close.
Suddenly I'm looking down. Wait….
"Daddy…"I said quietly.
He looks up and his face turns to horror just as I start to feel fire erupt from around me. He starts to cry and screams my name, while I scream back for him to help me.
I jump up gasping for air as if the fire took it from me, I flailed my arms and dropped to the ground with a thud from the bed.
"Emily! Em!" There were hands grabbing me, pulling me so I kept pulling away in the opposite direction.
"No.. Daddy.. Daddy!" I looked around for him in the dark, but he wasn't there. His footsteps no where to be heard, his voice absent.
"Emily! Hey!" Suddenly a light flicked on, Sam standing next to it. Wait… I'm in the room? Was that? Seriously… a dream? No… It was so real.
"Hello?! You with me Em?" I looked ahead to the person who was shaking me.
"….Dean. Wha-… Where's dad?"
Dean and Sam look to each other as if talking about me without having to actually talk about me.
"Emily dad's not been with us for months now…" Sam said walking over to squat down beside Dean. They both tower over me as I'm tucked in the corner.
"Kiddo you okay?" Dean asked me. My eyes still wide as if I wasn't comprehending that what they were saying were actual words. Since when do fucking dreams get that real. I've had some scary ass dreams. But- this. It was different.
"Em?..." Sam asked again reaching for me. I shrinked away from his hand.
"I-I.. I uh I need a minute!" I said scrambling towards the bathroom to get away from them.
I ran to the bathroom and lifted my shirt, my stomach was bright red across the middle. No blood. No wound. No scar. Just.. red, and felt warm. I looked at myself in the mirror. It was just a dream Emily. Chill. I splashed water on my face and closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths in attempt to slow my racing heart down. My whole body felt hot.
There was knocking at the door. "Em… Open up." It was Dean. He wasn't asking.
"Just.. One minute Dean." Geez. What if I was taking a shit or something? You gonna break it down?
"Emily Anne open the damn door. NOW." He started to rattle the door knob. I don't know why but this caused my blood to boil in an instant. Rage ran red hot through my veins in a matter of seconds. I flung the door open.
"What the hell is your problem! Can I not have one fucking minute without you breathing down my fucking neck! You're always fucking on my ass! I can't have two minutes to think without you pushing me around! You're not dad Dean! So back off!"
He stood there, stunned by my outburst.
"Emily... what is wrong with you?" Sam asked quietly and genuinely concerned.
"Me?! What's wrong with me? What bout you! I'm not the one going fucking darkside! Okay?" Damn. That was cold for even me, but at this point it was almost like I wasn't in control of what I was doing. What. The. Hell.
I shoved past Dean and stomped to the door grabbing my boots on the way out. I slammed the door behind me. Neither one of the boys followed. What's going on… What's wrong with me, all this from a dream? I feel out of control…
Its freezing outside. I'm in boxer shorts and a cami… looking like a fucktard with boots on. I keep walking and walking. But then I finally get control of my legs and stop. I turn around and start walking back to the motel. I'm not even sure what to say. How could I go back and say anything after what I've already said. How could I say that to them… guilt starts to wash over me.
(Dean's POV)
"Sam…. She didn't mean it man. Come on you know how she is… Something just spooked her or something."
Sam looked at me and nodded, but I could tell he wasn't agreeing on the inside.
I wish I could begin to understand what the hell just happened. One minute Em is asleep in the bed on the other side of me, the next she's screaming for Dad, I couldn't get her to wake up. Then she flung herself up and out of the bed, like she just saw a ghost.
"Dean. She said it… So somewhere, deep down, she meant it." He says back to me disappointed.
"No.. Sammy she didn't. You know she says shit she doesn't mean. Somethings wrong okay…. You saw her. That's not normal Em. Something's wrong. She didn't mean it I promise."
I reached into the fridge and grabbed a beer, then handed one to Sam. I took a seat on the bed across from him.
"Was it a nightmare?" He asked me.
"I don't know man. It was something. I mean I don't know what else it would be if it wasn't a nightmare."
"So what made her so angry… normally nightmares scare the shit out of her but I've never seen her act like that."
"Me banging on the door I guess... She wasn't angry till I pushed her. She was mad at me. Not you."
