Author's Note: Yay! We're here! Season 3! Okay guys… Emily's powers will be explored! Her big secret is going to come EXTREMELY soon. And we're gonna meet some fun characters! Can't wait to see what you guys think. Its gonna be a bumpy ride for Em! I also noticed that season 3 was a short season compared to the others, only 16 episodes, and I usually cut a few out anyways, so I may still do that, and add in some original chapters, we'll just see how it goes! Please read and review and let me know what you think! Love you guys!
(Dean's POV)
"Dean… Dean."
"Mmm…" Can't a man get some damn sleep in this place?
"Dean, its Em again." Sam whispered shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked over to the other bed Sam had just climbed out of. Em was tossing and turning, a fresh layer of sweat over her face. I sat up and wiped my eyes before flipping on the lamp and going to sit beside her.
"Emily… Em sweetheart wake up." I gently rubbed up and down her arms. Her body reacted by trying to pull away
"No! No.. please.. no." She mumbled.
"Emily, wake up." I shook her again. Her big brown eyes flew open and her heart rate increased even more than it did so before. She jumped forward, but then reared back when she realized she was in someone's grip.
"No! No let me go!" She yelled, before I could respond the lightbulbs in every lamp in the room burst and she screamed, causing me and Sam to jump.
"Emily! Stop!" I yelled shaking her slightly as my vision attempted to adjust to having only the moonlight through the window.
"D-D-Dean?" She stuttered.
"Yeah babygirl I'm here."
Without responding she pulled away from me and quickly jogged into the bathroom. Sam looked up at me and shook his head as we faintly listened to her heaving. I sighed deeply.
"Well Dean… here we are again."
"Sam. Do we really have to do this?"
"She's a mess, Dean."
"Really Sam? I hadn't noticed." I replied sarcastically.
"Man, what the hell went through your head when you decided to sell your soul! Did you even think about her?"
Un. Fucking. Believable.
"Yes Sam. As a matter of fact I did. I thought about how she cried for hours, and hours… making herself sick. She didn't sleep, didn't eat. She didn't hardly speak for 3 days! You think she's a mess now? You weren't there when Bobby had to pull her out of the mud cause she didn't have the strength to stand up. You didn't see how lifeless her eyes were when you died. You didn't watch sit by your body day and night, begging for you to come back. SHE… needed you back. Okay. WE. We both needed you."
"And how did you think she was going to be without you?"
Sam stood up and began to walk away from me, I know he's right… but. I wouldn't change what I did. I have my brother back, that's all that matters. Em is tough. She'll get through this. I've got on year to get her ready to live without me, and I know what I need to do to make sure that happens.
"Sam, I think its time I tol-"
(Emily's POV)
I pulled the bathroom door open and both boys looked at me in concern, I seem to have interrupted their conversation. I diverted my eyes to the floor and walked over to the fridge getting out a water bottle and letting the cold water rinse out my mouth.
"You good Kiddo?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm sorry I woke you up again. I can sleep on the couch, that way I won't wake you two up so often."
"No, Emily. That's insane. I'm not gonna kick you to the couch because you have nightmares." Sam dryly laughed.
"You sure Sammy?" I asked turning to look at him.
"Yeah, Em. I'm positive. C'mon. Lets get some sleep." He said sitting on the bed and fixing the blankets.
"I need to pick up the broken glass." Cause ya know, I'm a fucking freak now.
"Already done." Dean smiled, then he stood and made his way between me and the bed. Knowing I would walk right past him. I turned back to the sink and took another drink. The cold water was nice. Refreshing. I put it back in the fridge and crossed my arms as I walked back towards the bed.
The closer I got to Dean, the more uncomfortable I felt. I hate this. This man raised me, and I can't hug him?
Undoubtedly he wrapped his arms around me as I came by. I tried to stiffen as little as possible. I leaned my head against his chest. Listening to his steady heartbeat… I wonder how many times a heart beats in a year… its almost like a clock. Counting down.
The thought made me want to be sick all over again, I pulled away abruptly. I didn't miss the heart broken expression on his face when I did.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled as I stepped around him and towards the bed. I've shared a bed with Sam all week. Thankfully he isn't pushing the issue, I guess he knows I'm still trying to find a way to cope with this mess.
I climbed into bed next to Sam and wrapped both arms around one of his, nuzzling against his shoulder. I just… need to know he's there. That for now… I'm okay. Sorta.
On top of processing all of this stuff with Dean… my… abilities? Have uh, been a bit of a mess as well. I keep breaking things, glasses in restaurants, windows in buildings, light bulbs. A few days ago I shattered a clock in the lobby of an office building.
Its like it feeds off of my anxiety. Which has been through the roof since we left the cemetery. I've only had a panic attack a few times, but I feel like they're coming more often. I just… I feel like I'm falling down this giant worm hole, and I can't get to the bottom. I'm just constantly falling, overwhelmed with fear.
I fell asleep eventually, getting in a few hours before Sam gently shook me awake. Dean was already up and drinking coffee. Sam left the room and went to shower, leaving me alone with Dean. I sighed and got out of the bed. I retrieved my water bottle from last night and sat across from my brother.
"You feeling any better Em?" He asked kindly.
"Yeah. I'm okay." I mumbled.
"Emily, can we please talk about this. I know what you're doing. I get you're freaked out about whats going on. So you're trying to get your emotions in check. But its killing you kiddo. You want to be mad, you wanna yell, scream. Just do it! You-you wanna cry, you're scared… I don't care what you gotta do Em but just do it! I can't stand watching this. I can't let the next year be you constantly avoiding me."
I reluctantly met eyes with him.
"Dean. I don't know what to do, okay? I'm trying." I said quietly, twisting my hands together.
