Author's Note: I'm home from vaca and past my test and I know I haven't uploaded that much lately. So I thought I'd let you guys get two chapters in one night! Especially since we're at a juicy part ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Emily.
"Emily! Em! Come on sweetheart talk to me!" Dean said holding me up so that I didn't collapse on the floor.
"D-d-d-eannnn.." I cried.
They have my Daddy… she's got my daddy. She said I'd never see him again… what if he's dead… what are they doing to him? My daddy… I just want him back. I just wanna see him, be in his arms, have him fix this, put my world back together again. Please let him be alive… please.
Sam was standing over us just watching… confused and scared.
"Shhh.. Shh.. Come on kiddo pull it together.. you're okay.." Dean said pulling me into his chest.
"Emily come on talk to us…" Sam said quietly as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
"The-they ha-a-a-ve… they, they have-e… Da-da-daddy.." I finally choked out. Sobbing again into Dean.
This time it was me who felt him go stiff. He stopped rubbing my back and just stood there with me in his arms. A few moments passed and he squeezed me tight. Then he put his head right next to mine and talked into my ear.
"Okay babygirl I want you to listen to me… I want you to go to Sam okay? You go with him, I'll get your stuff and you just get in the car…"
"Sam come here, take her." He said as he handed me off to Sam. Sam instantly wrapped one arm around my back and the other around the back of my head, gently rubbing his fingers through my hair to calm me down.
"Its okay Em…. Its going to be okay." He whispered.
Dean grabbed the colt and shoved it in his waistband, then he frantically started throwing stuff into our bags. I could tell he was freaking out too but he was trying to keep it together for Sam and I.
"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked.
"We got to go."
"Why?"
"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, all right. It knows we got the Colt. It's got Dad – it's probably coming for us next."
"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come.."
"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving... now!"
Dean grabbed our stuff and Sam walked me out to the car, leading me to sit in the middle of him and Dean. My sobs had calmed down into just hiccups and shaky breaths at this point, but he still wasn't going to let me go.
"I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him." Sam said as Dean sped down the road.
"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun." Dean said.
I sat up, clinging to Dean's words. Daddy's alive… he has to be.
Sam just shook his head.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?... Dad, he might be..."
"Don't!" Dean yelled abruptly. He looked at me and read the terror on my face as I considered Sam's words.
"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job."
"Screw the job, Sam!" Dean yelled. I just started to cry again. I didn't want to be in the middle of them yelling at each other.
"Please… just stop.." I pleaded quietly.
Sam sighed as Dean wrapped his arm around me pulling me into his side.
"Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going."
"Quit talking about him like he's dead already! Look at her… you're not helping! You're making it worse and I'm not going to let you keep on with it. Dad is alive, he's going to be fine. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything." Dean said sternly.
I couldn't see Sam or Dean's face but I'm sure Sam was starting to feel guilty about now realizing that he was upsetting me all over again. I had just began to think that maybe he was still alive when Dean mentioned the trade… but what if Sam's right?
"So how do we find him?" Sam asked after a few minutes.
"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken."
"Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?"
"You're right. We need help…" Dean said before the car went silent.
About 30 minutes later Dean pulled over and went to the trunk. He came back with a water bottle and two small white pills.
"Kiddo take these and go lay down in the backseat… we're going to be on the road a while and I want you to get some rest… its been a long night." He said handing me the water bottle and the pills.
"No De I wanna stay up here with you.." I said.
"I'm not going anywhere Kiddo, I promise. I'll be right up here the whole time, but I need you to sleep some… its going to be a long day ahead of us and I need you ready to go okay?"
"De I don't want to sleep right now I wanna go find daddy…" I said with my eyes watering again. I know he's right. I know I need to sleep. Its been a couple of days since I've slept more than a couple of hours at a time. I know that he wants me to sleep instead of sitting in this car for hours wondering if Dad is dead or alive… I know he's right. But I don't want to go to sleep… what if I wake up and something else has happened.
"We are Em… we'll wake you up when we get there, come on I'll sit back there with you." Sam said
"You promise you'll wake me up if anything happens…"
"I promise. Come on, take them." Dean said handing me the pills. I swallowed them quickly and got out climbing in the backseat. Sam sat down against the window and I balled up my jacket and threw it on his lap as a pillow. I laid down and slowly drifted off to sleep while Sam ran his fingers through my hair, putting me to sleep like he did when we were little.
(DEAN'S POV)
"She asleep?" I asked Sam about an hour after I sent her to lay down in the back.
"Yeah man she's out. What'd you give her?"