Not that I would ever admit it but the kid's words cut deep. I've always tried to protect her, watch out for her. Maybe I am a little overbearing, but how could I be any less concerned after the things we fight every day. It's my job to keep her safe. When she was little she would run to me and never let go. She always wanted to be with me or Sammy. Always having a hand on one of us as if we might run away when she let us go. With Dad she was different. She was always different when he was around. She clung to him desperately, because she knew he was leaving again. He was always leaving. Her whole life. He would come and go. She craved his attention. I guess she knew she never needed to fight for mine, but she would go to drastic measures to get dad to pay attention to her. She would fall down on purpose, thinking I didn't notice. Just so he would pick her up and kiss her. When she started to hunt she just wanted to make him proud. Now he's not even here to see it. He's fucking up all over again, and like a soldier… I'm following orders. Cleaning up his messes as I go.
I always tried to make up for that, but the truth is I need her around as much if not more than she needs me. I'm just not the lone wolf kind. I don't do well alone. I need someone, and she's always been there. When everyone else leaves, she stays. Even after shit like this… I know she'll come back.
"Do you think she's okay." Sam asked me.
"Yeah. She's just walking it off. She'll be back soon."
"Its freezing out there Dean. She's barely wearing any clothes. She'll get hypothermia before she decides to stop being stubborn."
Just as I looked up to reply to him the door opened- Em, my sweet Emily was back. I could tell by her face, she had calmed down. Whatever riled her up was long gone. I could tell she looked guilty as hell as she stared at Sam from the doorway.
"Sammy… I'm so sorry." She said crossing the room and wrapping her arms around him. He returned it and looked to me like he was confused. Thrown off by the sudden mood swing.
"What the hell was that Em?" I asked her calmly.
"I just… had a nightmare. I don't know… It was so real." She looked spooked.
"What was it about?" Sam asked her. Obviously Dad was part of it.
"…I'm not sure you want me to say it outloud."
"Oh god… it wasn't a sex dream was it?" I asked cringing.
"No Dean…. It wasn't." She replied rolling her eyes, still holding onto Sam. Just like when she was little.
"What was it kiddo." Sam prodded a little.
She looked down to the floor before speaking, like she couldn't look at us and say it.
"Well. I umm… It was dark. And I could hear Dad… but I couldn't find him. I was running after him."
"…But then there was another voice. It was a man, but no one I knew… it was. Scary. I just. Felt like I was in danger, I couldn't see him either. He knew mom…." She stopped talking for a second and looked up to me. I could see Sam's arms get a little tighter around her. I felt like my heart stopped, then got loud in my ears. Mom…
"Then. I was bleeding from this huge cut across my stomach. Screaming for dad… when he finally got there… I was uh.." She bit her lip and contemplated how to say what was coming next. I felt ice roll over me, every hair standing up.
"I was on the ceiling… I could feel the fire around me. He looked up at me… like.. I don't know. Then I woke up and someone was holding me down, shaking me. I just… it was a reflex. I'm sorry Dean. I didn't know it was you." Her voice was barely a whisper by the time we finished. Somethings wrong. Seriously wrong. This isn't some normal dream. But telling her that will just scare her again, I need to talk to Sam alone.
"Yeah. I sorta got that." I said sarcastically. "So uhh. Where did the rage monster come from? Your time of the month or something?"
"Seriously Dean…"
"Well you do get pretty grumpy. Although that seemed like grumpy on steroids."
She looked down ashamed, I should probably stop adding fuel to the fire but damn this Winchester mouth problem.
"I'm sorry Dean. I don't know what happened. I was just trying to process what was going on, I guess I was on edge and all the adrenaline was still going and I just snapped. I didn't mean it… any of it." She looked up to Sam's face again.
"I know kiddo, It's okay." He said back trying to smile at her, but she and I both knew she couldn't take those words back.
"Come on, lets get back in bed. You're freezing." Sam said to get off of the subject. Smooth.
(Emily's POV)
It was only 2 in the morning… we all went back to bed after the boys finished their beer. I fell back asleep with no nightmares to follow. Maybe It was just a freak thing, bad memories from the old house catching up to me. But. Something about it felt weird… felt off. It felt like someone was watching me this morning. I don't know why. Or who… but. Somethings not right.
We were in Chicago investigating some kind of murder. A woman was killed in her apartment. Pretty gruesomely. The strange part was her alarm was set. The boys are going in dressed as men from the Alarm company, I giggled at their outfits and wasn't so upset that I got to skip out on this one. They looked like idiots.
