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"Dad! Dad.." I could hear Sam's voice, but my vision was nothing but dark blurs.
"Dean.. Em… Please… someone answer me!" He yelled. I tried my hardest but I was struggling to make a sound.
"smm…" Was the most I could make out, but apparently it was enough.
I heard shuffling in the car and then there were hands around my face.
"Em.. kiddo come on wake up.. wake up!" Sam was slapping my face lightly, it was annoying as hell.
"Ssstop." I managed to moan out, my vision becoming lighter by the second.
"Emily baby its gonna be okay… we're gonnna be okay." I could hear Sam's voice cracking.
I was trying to open my eyes and focus but it was taking some time for my vision to clear.
"De. Dean…" I mumbled squeezing the hand I still had a grasp on, he didn't squeeze it back.
"Sammy, sammy get De…" I started to cry.
"Em.. its okay… we're gonna be okay.." Sam said frantically.
"S'mmmmy" I moaned as my vision started to fade again.
"Hey! Em! Stay with me kiddo! Come on stay with me!" Sams voice was farther and farther away from me with every word, I felt someone shaking me but then everything was black again.
There was this loud noise, like. Mechanical almost? It was loud and it was above me. It must have been daylight because I felt like I was being blinded… Someone was moving me?
"Tell me if they're okay!" I heard Sam yell.
"Sir please be still!" A woman yelled back. What the hell.
"At least tell me if they're alive! Please!" Sam pleaded.
"Sammy.." I mumbled, but got no response.
"Saaaaaam." I tried again, this time there was a reply but not from a voice I recognize.
"Its gonna be okay hunny. We got you now. We're gonna let you sleep now okay?" The strange man said.
"Noo.. No Sammy… Dean.." I tried, but I felt a warm rush in my arm and my eyes got very heavy very fast. It was black again.
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
*Beep*
What in the fuck is that damn beeping… its like an alarm clock with no snooze button or something.
I'm laying in… in a bed? Its kinda stiff, but I've had worse. I went to sit up, but the pain across my stomach stopped me.
"Ah.." I let out a quick hiss from the pain and felt a hand grab mine, it made me jump.
"Whoa whoa… its okay."
"Sammy?" I said my vision focusing on the tall figure standing over me.
"Yeah kiddo.. I'm here. I'm so glad you're awake." He said leaning down and kissing my forehead.
"Sammy whats going on? Where are we?"
He looked down and bit his bottom lip as if debating what to tell me.
"Sam.." I prodded.
"There was a car accident when we left the cabin… you lost a lot of blood, they took you in for surgery. You're in a recovery room right now. They're gonna move you to a more permanent one in a few hours."
It was then I realized I'm in a hospital… the beeping were the monitors I was hooked up to. There were wires and tubes everywhere. I looked up to Sam. His face was cut up and hand bandages on one of his arms.
"Sammy are you okay?! Where are Dean and Daddy?!" I asked frantically trying to sit up again, but the pain in my abdomen was sharp.
"Emily stop… just relax." He said. I could hear the beeping on the monitor get faster as I looked around the room trying to find any sign of Dean or Daddy.
"Where are they Sammy? Please!"
"Its okay Em… it's gonna be okay." Was all he could say as he rubbed his hand over my forehead stroking the hair away from my face.
"No.. No. I gotta get em. Dean, he was bleeding Sammy we gotta go!" I said frantically pulling at the wires connected to me.
"Emily stop! Stop!" Sam said trying to hold my hands down, but I struggled against him.
"No! Let me go! Sam!" I cried out loudly as the beeping increased. Suddenly people in scrubs came into the room carrying a syringe.
"No please Sam… please Sammy we gotta go get Dean!" I cried as they held me down to access my IV port, pushing the medication in.
"Please Sammy… please… don't." I mumbled as the drugs kicked in.
"I'm sorry Em.. I'm so sorry." He said weakly as I once again faded to sleep.
When I woke up again this time there was no more beeping. There was light coming in through a window, this room was bigger. I looked over and Sam was sitting next to me absent mindedly staring out the window.
"Sam.." I groaned, my throat was dry and it caused me to cough.
"Here ya go kiddo." He said as he handed me some ice water. It was cold, so cold you could feel it go all the way down into your stomach.
"Sammy where are they?" I asked.
"Dad's fine… he's in a room a couple of doors down."
"What about Dean?" I whispered.