"Couple of pain pills. Should keep her knocked out for a solid 6-8 hours."
"Where are we going Dean…"
"Bobby's… he'll know what to do."
"Are you sure Bobby will even let us on the property… He almost shot Dad last time we were there."
"Yeah but you see, he loves that little girl sleeping in your lap. He never had anything against us, just dad. I'm hoping he'll still wanna help. For our sake." At least I hope so. Bobby has always had a soft spot for Emily. Most of Dad's old friends did, but Bobby really did, so did that damn mean old dog of his. He hates everyone, even Bobby. He makes a great junk yard dog, but when Emily came around, he was like a totally different dog. I guess she just has that affect on everyone.
"Dean I'm sorry… I didn't mean to upset her more… I didn't think before I spoke. I just… I wanna kill this thing so bad."
"I know Sammy. Its okay… its another reason why its better if she just sleeps this ride off. Last thing I need is her spending the next 10 hours wondering whether or not Dad is dead."
"Did you mean what you said, or were you just saying it for her?"
"I meant it. It makes sense. Why kill Dad when they can still use him against us."
"…. And what do we do if it's the other way around." Dammit I wish he would knock that shit off.
"It's not going to be Sam. Give it a rest. Dad's alive." I said sternly.
I glanced back in the mirror and looked to Emily… I don't know Meg's exact words to her but whatever they were they shook her up good. Emily doesn't fall apart over nothing… I've been trying to hold it together for her and Sam since she hung up that phone. I knew something was wrong when he didn't answer the first time, or the second, or the third. We're so close to getting this bastard, I'll be damned if I'm going to let him get any of us first. He took more than enough from us already… I refuse to let him take anything more. I'm getting Dad back. If it's the last thing I do.
(EMILY'S POV)
When I woke up it was daylight. Sam was lightly snoring from above me with his head leaned against the window, poor guy. I'm sure he was uncomfortable but didn't wanna move and risk waking me up.
I slowly turned over to lay on my back and stretched out my legs that I had folded in against the seat, they were stiff and popped at the knees.
"That you moving around back there kiddo?" Dean asked.
I slowly sat up, "Yeah… how long was I out for?"
"About 9 hours. We're almost there… You can come up here as long as you don't wake up the bean stalk." He said grinning at me, I half smiled back and quietly climbed my way from the back seat to the front. I finally sat down and scooted over to lean against Dean, he quickly moved his arm so I could lay against his shoulder.
"I'm sorry De."
"For what?"
"Last night…. Falling apart when we had bigger problems going on."
"Emily I don't know why you worry about that. Its okay to get upset at shit like this, hell. I was upset last night too… so was Sammy. Now we just got get back into hunter mode, find dad, and finish the job. Simple as that."
"Yeah.."
"So what exactly did they say last night?"
I took a deep breath and fiddled with my hands.
"She said I would never see daddy again, then she laughed and hung up the phone." I whispered.
"Its not true kiddo, we're going to find him."
"Where are we headed right now?"
Dean looked down to me and grinned, "It's a surprise."
"Dean the last thing I need right now is a surprise…"
"Just… trust me on this one kiddo. We're almost there, you'll see."
Twenty minutes later we pulled into Singer Salvage Yard. I quickly looked around for the big dark rottweiler when I jumped out of the car.
"Rumsfield!" I yelled when I spotted him on top of an old truck, I ran to him and he jumped up licking my face.
"Hey big boy! Oh I missed you!" I said rubbing his head.
Dean and Sam walked up behind me and Rumsfield growled at them.
"Damn dog…" Dean mumbled as they walked up and knocked on the door. I quickly scratched behind Rumsfield's ear and then ran to catch up to them.
Uncle Bobby opened the door and did a double take, looking at the boys and then down to me.
"Emily Anne! Come here you little rascal!" He said as I reached out and he pulled me into a hug. Uncle Bobby was my favorite of all dad's "friends". He really was like family when I was growing up. If we weren't with Pastor Jim then we were with Bobby. He was the only person who ever gave me my own room. Told me once that princesses don't share rooms, they get their own. Then he let me help paint and decorate it, I'm sure its still purple and blue to this day.
"Uncle Bobby we missed you!" I said as we pulled out of the hug.
"What are you kids doing here? Is everything okay?" He asked.
We all kinda stopped and looked at each other.
"Well go on now what is it?" He prodded.
"Bobby we uh.. we need our help." Dean said.
"Well come on in then, let me get the whiskey." He said walking away.
I followed him into the old crowded dusty living room… I sear this place hasn't changed a bit. I probably haven't been here in 3 or 4 years but its all still the same.