Dean and Sam haven't brought up last night. But Sam's been kinda quiet. I can't believe I said something like that to him. How could I? Knowing how much this whole thing was scaring him…. I couldn't have picked a worse thing to say. I think the words "I hate your filthy guts" would have hurt less.
The boys weren't in there for more than 30 minutes or so, leaving me time to listen to a little music and sing a few songs to myself. Picking out some new ones for my next show. Ironically I've found one I like called "Burning House."
"Hey Em, check this out. It was a symbol drawn on the carpet in blood. Recognize it?" Dean asked as he handed it back to me.
"No. I don't think I do." I've never seen this thing before.
"Did you not recognize it either Sam?"
"No. Never seen it in my life."
"Well how bout Em and I make a food run and you get to researching this thing nerd boy."
Sam rolled his eyes at Dean but didn't argue. Good thing too, I'm hungry. As always.
When we dropped Sam off I climbed up front with Dean. Needing to talk to him alone.
"Hey De."
"Yeah?"
"Do you think… do you think my dream was a little too weird maybe? I can't.. I don't know. I feel different. Like somethings wrong. I felt like someone was watching me this morning."
He looked at me concerned and didn't answer right away.
"Yeah. Actually I do think its weird. I talked to Sam about this morning and he agrees. But we have no clue what it could be… " Well that's just peachy. A new fucking mystery to add to the Winchester drama.
"But I promise no one was watching you. Me and Sammy woulda seen it if someone was hanging around. Promise." He said reassuringly.
"Yeah I know. I really am sorry about last night Dean. I mean you do get on my nerves sometimes being on my ass, but I never meant to say it like that. I get why you do it."
He gave me a half smile, "Kiddo that wasn't you talking. I can tell the difference. I don't know why me banging on a door got you that angry, but I know not to take things to heart when you get like that." Thank God for that. Cause I say some messed up shit.
We couldn't find anything on the symbol, but Dean was in the mood to have some fun so we hit the bar. As usual. But this time It was a little more intentional seeing as how the dead girl used to work there.
I sat with Sammy while Dean did his thing with the blonde bartender. She was cute, but he could easily do better. I think he just wanted a two for one and her friend was staring at his ass like it had a face. He turned and grinned before walking over to us.
"Did you get anything? Besides her number?" I asked.
"Dude, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that…. Sorta." He grinned and held up the napkin with the numbers written on it.
"You mind doin' a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam said sarcastically.
"Huh? Look, there's nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, so—what about that symbol, you find anything?"
"Nope, nothing. It wasn't in Dad's journal or in any of the usual books. I just have to dig a little deeper, I guess."
"Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?"
"Right. Yeah. His name was, uh—his name was Ben Swardstrom. Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal—the door was locked, the alarm was on."
"Is there any connection between the two of them?"
"Not that I can tell—I mean, not yet, at least. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common—they were practically from different worlds."
"So, to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's phone number." I said grinning at Dean.
All of a sudden Sam stood up, uh?
"Sam.. hello?" I tried to get his attention. But he just walked over towards this blonde chick.
"Meg?"
"Sam!" She jumped up and hugged him. Who the fuck is this bitch hugging up on my brother. Me and Dean follow him over.
"Oh, my God! What are you doing here?" she asked him.
"I'm just in town, visiting friends."
"Where are they?" She asked curiously.
"Well, they're not here right now, but what about you, Meg? I thought you were goin' to California."
"Oh, I did. I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what's-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar." Its Chad dumbass. Me and Dean moved to stand right beside Sam, but neither him or "Meg" paid us any attention.
"Who?" Sam asked puzzled.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while." She said before Dean cleared his throat, signaling that we were here too. Ya know. Not just decoration.
"You're from Chicago?" Sam asked her.
"No, Massachusetts—Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?" Eww. Quit looking at my brother like that. There's something about this girl. I don't know.
"Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never see you again."
"Well, I'm glad you were wrong." She smiled.
Dean cleared his throat again, louder this time. Finally they both turn to look at us.
"Dude, cover your mouth!" Meg says give him a bitch face. Oh fuck no! Don't cop an attitude with my brother.
"Or what?" I said giving her one right back.
"Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uh—this is my brother Dean and my sister Emily."
