Author's Note: Hey guys! We are going to get a better glimpse at Emily's place in yellow eye's plan in this chapter, also I'm leaving Jo out and changing the story line a little, but I am also going to work some of an original story into a chapter soon and I think she just might make an appearance, so please all you Jo fans don't be mad I cut her out of this one! She WILL come back. Like always I appreciate the love and support, please continue to read and review. I love hearing from you guys. Its motivation to keep going!
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"Em you got anything?" Dean asked me frantically.
"No. Dean he won't answer me!" I said back shakily. Its been 17 hours. 17 hours since I rolled over in bed and found it empty. Sam's gone. He left his things, he left the car, he left us. Again. He's just gone.
"Just keep calling okay? I'm gonna go look again."
"No. Dean. Let me please… I 've got to get out of this room." I begged him. I've been here, calling over and over again since we realized, Dean's driven the entire town and the one next to it 3 times already.
"Em, I don't want you out ther-"
"Dean please. I'll walk. I won't take the car, just let me walk the main strip, see if anything catches my eye. You never know you can miss something when you're driving."
He ran his hand through his hair and then down his face.
"Okay fine. I'll call Bobby and Ellen again… you keep that phone IN your hand at all times. You answer me the moment I call you. Understand?" He said sternly.
"Okay. Dean. I promise. I'm not going anywhere…"
"I'm not worried about you taking off Kiddo… I'm starting to think he didn't just take off either."
"Well then what the hell could it be that didn't wake up either of us last night?" I asked nervously. If something is skillfull enough to kidnap my enormous brother while I slept in the bed next to him, then it's probably something that I don't want to tango with.
"I don't know… just keep your phone in one hand and the gun in the other. Be back in an hour, or I'm gonna come looking."
"Okay. I'll be right back." I said walking over to where he sat and wrapping my arms around his neck.
"We're gonna find him… right De?" I said fighting back the tears.
Dean moved to put my face between his hands.
"Yes. We are… I promise you we will find him." He said determined, looking as if he was fighting back tears of his own.
I turned and walked out the door.
I needed to get out… I needed to see something, to look for something, to feel useful. I've done nothing but Call Sam's phone, plus his back up phone. Over and over and over again… waiting. Hoping. Jumping to my feet every time the door opened just to be disappointed when it isn't Sam.
I don't understand… how could something have taken him in the middle of the night from us? But if nothing took him then why did he leave us? Why would he leave me again. Knowing yellow eyes could be close by puts me on edge as I walk down the street.
Sudden buzzing and ringing from my hand makes me jump, getting strange looks from others walking around. I didn't even hesitate to look at the screen before flipping my phone to the side of my head.
"Hello?! Sam?" I asked my voice dripping with fear and desperation.
"No umm. Its Luke?"
Luke and I have been talking for the last week or so, ever since I texted him. We just talk about random day to day things mostly. We were just texting, but last week he actually called me, and it was so nice to hear his voice again. So for the past few days we talk on the phone once a day or so… I just really wanted this call to be from Sam.
"Luke. Hi." I whispered, trying to hide my disappointment.
"You okay Emily?"
I don't know why this particular straw broke the camel's back. I don't know why it was him asking me that made it all so real. I don't know why I couldn't have done this when Bobby, Ellen, Dean, or any of the other people we've called asked me that same question. But it fell on Luke.
I slowly stepped into an alley and slid down the wall as I tried to stall the sobs.
"Luke I-I..."
"Emily babe calm down… take a breath. Tell me what's wrong." He was so calm. So reassuring.
"He's g-gone. I ca-can't find hi-hi-him." I said into the phone, realizing just how bad I wish that Sam would walk around this corner and hold me. How terrified I was that he would be gone for good.
"Who babe who's gone?" He asked quietly.
"Sa-a-ammy. He's mis-is-ing."
"Oh God Em, I'm sorry." Luke said softly, he knows my brothers mean the world to me.
"Do you need me to do anything?" He asked. As if he could do anything that really mattered. He has no idea what could be going on… he's miles away, yet he still asks. Part of me is touched, the other part angry that I can't tell him everything, so no there isn't anything he can do.
"No… I just need to find him." I sighed finally getting control of myself.
"Okay. I know you're probably busy so I'll let you go. But you call me if you need me, for anything. Even if you just need to talk, or cry, or whatever you need. You call me. Promise?"
"Okay. I promise." I whispered.
"Bye sweetheart, call me when you find him."
"Bye Luke."
I gathered myself enough to finish walking up and down the busy street, then I made my way back to the motel before Dean could possibly worry himself anymore. He's got to be on his sixth cup of coffee when I come through the door.
"Any news?" I asked walking in.
He didn't look up to meet my eyes and instead just shook his head back and forth.
"De what are we gonna do?" I said trying to hold my composure, but slowly losing it.
Instead of answering me Dean stood up and kicked his chair, then he sent his cup of coffee flying against the wall. Causing me to jump.
I stood there with my eyes shut and clamped down on my lip to keep from falling apart. I took slow breaths through my nose.
"Pack up your stuff, we gotta go. He's not here. We gotta go find him." Dean said suddenly and I could hear him shuffling through things. But I couldn't move. I was frozen.
"Emily!" He yelled angrily.
My eyes shot open and I slightly jumped back as his heavy footsteps moved in my direction. When his eyes finally met mine I could see his anger turn into guilt.
"I'm sorry kiddo… okay. I'm sorry." He said as he walked up and I sank into his arms. "I'm just… I'm scared Em." He admitted so quietly I'm not even sure he realized he said it out loud.