"No! You're not, you're holding back and you need to snap!"
"Dean don't you get it?! I don't just "snap" anymore… I don't just get a little angry and punch people. I could seriously hurt someone, we don't even know what I'm capable of!"
"So then lets find out!" He stood up and shouted.
"Dean stop!" I yelled back.
Suddenly Sam started shouting at us from the bathroom, he flung the door open wrapped in a towel, his hair dripping wet.
"Can I not take one hot shower in peace? I mean seriously! That water went cold as ice in less than a second."
"I'm sorry Sam." I sighed. "I'm going for a walk."
"Kiddo stop…" Dean reached out and grabbed me, I pulled my arm away from him.
"I'm sorry Dean… I'm trying." I said before walking out the door.
(Dean's POV)
She slammed the door shut and it felt like a slap in the face. I've got to get her to snap out of this… I gotta get her to talk to me. I can't die with her hating me.
"Dean… lay off of her." Sam warned angrily.
"Sam, she's gotta deal with this, you're the one who's always pushing her to work through shit. Now that you're the favorite you just want to let her be?!"
"Dean. Do you realize how fucking ridiculous that sounds coming out of your mouth? YOU asked for this. YOUR actions led to this… Now I am trying to get her to work through this, but its gonna take time. Pushing her right now doesn't help. I'm sorry you have no patience but you're gonna have to find some and let her work through this in her own time… she's hurting Dean. So don't push her."
"Yeah… sure. Whatever… "
Man I need to get laid.
(Emily's POV)
"Sam… are we gonna be here all night?"
Sam looked up as Dean gave us a thumbs up and shut the curtains. The music so loud I could clearly sing along to it from the car. I rolled my eyes.
"I hope not Em. Find anything yet?"
I looked back down at the book in my hands, I've read it 3 times already, Sam twice. The book he's reading I've read already also… but maybe he catches something I missed. I'll take anything at this point.
"No. Not a damn thing."
"We'll find something, don't give up on me yet."
"Never." I promised him with a weak smile, he sent one back.
"You know he was kinda right this morning… I know you're just trying to be careful but you keep biting back all this… crap. Its causing the nightmares, you don't hardly eat or sleep. Em. Its gonna tear you apart if you don't just face it."
"Sam… if you heard what he said then you heard what I said too. We have no idea what the hell could happen if I do. I'm not fixing to let you or Dean get hurt. Or worse."
"Em. You won't, but you're hurting yourself. You can't keep this up. You've got to tell him how you really feel. You gotta face this."
"Okay Sam… I get it." I sighed and cut him off.
Instead of replying he put his hand over the book my eyes were glued to. He stayed there until I looked up to him. He leaned forward and kissed the top of my head.
"I'm scared of losing him too… and when you're ready to talk about that. I'm here."
Thankfully Sam's phone rang so I wasn't obligated to respond. He sighed and dug into his pocket. Flipping it open and putting it on speaker.
"Hey Bobby."
"Hey Sam, whatcha doing?"
"Oh, same old, same old."
"You and Em buried in that book again?"
Silence answered his question.
"Sam, you want to break Dean free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book."
"Then where, Bobby?" I asked exasperated.
"Darlin, I wish I knew. So where's your brother?"
"Getting his dick w-"
"Polling the electorate." Sam cut in glaring at me. What? I was just being honest.
"What?" Bobby asked confused.
"Never mind." Sam mumbled.
"Well, you three better pack it up. I think I finally found something." Bobby said before hanging up.
Sam and I exchanged glances and I shook my head.
"No way… this one's all you."
"Gee, thanks." Sam said sarcastically as he got out of the car and went to knock on the hotel door. I watched as he briefly poked his head in, and then quickly retreated, looking as if he wanted to claw his eyeballs out of his head. Ha!
I giggled in the seat as he climbed back in. Sam looked at me and glared.
"Not funny." He said seriously. About ten minutes later Dean came jogging out of the room with a smile plastered on his face. He jumped in Baby and I quickly made my way to the backseat. He gunned it and threw it in reverse so quick that I was thrown against the seat.
"Dean!" I groaned. But he laughed and gunned it again as we approached a hill. I swear all four of the tires left the road before bouncing back. Causing me to lose my balance again. Geez!
"Let me see your knife." Sam nonchalantly requested.
"What for?" Dean looked over at him confused.
"So I can gouge my eyes out."
"It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam."
"It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean."
"Hey, I appreciate you giving me a little quality time with the Doublemint Twins." Dean chuckled. I rolled my eyes. Not like we really had a choice in the matter.
"Yeah, no problem." Sam said quietly.
"Really? Well, I got to say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll, something."
"Trust me there was one." I mumbled from the back. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror and Sam turned and glared.
"No, not at all. You deserve to have a little fun." Sam continued.
"Well, I am in violent agreement with you there. What's Bobby got?"
"Not much. A crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Ahh, could be demonic omens –"
"Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem." I added.
"Yeah, but it's our only lead." Sam said glaring at me again.
"Any freaky deaths?" Dean asked.
"Nothing Bobby could find – not yet, anyway."
"It's weird, man. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?"
"Seventeen."
"Seventeen. You'd think it would be "Apocalypse Now," but it's been five days and bubkis. What are the demons waiting for?"
"Who knows, who cares." I sighed.
"Em, what else do we have to look into right now?" Dean asked cautiously, trying to come off nicely.
Oh I don't know, maybe how to break people out of their devil deals? Maybe how to prevent people from being dragged to hell by vicious hell hounds. But you know… that's not important.
"Nothing, sorry. I'm just gonna get some sleep." I said laying down in the back. I felt Sam's hand reach back and squeeze my shoulder briefly.
(Sam's POV)
"She out?" Dean asked me. I turned back and gently pushed the hair out of her face.