Sam didn't answer. Insteaad he grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb across my knuckles, watching me with a look of pity.
"Sam.. you're scaring me… Where is Dean?!" I asked again tears building up behind my eyelids.
"Kiddo Dean's bad." My heart sank.
"But he's alive?!" I asked frantically.
"Yeah. He's downstairs in ICU."
"I wanna go see him." I said shortly.
"I don't think that's a good idea right now Em."
"Sam. Take me to see him… or I swear I'll rip this shit out of my arm and walk down there myself." I said sternly. He sighed, knowing that I honestly would. Nothing stops me from getting to my brothers. Nothing.
"Okay… let me go get a wheelchair at least."
"No. Please. I'll just walk. Just… help me push this damn pole."
"Emily you don't even know if you can walk." He said frustrated.
"Sam I didn't break my damn legs. I got cut, I can still walk." I said back, determined. I started to pull the covers off and tried to sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. It hurt, but It wasn't going to stop me from going.
"Okay okay… just, let me help you. Please." Sam said going to stand in front of me so that I could have something to support myself against when I stand.
"You wanna really help? Find me a robe so I don't show my ass to the whole hospital." I said noticing this gown is pretty much open in the back.
He chuckled, "Okay. Just. Wait for me before you try to stand promise?"
"Yes Sam." I said rolling my eyes.
He came back with an ugly blue robe and swung it over my shoulders to cover me when I stand.
"Okay, you ready?" He said positioning himself in front of me to support my weight if needed.
"Yeah.." I scooted forward on the bed until my toes touched the ground, then I grabbed onto Sam and slowly lifted myself up, I winced in pain and Sam pulled a little to help me up, it took a second but I was finally standing on two feet.
I was dizzy, but wasn't going to tell that to Sam. I felt weak. I hated feeling weak, defenseless, powerless. I couldn't even walk on my own at the moment.
"You okay Em?" Sam asked concerned as I stood there not moving or talking, trying to deep breathe and clear the fogginess in my head.
"Yeah. I'm okay… lets go."
Sam walked me to the elevator and we went down 2 floors before getting off again. We walked down the hall and then stopped at the 3rd room on the left. Sam went to keep going and I froze, he lightly tugged my arm, but then realized I wasn't moving. So he stopped and looked down at me.
"Kiddo? You sure you wanna do this."
I just stared at the doorway in front of us. Afraid of what I'd see once I stepped into it. Is this a bad idea? Can I handle this? How bad is bad… My memory is foggy, but I do remember everything up to the accident. I remember Dean was bleeding- bad. I'm not sure what to expect now… The truck slammed us on his side of the car, we were leaned against it. Him against the window and me against him.
I took a deep breath.
"I have to Sammy." I said quietly.
"Okay… well you don't have to do it alone." He had one arm under one of mine for support, but he took his hand and interlocked his fingers in mine, making sure I knew I wasn't alone right now. I love that about Sam. He's always been the one who shows empathy, although this time he really did know how I felt. It was his brother in that room too.
I walked forward and rounded the doorway, the gasp I made was much louder then I intended it to be. I threw a hand over my mouth. Dean. My Dean. He was covered in cuts and bruises, black and blue on his face. He had bandages wrapped around his head and a tube shoved down his throat to help him breathe. He was bad… I could hear the machine in the room pumping air in and out of his lungs.
"De…" I whispered outloud.
I walked forward, clutching a hand on Sam. When we got to his bedside Sam pulled a chair around for me to sit in, he stood above me with a hand on my back.
"Your father is awake." A voice from behind us called out, we both turned to see the doctor.
"You can go see him now if you'd like, and you," he looked to me, "I went to check on you but I see you're feeling better today."
"What about my brother?" I asked.
"Well, he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema."
"Well, what can we do?" Sam asked.
"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up. " If…. What does he mean if?
"IF?!" I choked out.
As I looked at the doctor his mouth moved, I could vaguely hear his and Sam's voices, but all I could focus on was "IF"… there is no if. He's going to wake up… he has to. I need to get out of here. Find a way to help him. I can't do anything from a hospital bed.
"When can I be released?" I suddenly interjected.
"I'm sorry?" Doc asked.
"I said when can I go… I'm better. I got up and walked up here. So can I go?"