"Me too." I whispered back.
"Lets go get Sammy." He said as he broke away and we packed up.
We drove circles around the town in every direction, then we finally left towards Bobby's.
We had been driving for a day and half now… not stopping. Not sleeping, other than the hour or two we got when I offered to drive so Dean could try.
I curled myself into the large Stanford hoodie and laid down in the backseat again, trying to sleep, but not succeeding. The longest I've slept is maybe an hour at a time. I'm just so afraid that I'll miss something, that I'll wake up and he'll be gone forever.
I don't know how many times over the last day I've called his phone. I don't know how many voicemails it took to fill the box, but it won't let me leave them anymore. I just want my brother. I want his hugs, I want his kindness, I want his support, I want his know it all mouth. I just want him to come back.
"Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from him?" Dean asked.
"I swear, it's like looking for my dad all over again. I'm losing my mind here… No, I've called him a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. I don't know where he went, or why. Sam's just gone."
"Hang on." He said suddenly, catching my attention. I sat up to watch him.
"Sammy? Where the hell are you? Are you okay? …Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Where are you? All right, don't move, I'm on my way."
He switched back to Ellen to tell her and hang up, then he flung the car in a 180 and took off, gas pedal to the floor.
"De… is he okay?" I asked nervously.
"I don't know Em… I think so. He's at a motel. He's alive." He said sighing with relief, as did I. "He's alive." Dean said again, just barely out loud. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it.
I was too nervous to sleep the rest of the 4 hour drive to get to him, would have been a 6-7 hour drive if anyone but Dean was behind the wheel. Honestly I'm amazed at how he never gets a damn ticket.
We get to the hotel and practically jump out while the car is still parking, Dean takes off looking for the room, I follow right on his ass. Finally he stops and starts banging on the door.
"Sam, it's me. Sam!" He tries but there's no reply. Impatiently I reach out and twist the door knob, to my surprise, the door opens, and there's Sam. Sitting numbly on the bed covered in blood. Dean runs to him. I freeze.
"Sam? Hey." Dean says as he leans down to meet Sam face to face, kneeling beside him.
"Hey, Dean." Sam mouths staring straight ahead, I finally get the nerve to move and close the door, walking in to kneel on his other side.
"Are you bleeding?" I asked frantically. Searching him for wounds.
"I tried to wash it off." He said still not looking either of us in the eye.
"Oh my god." I said realizing it wasn't his.
"I don't think it's my blood." He said as if he read my mind.
"Whose is it?" Dean asked.
"I don't know."
"Sam, what the hell happened?"
Sam finally looked up to Dean.
"Dean. I don't remember anything."
I looked between my brothers, sharing a worried glance with Dean, then I moved to wrap my arms around Sam, blood or not. I needed to feel him in my arms, I needed to know he was really there. He slowly hugged me back. As if something in him was finally snapping out of it. He hugged me tightly, and I squeezed him, thankful to have him back.
Dean left to talk to the clerk and see what he could find out, I went to the car and got Sam clothes to change into. He showered and seemed to be less out of it when he came out. Dean entered the room moments later.
"What'd you find out?" Sam asked.
"You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan."
"Dean." Sam said deadpanned.
"Your room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual."
"Well that's a good thing right?" I said hopeful.
"You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. That's what I mean." Dean said handing Sam a coffee.
"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?"
"I don't know. But you're, you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with." Dean said assuring us all.
"Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?"
"Sam don't." I said putting a hand on his shoulder.
"What if this is what Dad warned you about?" Sam said suddenly, a little harsher than I would have expected.
"Hey, whoa, whoa, come on man, let's not jump the gun here. We don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like, like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?"
"Just me, you, and Em, just, in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and..."
"West Texas? That was, that was over a week ago." I said worriedly.
"That's it. Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month."
"Okay. Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back, so…" Dean said as he opened the door motioning for us all to go out and look around.
"Recognize anything?" I asked.
"Not really."
We walked around the back, there was a dumpster and some old parking garage there.
"Wait." Sam said looking in the direction of the garage.
"What?" Dean asked.
"I think I was here."
"You remember?"
"Not really, it just ... feels familiar, you know?"
Sam led us over to the garage with a few old cars parked in it. Dean tries to open the first one.
"Try that one. Yeah." Sam said pointing to the third one, an old Volkswagen beetle.
"Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this." Dean said wrinkling his nose in disgust at the car. Lets just say he's not a fan of german cars.
We go to open it and its locked… suddenly Sam pulls a key from his pocket. We stared at each other for a second before Sam stepped up and opened the driver side door. He sat down and put his hands on the steering wheel, but quickly removed it, looking at it, then then turning it towards us.
"More blood." I mumbled seeing the bright red on his fingers.
"Sam. Back seat." Dean says quietly, Sam reaches back and picks up a blood stained knife, he stares at in horror.
"You think I used this on someone?" He asked.
"We're not thinking anything." I said firmly.
I reached in on the other side and began digging around as Sam wiped his prints off the knife. I reach down and find a pack of cigarettes mostly smoked.
"Okay now this is disturbing. Come on, Sammy, this couldn't have been you. Had to have been someone else, somebody who, uh… smokes menthols." I said as I lifted the cigarettes up and handed them to Dean.
"Here. Gas receipt. Few towns over." Sam said handing the paper to Dean as well.
We got out of the car and thoroughly wiped down all of our prints, then we poured bleach over everything that had blood on it before getting into the impala and driving to the gas station from the receipt.
"All right. Receipt's for ten gallons at pump number two. You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? 'God, this looks familiar', deja vu vibes?" Dean asks as we get out of the car.