"This is Dean and Emily?" She asks with eyebrows raised. Yeah bitch. I'm Emily. And you're pissing me off.
"Yeah." Sam said oblivious to my rising temper.
"So, you've heard of me?" Dean said grinning at her. Ew De. Please have some better taste.
"Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Nice—the way you treat your brother like luggage."
"Fuckin excuse you?!" I chirped up as Dean looked more confused then offended.
"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth! And you.." She turned towards me, "Why are you always on Dean's side. Its not nice to play favorites ya know." OH FUCK NO! The anger surged through my body and without warning my fist flew and landed square on her nose. She stumbled back and Dean picked me up walking off.
"Hey bitch why don't you come say that again?! Huh! I don't think I fuckin heard that right!" I yelled as Dean dragged me out of the bar. Everyone's attention was on me and Sam was helping a now bleeding Meg. What in the fuck! He helps her? Really! Oh he is SO gonna hear about this one.
"Dammit Emily! Quit kicking me!" Dean growled while pushing me through the doors that the bouncers happily held open for him, he had my arms locked behind my back and an arm wrapped around my torso. I wish he wasn't so damn strong. I'd go back in there and finish what I started.
"What the hell was that!" He yelled releasing me once we got far enough into the parking lot.
"Her fucking mouth! She had no right to get in our shit! So I shut her up!"
"Emily.. You can't just run around punching people in public! You're a 16 year old in a bar! The last thing we need is someone calling the cops on us for assault!"
"Yeah well let em come! I'll show em what an assault is.." darting to get back inside, but Dean's arms grabbed and pulled me back again. He pushed me against the impala and stood in front of me so I couldn't get past him.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled inches from my face.
I huffed and leaned my head back against the car. I knew he was right. But she pissed me off, and we all know how I can be.
"Look kiddo I didn't like her either. But she was Sammy's friend. And you most definitely just broke her nose. He's gonna be pissed and we're gonna have to listen to it." This riled me up all over again.
"Oh please! He obviously talked ten pounds of shit about us to her! He's gonna be pissed? HIM! Really? I could give two shits less if he's pissed. I haven't had my turn with him yet!"
Like clockwork Sam came out the door, I laid eyes on him and didn't remove the death glare as he walked closer, Dean moved away from me and stepped towards him… I didn't move.. Yet.
"What the hell was that Em?!" He said getting closer, he wasn't closing the distance fast enough for my liking so I took a few steps forward quickly before Dean could grab me and landed a swift right hook on his jaw.
"You tell me Sam! Who the fuck is that?" I yelled as he grabbed his face and Dean grabbed my arms pinning them behind me again. I have a feeling this time he's not letting go.
"Dammit Emily!" Sam growled at me. Oh please. I love tapped you compared to what I'm gonna do to her if her skinny blonde ass comes out the door.
"If you would have just chilled out and let me explain I would have told you!"
"Yeah well her snarky little comments told me more than enough!"
"And what was she saying? I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitchin' about me to some chick?" Dean suddenly added him. Good. I'm glad he's pissed too.
"Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important, just listen—"
"Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?"
"No, of course not. Now, would you listen? Geez.. you're almost as bad as Rocky over here." Sam said gesturing to me.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I think there's somethin' strange going on here, Dean."
"Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me." He said much calmer… Really Dean?
"No, man, I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead."
"Why do you say that?" I asked still glaring at him.
"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think that's a little weird?"
"I don't know, random coincidence. It happens." Dean added.
"Yeah, it happens, but not to us. Look, I could be wrong, I'm just sayin' that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on."
"Really cause I got all five on her pretty quickly…" I added, earning another glare from Sam.
"Well, I bet you'd like to. I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh? you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Only Dean would turn this situation sexual. I seriously think the blood doesn't flow all the way upstairs.
"Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor."
"I'll dig that bitch a grave…" I mumbled.
"What are you gonna do?" Dean asked.
"I'm gonna watch Meg."
"Yeah, you are." Dean laughed. Ew. Gross. She's fugly.
"I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry."
"All right, you little pervert."
"Dude… just take Em and go."
"Actually I need to go back in, I seem to have forgotten something." I said innocently. This time both of the boys glared at me.
"Yeah yeah yeah.. I'm going." I said turning towards the impala and pulling out of Dean's grip.