"Yeah man, like a light."
"Good. Maybe she'll actually get some sleep now that we're on the road."
"Man." I chuckled. "I never understood why she slept so well in the car. Even when she was little."
"Yeah, I remember Dad taking her out in the middle of the night when she was still in a carseat. He would drive around till she passed out and then sneak back in, trying not to wake her or us back up."
"Geez, poor guy." I laughed imagining Dad driving circles around motels in the middle of the night.
"Yeah… she's gonna be okay ya know? She's got you. She's gonna be hard to handle for a while but with time. She's gonna be okay when this is all over."
"Dean. Can we just not do this… not right now. I may be handling this better than she is, but I'm still kinda having a hard time with it myself."
"Yeah. Yeah man sure." Dean nodded.
"Sam… I. I think there's something you're gonna need to know. I should've told you before now."
Dean seemed to have a hard time getting the words past his mouth.
"Um, okay? What is it."
"It's Em… you should know what happened. You're gonna need to know, for when she has the nightmares, or freaks out. You should know what's going on so that you can help her. Hell, maybe you'll figure out something better than I ever could."
I listened intently. Taking in what exactly it is he was saying. He's dying and so now he feels the need to share this? On top of everything else flopping around in my mind. I mean. Not that I'm not dying to know… I just. I don't know how much more shock and awe I can take right now.
"Dean. Are you sure you want to do this right now?"
"Well… there's no time like the present."
"Dean. I just think this probably more of a sit down with a bottle of whiskey conversation. You know, maybe while Em isn't within hearing range. I just. I wouldn't want to throw more at her right now."
Or myself… I really just don't know if I can handle hearing all this at the moment. I feel guilty enough not being around whenever it happened, not being there for her.
"Oh. Yeah. Sure… maybe while we're bunked down with Bobby." Dean suggested.
"Yeah. Sounds good man." I sighed before closing my eyes. Drifting to sleep slowly.
(Emily's POV)
"Hear those cicadas?" I asked as we got out of the car at the small farmhouse. Bobby was already here, standing by his car waiting for us.
"That can't be a good sign." Dean sighed unwrapping a cheeseburger.
"No. No, it can't." Sam agreed.
"So,we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?" Bobby asked approaching us.
"Well, I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol." Dean said chewing another bite. I tried to hold my face, but I swear Bobby looked at me at the exact moment it faltered. I quickly recomposed and wrapped my arms across my chest.
"So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?" Sam asked.
"Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero."
We approached the house and Dean stepped forward banging on the door.
"Candygram!" He yelled, earning an eye roll from Bobby. No answer. Dean picked the lock and as the door opened my hand flew to cover my nose. We all took a step back and had to breathe through the smell. It was horrible.
"That's awful." Sam said.
"That so can't be a good sign." Dean added, entering the house first. Gun drawn. We froze when we heard screams from another room. We all exchanged glances.
"You hear that?" Sam asked.
"Yep." I nodded walking forward and kicking open the door to the room. Turns out the screaming was the television, but the dead and decaying family on the couch was the real shocker.
"Oh, my god." Sam breathed covering his nose. "Bobby, what the hell happened here?"
"I don't know." Bobby mumbled. I used my sleeve to cover my nose as I walked forward slowly, carefully examining the family. Mom, dad, and a little boy… he can't be more than 8. I was staring at them intently when a hand on my shoulder caused me to jump and turn.
"Whoa, Sorry Em… Uh, check for sulfur." Dean said quickly recoiling his hand.
"Yeah." I agreed walking towards the couch but finding nothing. Suddenly Dean whistles to get our attention. He points outside to the porch, signaling that someone is there. We all drew our weapons as Dean walked out the door, me behind him and Sam and Bobby coming around the back.
I silently followed Dean outside, flanking him so that we are covered from all angles. He approached the steps… nothing. He walked over to the edge of the railing and looked around it. I turned to see what he was looking at, He shrugged and when he turned to look back at me he pushed me to the side and began to wrestle with a man, I lowered my weapon and went to dive in but was quickly pushed against the wall by a woman. I headbutted her nose, throwing her backwards, then I pounced. Straddling her as we fought.
"Isaac? Tamara?" Bobby came around the corner and called out. All the fighting paused.
"Bobby. What the hell are you doing here?" The woman beneath me asked breathless. She moved to yank her arms from my grip. Bobby walked over and gave me a hand up, and then her.
"I could ask the same." Bobby replied.
"Heya, Bobby." The dark skinned man smiled as he climbed off of Dean.
"Hello. Bleeding here." Dean called reaching up a hand. I rolled my eyes and Sam stepped forward offering him a hand up. He promptly made his way to me to check me for injuries.
"I'm fine." I mumbled pushing his hands away before he could start. He sighed and nodded, we proceeded to call in the bodies and follow Isaac and Tamara back to their place.
"Honey? Where's the Palo Santo?" Isaac asked as we came through the door.
"Well, where'd you leave it?"
"I don't know, dear. That's why I'm asking."
"Palo Santo?" I asked confused.
"It's holy wood, from Peru. It's toxic to demons like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them." Tamara answered as she dug into a bag and pulled out a large wooden stake, handing it over to Isaac with an affectionate smile.
"Thank you, dear." He smiled.
"You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me."
"So, how long you two been married?" Sam asked with a chuckle.
"Eight years this past June."
"The family that slays together..." Isaac began with a smirk.
"Right. I'm with you there. So, how'd you get started?" Sam asked… which was obviously the wrong question, they gave each other a sad look and no one responded.
"I, uh, you know... I'm sorry. It's not – that's none of our business." Sam quickly backtracked.
"No, no. It's – it's all right."