"Emily you lost a lot of blood, we had to transfuse 3 units. Your body is weak. I'm not sur-"
"Doc look. You and I both know I'm not gonna sit my ass in that bed all day. I'm not going anywhere while Deans here. If there's any problem you'll be the first to know."
He shook his head at me and gave a small smile, it was obvious my stubbornness would prevail.
"I'll make you a deal. You hold down a meal and let me run some bloodwork and if everything's okay I'll release you in a few hours."
"Deal." I quickly said.
"Thanks Doc." Sam said as he walked out.
Sam took me back to my room where I ate the nasty ass food on the tray and let the nurse take some blood, then we went to go see Dad. I was starting to be able to walk on my own a little, but I was slow, poor Sam kept having to stop and wait for me.
We walked into Dad's room and he was laying in bed, he turned to us and smiled as we walked in the door.
"Daddy!" I said hobbling over to him. He scooted over and made room for me to sit on the side of his bed. When I sat down he wrapped his arms around me and I felt the tears slide down my cheeks.
"Its okay babygirl… its gonna be okay." He cooed into my ear. Being in his arms, it was comforting. There's nothing like a hug from your daddy. We broke free a few minutes later and he reached up and wiped my eye as another tear began to fall.
"Don't cry babygirl. We're gonna fix this." He said. I nodded my head but didn't speak.
He pulled his wallet out and dug in it handing something to Sam as he sat down in a chair on the other side of the bed.
"Here. Give them my insurance."
"Elroy McGillicutty?" Sam asked with a half smile.
"And his three loving children. So, what else did the doctor say about Dean?"
I put my head down and fiddled with my hands. I couldn't repeat it even if I wanted to.
"Nothing. Look. The doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him." Sam said.
"We'll look for someone." Dad said.
"Yeah." I said.
"But listen, I don't know if we're gonna find anyone." Dad said cautiously. What? This is your son we're talking about! Have some fucking determination.
"Why not? I found that faith healer before." Sam argued as I looked at Dad in bewilderment.
"All right, that was, that was one in a million."
"So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" I asked sharply.
"No, and watch you language young lady! I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone… Where's the colt?" Are you shitting me right now?!
"Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?" I asked sliding off the bed and crossing my arms across my chest. I could see Sam getting tense as well.
"We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card."
"It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83." Sam said.
"All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside."
"I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his place."
"All right. You, you go meet up with Bobby. you get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security."
"I think I've got it covered."
"I'm coming with you Sammy."
"Em are you sure you can?" Dad asked.
"They're supposed to release me in like an hour. I'll be fine. Promise."
"Here. I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me." He said handing it to me.
"Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?" I asked him.
"Protection." I nodded and went to stand by Sam.
"Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. Said Emily was a back up… Do you have any idea what he meant by that?" Sam asked. I'm glad he did. I almost forgot about all that with Dean dying again and all. Unlike some people in my family my priorities are set with my family on the top. Everything else comes second.
"No, I don't." Dad said quickly. He's lying, but Sam didn't seem to notice.
Sam and I bugged the nurse for release papers so that I could go with him to meet bobby, it took forever but we finally met Bobby at a salvage yard not far from the hospital.
"Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed." Sam said as we stood in front of the impala. Poor Baby. She looked like a crumpled piece of paper. It was bad… really really bad.
"Look yall. This... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap." Bobby recommended.
"No. Dean would kill us if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this." I said determined.
"There's nothing to fix darlin. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging."
"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on..." I said but my voice started to crack and I couldn't finish it. Bobby put a hand on my shoulder and I hugged him.
"Okay. You got it darlin."
"Here, uh, Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him." Sam said handing him the list.
"What's John want with this?" Bobby asked confused.
"Protection from the demon?" I guessed. But Bobby gave me an odd look.
"What?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing, it's just, uh –"
"Bobby? What's going on?" Sam asked.
"Its just that… this isn't used for protection from a demon. Its ingredients to summon one." He said cautiously.
Sorry mother fucker. DEAN IS DYING! All my father can think about is a face to face with this fuck shit of a demon while his son, my brother, is dying. The blood in my veins is boiling. I can feel my hands shaking and my fingers twitching. I balled them into fists.
"Son of a bitch… get it anyways Bobby." I said stalking off.
Oh I can't wait to see this shit hit the fan.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" I snapped as soon as we walked back into dad's room. He looked at me surprised.
"What are you talking about?"
"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!" I said throwing the bag at him, he caught it before it hit his face."