Dean and I went back. He looked up Meg, cause we all know I wasn't going to do it. After she checked out he went to working on the symbol. I stewed for a while before deciding to dig deeper on the victims… trying to find a connection. I may have something… but I seriously hope I'm wrong.
Sam called and got an update from Dean, but I didn't share my findings with either of them until Sam got back to the motel room. He had some news of his own. Turns out Meg here is into some demonic shit. I KNEW I didn't like her. Bitch.
Dean had found the symbol, well. With my help. Turns out it's a symbol that controls ancient demonic shadow spirits called daevas. They are some nasty fuckers. Vicious and out for blood.
After listening to the boys share all the details with each other I decided now was as good a time as any.
"So uhh. I found something too that I think you both should know." I said getting their attention.
"What?" Sam asks.
"The first victim, the old man—he spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born…"
"Lawrence, Kansas." Sam says reading the papers I handed him.
"Mmhmm. Meredith, second victim—turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from."
"Holy crap."
"Yeah."
"Nice catch Em.." Dean added.
"I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. That's where everything started. So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?"
"I think it's a definite possibility." I said thinking back to my nightmare… I have a dreadful feeling somehow its connected to what's going on here.
"But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?"
"Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation." Dean said.
"No, we can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We've gotta stake out that warehouse. We've gotta see who, or what, is showin' up to meet her." Sam said.
"I'll tell you one thing. I don't think we should do this alone." I said quietly looking up to Dean.
Dean tried calling Dad… no answer. Shocker.
"Voicemail?" Sam asked him.
"Yeah… what'd you get from the car?"
"I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions. I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything."
"Big night." Dean said quietly. It makes me nervous when he speaks so low.
"Yeah. You nervous?" Sam asked him.
"No. Why, are you?"
"No. No way." Well I'm glad they're so calm. Cause I'm flippin shit right about now. But I wouldn't dare say that outloud.
"God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?" Sam suddenly says.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?"
"I know. I'm just sayin', what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school—be a person again."… what?
"You wanna go back to school?" I asked surprised.
"Yeah, once we're done hunting the thing." He said not even looking up from what he was doing, missing the hurt expression I couldn't hide even if I tried.
"Huh." Dean says.
"Why, is there something wrong with that?"
"No. No, it's, uh, great. Good for you."
"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?" He asked us both.
I didn't bother to answer, I just looked down.
"It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be something to hunt."
"But there's got to be something that you want for yourself.. Em?"
"Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sammy." I said getting angry again.
"What's yalls problem?"
"Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?" Dean asked him.
" 'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom."
"Yes, that, but it's more than that, man. You, me, Em and Dad—I mean, I want us….I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again." I want that too. So bad. More than anything.
"Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for both of you. But things will never be the way they were before." Ouch… I could tell by the look on Dean's face his heart just split in half.
"Could be." He replied sadly.
"I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way."
"Yeah… sure." I said ending the conversation, feeling just as heartbroken. He's just gonna leave again. I know we were going to leave him at Stanford after Jericho but… with all that's happened. I just thought he was back.
I was glad to get to the warehouse and be able to focus on the job. I couldn't wait to hit that bitch again. It made me even more determined to get her.
We had to climb up an elevator shaft to get to her, when we got there, Dean pushed me over the edge and I found us a hiding spot, the boys followed. We were sitting, waiting. Guns drawn.
"Guys… Hiding's a little bit childish, don't you think?" Fuck.
"Well, that didn't work out like I planned." Dean said.
"Why don't you come out? Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship."
"Yeah, tell me about it."
"So, where's your little Daeva friend?" I asked her.
"Around. You know, that shotgun's not gonna do much good."
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. The shotgun's not for the demon, although I think my sister here could take you down again without it." Dean replied. I grinned. Balling up my fists.
"So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam asked.
She laughed, then looked up to Sam. "You."
Suddenly we were being thrown around the room. I watched Dean get knocked out and felt claws rip down my arm. I turned to hit something, anything, but I couldn't see it. Then everything was black.
I woke up to Dean's voice.
"Hey, Sam? Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend...is a bitch."
"This, the whole thing, was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearin' what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it? And that the victims were from Lawrence?"
"It doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all."
"You killed those two people for nothing." I said.
"Hunny, I've killed a lot more for a lot less."