"Maybe someone inside'll remember you. Come on." I said taking his hand as we walked in.
When we walked in the clerk looked up at us and became extremely angry.
"You. Outta here now, I'm calling the cops." He yells as he points at us. We all freeze in shock.
"You talking to him?" Dean asks, pointing with his thumb at Sam. I tightened my grip on Sam's hand and wrapped my other arm around his.
"Yeah, I'm talking to him. Jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging." The clerk explained bitterly.
"This guy? You're drinking malt liquor?" I asked shocked.
"Not after he whipped the friggin' bottle at my head." The clerk said as he crossed his arms.
"This guy?" Dean asks again pointing at Sam. Surely there is some mistake… no way Sammy did this.
"What, am I speaking Urdu?" The clerk asked snarkily.
"Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything –" Sam tried to apologize but the clerk quickly cut him off and picked up the phone.
"Tell your story walkin', pal. Po-po will be here in five."
"Wait, wait, put the phone down. Sam, go wait in the car." Dean demanded.
"But Dean-" Sam pleaded.
"Go wait in the car!" Dean yelled. "Emily go with him. NOW!"
Sam sighed as I pulled him back towards baby.
I opened the front passenger door and slid over to the middle, Sam sliding in next to me.
"Sammy… I know you didn't do those things. There's gotta be some mistake here. I promise we'll figure it out."
"Emily you heard the guy… he knew it was me."
"I don't care what he says Sam. That's not you. Maybe it was your body, maybe it was a shifter, maybe it was some kind of spell or some shit… but it wasn't you. That's not my Sammy." I said, he finally looked me in the eyes.
"Emily… what if you're next… what if this is what happens to us. We just… go bad." He said to me with a look of accusation in his eyes. I was taken back by his words. I released his hand subconsciously and retracted from him slightly. I didn't know how to respond. My Sam would never say something like that to me.
Luckily Dean slid in and ended our conversation before I had to reply. I felt more scared now then I have this entire time. What if he's right?
Dean slid in and hit the gas, getting us away from the gas station as quickly as possible before the guy actually did call the police. He looked over at Sam who was staring out the windshield. Then he met eyes with me, and I couldn't hide the new fear from the words that just hit my ears moments ago. The words that shook me to my core. What if I'm next?
Dean looked at me worriedly and confused, I quickly looked down but moved myself to sit as close as possible to him. Something he knows I do when I'm scared. He without hesitation wrapped an arm over my shoulders.
Its odd… the need I felt to cling to Sam since I had him back in my sight, it was gone. Replaced with a tinge of fear instead. My stomach twisted into knots and I tried to relax as Dean drove down the road, watching the sun set and the light fade.
"What's going on with you, Sam? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like me than you." Dean asked.
"Dean, wait, right here. Turn down that road." Sam said sitting up further in his seat and not answering Dean's question.
"What?"
"I don't know how I know, I just do."
Dean turned down the back dirt road and it led to a private drive, at the end was a large house with lots of security cameras and lights plastered all around the front. Shit. This isn't gonna be good.
"Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises." I mumbled.
"Should we knock?" Dean asked getting out, Sam and I following behind him.
"Yeah. I guess." Sam said.
Dean knocked and Sam peaked around the corner, walking away a few steps. I watched him, but moved closer to Dean.
"Em what's wrong?" Dean asked so quiet only I could hear it. I looked up to him holding back tears.
"I don't know… but-"
"Hey Dean." Sam said cutting me off. He waved his flashlight over to a broken window, Dean and I walked over to him.
"I'm surprised the cops didn't show. Place like this you'd think it'd have an alarm." Dean explained.
"Yeah, you would." Sam said pointing to a disabled alarm on the inside of the house next to the window, we all carefully climbed in. Stepping on broken glass and finding the house a mess. We walked until we found a body laying in the floor.
"Hit the lights." Dean said, I reached over and turned them on, Dean went to kneel by the body and inspect it, Sam stood close to him, and I stood back against the wall.
As Dean turned him over we found his throat had been slashed, deep. Explaining the blood soaked rug he was lying on. I looked to Sam, who's horrific expression made my fear intensify.
"Dean, I did this." Sam whispered distraught. Everything in me wanted to go to him, to comfort him. To tell him he couldn't have done it, but something wouldn't allow me to move.
"We don't know that."
"What else do you need? I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood –"
"I don't know, man, why don't you tell me?! Look, even if you did do this I'm sure you had a reason, you know; self-defense, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch, something!" Dean yelled frantically. He began to look for a wallet.
"He doesn't have any ID." He said as he stood.
"I need your lockpick." Sam said quietly.
"What?"
"I need your lockpick."
Sam took the pick from Dean's hand and walked towards me, I was unsure of what he was doing until he leaned down to the double door closet I was standing next to and began to open it, when he did we all were shocked.
"Holy shit. Either this guy's a Unabomber –" Dean started.
"Or a hunter." I finished for him.
"I think I killed a hunter." Sam whispered.
"De." I said softly, he turned to me and I pointed to the security camera in the corner of the room.
"Let's find out." Dean said walking over to the computer, Sam sat down and hacked it, pulling up the security tapes.
"Here we go." Dean said as Sam enters the room.
We all watched in shock as Sam initiated a brutal fight, leading them in and out of the frame… but when they reentered Sam was dragging him, he kneeled down next to him, and I watched in horror as Sam slit his throat. I gasped and put a hand to my mouth. Dean stood, frustrated. Sam just stared in shock at the screen.