"So are you 3 going to tell me what's wrong or are we gonna play 20 questions…"
"… They have Daddy." I said quietly, all of the happiness and excitement of seeing him again left my face.
"Shit." Was all he could muster up to say.
A little bit later Sam and I were flipping through some of his books about Demons while Dean filled him in on the everything.
"Here you go." He said handing dean a small silver flask.
"What is this – holy water?" Dean asked.
"That one is." Then he pulled out another flask… "This is whiskey." He said before taking a shot and handing it off to Dean.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come."
"Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help."
"Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people."
"Yeah, I guess he does."
"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back."
"Bobby, this book... I've never seen anything like it." Sam said interrupting them. Rude.
"Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright." He said walking over.
"And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?"
"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel."
"Ew." Sam and I chuckled.
"Man, knows his stuff." Dean said.
"I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you kids stepped in."
"Oh, yeah? How's that?" I asked.
"Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops."
"Yeah?" Dean questioned.
"This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more."
"Do you know why?" I asked.
"No darlin, but I know it's something big. The storm's coming, and you three, your Daddy – you are smack in the middle of it."
We all exchanged a glance and then Rumsfield started to bark outside… then whimper.
"Rumsfield!" I jumped up and ran to the window only to see half of the chain swinging, no Rumsfield.
"Oh my god… where'd he go.." I asked looking to Bobby.
"Something's wrong." Was his only reply.
"Emily come here, get away from the window now." Dean called. I quickly crossed the room and stood between him and Sam, reaching around to make sure my gun was on me.
Suddenly the door is flung open and there stands Meg… Oh this bitch is all mine now.
"You filthy little whore…" I said charging at her but she quickly flung me into the air across the room and I landed with a thud against one of Bobby's bookshelves.
"No more crap!"
Dean rushed over to help me up, Sam positioned himself between Meg and Bobby and carefully began backing them away from her.
"I want the Colt, Sam – the real Colt – right now." She sneered.
Meg followed them step for step as they walked into the other room. Dean and I shared a look and he picked me up off the ground.
"We don't have it on us. We buried it." Sam quickly lied. A shitty lie too.
"Didn't I say "no more crap"? I swear – after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you chuckleheads. Lackluster men and a sad little girl. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?" She said as Dean and I came up behind her.
"Actually, we were counting on it." Dean said as I pointed up to the ceiling above her where a Devil's trap had been painted on.
Meg looked up slowly, then back down to me.
"Gotcha bitch." I said smiling.
Sam and Dean quickly tied her up while I stood in the corner watching.
"You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." She said seductively to Sam.
"I salted the door and windows. If there are any demons out there – they ain't getting in." Bobby said entering the room.
"Where's our father, Meg?" Dean asked standing in front of her.
"You didn't ask very nice." She replied playfully. Sick twisted little whore.
"Where's our father, bitch?"
"Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot, you don't."
I went to get up and beat the hell out of her yet again but Sam grabbed my arm and told me to wait.
Dean lunged at her resting his hands on the chair arms and yelling with his face inches from hers.
"You think this is a fucking game? Where is he?! What did you do to him?"
"He died screaming. I killed him myself." She said looking at me. No.. no no no..
"Hey! You look at me!" Dean yelled standing between her and I.
I could feel my heart drop again, my palms became sweaty and my body felt hot all over. I reached out and grabbed Sam's arm, squeezing it, he simply moved to stand closer to me.
"Oh but I have so much fun with your baby sister.." she smirked, then Dean reached back and landed a hit to her face.
"That's kind of a turn on – you hitting a girl."
"You're no girl."
"Dean…" Bobby said getting his attention and leading him out of the room. Sam followed, but I stayed right there. Eyes locked on Meg.
"You know its rude to stare." She said raising an eyebrow at me. I slowly began crossing the distance between us.
"I swear on everything that is holy I'm going to kill you…" I said low getting close to her.
"Oh sweetheart you don't have the balls to take on something like me." She laughed.
I reached back and landed a punch to her face… then another… and another. After a minute or so I had knocked over the chair she was sitting in and was straddling it and her.
"Where is my dad!" I screamed at her.
"He's dead, I slit his throat like I did the preacher and watched as the blood poured out onto the floor!" She said back spitting blood at me.
I held her face in place and swung over and over and over again, I didn't stop until I was suddenly in the air, being carried away.
"Let me go! Put me down!" I struggled against whoever had a hold on me. I couldn't see anything but red, I wanted to kill her. I didn't want to stop.
"Emily! Stop!" the person carrying me out of the room yelled.