"You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time. But why don't you kill us already?" Dean asks her.
"Not very quick on the uptake, are we? This trap isn't for you.
"Dad. It's a trap for Dad." I quickly said putting together the pieces in my head. Shit. We fell right into it. Now I really wanna beat her ass.
"This tickles ya know.." she said to me lightly touching her nose. It pissed me off and I pulled against my ropes, shit. My knife is in my pocket, I need to calm down and reach for it.
"Oh, sweetheart—you're dumber than you look. 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good." Dean quickly interrupted.
"He is pretty good. I'll give you that. But you see, he has one weakness."
"What's that?"
"You. He lets his guard down around his boys and his little babygirl, lets his emotions cloud his judgment. I happen to know he is in town. And he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody—nice and slow and messy." Her words turned my blood to ice. Nothing can kill my Daddy, he's invincible.
"Well, I've got news for ya. It's gonna take a lot more than some….shadow to kill him." I quickly said.
"Oh, the Daevas are in the room here—they're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see."
"Why you doin' this, Meg? What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?" Sam asked.
"I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do—loyalty. Love. Like the love you had for Mommy—and Jess."
"Go to hell."
"Baby, I'm already there." She said going to straddle Sam and sit on his lap. I want to rip her off.
"Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty. I think we both know how you really feel about me. You know, I saw you watching me—changing in my apartment. Turned you on, didn't it?"
"Get a room, you two. There's a minor present." Seriously. This is what you're worried about at the moment?
"I didn't mind. I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun." She started kissing my neck and my stomach churned, making the grip on my knife slip and it hit the floor.
"You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now." Suddenly her head flies around to me, she heard the knife. Shit. She walks over to me and grabs it, shaking her head and throwing it before turning back to Sam.
"Now, were you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?"
"No. No. That's because I have a knife of my own." Sam headbutts her and jumps up out of the ropes.
"Sam! Get the altar." Dean yelled. Sam ran and tipped over the entire table the altar was set up on. Suddenly the shadows were everywhere, but instead of attacking us they all charged Meg, chasing her and forcing her out the six story window. She landed with a thud. Good riddance bitch.
"So, I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around." Sam said untying me and Dean.
"Yeah, I guess not. Hey, Sam?" Dean said.
"Hm?"
"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?"
"Please." I added.
We left in a hurry before anyone saw that body and called it in. We were back to the room in minutes, when Dean reached for the door I got this feeling. Oh my god… Is it.. could it be.
Dean flung the door open and found a man standing in the dark.
"Hey!" Dean yelled reaching for his gun while Sam hit the lights. But I already knew who it was.
"Daddy!" I yelled as Sam hit the switch. I ran and jumped into his arms, he caught me with a huff and squeezed almost as tightly as I did. I didn't get down or let him go. I was a pathetic 16 year old girl wrapped around my daddy like a 6 year old and I had no shame about it. His scent hit my nose and his warmth wrapped around me. I don't know why but I just started crying uncontrollably.
"Dad?" I heard Dean say behind me.
"Dean… Sam."
"Hey Dad. Sam said.
There wasn't a dry eye in the room at the moment. I finally got down and sucked up my tears. Dean hugged dad, then as dad let go and went to Sam Dean wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. We watched them.
"Dad, it was a trap. I didn't know, I'm sorry." Sam said.
"It's all right. I thought it might've been."
"Were you there?" I asked.
"Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. She was the bad guy, right? "
"Yes, sir." We all said unanimously.
"Good. Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before."
"The demon has?" Sam asked.
"It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell—actually kill it."
"How?" Dean asked.
Daddy just smiled. Oh how I love that smile. It melts my heart. My daddy. He's back. I feel more whole and complete then I have in years. Having all 3 of the men I love in the room with me.
"I'm workin' on that." He said.
"Let us come with you. We'll help." Sam begged.
"No, Sam. Not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in a crossfire. I don't want you hurt."
"Dad, you don't have to worry about us."
"Of course I do. I'm your father… Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight."
"Yes, sir."
"It's good to see you again. It's been a long time."
"Too long.." Sam says. They wrap each other in a hug and I can see the tears coming down Sam's face. My heart swells with love seeing them finally make up. Seeing them together again, me and Dean look to each other and he pulls me in a little tighter. Maybe we'll get our family back after all.