"Emily stop it!" He yelled.
"No dad she's right… what the hell is wrong with you!" Sam said defending me.
"I have a plan, Sam."
"That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a fucking plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!" I yelled.
"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean." He yelled back at me.
"How? How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!" Sam argued.
"You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened."
"It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too."
"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now!" He guilt tripped Sam and I had fucking enough.
"Go to hell!" I yelled before storming out of the room into the hallway. I stalked off and punched the nearest wall to me.
Suddenly a swarm of people were running past me, towards where Dean is. They had moved him up on dad's floor so we could all be closer together. I ran to catch up with them when I saw Sam coming out of dad's room to investigate.
When we got to Dean's room people were all around him. I could barely see his body. They were doing CPR and shocking him.
"All clear." The doc called before they shocked him and his body arched up and then back down. It was sickening to watch. I had to hold my stomach.
"Oh god.. no De… please don't do this…" I mumbled as I felt Sam wrap an arm around me, pulling me close against him in the doorway. I looked up and noticed the tears pooling in his eyes as well as mine.
"No." He muttered to himself.
"Still no pulse." A nurse called out.
"Okay, let's go again, 360." The doc called out.
"Please Dean… please just hang on.." I cried watching them shock him again.
Then I heard it… I heard him. I heard Dean. I looked around, but I saw nothing. But I know I heard Dean's voice. Telling something to get back. I looked to Sam, he seemed to notice something too.
"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." A nurse called.
I breathed a sigh of relief and turned and buried my face in Sam's chest, trying to pull myself back together. He squeezed me tight and watched as they slowly filed out of Dean's room one at a time.
"Did you hear it too?" He asked me.
"Yeah… It was Dean."
"Okay… Lets go talk to Dad. He'll know what to do."
"You go. I wanna stay for a while."
"You sure kiddo?"
"Yeah. I don't want him to be alone."
"Okay. Sit tight… I'll be back in a little while." He kissed my head before walking away.
I walked up to Dean's bed and pulled a chair as close as I possibly could to it. I sat down and laid my head next to wear I grabbed his hand in mine.
(DEAN'S POV)
Its after me. I think it's a reaper. Now that I know what it is I just have to find a way to kill it. I stood there thinking about my next move as all of the nurses slowly filed out of my room. I looked to where Sam and Emily stood in the doorway. It kills me to see them like this, they both had tears in their eyes. Sam went to talk to Dad and Emily came to sit down by my bed… my poor Em. I know she was hurt pretty bad. I watched that… that bastard. What he did to her. Just like he did to Mom… I was so afraid to lose her. I've never been so scared in my entire life then I was that night looking at her on the ceiling, bleeding. I though that was it. I failed, I was losing her… I would never have forgiven myself.
Emily's voice took me out of my train of thought.
"You were supposed to say it back De…" her voice cracking the entire time.
"I'm sorry kiddo…" I responded even though I was sure she couldn't hear me. I sat down in the chair on the other side of the bed and watched as she cried. I hated that there was nothing I could do. I couldn't hold her. I couldn't tell her it was all going to be okay.
"I don't know if you can hear me or not… but I need you to wake up De. I can't-" She had to stop and collect herself for a moment.
"I can't do this without you. I don't know how to live without you…" She laid her head down and sobbed into the mattress.
"Emily… baby I'm not going anywhere. I promised. I promised I'd never leave you again… and I meant it kiddo." I reached up and tried to run my hand through her hair, but she couldn't feel me. She was breaking my heart more and more as I watched her body wrack with sobs.
I wanted so badly to take her in my arms and cradle her like when she was little. Even though I was just a kid she was always my baby. I rocked her to sleep every night. She crawled in my bed when she had nightmares. She held my hand everywhere we went. She always wanted to show me something new she'd learned. The older she got the closer she got to Sam. He was half girl anyways, so he was better with all the touchy feely crap. It bothered me back then, but when he left I begged that he'd come back and she'd have him to rely on again. It hurt her to lose him more than it did me. Eventually she came back to me… I was thankful. That girl. She saves me every day. Saves me from giving in. This life… it gets to you no matter how hard you try and ignore it.
"Hey jude…" she mumbled out between hiccups.
"Don't make it bad."
"Take a sad song… and make it better."
"Remember.." her voice was shaky. "To let her into your heart."
"And you can start… to make it better."