No. No no no… This isn't Sam. Everything in me went from hot to cold. Oh my God… he's right. He's right and I'm next. I… I could kill people. I could hurt my brothers... Sam could hurt me. I quickly spun on my heel and walked out of the room, running towards the front door.
When I reached It I flew outside into the cold air, leaning over and heaving into the bushes. Not that I've eaten much the last few days, but what little I had came up, over and over again. I felt sick. I felt numb. I felt scared. I could hear Dean inside. Yelling to Sam to erase the tapes and wipe their prints. I walked over to Baby and slumped down the side. There was a brief sound of chimes in my pocket. I reached down and pulled out my phone. I opened the new message.
Luke: Find him yet?
Me: Yeah… I think he's okay. Just a lot going on. I'll call when I can.
Luke: Okay. Good… I'm glad he's okay. Are you okay?
Me: Don't you ever get tired of asking me that. Lol.
Luke: I'll stop asking when I stop worrying about you.
Me: I'm… scared.
Luke: Don't be scared sweetheart. Its gonna be okay… Your brothers wouldn't let anything hurt you.
Reading his words made me want to puke all over again… what if my brother was the one I was scared of? Instead of replying I put the phone away as I heard heavy footsteps making their way to the car.
"Em. Get up, we gotta go." Dean said frantically as he opened the door for me, I ducked behind him and instead climbed in the backseat. He looked at me odd, but shook his head and climbed in, driving quickly away from the house.
The whole way back to the motel I kept eyes on Sam. He looked, distraught. He looked like the Sam I knew… the one who's tender heart would break at the thought of killing an innocent. But something about him still made me hesitant to touch him. To put a hand on his shoulder. I fought past it and reached out to him anyways. Taking a deep breath I grasped his shoulder and let him lay his hand on top of mine. I leaned my head forward against the seat and closed my eyes until the car came to a stop.
"All right, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror. Look, I know this is bad, okay? You gotta snap out of it. Sam, say something!" Dean yelled as we all entered the room. Sam numbly sat on the bed, Dean paced, and I leaned against the wall.
"Just get some sleep and leave in the morning? Murder, Dean. That's what I did." Sam said sorrowfully.
"Maybe…" Dean said hunting for the words. Sam scoffed before Dean continued. "Okay? Hey, we don't know... shapeshifter!"
"Oh, come on. You know it wasn't, you saw the tape. There was no eye flare, no distortion."
"Yeah, but it wasn't you! All right? I mean, yeah, it might have been you, but it wasn't you." Dean yelled.
"Well, I think it was… I think maybe more than you know." Sam said quietly. His expression changing to something foreign.
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked.
"For the last few weeks I've been having ... I've been having these feelings."
"What feelings?" Dean asked as he sat across from him.
"Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse." Sam explained numbly. It sent shivers throughout my body to listen to this.
"You never told me this."
"I didn't want to scare you... or Em." He said as he looked up to me, I tried to hide the fear in my eyes but I just couldn't. I was afraid of him.
"Well, bang-up job on that." Dean said sarcastically as he slapped his knees and stood again.
"Dean, the yellow-eyed demon, you know he has plans for me and Emily. And we all know that he's turned other children into killers before, too."
"No one can control you but you. Besides Emily hasn't had any weird feelings right?" Dean asked turning to me. I could see the pleading look in his eyes, he was afraid I would say that I felt the same way.
"No. I haven't. Not at all." I said confidently, watching his face relax a little.
"Dean, it feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely I'm, I'm just becoming..."
"What?"
"Who I'm meant to be. I mean, you said it once yourself, Dean. I gotta face up to who I am."
"I didn't mean this!"
"But it's still true. You know that. Dad knew that too. That's why he told you, if it ever came to this… Maybe there is still time for Emily, but maybe not."
"Shut up, Sam." I said closing my eyes and tensing my fits, feeling the overwhelming fear crawl its way back up my spine.
"Sam she's right. That's enough. That's not what this is and I'm not killing you. Either of you."
"Dean, you promised him. You promised me." Sam said calmly. Too calm.
"No. Listen to me. We're gonna figure this out. Okay? I mean, there's gotta be a way, right?"
"Yeah there is. I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you or Emily." Sam's expression changed back into one of despair as he held out his handgun to Dean. Dean stared it down as Sam placed it in his hand..
"You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it." Dean said.
"No. I can't. Not forever. Here, you gotta do it." Sam said with teary eyes.
"Sammy no… No. We'll figure it out." I begged walking over to them. Dean just stared at Sam, he sat in shock as Sam slowly loses his composure and begins to shake.
"You know, I've tried so hard to keep you safe." Dean said so quiet I could barely hear it.
No. He wouldn't. He can't…
"Dean." I whispered.
"I know." Sam said.
"I can't. I'd rather die." Dean said shaking his head and standing. I breathed out a sigh of relief as he dropped the gun on the bed before turning away from him.
"No. You'll live." Sam said standing with the gun, his expression changing drastically fast as he turned to Dean. Dean began to turn to face him when suddenly Sam pistol whips him.
"You'll live to regret this." He snarled.
"Sam!" I screamed. Out of fear… out of shock. I stared at the unconscious Dean on the floor, then I looked back up to see Sam watching me, an unfamiliar gaze in his eyes.
"I told him Emily… I told you both to kill me when you had the chance. But neither of you would do it. What does it take to get through that stubborn Winchester head?"
"Sammy please don't do this." I said shakily as I backed up towards the door, one hand on the gun in my waistband. But I knew even if I drew it I couldn't pull the trigger. The scarier question… can he?
"Sammy this… Sammy that. Its Sam."
"This isn't you… it can't be."