"Well, Jenny, if you look as pretty as you sound, I'd love to have an ... "appletini'." Dean grimaced as he entered the room still on the phone. "Yeah. Call you later." He said before hanging up. "That was the coroner's tech."
"And?" Sam asked.
"Get this – that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."
"But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away." I said confused.
"Right. What is this, a demon attack?"
"If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty." Bobby answered.
"Well, what now? What should we do?" Dean asked.
"Uh, "we're" not gonna do anything." Isaac answered.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"You guys seem nice enough, but, this ain't "Scooby-Doo," and we don't play well with others."
Well excuse the fuck out of you.
"Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together." Sam answered, putting a hand on my shoulder knowing my temper is fragile these days.
"No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place."
"No offense? Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I quickly chirped.
"Isaac. Like you've never made a mistake." Tamara said calming him down.
"Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though."
"Alright, I think that's enough." Dean said stepping forward, I stepped up next to him. Prepping for a fight. Suddenly the glass bottles on the table began to rattle back and forth. We all turned to look at them curiously. Shit… dammit. No. I took a deep breath and they stilled.
"Guys, this isn't helping. Dean—" Sam started trying to calm the situation.
"Look, there are couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us – on all of us." Isaac continued, a flare of anger hit my veins and suddenly one of the bottles burst.
"Okay. that's quite enough testosterone for now." Tamara said pulling Isaac out of the room, looking curiously between the broken glass and us.
Bobby, Sam, and Dean all turned to look at me. I looked up to them ashamed. I didn't mean to. I never mean to, yet it still happens.
"Em, its okay. Its not your fault." Sam said approaching me.
"Well then who's fault is it Sam?" I quickly asked. "And what would that even matter… it is what it is. I'm dangerous now! Okay, just… stay away from me. Before I bust more than a bottle." I pushed past the boys and walked out to the impala. Where I could be alone. Where I can't hurt anyone.
We bunked down in a motel for the night. Bobby and Sam in one room, Dean and I in another. Everyone gets their own bed, rare occasion for that to happen. We all showered and said our goodnights, Dean went to salt the doors and windows before climbing into his own bed.
I buried myself beneath the blankets and clutched a pillow to me, seeking the comfort of something…
"Em, you don't have to sleep alone if you don't want to." Dean offered as he climbed into his own bed.
"Better get used to it now, gonna be two of us and two beds in a year."
The words came out of my mouth before I could even think about what I was saying. Even in the dark, I know it hurt Dean's feelings. I sighed.
"I'm sorry Dean. I-I didn't mean for it to come out like that."
"No… no its okay. At least you're being honest with me finally." He mumbled back.
"Dean. I-I just don't know what to do with all this still. Okay? I'm trying."
"I know you are Em. I just. I wish I could fix this."
For some reason, talking in the dark makes it easier. So instead of blowing this off like I have every time he's tried… I figured why the hell not.
"But you can't Dean… you can't fix this. You fucked up."
"I know that Emily. And I'm sorry."
"I don't think sorry works on this one Dean. I mean, is sorry gonna call off the hell hounds? Is sorry gonna keep you from dying? Does sorry break the deal?"
"No. Kiddo it doesn't." He sighed. I turned over to face him in the dark, barely able to make out his facial features, but able to see the gloss over his eyes, and I'm sure he could see the tears in mine.
"Dean. I am SO happy to have Sam back… every time I look at him. I am… so happy. But I never wanted to trade one brother for the other. And.. I-I feel like I'm being forced to choose between you two. I feel like that being happy to have Sam back I'm disregarding losing you, or that by being upset about losing you that it means I wish Sam wasn't back." I cried. "I can't land on one emotion for more than a minute without feeling guilty about it. No matter what I do. So please… tell me how 'sorry' fixes any of that?"
He stared at me in silence.
"Yeah. I thought so… goodnight Dean." I turned over and cried myself to sleep.
"Em… Em wake up kiddo. We gotta call." Dean came over and stirred me awake. It was bright outside. Geez, what time is it? How long was I asleep. I groaned and pulled myself out of the bed, looking over to see that the clock read 11:00.
"Is that clock right?" I asked outloud.
"Yeah, you finally get a good night's sleep?"
"Yeah… I guess so." Maybe they're right… I haven't slept that well in days. "Dean." I said standing up and walking towards him, he stopped what he was doing and turned to face me, making it known that I had all of his attention.
"Yeah Em?"
"…I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have dumped on you like that."
"No, its okay. You should… you can't keep that all bottled up. You shouldn't have to bear this alone. Its okay to put some of it on me, hell put all of it on me Em. Its my fault."
I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him. He froze, then slowly wrapped his around me, smushing me to him as if I'd die when he lets go. It felt good… it felt. Safe. Normal.
"This doesn't fix it… but I still love you."
"I know kiddo, I love you too." He said kissing the top of my head.
We quickly made our way to the scene of a the crime. A local boutique. Some lady bashed another head in over a pair of shoes… I mean. Hey, I'm always looking for a nice pair of boots too but damn, since when did they become worth killing for?
I observed and took pictures for the 'local paper' while my brothers scoped it out, they walked over to me just as I caught site of Bobby coming onto the scene. My jaw dropped.
"Whoa." Dean called out before letting out a low whistle. "Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you, a G-man?" He called out. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.
"Attorney for the D.A.'s office. I just spoke to the suspect."
"… I don't think I've ever seen you without a hat." I said with a curious glare. I didn't hardly know he had any hair under there.
"Well congratulations, now you have. Can we get back to the point?"
"Yeah. So, what do you think? Is she possessed or what?" Sam asked him.
"Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs – no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just, she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing."
"Maybe she's just some random whack job." I suggested.
"If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you three find anything around here?"