She sat like that for a while and hummed the rest of the song between hiccups and sniffles until she finally calmed down. I stayed with her until I saw Sam come back in.
(EMILY'S POV)
"Hey kiddo… how you holding up?" Sam said walking over to me. Instead of answer him with a shaky voice I just stood up and wrapped my arms around his waist. He hugged me back.
"Yeah… me too kiddo." He said.
"What'd you bring?" I asked noticing the paper bag in his hand.
"Umm.. don't laugh." He said. I raised an eyebrow.
He pulled out a ouija board.
"I think Dean's around… and I think maybe we can talk to him with this."
"Okay. Lets do it."
Sam and I sat cross legged on the floor in Dean's room, door locked of course.
"Dean? Dean, are you here?" Sam asked as we sat with our hands on the pointer. It was still for a second and I almost gave up, but then it moved. It moved all the way to the spot where "yes" was carved into the board.
"Dean!" I said excited.
"It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean." Sam says.
The pointer moves again.
"Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Sam asked. It moved back to yes.
"It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do, do you know what it is?" I asked.
The pointer went to R,E,A,P…
"A reaper. Dean. Is it after you?" Sam asked. It slid to Yes again… No. That's not good.
"If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." I mumbled scared.
"Man, you're, um.." Sam tried to say.
"NO." I said standing up.
"There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do. Sam go talk to him…"
"Em we can both go."
"No… I. I can't right now Sammy. Just. Go talk to dad. I told you I don't want to leave Dean alone."
"Emily I know you're mad but we need to talk to him, kiddo you need to talk to him."
"Sam… not right now. I'm focused on Dean. Dad can wait."
Sam just shook his head, understanding that I'm more stubborn than he is and I'm not giving in.
I sat with Dean for another 30 minutes or so before Sam came back.
"Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room."
"Where is he?" I asked.
"I don't know… But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here. Lets go downstairs… you need to eat something."
"I'm not hungry. I wanna stay here."
"Emily. You're recovering from surgery. You have to eat. Or I'll have you readmitted." Sam said firmly.
I rolled my eyes and followed him downstairs. After a few hours of finding nothing I felt so discouraged. I'm so scared of losing him… losing my Dean. My rock… My whole life Dean has been there. I've never had to live without him. He's always come through for me, he's always taken care of me. I don't know how to function without him. I have to save him.
"Sammy I'm going to go back and sit with Dean."
"Okay kiddo… I'm gonna go get in a shower, want me to bring you some fresh clothes?"
"Yeah sure… I'll just shower up here."
"Okay. Stay with Dean till I get back."
"I wouldn't go anywhere else…" I mumbled. Unlike our father apparently.
Dean's room was quiet, it was dark. I feel like my world is hanging upside down. Nothing is like it should be. Dad's off doing his own thing. Dean is dying. Sam is taking lead. I'm sitting around crying.
"Dean… you gotta hold on. You gotta fight this thing. We beat a reaper once. We can do it again… you can do it again." I mumbled to him.
I sat down beside him and laid my head down slowly drifting off to sleep.
Suddenly Dean flew up choking on the tube down his throat.
"Dean! Dean!"
"HELP! Somebody help!"
They kicked me out of his room, well dragged me out really. I refused to leave, so they called security. I immediately called Sam. He flew back and we sat all night in a waiting room, halfway through the night Dad showed back up. By the time daylight broke they finally allowed us back in his room. Sam went in first to make sure everything was okay. Dean didn't remember anything about the reaper. He said he couldn't remember anything after the accident. Sam filled in the blanks. Then he came and got me.
I literally ran, well sort of. I was still in pain so I was slower than usual, I turned the corner and grabbed the doorway for support.
"De!" I breathed with a smile.
"Em.." He smiled back.
I quickly crossed the room and launched myself into his arms despite the protest from my still sore body. I had several stitches across my stomach, but they were holding well and slowly healing. Dean held me close and I wrapped my arms around his neck so tight I had to remind myself to let up so he could breathe. Sam stood in the doorway and just watched us. A smile on his face.
"How bad are you kiddo?" he asked as he pulled me away so he could examine me.
"I'm okay De. Really. Just a couple of stitches." I said not looking him in the eye.
"Oh yeah? What exactly is a couple…" he asked me suspiciously.
"Dean. Can't be just be happy we're all alive and move on."