"No! She killed them! She killed them! She killed Jim.. and Caleb.. and Rumsfield! And she killed my Daddy!" I screamed, but they quickly turned into cries.
I struggled and struggled to pull away and get back to her. I wanted to rip her apart for what she did..
"Emily Anne! Stop!" The person finally pinned me against the wall and stood in front of me. It took a long minute for me to realize it was Dean, and Bobby was behind him.
"She killed him… Dean she killed him.." I cried out loudly still struggling to get back to her.
"No she didn't! Now stop! Just listen to me! Listen!" Dean yelled in my face.
I finally stopped pushing against him and stood there, looking at him.
"Emily he is not dead… but you have to stay out here. I gotta finish this and find out where he is."
"No.. I wanna go back in there!" I argued.
"No. You're not. You're not in the mindset to be in that room right now. You're too emotional. Just stay here."
"No! I'm going back in there Dean." I said stubbornly.
Dean suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hallway, then he shoved me into a closet and locked the door. I started slamming on the door.
"Dean! Open the door! Dammit Dean! Open it!"
"Bobby don't let her out of this damn closet or so help me god." I heard him say before I heard his footsteps walking away.
"Bobby! Uncle Bobby please! Open the door! Please!" I cried against the door.
"Emily I can't do that… You don't need to be in there. Its too much for you." He said back softly.
"No! Please… Please let me out!" I screamed throwing my body against the door over and over again.
I eventually stopped and fell to the floor of the closet… my daddy is dead. I knew I should've gone with him. He shouldn't have gone alone. I coulda stopped this. We shoulda stayed together… why did we let him leave.
I crawled until I felt my back hit the corner and pulled my knees up to my chest, rocking myself back and forth back and forth.
I could hear yelling in the other room, but couldn't make out any of the words. This went on for a solid 20 minutes or so before things got quiet, and I could hear as Bobby's footsteps walked away from the door.
Not long after that the door opened and Sam leaned down, "Emily come on we gotta go… dad's alive."
"No he's not… she killed him Sammy.." I said refusing to get up.
"No baby… no she didn't… come on, lets go get him."
"Sammy he's gone…" I started to cry again.
"Emily Anne Winchester you look at me right now… that man is alive and breathing, and we have a lead on where. Now come on kiddo, we gotta go... we gotta go find him." He said reaching out his hand. I hesitantly took it and let him lead me outside to the impala, we didn't even get to say goodbye to Uncle Bobby.
Dean was already in the driver seat, I didn't want to sit by him so I just got in the backseat and closed the door. I could feel him look at me through the mirror but I refused to look back. Sam got in and Dean took off down the road.
"Kiddo I'm s-"
"Don't fucking talk to me right now." I quickly cut him off.
"Emily you left me no choice… I had to remove you from the situation."
"Dean you locked me in the fucking closet! Like a piece of fucking trash or some shit! I deserved to be a part of that as much as you or Sam!"
"Yes but you couldn't handle it like me and Sam! You were out of control in there! It took all three of us to pull you off! Dammit Emily don't you get what she was doing?! She was trying to get you all riled up and you let her… You didn't need to be in there any longer. You'd done enough." He said harshly.
"You're so full of shit Dean… "
"Dammit Em I've got enough on my plate right now and I'm not going to take this shit from you today!" He said as he swerved off to the side of the road and parked to turn around and face me.
"Now you're either going to suck it the fuck up and move on or I'll turn around and leave your ass with Bobby! We gotta find dad, he's still alive and we finally have a lead on where… Now are you going to fucking help or should I turn around?!"
I sat and looked at him for a few seconds before turning back to look out the window…
"Good." He mumbled before speeding off.
We made it to Missouri in record time and were parked in an abandoned warehouse parking lot by the river.
"So what were her exact words?" I asked Sam.
"She said it was by the river… then she said the word sunrise but she died before she could explain." Sam said while flipping through a book from Bobby's.
"Sunrise by the river…" I pondered outloud.
Sam turned to Dean who was cleaning weapons.
"You've been quiet." Sam said to him concerned.
"Just getting ready." Yeah and still being pissed at me. Which is fine, I'm still pissed at him too.
"He's gonna be fine, Dean." Sam said, but Dean didn't answer.
A few moments later Sam began drawing on the trunk of the impala…. Ummm. That's a really fucking bad idea!
"Dude, what are you drawing on my car!" Dean yelled noticing it as well.
"It's called a Devil's trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it."
"So?"
"It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox."
"So?"
"So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad."
"What are you talking about? We're bringing the Colt with us."