"Oh its me. The new me. I'm becoming the same thing you'll become too. The feeling Em… the power that comes along with it. All the rage. The drive to kill. Its- invigorating."
"No. I'll never be like that." I said shakily, as I reached the door and my back lay flat against it. Sam kept walking forward, towering over me.
"If you want to spare yourself… then here." He said as he placed the gun in front of me. "Do it. Kill yourself now before you become like me. Save yourself kiddo. Don't be like me." His eyes bored into mine and for a second I could see the flicker of pain. Like my Sammy was still there, somewhere… then suddenly. It all fit together. Its not Sam.
"You're not Sam, are you?" I asked after a minute of silence.
He dropped his head and began to laugh, when he looked back up his eyes were pitch black.
"Well well well… finally figured it out. Honestly I'm disappointed it took this long. Winchesters…" He sighed.
"Get the fuck out of my brother."
"Oh I will… when the time is right. When it comes time for him to take his place, I'll be happy to be at his side."
I reached around for the door, knowing my gun was no use against the demon, but he caught me and slammed it shut just as I slightly opened it.
"Oh I don't think so… I've had enough of this little game honestly. I'm growing a bit bored with it." He said before he pulled me forward by my shirt and then slammed me against the door, hitting my head. I fell dizzily to the floor, and felt him lift my body as everything faded to black.
When I woke up again I was tied up in the backseat of the impala.
Sam was driving, I was laying face down and struggled until I was finally laying on my back instead.
"Morning sunshine." Sam called from the front seat.
"Why are you doing this? Why don't you just kill me and get it over with." I rasped.
"Well you see, boss's rules. I can't kill you. Hurt you… a lot. But kill you? Nope. We still need you just incase our all American boy here falls through."
"So then what are you gonna do with me?" I asked cautiously.
"Bait… see big bro is still out there. Him I'm allowed to gank. So you're gonna bring him right to me."
"He'll never fall for this." I spat.
"Oh but he will… you see you're the chink in his armor. Well. WE are the chink, but you. You're his little girl. He can't NOT come to your rescue, its engraved in his brain."
"You son of a bitch… wait until Sam snaps back into control. You're gonna regret you ever looked in his direction."
He laughed.
"Sam is locked away, watching, listening, but the only thing he can do is scream for you and Dean, nothing else. I enjoy hearing the agony in his voice.
"I swear I'll fucking kill you." I growled as the car came to a stop.
Sam got out and then pulled me out and up to my feet, pushing me inside and tying me to a post in the center of the room.
"Now now now, can't have you telling Dean our little secret, so I think this should fit nicely." He said as he tied a gag around my mouth.
"Now, lets see if we can drag Dean out here, he's close."
Sam turned towards me with a knife in his hands, and an evil smirk on his face. He walked over and laid the blade across my cheek.
"You better scream loud, don't want Dean to take too long." He said as he pulled it down the side of my face, I could feel the blood drip down to my chin, but I resisted screaming, knowing I was just setting a trap for Dean.
"Come on now, don't be shy. You're always opening that loud mouth. Scream for me." He said as he took it and ran it down my arm, slicing as he went. I bit down on the gag and felt tears warm my face, stinging when they ran into the cut on my cheek.
"Emily Emily Emily… Don't make me truly hurt you. Scream!" He yelled as he dug the knife into my side, I couldn't help but scream out as he twisted the blade and I could feel it scrape against the bone of my ribcage.
"That's my girl." He said stroking my hair softly.
It wasn't but a minute later when Dean came busting through the door, guns out.
"Sam!" Dean screamed.
I watched as Sam's face went from an evil smirk to a desperate cry.
"I begged you to stop me, Dean!" He yelled as he placed the knife against my throat.
"Put the knife down, dammit." Dean growled. Flickering his eyes between mine and Sam's. I tried to yell the word "demon" through my gag, but it was muffled by my cries.
"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her. Please. You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me. Shoot me!" Sam yelled spreading his arms wide.
Dean stared at him and briefly looked to me out the corner of his eye. I shook my head no.
"No, Sammy, come on." He said lowering the gun and looking away.
"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of losing me that you'd rather let me kill Emily?" Sam set the knife down next to me spoke, then he took a step towards Dean who was now facing away from us. Suddenly Dean turned and flung holy water at Sam, causing his skin to sizzle and him to scream.
"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean yelled.
Sam raised his head with eyes black as night. Dean flung more holy water and Sam growled before jumping out a window, Dean runs over and cuts my ropes with the knife Sam left before running toward the window, before I knew what was happening he too jumped.
"Dean!" I yelled.
I scrambled to my feet, but I was unsteady and bleeding. I used the gag that was in my mouth as bandage and wrapped it around my ribs, securing it there and holding pressure over the wound, the one on my face and arm wouldn't be as much of an issue, they would stop bleeding soon.
I heard gunshots outside.
"Oh God…" I whispered, then I quickly gathered myself and grabbed the knife, going outside to search for my brothers.
I called Dean's phone over and over again, but no answer. No sight of him OR Sam. I called again and hear the faint sound of the Metallica ringtone. I froze and listened, then I rushed to the edge of the water to see Dean lying on the ground, blood staining the concrete.
"Dean! De! Wake up!" I yelled as I reached him and shook him awake, he groaned and I noticed the bullet hole in his arm. At least this demon can't aim for shit.
"Where's Sam?" He groaned.
"I don't know… Come on. Get up."
Dean and I stumbled back into the warehouse where I had been tied up, and I grabbed the med kit to dig the bullet out of his arm.