"No. Show me. Now." He stared at me expectantly. I didn't wanna show him. I haven't showed Sam or Dad… I can hardly stand to look at it in the mirror. Its going to leave a giant scar… its going to be ugly. I'll never be able to wear a bikini. I'll never be able to wear crop tops. This will thrill Dean I'm sure. But it makes me feel so… ugly.
"Dean you don't want to see it…" You'll just blame yourself for it. Seeing it will make it worse on you.
"Has Sam seen it?" he asked accusingly.
"No… I haven't. But I probably should since we're going to have to take care of it when we leave." Sam said answering Dean's question before I could.
I looked down at my hands in my lap.
"Kiddo… come on. Its just us. We need to know how bad it is." Dean said quietly squeezing my shoulders.
"…Okay." I mumbled unwillingly. Sam moved to stand next to us so he could see them too.
I stood up and raised my shirt up just above my belly button, there was a bandaged taped over the stitches to keep them clean. I slowly peeled the tape away revealing the large cut with about 20-25 stitches in it. They were healing well, but it was still a fresh injury… it still looked pretty bad.
At first I couldn't look either of them in the eye, but I took a deep breath and looked up to Dean. He looked at me like I just ripped his heart out.
"…I told you that you didn't wanna see it." I said readjusting my shirt and sitting back down on Dean's bed.
He reached out and used one large hand to cup my face, rubbing his thumb on my cheek.
"Emily I am so sorry… I. I should've kno-"
"Dean stop it! Its not your fault… its not Sams or Dads. Just… don't blame this on you. Please."
He looked at me for a long minute and kissed the top of my head.
"I love you too…" He whispered in my ear.
"Don't make me cry again…" I whispered back with a small grin.
"Okay kiddo… So where's dad?"
"I don't know… I haven't really talked to him the last couple of days." I said honestly. I had been avoiding dad since our fight. I was so focused on Dean that I didn't want to waste more time fighting with Dad. I was so angry with him.
"What about you Sammy?" Dean asked him.
"Yeah. He's good, but he went MIA last night, he came in this morning and we told him you were awake. He said he'd come by in a little while. Should be here anytime now."
"Good… maybe we can get back on the road then." Dean said.
I was fixing to explain the condition of Dean's beloved impala to him but a voice interrupted me.
"How you feeling, dude?" Dad came in and asked with a big smile.
"Fine, I guess. I'm alive."
"That's what matters."
"So where were you last night?" I asked annoyed.
"Emily don't…" Dean said quietly.
"I had some things to take care of…"
"Well, that's specific." I scoffed.
"Emily stop it." Dean told me. I looked at him then back to Dad.
"I'm going to get a drink…" I said walking out into the hallway.
I had just gotten a few steps away from the door when I stopped.
"Emily wait… please babygirl. Just listen to me." Dad called after me.
I turned to face him and crossed my arms over my chest. He walked forward.
"Emily I'm so sorry… for everything. I love you babygirl. I love you so much. You… you're just like your mother you know. You get angry like me… you fight like me. But you love like your mother did. You brighten a room by just walking into it. You keep me in line, you push those two brothers of yours around, keep em on their toes. You sing… like an angel. Like her. You're a Winchester tried and true but don't forget to let that part of her shine too…" he had tears in his eyes.
"Daddy… what's going on…" I asked cautiously. Something's wrong. Way wrong… I can feel it. He wouldn't answer me, he just looked into my eyes and let a tear fall down his cheek.
"Does this have to do with what the demon told us? I know you were lying when Sam asked…"
"Emily… please believe me. I've done everything I could to protect you… you three. You need to look after each other. Be careful. I… I pray everyday it never comes down to you."
I looked at my father, falling apart in front of me. I was scared… I've never seen him like this.
"Daddy what are you talking about?" I asked quietly.
Instead of answer me he wrapped his long arms around me, crushing me against him. I returned it and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest. I breathed in his scent… whiskey and cologne. I could feel the tears building.
"Daddy you're scaring me.." I whispered.
"Don't be scared baby. Never be afraid. You can conquer anything this world throws at you… anything. Don't you ever forget that."
"What's wrong? Daddy please talk to me…" I started to cry into his chest.
"Shhh.. shh. I promise you. Its going to be okay. You're tough as nails kiddo. You're going to be okay." He said pulling us apart and getting down so that we are face to face. He wiped away the tears rolling down my cheeks.
"I love you Emily Anne. I love you so much." He said kissing my cheek.