"We can't, Dean. We've only got three bullets left. We can't just use them on any demon, we've got to use them on the demon."
"No, we have to save Dad, Sam, okay? We're gonna need all the help we can get."
"Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun."
"I don't care, Sam. I don't care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants?"
"We want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too. Hell, I mean, you're the one who came and got me at school! You're the one who dragged me back into this, Dean. I'm just trying to finish it!"
Normally I would intervene in this argument but instead I just stood there.
"Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I'm gonna be the one to bury you. You're selfish, you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge."
"That's not true, Dean. I want Dad back. But they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage and you know it, Dean. We can not bring that gun. We can't."
"Fine."
"I'm serious, Dean."
"I said fine, Sam." Dean took out the colt and threw it in the trunk in front of Sam. Sam walked off and I watched as Dean reached back in and grabbed the gun, tucking it into his waistband.
He looked up to my and I just shook my head.
"…Shut up." He said before walking off to catch up to Sam, and then me behind him.
We walked around the corner and came out on the street.
"Hey, hey.." Dean stopped us, "Think I know what Meg meant by Sunrise." He pointed to an apartment building across the street that had the word Sunrise on the front of it.
"Son of a bitch. That's pretty smart. I mean, if these demons can possess people they can possess almost anybody inside." I said.
"Yeah, and make anybody attack us." Sam added.
"And so we can't kill them – a building full of human shields." Dean continued.
"They probably know exactly what we look like, too. And they could look like anybody." I said.
"Yeah, this sucks out loud." Dean said.
"Tell me about it. Alright, so, how the hell are we going to get in?" Sam asked.
"… Pull the fire alarm, get out all the civilians?" I suggested.
"Okay, but then the city responds in, what, seven minutes?" Sam asked.
"Seven minutes exactly." Dean said.
It took us a few minutes to get a plan together but we eventually did. We sent in Sam and he inconspicuously got inside and pulled the alarm, we pretended to by bystanders until the fire dept. showed up. Then It was my turn.
I found a younger looking guy standing by the fire trucks, I walked up to him.
"Excuse me… is there a fire?" I asked with big puppy dog eyes.
"I'm sure its nothing maam but its safer if you stay back."
"But… I.. I've got this yorkie… and he pees when he's nervous." I said getting "worried."
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sam and Dean unlock the door on the truck and quickly snag 3 suits and helmets, we ran around the corner and put them on before walking into the building as if we belonged there.
We were sweeping the building floor by floor with the EMF meter.
"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Dean said.
"You never told me that." Sam replied. I just rolled my eyes.
We walked past a room and the meter began to go crazy. We all shared a quick look indicating that we were ready.
"This is the fire department. We need you to evacuate." Dean said as he banged on the door. We heard the locks click and a woman opened the door, Dean pushed it hard knocking her back and we came in spraying holy water on her and the other possessed person in the room. We struggled for a minute before getting them locked in the closet and sprinkling salt all over the door to trap them.
We quickly shed the suits and Dean led us to the bedrooms.
When he opened the door I stopped breathing.
"Daddy!" I yelled and went to run for him but Dean grabbed my arm and held me back.
"No.. no Em wait here."
"Dean its daddy…" I cried looking at his body. He was tied to the bed, not moving, I couldn't even tell if he was breathing. Sam wrapped his arms around me and held me as Dean walked up to Dad and tried to listen for breath sounds.
"Dad?..." he said. Then he leaned down and listened, "He's still breathing. Dad, wake up. Dad!"
I finally took a breath and squeezed Sam's arm that he had wrapped around my torso, I was so relieved my daddy was alive, Sam dropped his arm and I rushed over to help Dean cut dad loose.
"Wait. Wait…" Sam said stopping us.
"What?" I asked confused.
"He could be possessed for all we know."
"What, are you nuts?" Dean said.
"Dean, we got to be sure." Sam said as he pulled out some holy water and sprinkled it on dad, he began to stir awake.
"Sam? Why are you splashing water on me?"
"Daddy, are you okay?" I said getting up right next to his face.
"They've been drugging me. Where's the Colt?"
"Don't worry, Dad, it's safe." Sam said.
"Good kids…" Dad mumbled. Dean and I finished cutting him free and he and Sam lifted him up off the bed and followed behind as I walked into the living room, but suddenly two more demons walked in.
"Go! Go!" Dean said leading us back into the bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind us.
"Back! Back!" he yelled moments before an axe comes through the door. Shit!
I quickly dropped the duffle bag I was carrying to the floor and pulled out a large can of salt and began making a line across the door, the axe stopped and Dean led us over to the window in front of the fire escape.