"Ow! Shit!" He growled as I dug at it with tweezers.
"Sorry De… I gotta get it out." I said as I twisted and finally got hold of the bullet, pulling it out and leaving it on the table he was laying on.
"I know…" He sighed after I removed the tweezers.
"Its out. Dean… what are we gonna do?" I mumbled.
"We're gonna find him again, and then we're gonna send that bastard back to hell."
"Where would he go?"
"Well… I think maybe I have a lead on that." Dean said sitting up.
"Let me see." He said motioning to my side.
"Its fine De. I wrapped it for now."
"No. You shoved a dirty rag on it, let me fix it before we leave."
"Fine." I sighed jumping up on the table and rolling up my shirt.
"He knicked you good. Didn't he?"
"Yeah. Let me tell you how much it tickled." I said sarcastically.
"Emily. Are you okay?"
I sighed.
"I wish people would stop asking me that."
"Well. Its kind of a valid question." He said as he washed the wound with alcohol. I groaned and arched at the sting.
"Well my brother just kidnapped and tortured me and then tried to kill my other brother. So yeah. I'm fan fucking tastic." I growled.
"Em. Its not him." Dean said softly as he stood over and looked me in the eye.
"I know… but. Dean.. he.."
How can I tell Dean that Sam told me to kill myself… that I almost considered because I honestly believed for a second it was him. That he had gone evil. That I too would become evil.
"Talk to me kiddo… you knew something was off didn't you?" He asked and I nodded. "Did he say something?"
"When we were at the gas station… you were still inside. He. He said "what if you're next" … then at the motel, after he knocked you out." I fiddled with my hands as Dean finished bandaging my side, then he moved to clean my face.
"He… He told me that I should just kill myself in order to save myself from becoming like him." I whispered. "And for a second… I thought he was right."
"Em." Dean said surprised.
"I figured out then that it wasn't really him… Sam would never talk to me like that. But for a second. I really thought It was him. I really thought he was right." I said looking down.
Dean looked down at me and kissed the top of my head.
"You're a lot smarter than me kiddo… I didn't figure it out until I got here, I could read it on your face."
"I just want this nightmare to end Dean."
"Me too kiddo. Come on, lets go get our brother back." Dean said as he reached out his hand and lifted me off the table.
We left and drove straight to Bobby's.
"I still don't see why you think he'd show up here of all places." Bobby said as we set the devil's traps.
"Because he's my brother and I know his every move. He'll come and try to take you out. You're useful and the demon knows that." Dean explained, not long after that there was knocking at the door.
Bobby looked to us and nodded, Dean pulled me aside and tucked us away in the corner where we wouldn't be seen.
"Sam!" Bobby said as I could hear the door open.
"Hey, Bobby." Sam replied.
"It's been a while. Well, come on in." I heard footsteps and then the door shut. I didn't even realize my foot was tapping out of nerves until Dean put his foot on top of mine, I let out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding and leaned back against him, he silently squeezed my shoulders and we listened.
"So what brings you?" Bobby asked him.
"Working a job nearby, and thought I'd stop in and say hey."
"Well, where's Dean and Emily?"
"Well. Dean is holed up somewhere with a girl and a twelve pack, and Emily wasn't feeling well so she got a room at the same place to sleep it off." Sam explained with a chuckle as Bobby walks back and gets two beers off the kitchen counter.
"Oh yeah? She pretty?"
"You ask me, he's in way over his head."
"What about Em, she didn't catch that bug going around did she? I heard it was a nasty one."
"Yeah yeah, she did actually. Been down for a few days now."
"Well, it's good to see you… To John." Then I heard bottles clink.
"To Dad." Sam said, but moments later we could hear choking and the noise of someone gagging and falling to the floor. I tensed and went to move, but Dean held me back.
"Not yet." He whispered.
"What'd you do?!" Sam yelled.
"A little holy water in the beer. Sam never would have noticed. But then, you're not Sam are you. Don't try to con a con man." Bobby said, then there was the distinct sound of a fist slamming against a face.
Dean led me around the corner and he and Bobby lifted Sam into a chair, tying him up.
"Emily. Get dad's journal, get ready to read."
"Okay."
I came back with the journal open and ready for the exorcism.
"Hey." Dean said slapping Sam's face lightly, he slowly began to stir, lifting his head. I took a few steps back, surprised by the smirk on his face. A hand quickly fell on my shoulder, I looked up to Bobby and he nodded, as if to say it was going to be okay.
"Dean. Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach."
"How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?"
"Oh, careful, now. Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging."
"Oh don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt Sam much. You, on the other hand ..." Dean lifted a bucket of holy water and dumped it over Sam's head. It hurt to watch him thrash in the chair. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths.
"Feel like talking now?" Dean asked.
"Sam's still my meat puppet. I'll make him bite off his tongue."
"No, you won't be in him long enough. Em."
"Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus, omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio ..." I began to read the exorcism.
"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam or Emily. You understand me? 'Cause I'm gonna kill every one of you first." Dean growled.
Sam struggled painfully as I kept reading, then he threw back his head in laughter, I stopped out of surprise. Watching him carefully.
"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan. As long as Sam or Emily is alive then the plan will happen, and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Honestly. I could kill sweet Sammy right now. I'd love to see what tricks that bitch has up her sleeve." He laughed as he looked over to me.
"Hey! You don't talk to her!" Dean yelled stepping in the line of sight.
"Why not? Don't you think she's curious? I mean… Sam. He's powerful. But Emily. She's the wild card. She's the one that people talk about. I could kill Sam right here and now, tear him apart from the inside out, and we could watch her come to life."