"No sulfur, nothing." Sam said.
"Well, maybe something." Dean said pointing to a security camera in the corner of the store. "See? I'm working." He said to Sam, who simply shook his head.
We quickly made our way into the security office to watch the video for ourselves. IT was kind of a tight fit. We were all hovering over Sam's shoulder to get a look at the tiny screen.
"Anything interesting?" Dean called from behind me, practically shouting in my ear. I winced and ducked a little. He didn't even notice.
"I don't know yet. Might just be a guy..." Sam said, but then we watched him approach our suspect and quite clearly point at the victim. Well. That's not suspicious or anything. I swear. No one is sneaky these days.
"Or it might be our guy." I sighed. "Lets find him."
We split ways, Bobby and Sam, Dean and me. I think Sam's doing this on purpose… trying to force me to face Dean. Jackass.
"What time is it?" I yawned.
"Seven past midnight." Dean answered.
"Ughhh…You sure this is the right place?"
"No. But I spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and, supposedly, he drinks at this ... stupid bar." Dean said waving to the building we've been parked in front of for 3 hours now. I rolled my eyes but a quick bang on the window caused me and Dean to jump, we looked over to see a snickering Sam and an unamused Bobby standing behind him. They both climbed in the backseat.
"That's not funny!" Dean yelled to Sam as he climbed in. Sam chuckled again.
"Yeah. Uh, all right, so – so, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago."
"The night the Devil's Gate opened?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"So you think he's possessed?"
"Well, it's a good bet."
"So, what, he just walks up to someone,touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?" Dean asked.
"Those demons that got out at the gate – they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen." Bobby reminded him.
"You mean the demons we let out." Sam sighed.
"Sam don't do that. It wasn't your fault. Jake pushed that thing in, not me, not you, Jake." I said giving him a stare down, he finally nodded and I turned back around to see a redheaded man getting out of his car and walking towards the building.
"Guys." I called getting everyone's attention.
"All right. Showtime." Dean called as we watched him walk inside.
"Wait a minute." Bobby said.
"What?"
"What'd I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure."
"Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" Dean asked.
"We're no good dead! And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is."
"Hey, Bobby? I don't think that's an option." Sam said shyly.
"Why not?" Bobby asked irritated. Sam nodded back towards the bar and we all looked up to see Isaac and Tamara walking inside.
"Fuck." I said throwing my hands in the air and sighing. "They're fixing to be on my bad side."
"Well, lets get to it." Dean called getting out of the car, we carefully approached the door and Dean held up a finger for us to listen first. We did… there was arguing, shouting, then Tamara screamed violently.
"Dean. We gotta go in"
"Alright, everyone back to the car now!" We all jogged back to the car, Dean pulled as much holy water as he could out of the trunk and nodded to us before slamming on the gas and throwing the car through the side of the building. We jumped out and began to fling holy water on the several demons in the room.
Tamara was screaming for Isaac, who laid dead in the floor, Sam pulled her away and shoved her towards the car.
"Emily! Lets go!" He called over to me. I turned to run back to the car but a man grabbed my wrist. I went to swing but something in me stopped. I relaxed my hand and stared into his eyes… they were… I don't know. Black, but more than that. They were shades of red deep inside the black. He leaned forward and whispered something to me, but I couldn't understand the words. I was too focused on his eyes. He let me go with an evil smirk and ran. I quickly shook my head.
"Emily! Now!" Bobby yelled.
"Dean! Dean lets go!" Sam yelled as well, I ran for the car.
"Dean! Come on!" I yelled, seeing what he was doing. He's fighting dangerously. Acting like he's got nothing to lose.
He finally broke away from the fight and dived in the passenger window.
"Go go go go go go!" He yelled. Sam slammed it in reverse and I leaned forward over the seat and grabbed Dean's jacket to make sure he didn't fall out the window since half his body was flailing out of it. We rushed back to Tamara's, one black eyed bastard in tow in the trunk.
For some reason that made me angry… Tamara crying… made me angry. Being shoved in the backseat. Everything just made me angry. Dean's wreckless fighting. Sam's careful driving. Geez I just want to punch someone!
We finally made it back to Tamara's and I practically ran from the crowded car. I beat everyone else inside and soaked in the momentary silence. The boys quickly filed in behind me with the demon and tied him up, next were Tamara and Bobby. Tamara screaming about something.
" ... And I say we're going back – now!" She yelled.
"Just hold on a second!" Sam yelled back at her.
"I left my husband bloody on the floor!" She said angrily.
"Okay, I understand that, but we can't go back."
"Fine. Then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar."
"Good riddance." I said with an eye roll, Sam tapped my shoulder and shot me a disapproving look. I flipped him off.
"I'll go with her." Dean said stepping up.
"Oh of course you fucking will! Cause that's only the worst fucking decision you could make right now. Sounds like a Dean Winchester move to me!" I yelled.
"Emily! Knock it off… It's suicide, Dean!" Sam said.
"So what? I'm dead already!" Dean yelled back.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said pushing around Sam and going toe to toe with Dean. "You're gonna throw away your year over some dumb bitch and her cocky husband?!" I yelled. The room around us began to rumble, everything on the tables and shelves shook, things slowly falling off.
"Emily… calm down." Sam said from behind me but I ignored him.
"I mean do you want to get away from us that bad? Do you wanna die that bad?!" I yelled. I walked forward, and for every step I took, Dean took one back until I had him backed against the wall.
"Emily Anne!" Bobby yelled at me, I flipped my head to the side. "Outside! Now!" He screamed pointing towards the door. I huffed and turned, kicking the door open on my way out.
I walked towards the impala, but quickly sensed I wasn't alone out here… someone's watching me. Someone's close… too close. I carefully looked around.