"Sam, Em, let's go!"
I ran salt along the windowsill after Dean and Sam got daddy out and then followed behind them.
When I made it down Dean and Sam were getting daddy into the impala, but someone grabbed me from behind and slammed me on the ground.
"Emily!" Dean yelled as I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my wrist, then another, I looked up and there was a man standing on top of my hand crushing it.
He picked me up and slammed me against the brick building by my neck and began punching me, I could vaguely see Dean charge him but the man threw him into a car with just the swing of his arm. Things were going blurry when I heard a gunshot, suddenly the man dropped me.
Sam quickly grabbed me and pulled me into the backseat next to Dad, I felt dizzy and I could taste blood.
"Come on. We got to get out of here." Dean said as Sam climbed into the car.
Dean drove us out to a cabin in the middle of nowhere, the boys carried dad inside and then Dean came back outside for me.
"Alright Em come on, I gotcha." He said reaching in and helping me to stand. He half carried me in and sat me on the couch in the living room before going to get the first aid kit.
"How ya feeling kiddo.." He asked as he took a wet rag to my face to clean the blood off. I could tell I was forming a black eye and the guy had cut the skin over my eyebrow.
"A little dizzy… how's dad?"
"He's fine Em… just sleeping off the drugs. Emily… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have locked you up. I was a little out of my mind at the time."
"I know Dean." I said wincing as he touched my brow again.
"I don't want you made at me kiddo… I just. I didn't want you to hear the things she was saying, I didn't want to put you through that."
"I know… I'm sorry too Dean. I just… I thought we lost him." I said looking up and finally meeting his gaze.
"But we didn't… he's okay. We're all okay... how's the wrist?"
"It hurts."
"Can you move it?" he asked. I went to bend it and had to stop about half way, gasping when a sharp pain hit.
"Is it broken?" I asked as he carefully examined it.
"No… I don't think so, but we're going to wrap it up, hang tight here for a second."
"Okay…" I sat thinking… I really did lose It today. I went red. I wasn't going to stop. I really would have beat her to death and then I would have lost any lead we had on Dad. I jeopardized the case.
"Alright kiddo hold it out straight for me." Dean said as he sat down in front of me and tightly wrapped my wrist with an ace bandage.
"Thanks De."
"No problem kiddo."
"How is she?" Sam asked coming out of the backroom.
"She's okay for now, a little dizzy and a sprained wrist. How's dad?" Dean asked.
"He just needed a little rest, that's all. Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?"
"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, we couldn't have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up."
"Yeah. Nice job back there… saving Em."
"I guess that means you're glad I brought the gun then?" Dean said rubbing it in. What an ass.
"Man, I'm trying to sorry here." Sam chuckled
"Its all good Sammy."
"You know…" Dean started.
"I realized something today."
"What's that?" I asked.
I killed an innocent man today… there was a person in there with that demon when I shot him… there was a girl in megs body. I killed them, I didn't flinch or hesitate. I just killed. Sometimes it scares me… how far I'd go for you two, for dad… Emily to keep you safe I think I'd slaughter the world if that's what it took. Scares the hell out of me.
"It shouldn't. You did good." Dad said walking into the room behind us all. "
"You're not mad?" Dean asked.
"For what?"
"Using a bullet."
"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you and Em– you watch out for this family. You always have."
"Thanks." Dean said kinda confused.
My stomach began to roll and I felt this strong urge to run. Somethings wrong… I don't know what the hell is going on, but something. Somethings not right.
The wind suddenly picks up and the lights start to flicker… dad goes to look out the window.
"It found us. It's here." He says.
"The demon?" Sam asked.
"Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door."
"I already did it."
"Well, check it, okay?" Dad pushed.
I'm slowly starting to realize… dad. Somethings wrong with dad.
I reached up and pulled on Dean's sleeve.
"De…. Somethings wrong." I whispered when he turned to look at me.
He quickly nodded and looked away but he put his hand behind his back and motioned for me to come stand directly behind him. I quickly did so.
"Dean, you got the gun?" Dad asked
"Yeah."
"Give it to me."
"Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It disappeared."
"This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun, hurry."
"Dean don't…" I whispered from behind him. Staring at the man that I wasn't beginning to realize wasn't actually my father.
Dean hesitated and looked down at the ground as he pulled from his waistband… My heart was racing. I knew he wasn't going to just hand it over. He could sense it too. Somethings off here.
"Son, please." Dad said.
Dean reached back and pulled me closer against him and slowly started to back us both up before he raised and aimed the gun at dad.