"Shut up! Emily keep going!" Dean yelled. I froze, staring at my brother. What the hell does any of that even mean?! What am I?
"Emily!" Dean yelled.
"Humiliares sub potente magnu dei..." I began again.
"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." He smiled then bowed his head and began talking in latin as well. "Spiritus in mundus, un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram, domine…" The fireplace erupted in flames and the room began to shake. Bobby's grip on me tightened and he pulled me towards him, shielding me from whatever may fall.
"This isn't going like I pictured! What's going on, Bobby?" Dean yelled.
"It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!" He said as he pointed to a burn on Sam's arm.
"What the hell do we do?" I asked.
"I don't know!"
Sam threw his head back and screamed, the walls and floor began to crack, moving towards the ceiling where eventually a large crack ran through the devil's trap. Sam lowered his head, his black eyes almost glowing.
"There. That's better." He grinned. Dean moved towards Bobby and I but was flung backwards, then Bobby, and lastly me. I laid against the brick pile in the corner. Sam ripped free of the restraints and stood, walking over to Dean.
"You know when people want to describe the worst possible thing? They say it's like hell." He said kneeling in front of Dean and pulling him by his shirt before clocking him on the right side of his jaw.
"Stop it!" I screamed. Unable to move from fear. How can I stop my own brother?
"You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um ...Well, it's like hell. Even for demons." He hit him again. "It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear. And you sent me back there." Another hit… then it clicked in my head.
"Meg." I sneered, finally standing as rage replaced the fear. He turned and stood facing me as I stepped forward, blade in hand.
"No. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam. By the way. I saw your Dad there - he says howdy." Sam laughed in my face, I reached and punched him, hard, dropping the knife and wanting to dish this out with my bare hands as the rage ran through my body. I hit again and again, Sam laughed and grabbed me by the throat, shoving me against the wall. Then he threw me across the room and went back to Dean. Picking him up by the arm and shoving a finger in his bullet wound, causing him to scream out in pain. A sound that feels like metal scraping against my bones again.
"All that I had to hold onto, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you. Nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect. But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down ... you know that you can't save your brother and sister. They'd have been better off without you."
Sam reared back to hit him again, but I grabbed his arm.
"Shut the fuck up you ugly bitch!" I yelled as I took the hot poker and laid it over the burn mark on his arm that kept Meg locked inside of him. He screamed out in pain, releasing Dean. Then black smoke poured out of his mouth and up the chimney, Dean pulled himself against the wall and Sam slumped down, unconscious.
I dropped the poker and moved over to Dean, but Sam began to scramble and sat up looking around in confusion, grabbing his arm.
"Sammy?" I asked breathless.
"Did I miss anything?" He asked looking over at the unconscious but breathing Bobby across the room, then to bloody Dean and me.
I sighed and leaned against the wall in relief as Dean sat up and clocked Sam. Sam grabbed his face in confusion as Dean laid back beside me, catching his breath as well.
(Dean's POV)
It took a few hours to get Bobby's place cleaned back up. Sam apologized to him only about a hundred times, then he tried to apologize to Em. But… she's just not ready yet. She's asleep finally, I had to convince her that we could handle cleaning without her. I know she was exhausted and needed to rest.
I looked over to the couch where Sam sat with an ice pack against his arm. Watching the fireplace. I walked over and sat across from him.
"By the way, you really look like crap, Dean." He said looking over at me.
"Yeah, right back atcha." I grinned.
Bobby walked back into the room, his head hung low.
"What is it, Bobby?" Sam asked.
"You boys ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandell?"
"Why do you ask?" I knew why. Because Sam killed him… something tells me Bobby knows that already.
"Just heard from a friend. Wandell's dead. Murdered in his own house." I watched as Sam swallowed and looked down to the floor. "You wouldn't know anything about that."
"No sir, never heard of the guy." I said quickly before taking another drink of my beer.
"Dean-" Sam sighed.
"Good. Keep it that way. Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?" Bobby said giving us a straight look.
We nodded and all took another drink, then Bobby dug into his pockets.
"Here. Take these. The bracelet is for Em."
"What are they?" I asked looking at the small pendants.
"Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in ya." Bobby explained.
"That sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks." I grinned and finished off my beer.
"You're welcome. I'm gonna get some shut eyes, don't be up too late. You both look exhausted."
"Thanks Bobby." Sam said smiling, but Bobby didn't smile back.
Bobby left and Sam and I sat in silence for a while, I watched as his face fell further and further.
"You okay? Sam? Is that you in there?"
"I was awake for some of it, Dean. I watched myself kill Wandell with my own two hands; I saw the light go out in his eyes. Then… with Emily. The things I said to her. The things I did. Dean I felt that knife scrape her bones in my hand. Her screams… the way she looked at me, like she was honestly scared of me before she knew I was possessed. Not that I blame her. I just. That look of fear. I can't get it out of my head."
"That must have been awful." I admitted looking down. I can't imagine watching myself hurt Em. I know Sam's not gonna let himself live that one down for a long time. It doesn't help that she hasn't really talked to him about it yet either. She just… she's shook up, with good reason.
"That's not my point. I killed a man. I attacked you, shot you. I almost carved up Em. But no matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot. Dean this is Emily… she comes before anything else. And you still wouldn't put me down."
"It was the right move, Sam. It wasn't you. She knew that, she looked me in the eye and begged me not to kill you in that warehouse. She would have hated me if I shot you, I would have hated me if I shot you."
"Okay maybe it was the right call- this time. What about next time?"
I sighed deeply… knowing he wasn't going to let any of this go anytime soon.