"Show yourself." I demanded. Out of the shadow stepped the same man from the bar. The one with those eyes.
"Hello."
"What do you want?"
"Oh darling I have what I want… what is it that you want? What can I do for you?"
"Fuck off and die."
"Ouch, that hurts." He pretended to pout.
"I happen to know that you're feeling… a little angry. Maybe at a certain brother? One who made a deal with a certain devil?"
"What's it to ya?"
"Doesn't it just make you so mad… the way he abandoned you. The way he chose Sam over you. Does your blood boil at the thought of it?"
As he spoke I felt my body heating up. As if someone set fire to my veins. The wind around me picked up fiercely and blew my hair across my face. I kept my eyes glued to the man in front of me, never showing weakness, just like dear old dad taught me.
"Don't you wanna do something to make him feel the same pain you do? Does he not deserve to hurt in the way that you hurt?"
"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?"
He gave me a coy grin.
(Dean's POV)
"Man. What crawled up her ass?" I asked as the door slammed shut behind Em. Bobby shook his head at me.
"You idjit."
"Can we go already?!" Tamara yelled.
"How you gonna kill 'em? Can't shoot 'em. You can't stab 'em. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!" Sam told her.
"I don't care!"
"We don't even know how many of them there are!"
" Yeah, we do. There's seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?" Bobby said angrily.
"No. Who?" I asked.
"The seven deadly sins, live and in the flesh!"
Ha… seven. I gave a grin and looked up to Bobby.
"What's in the box?" I pretended to yell. There was an awkward silence as no one got my movie reference. "Brad Pitt? …Se7en? No?" No one seemed amused. I quickly coughed and looked away. Bobby tossed me a book. "What's this?"
"Binsfeld's Classification of Demons. In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins – not just as human vices but as actual devils."
"The family – they were touched by Sloth. And the shopper..." Sam said.
"That's Envy's doing – the customer we got in the next room. I couldn't suss it out at first, until Isaac. He was touched with an awful Gluttony."
"I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!" Tamara yelled with tears in her eyes. I felt bad for her. She's just in pain… she wants revenge. Revenge is something I know all too well of.
"We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval, Dark Ages! We've never faced anything close to this! So we are gonna take a breath..." Bobby paused before shouting loudly. "And figure out what our next move is!"
Damn there's a lot of yelling going on in this house tonight…
"I am sorry for your loss." Bobby said to her quietly after their intense stare down. Tamara grew even more emotional and left the room.
"Well… after you." I said to Sam pointing to the room where the demon is being held.
"So you know who I am, huh?" Envy chuckled from the chair he was bound to.
"We do. We're not impressed." Bobby sighed.
"Why are you here? What are you after?" Sam asked him. The demon gave him no answer.
"He asked you a question. What do you want?" I said kicking the corner of his chair. He chuckled at me condescendingly so I opened up my flask and splashed him with holy water. He cried out in pain, I grinned.
"We already have…" he panted. "What we want."
"What's that?"
"We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many. So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."
"Fun?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides ... on their outside."
"I'm gonna put you down like a dog." Tamara said to him coming into the room.
"Please." He laughed. "You really think you're better than me? Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a, a walking billboard of gluttony and lust. And Tamara. All that wrath. Oohh. It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to ... drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago. But really… the most fun one has already been claimed." He grinned viciously.
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked him.
"Tamara over there, she's got some anger issues. Its powerful… but sweet little baby Winchester. She's feeding off of pain. Writhing in guilt. And my the FEAR rolling off of her, you can smell it like perfume. She's the perfect specimen."
"For what?!" Sam asked angrily. I can see him and Bobby growing nervous. I feel this sickening… pull. In my gut. Somethings wrong.
"For becoming one of us. She practically fell into wrath's hands. Agreed to drive away into the sunset. He didn't even have to beg. He's never wanted something so bad in his life." He laughed after seeing me go pale in the face.
"You son of a bitch!" I said dousing him with more holy water.
"Sam! Go find her!" I yelled. He and Bobby ran outside.
"Tamara, send this bastard back to hell." I said. I watched his cocky grin turn into a face full of terror.
"My pleasure" She smiled as she read off the words, I ran outside to meet Bobby and Sam.
"Emily!" Sam yelled. "Emily! Where are you!"
"Sam! Where the hell is she?!"
"I don't know Dean!"
"Okay… calm down and think for a minute. Wrath has her, if he's wanting to use her. He hasn't killed her. Not yet anyways. So right now, we stick to the plan… they're coming here. For us. For their little friend in there. I'll bet you anything, they're gonna use her as a bargaining ticket. We wait here until she comes to us." Bobby demanded, seeing the need to get her back in mine and Sam's eyes.
"Bobby… they have Emily. We can't just stand here. We don't know what the hell they're doing to her! She's there with Lust, wrath, I mean… God knows what they're capable of!" Sam yelled.
"He's right Bobby. We can't just stand here and wait!" I demanded.
"We can! And we will! End of discussion." He yelled in my face.
"Dammit!" I yelled stalking back to the house… I've gotta get her back.
"Dean. Do you really think she went willingly?" Sam asked catching up to me.
"I don't know man… You saw her when we got back… I think wrath must've touched her at the bar. She's not thinking man, she's under some kinda spell or something."
"Dean what the hell are we gonna do?"
"We're gonna get her back." I told him determined.
4 hours.
4 long quiet hours we've been waiting for them to come back. Its just after sunrise now… we've been up all night. Weapons are prepped. Traps set in the house. We're just waiting for the ambush now.
"Dean. We're seriously outnumbered here." Sam sighed.
"Yep." I agreed. "And if they've got Emily on their side, there's no telling what she's capable of."
"Yeah. Don't remind me." He laughed dryly.