"Give me the gun. What are you doing, Dean?"
"..He'd be furious." Dean said his voice cracking.
"What?"
"That I wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me, he'd tear me a new one."
Dean cocked the gun.
"You're not my Dad."
"Dean, it's me." He tried to argue, but I knew better.
"I know my Dad better than anyone. And you ain't him."
"What the hell's gotten into you? Emily get away from him now… he's lost his damn mind!" He reached out for me. Deans grip on my shirt tightened as if he though I might actually go, is he crazy?!
"I… I can't. I'm not leaving Dean." I said
"Emily… what's wrong with you." He said, It was killing me… he looks like my daddy. Sounds like my daddy. But I just… I can feel it. Its not him.
"Dean? What the hell's going on?" Sam said walking back into the room.
"Your brother's lost his mind… he's dangerous and he won't let your sister go."
"He's not Dad." I quickly said.
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him." Deans voice started to crack again. This was tearing him apart.
"Don't listen to him, Sammy." Dad said.
"Dean, how do you know?"
"He's ... he's different." Dean said starting to get upset. I squeezed his hand.
"Sammy its not him… I swear." I said turning to Sam and backing Dean up.
"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you've gotta trust me."
Sam stood there and looked back and forth between us and Dad a few times, but he slowly stepped to stand next to Dean and I.
"Sam?" Dad said as if he was hurt.
"No…" was all he said back.
(SAM'S POV)
"Fine. You're all so sure, go ahead. Kill me." He said.
Dean's shaking hand held the gun up and out, but he couldn't do it. Even as dad lowered his head, all Dean could do was drop the gun.
"I thought so." He said with a tone I've never heard before, when he looked back up at us his eyes were yellow.
I lunged at him but before I could comprehend what happened all three of us were thrown against the wall, being pinned there. Dean dropped the colt and it hit the ground, the demon possessing my father came over and picked it up.
"What a pain in the ass this thing's been." He said as he tossed it around in his hands.
"It's you, isn't it? We've been looking for you for a long time." I said.
"Well, you found me." He smiled with bright yellow eyes.
"But the holy water?" Em asked.
"You think something like that works on something like me?"
Sam is fighting against the force holding us against the wall, but its useless.
"I'm gonna kill you!" I yelled. This is it. This is my chance. For revenge.. for Mom… For Jess.
"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact here. Make the gun float to you there, psychic boy." He said as he laid the gun on the table in front of me. I focused and looked at it but nothing happened.
"Well, this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this... this is worth the wait." He said walking over to stand next to Dean. Dean struggled but was also pinned.
"Your Dad – he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."
"Let him go, or I swear to God –" Dean said.
"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter."
"Who, Meg?"
"The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand."
"You've got to be kidding me." Dean said.
"What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right." He said sarcastically.
"You son of a bitch." Em said.
"I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?" I suddenly asked before he could go over and speak to Emily. I don't want him even looking at her.
"You mean why did I kill Mommy and pretty, little Jess?"
"Yeah."
"You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him." The demon spoke to me and Dean… "Been shopping for rings and everything." Then he turned to Sam, "You want to know why? Because they got in the way."
"In the way of what?"
"My plans for you, Sammy. You... and all the children like you."
"Who like me… you have plans for me you bastard?" Em asked him. I wish she would stop drawing attention to herself.
"Oh Emily. The plans I have for you were far more extravagant if I needed them to be… but Sammy here has done a great job so far. Looks like you may just get to ride this one out on the bench."
"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked him.
"Well aren't you curious… why I came to see Sammy and then came back for you?"
"Why did you kill my mother…"
"You see Emily, you're like the B-string. The back up. If anything went wrong with Sammy here I needed another quarterback ready to go. Mommy… well. She just managed to get in the way that night. So I took care of it."
"You sick twisted mother fucker."
He laughed, "Oh you haven't seen twisted yet… you thought what I did to you in your dreams was scary? You just wait and see what I've got in store for you"
"Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologuing." Dean said drawing his attention away from Em.
"Funny, but that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth."
"Oh, yeah? What's that?"
"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don't need you. Not like you need them. Emily – she's clearly John's favorite. And Sam. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you."
"I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em." Dean smiled at him and the demon lowered his head, when he lifted it back up Dean began to scream out in pain.
"Dean! No!" I yelled.
The blood started to pour out of his chest.
"Stop it! Stop! Daddy please! You're killing him!" Emily screamed. Finally he stopped and turned to look at her.
"Oh would you like a turn?" He said walking over to her. No! No not Em!
"Hey! Hey you get away from her!" I yelled trying to get him to focus on me.