"Sam, when Dad told me ... that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. And If I understood Meg correctly, nothing happens to Emily unless you die. So by saving you, I save you both. Now, if it's the last thing I do I'm gonna save you." I told him determined and confident. My job was just cut in half. Instead of saving them both from different things all I have to do is keep Sam alive, and Emily will be okay too.
Sam sighed and shook his head, leaning back into the couch. I watched him and chuckle hit my lips.
"What?" Sam asked curiously.
"Nothing." I said shaking my head.
"Dean, what?"
"Dude, you - you like, full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week." I laughed, and as much as he tried not to he laughed as well. "That's pretty naughty."
We looked up as we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, assuming Bobby went to bed that leaves one other person. Em.
She walked downstairs, her dark wavy hair down around her face and messy from the sleep. She let Sam's Stanford sweater swallow her,leaving just the rim of her shorts showing, and her bare feet padded the floor.
"Hey." She mumbled coming to sit beside Sam on the couch.
"Hey kiddo, get some sleep?" I asked, and I could tell she had, the bags under her eyes were significantly lighter.
"Yeah. I did… thanks Dean. But you need some too. I'm not the only one with bags." She told me with eyebrows raised. Sam and I both chuckled.
"Yeah well I guess that's fair." I smirked at her, she smiled back and leaned against Sam, finally looking comfortable with touching him again.
"So. What Meg said… what do you think it means?" She asked hesitantly.
"Well. I was just talking with Sam about that actually."
"Yeah, we think it means that nothing happens to you unless I die. So as long as I'm alive, your safe." Sam told her with a smile.
"Yep. All I gotta do is keep nerd HQ over there safe and that keeps you both safe, so it cuts my job in half." I said with a grin. She smiled back.
"Can I ask a weird question…." She said narrowing her eyes at the ground.
"Sure kiddo. You can ask us anything, you know that."
"What… what powers do you think I'd have? I mean… Max, Andy… You." She said looking up to Sam. "You all have some crazy psychic power. What do you think mine would be?" She asked slowly.
I giggled watching her eyes flick back and forth between Sam and I. Sam just grinned.
"Probably super screaming or something. I mean you've got a loud mouth anyways." Sam said and she dropped her jaw in shock before lightly punching him. Causing us all to laugh.
"I don't know kiddo. I just hope we never find out." I said honestly.
"She said… I was a wild card. I mean. What does that even mean?"
I watched her as her eyes fell back to the floor, thoughts racing in her head. I know she's scared. Scared of what she could become, scared of what Sam could become. Scared of yellow eyes. I watch her all the time, I know every emotion that runs across her face, fear comes in a few different forms, but this is definitely one of them.
"Emily. Its not gonna come down to that. Its not gonna even be an issue. All we do is save Sam's ass and yours is automatically covered. You literally couldn't do anything unless he died. And I don't know about you, but I ain't letting him die. Period. Okay? So don't get stuck on this. Forget what she said."
She looked back to me with worry, curiosity, and something I hope is along the lines of trust.
"Okay. Thanks De." She said quietly. But her gaze never left mine, I got the feeling she was ready to talk.
"Alright, well I'm headed off to bed, I'll see you two in the morning. Oh. Em… here, Bobby got you this, its to ward off possession. DON'T take it off." I said with a warning glare as I walked away and she slipped it on her wrist.
(Emily's POV)
"Sir yes sir." I mocked and smiled at him as he walked away up the staircase. I watched until he was out of sight, then I turned back to Sam. He was watching me carefully. I blushed and looked down. I know this conversation is gonna happen eventually… might as well get it over with.
"Em…" he said causing me to look back up, then he ran his finger along the cut on my face. "I'm so sorry kiddo. I. I just couldn't stop her… I tried."
"I know Sammy… Its okay. It wasn't you."
"But you thought it was at first… when I said those things to you. Emily. I want you to know that you are the most important thing in the world to Dean and Me both. I would NEVER say those things to you, It just… killed me to watch your face. You believed them. You considered it. Why you would ever consider that is beyond me."
"I don't know Sam… it just. I was so afraid that I'd be something terrible. That I'd turn into a killer and hurt you, hurt Dean. I couldn't live with myself. I guess… I guess it just seemed better than the possible alternative." I said looking down at my feet.
"Em those things she said to you. They aren't true. You won't become anything like that. I'll never let that happen. Dean would never let that happen. Your safe with us. I promise." Sam said lifting my chin to look him in the eye.
"Sam…" I swallowed a lump in my throat.
"Yeah?"
"I.. I-I thought you left us again." I said with tears stinging my eyes.
"Emily no of course not. I would never leave you again." He said shifting on the couch and leaning down closer to me. "I promised you I wasn't going anywhere. And I'm not… okay?"
I nodded slowly as a few tears slipped out against my will. I quickly reached up to remove them, but Sam beat me to it.
"Sam… Just. Don't ever leave me… okay. Never again." I whispered as I leaned up and wrapped myself around him, feeling the tears work their way back. Quiet sobs shook my body, his arms wrapped tighter.
"Shhhh, its okay I won't. I promise. Never again." He cooed as his arms wrapped all the way around me and he pulled me tightly to him. Just the feeling of having his arms around me, his warmth, his love. Having my Sammy back. It made this horrible day drift away. I need this Winchester just as much as I do the other one. I don't think I could survive without him. No one gives a hug like Sam does. He shifted again on the couch so that his legs were laid out and he was propped against the side, me laid across him, still wrapped around him with my face laying in his neck.
"Get some sleep kiddo, I'm not going anywhere."