"Dean, do you think Dad knew she would be in danger like this? I mean. You heard Envy, he made it out to be like the demons are intrigued by her, they want her. What if they're not the only demons who want her."
"Then we deal with it Sam. Emily would never work with demons in her right mind. This is like an exception, she's just… not thinking clearly."
"She's gotta face all this shit. Letting her walk around trying to pretend she's fine. That's what made her pop on their radar. She's gotta get under control."
"You know she talked to me a little last night…"
"Oh yeah?" Sam asked surprised.
"Yeah man, surprised me too."
"What'd she say?"
"She said she feels like she's being asked to choose between us. That by being happy you're alive, or upset that I'm dying. She's picking a side. That she feels guilty."
"Man, where does she come up with that shit? We would never think that." Sam said shaking his head.
"I don't know man, I don't try to understand the inner workings of the mind of chicks. That's your department."
Sam rolled his eyes at me.
There was the sound of something being knocked over outside the window.
"Sounds like the party is here." I said standing, we joined Tamara and Bobby in the main room.
I looked at the wrecked emotional Tamara with the shotgun in her hand, I stepped forward and tapped her shoulder. She turned to look at me curiously.
"Don't shoot my sister." I warned, she stared at me for a moment before nodding.
I heard footsteps walk up to the door, then calm knocking.
"Its me. Open up." Emily's voice called from the other side.
I looked at Bobby nervously, he contemplated and then nodded. Tamara pulled open the door and Emily stood on the steps, smiling.
"Emily, are you okay?" Sam asked walking towards her.
"Who me? I'm great." She said with a careless shrug.
"You know I got in that car with the intent of killing him… killing them all, but the more he talked. I just… wanted to hear his side. Hear what it was he really wanted. His plans. Honestly I was bored at first. But then he said something that caught my attention."
"What was that?" Bobby asked her.
"He asked me why I deserved to feel the way I did… what had I done? Then I realized. Its not me who deserves this…" Her smile slowly fell and she narrowed her eyes on me. "Its you."
Before I knew what was happening all the glass on the shelves around us burst, causing us all to jump. Emily stepped into the doorway and broke the salt line, leaving us exposed.
"I shouldn't be the one in pain… I shouldn't be the one having nightmares about hellhounds!" She screamed walking towards me.
"Emily! Stop!" Bobby yelled, with the flick of her hand he flew against the wall, Tamara rushed to his side.
"I made them promise… they won't come in here, not without my say so. And I say this is between you and me." She said walking towards me.
"Emily, don't make me hurt you. Please babygirl… snap out of this. This demon's in your head! He's just using you! Playing you for his own benefit!"
"Why do you want to leave me?!" She screamed. The windows on the house shattered.
"Emily please, listen to me." Sam said stepping in front of her. "This isn't you. This is them, this is what THEY want. This isn't what you want… please. You've got to stop!"
"No!" She yelled and threw him out from in front of her. Leaving only her and I.
"Fine! You want to hurt me so bad then do it! C'mon! I don't think you've got it in you! You gonna kill your own brother?"
"Maybe I will!" She screamed with tears running down her cheeks. She lifted her hand and I was thrown against the wall behind me, she had me pinned, getting closer, ever step she took tightened the feeling around my throat.
"Emily! Don't do this!" I heard Sam Yell. But she was focused only on me.
"Emily… Please." I strained to get the words past my mouth. "I.. I-I love you."
My vision began to blur, but I could swear I saw something in her face falter. I saw my Emily.
Without warning I was dropped to the ground, dizzy and groggy. I saw dark figures flood in the doorway and fighting broke out. But the only thing I could try and focus on was Emily, on her hands and knees, standing over me crying.
"I'm sorry! Dean I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it! I'm so sorry!" She sobbed.
"Emily…" I whispered. "Demons.. Sam." My blurry vision focused only for a second, she turned her body and stood.
"Stop!" She yelled, when she raised her hands the people in the room all began to fall to their knees. Holding their heads in pain, but I could feel nothing. As if she was shielding me from it.
My vision began to clear and I felt the strength to get to my feet return to me. I stood shakily and looked around the room, every demon. They all laid on the floor, motionless. Sam, Bobby and Tamara stood in awe. Looking between the bodies on the floor and Emily. She stood in the center of the room, shaking like a leaf, I could tell from behind that she was crying still. She slowly turned to face me, blood dripping from her nose. She reached up to touch it, then she looked at me. Eyes full of fear, confusion.
"Dean?" She whispered.
I rushed to her and grabbed the closes thing resembling a rag, holding it to her face as she fell to pieces in my arms. "Shh.. shhh. Its okay. Its okay its over babygirl… its over." I shushed her. I met eyes with Sam who was staring at the door as if he'd seen a ghost. He turned to me and shook his head. I looked over to Bobby and Tamara. I think we were all unsure of what happens next. All that matters is this girl in my arms the sasquatch in the corner, and the old man by the front door. As long as they're all alive, we're gonna be okay. We're okay.
(Emily's POV)
Well… Dean's not the only person who's fucked up now.
I killed them… all of them. The demons were smoked back to hell, but the vessels, the meat suits. They're all dead. Because of me. Dean carried me out of the room, cleaned me up, without a word. Sam were Bobby and Tamara dragged the bodies out. Getting them ready to salt and burn, Tamara built a separate place for Isaac's body. They had possessed him as well.
Although I'm not sure you can call what I was possessed. The actions, the thoughts, the feelings. They were mine… just intensified by 100. I was angry at Dean, angry that I was in pain and he wasn't. That he would leave me, all of it. But never in a million years would I have wanted to hurt him. Or Sam and Bobby… but I succeeded in doing all 3. I almost killed my brother, I almost killed the man who raised me.