"Dad, please!" Dean called out.
"Lets see if you remember how this dream ends…" He said as he lifted her slowly up the wall until she was pinned on the ceiling. No… god no please!
"Daddy! Stop please! Stop!" She cried out.
"Emily!" Dean yelled with tears rolling down his face, the fear in his eyes tripled the fear I felt. I can't watch this again… I can't… Not Emily!
"Stop it! Stop! Let her go!" I yelled fighting as hard as I could to get off the wall but it wasn't budging.
Red blood started to stain her shirt across her stomach.
"Ahhh!" she screamed out in pain. I watched as blood dripped slowly onto the floor in front of us.
"Hmm.. now this looks familiar." The demon sneered looking to Dean and I.
"Put her down! You put her down or I'll fucking kill you!" Dean yelled.
"Kill me?! Ha!" He said laughing.
Then he reached up and more blood started to fall from Emily's body, she cried out in pain. Begging for him to stop.
I pulled and pulled and pulled, I felt like I could pass out but I wasn't going to stop until she was down… I can't. I can't let him kill her! Not like this! Not like mom, like Jess! No not again!
"Dad! Please… Dad stop this!" I yelled out to him tears rolling down my face.
Suddenly Dad looked down and whispered to himself, "Stop… stop it."
The force pinning us to the wall disappeared and Dean and I dropped from the wall, Emily fell from the ceiling and wasn't moving. Dean scrambled to her weakly and I reached for the gun. I turned to Dad and held it up, but he was crying.
"Sam its still inside me… I can feel it. You shoot me son! You shoot me in the heart!" He cried.
I stood there frozen, unsure of what to do… I can't kill my own father. I can't.
"No! Sammy don't!" Emily cried out.
"Sam stop… don't. Don't do it. Dean said weakly… He was still bleeding from somewhere.
"You kill me, you kill Daddy." He cried.
The tears flowed down my face and I held the gun up to him, cocking it.
"Sammy! No… please." Emily cried from behind me.
"I fired the gun into his leg and he collapsed to the ground."
"Daddy!" Emily screamed. I turned around and ran over to them.
"Dean? Dean, hey? Oh God, you've lost a lot of blood." I said when I reached them, he was bleeding more than Em.
"Where's Dad?"
"He's right here. He's right here, Dean."
"Sammy is he dead… please…" Emily cried out laying on the floor covered in blood from her and Dean.
"No baby its just his leg." I said as I lifted her shirt to examine the cut, its deep. She and Dean both need a hospital.
"Go check on him Sammy." She said.
"Em no I gotta get you and Dean first."
"Sammy please he has to be okay." She started to cry again.
"Shh… shh. Okay okay. Here. Hold this." I wadded up a towel and held it against her stomach to apply pressure to slow the bleeding.
I walked over to dad who was laying there motionless on the floor.
"Dad.. Dad wake up." I shook him awake. He shot up.
"I got him.. I still got a hold on him Sammy! You've gotta hurry! I can't hold onto it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!" He cried out to me.
"Sam, no." Dean pleaded behind me.
"You do this! Sammy! Sam…" Dad called out. I raised the gun again but it was too late, the black cloud of smoke flew from Dad's mouth and then disappeared through the floorboards.
The look dad gave me was enough to kill me… He was pissed. He was disappointed. His eyes were like fire, but how could he expect me to kill my own father?
I turned around and picked up Em, carrying her and putting her in the backseat before going back to get Dean. Dad limped to the impala and climbed in the front seat.
(EMILY'S POV)
I don't know how much blood I've lost but I know its a lot… I'm feeling woozy… Sam put a make shift bandage around my stomach but It was soaked through already. I looked over to Dean. He was barely awake and even worse off then I was.
"De…" I said weakly, reaching over and grabbing his hand.
"Yeah kiddo." He said interlocking his fingers in mine. I laid down and rested my head on his leg.
"I love you…" I said… just incase.
"Shhh… we'll be fine… you'll see Em. It'll be okay." He said reaching down and rubbing his hand on my head.
"De you have to say it back."
He grumbled…"I'm not dying… you ain't dying. I'll say it after they get us all wrapped up."
I sighed, I didn't have the strength to argue with him… instead I held his one hand with my two and listened to Sam and Dad argue in the front seat.
"Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital's only ten minutes away." Sam said to someone… who I'm not really sure at the moment.
"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before everything."
Sam looked back in the mirror and looked at Dean and then at me.
"No, sir. Not before everything. Look, we've still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demo-"
There was a hard smack next to Dean, then everything faded to black.