Suddenly Dad is flung away from Sam into the cabinets, and I see another shadow charge Sam.
"No! Daddy! Sam!"
Me and Dean both break and run for them but something throws me into the wall, when I hit the ground there are claws digging into my calf. Dragging me away from Sam.
"Shut your eyes! These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!" Sam yells throwing a flare.
"Dad!" Dean called helping him up and trying to carry him out.
"Sam get Emily!" Dad called back, suddenly I'm in Sam's arms as he runs down the stairs behind Dean and dad.
"Over here!" Dad called leading us to the impala and his truck.
"All right, come on. We don't have much time. As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back." Sam said, I moved to stand closer to Dad but It was hard, my leg is cut deep.
"Wait, wait, wait! Sam, wait. Dad, you can't come with us." Dean suddenly said looking at Dad and me.
What? NO. No. I'm not losing him again… no. I just got him back. No!
"What? What are you talkin' about?" Sam asked. I was frozen, terrified. I gripped onto my Daddy as if I'd die if I let go.
"You kids—you're beat to hell." Dad said looking us over. We were all cut up pretty bad.
"We'll be all right." Dean said, trying not to get emotional.
"Dean, we should stick together. We'll go after those demons—" Sam interrupted.
"Sam! Listen to me! We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop. They're gonna try again. They're gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He—he's stronger without us around."
"Dad—no.. After everything- after all the time we spent lookin' for you—please. I gotta be a part of this fight." Sam pleaded. I turned my face and buried it in my daddy's chest. Clinging to him, his arms wrapped around me.
"Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you've got to trust me, son." He says to Sam.
"Okay, you've gotta let me go babygirl.." he said trying to pull my arms away from him.
"No! Daddy! Please! Don't leave!" I cried, gripping his shirt tighter.
"Emily you gotta go.. its not safe with me." He said.
"No! I can handle it! Please daddy! Don't leave me!" Suddenly there were arms grabbing me from behind, pulling me away as Dad grabbed my wrists pulling them from his shirt until I lost my grip.
"No daddy! Daddy!" I cried as he walked backwards towards the truck.
"I'm sorry baby.. I love you. I love you all. You boys becareful, take care of your sister. Her leg needs stitches." He said over my cries.
"Yes sir" they both said.
"Noo.. Please.." I sobbed in Dean's grip as I watched the truck drive away, the headlights disappearing as he turned the corner.
Just like that he's gone again. Dean is talking but I can't really hear what he's saying. He picks me up and slides me into the backseat. I lay down in the seat and don't even bother trying to control the crying. My daddy's gone. Again. I just got him back. I just had everything I wanted. All in one room, and then just as quickly as I got it, it was ripped away from me again.
Dean starts the car and we haul ass before the deavas find us again. I don't know how long I cried before I dozed off. It felt like hours, but I'm sure it wasn't since the sun still wasn't up when my eyes opened while being carried into a motel room.
Sam set me down on the bed closest to the door and I just layed there, not crying. Not talking. Not sleeping. Just listening to the noise around me as the boys carried in our stuff and began patching each other up.
"Emily…" Dean whispered sitting on the bed behind me. I didn't respond. He sent my daddy away. He was the one who told him to go. I don't even wanna look at him, so I don't.
"Kiddo. I gotta stitch up your leg. Go put on some shorts." He said quietly.
I didn't speak or look at him, I just got up, grabbed my bag and walked into the bathroom.
It didn't take me long to change and wash the blood off my hands. I washed my face and pulled up my hair before walking out. The cold water helped the puffiness some, but it was still obvious. I walked out with my eyes on the floor.
"Em.." sam tried. But I ignored him too. If I talk to him I'll have to talk to Dean.
I set down the bag and went to the table. Propping up my leg and staring at the pile of supplies in front of me.
Dean must have gotten the hint, he just sighed as he sat down next to me and stitched up my leg. It didn't hurt near as bad as the burn. I mean yeah, it hurt. But stitches I was used to, I didn't flinch. Not even when he poured the alcohol over it. I could feel two sets of eyes on me the whole time, but neither of them pushed.
Dean finished wrapping my leg and I grabbed a blanket and a pillow off one of the beds and walked over to the couch. I wasn't exactly in a sharing mood.
I closed my eyes and pulled the blanket to me close, pretending that it smelled like whiskey and cologne… just like my daddy.