"I love you too Daddy…" I said scared and confused.
"Go get a water and bring me a coffee will you? I need to talk to your brothers for a minute."
"Okay Daddy." He kissed my cheek once more and then turned and walked away. I walked towards the end of the hall where the coffee machine was. It was out, so I made a fresh pot, about 5 minutes later Sam rounded the corner.
"Hey… is that for Dad?" He asked as I poured the hot coffee into a cup.
"Yeah, want some?"
"No… dad sent me to get him one."
"Wait… dad sent me to get him one?" I replied confused.
"Huh.." Sam pondered.
"Sammy somethings wrong…." I said trembling.
"Yeah. Okay come on lets go find out what the hell is going on." He said taking the coffee cup out of my hand and leading us back towards Dean's room. We were walking down the hall when I glanced to the right into Dad's room. I expected it to be empty, but when I saw him laying on the floor I stopped dead in my tracks. Sam turned and saw him, he dropped the coffee and we both dove into the floor.
"Daddy! Daddy please! Daddy wake up!" I cried shaking him.
"Help! Help!" Sam screamed, a team of nurses ran in and lifted him off the floor and onto the bed to start CPR.
"Sammy go get Dean!" I cried, he ran to Deans room and moments later they were both standing beside me in the door frame, a nurse came to tell us we had to leave.
"No! Its our dad! Its our dad!" Dean yelled at her, she took the hint.
We watched as they repeatedly shocked him. I gripped the arm wrapped around my shoulders and didn't even try to stop the tears that were flowing freely at this point.
"Okay everyone stop… do we have a pulse?" The doctor asked.
"No sir." Replied a nurse.
"Okay… I'm calling it. Time of death 10:41 am.
No… no no no no… no not my daddy please no!
I broke free of Dean's grasp and pushed my way to his bedside.
"NO! No don't stop! Don't stop please! Please do something! DO SOMETHING!" I yelled to the people just standing there… doing nothing to save him.
I quickly started shaking him again, "Daddy… Daddy wake up! Wake up! Please wake up!" I cried and screamed.
I climbed into the bed and laid next to him… next to his body. I put my ear right over his chest where his heart is supposed to be beating, but it was silent…
"Daddy wake up….. Please." I whispered in his ear, trying to control the sobs.
I laid my head back on his chest and cried harder than I ever have in my entire life… A nurse came over and went to remove the wires connected to him.
"Don't touch him!" I yelled to her. She jumped slightly.
"Maam.. I'm sorry I have t-"
"NO! Go away…. Just go away!" I screamed crying into his bare chest again.
"Daddy I'm so sorry… I'm sorry Daddy. Please wake up!" I begged.
I laid there and cried for what felt like hours, but also only minutes. Time was hard to define when your world felt like it stopped turning. At this point the sobbing had stopped but the tears were a steady flow.
Dean and Sam had sat there in the room… not talking. Sam cried and Dean just stared at his face… his eyes were closed.
"Excuse me… but we need to move him…" the nurse said as she placed a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Yeah… yeah okay." He said sniffling. He went to stand up and walk over to me.
"Emily baby… we gotta go." He said to me his voice cracking.
I refused to move. I refused to acknowledge him.
"Kiddo please.." he said reaching out to grab my hand, I flung it away from him.
"Dean…" Sam said sniffling again.
I watched out the corner of my eye as Dean slowly stood up and walked over to daddy and me.
"Emily… get up." He said quietly. I just shook my head in response.
"Emily please don't make me do this…" he whispered.
I can't… I can't get up. I can't let them take him. He has to wake up…
I shook my head again as the sobs came back.
"Don't… don't take him away… please don't take my daddy." I cried.
I felt one arm slip under my torso and another behind my knees.
"No.. Dean please.." I cried as I gripped onto his body.
"Babygirl you gotta let him go…" Dean said to me his voice beginning to break.
It was only seconds before he broke my grasps, I had no strength to fight against Dean.
"Noo.. please De!" I cried harder.
He began walking me away from daddy. He sat us down in a chair across the room and wrapped his arms around me tightly so I couldn't break free despite my constant struggles. I sobbed into his neck while he rocked us back and forth.
"We gotta let him go baby…. We gotta let go." He whispered into my ear as he too started to sniffle. Sam came and sat beside us as we watched them cover his body and roll him out of the room.
"Sam… go call Bobby."