What the hell is wrong with me.
I told Sam and Dean I wanted to be alone, so I'm sitting in the impala. I can't bear to look at anyone right now. I know what they're all thinking. I could see it on their face. They were afraid of me…
(Sam's POV)
"Well Boys… I think this has left me with more questions than answers." Bobby said walking up to Dean and I.
"Yeah, well, if you want a troubling question, I got one for you." I said with a chipper tone.
"What's that?" Dean asked.
"If we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?"
There was a long pause between us all.
"You're right. That is troubling." Dean finally answered. Bobby nodded.
"Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same." Bobby said turning towards the car.
"You got it."
"Wait, Bobby. We can win this war. Right?" I asked causing him to stop and turn, he didn't answer me.
"Catch you on the next one." He said before leaving.
Well… That was comforting.
"So, where to?" Dean asked me.
"Uh, I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana maybe."
"Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it? Although Em does love Cajun food. Could cheer her up a little."
"Yeah. Listen, I was talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your – with your demon deal."
"Nah." Dean shook his head nonchalantly.
"Nah? What does that mean,nah?" I asked confused. I figured he'd jump at this.
"Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal, all right? It's a goose chase."
"Yeah, but we don't know that, Dean—"
"Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help." Dean cut me off.
"Look, it's worth—"
"We're not going, and that's that! What about Reno, huh?" He said turning to walk away, I grabbed his arm and forced him to face me.
"You know what? I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and ... I don't care anymore. Emily isn't the only one still angry about all this."
"That didn't last long." He mumbled.
"Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, me and Emily both Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?"
"No, it's not like that."
"Then what's it like, Dean?"
"Sam—"
"No. Please, tell me." I insisted.
"We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? You die. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me god, I'm gonna stop you. Emily too."
"How could you make that deal, Dean?" I asked angrily.
"Cause I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it."
"So, what, now I live and you die?"
"That's the general idea, yeah."
"Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted, and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. You've thrown Emily's whole life down the drain. What you did was selfish!"
"Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that."
"Well I'm not."
"Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled… Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. I don't know, it's like there's a, a light at the end of the tunnel. And I hate that I'm leaving you and Em. I really do. I hate to leave her. But I had no other choice."
"That light… It's hellfire, Dean."
"Whatever. You're alive, I feel good – for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, Sam. I'd like to make the most of it. I'd like to help Emily get through this while I still can. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?"
"You're unbelievable. If Emily felt like she was forced to choose before she's definitely gonna feel that way now Dean… she's been buried in books, trying to find a way out."
"This is true… but. We'll figure it out."
"How?"
"I don't know… but we gotta start somewhere. I think we all should sit down and talk. Its time to throw it all out there. Emily, Me, You… all of us. Everyone needs to be in the know."
"Yeah. Well. Let's just check on Em for now. I'm sure she's beating herself up right now."
"Yeah. Unfortunately."
(Emily's POV)
The boys made their way into the impala. I climbed to sit between them in the front seat. I leaned into Sam and he held me close, I dozed off and the boys woke me up once we reached the motel. I went in, showered, and came out to find both of them at the table, waiting for me. This can't be good.
"Em, I think we need to talk." Sam said softly. I nodded. I owe them that after all the shit I pulled today…
I sat down and half smiled as Dean pushed a glass of whiskey towards me.
"Moved up from rootbeer have we?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.
"I think we could all use a stiff drink today." Dean smiled.
"Yeah. I think you're right about that." I said as I sipped, savoring the way it burned on the way down.
"Em, do you wanna tell us what happened today?" Sam asked.
"I umm… I don't really know what happened. I. I'm so sorry." My voice cracked on the words.
"No, kiddo. Its okay… this isn't about us getting on to you for what happened. That's not what this is. We're not mad, I'm not mad at you. I love you, and I'm worried about you. We both are. We just want you to tell us what's rattling around in that head of yours." Dean said reaching forward and holding both of my hands in one of his. I looked up to him and nodded.
"At the bar, that man… he grabbed me, and it was like. He hypnotized me or something. It was his eyes… they were black, but they weren't. I don't know how to explain it. He whispered something to me, but I couldn't even hear it. I was so focused on his eyes. And then he let go. I was… so angry. At everything, everyone. Every little thing was an outrage."
"Yeah. We caught onto that." Dean sighed.
"After Bobby sent me outside… he was there. He just… I don't know. The more he talked, it was like he put me under a spell. Every word sank in like instructions. When he asked me to come with him, I didn't even hesitate. I really did want to kill him, all of them… purely for the fact that I just wanted to hurt someone. But. I don't know. He kept talking, and the more he did, the more I wanted to do what he wanted."
"How did you snap out of it?" Sam asked. I paused and looked up to Dean.
"I realized what I was doing… that I was killing you. I just… snapped out of it." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Dean. I… I'm so sorry." I cried. "I would never want to hurt you. Ever."
"Kiddo I know that… I knew it wasn't you. It just wasn't. Its okay. But… I need to know if you honestly feel like I did what I did to get away from you."
I looked away and sighed.
"C'mon Em. This doesn't work if we're not all honest with each other." Sam pushed.
"I mean it crossed my mind… I know it doesn't make sense. I'm sure its just me being insecure."
"Damn right it is. Because that could not be farther from the truth. I want you to hear me loud and clear." He moved his chair closer to mine. "I made the decision I did, to get Sam back, for both of us… I couldn't stand the thought of you or me living without him. I admit it… I didn't fully take in the consequences of leaving you and Sammy. And I hate that part of this. I do. More than anything… but I would never trade what I did, because nothing beats having you and Sammy alive and breathing."
I nodded my head, biting back the tears.
"Okay. Next order of business… you've gotta stop trying to save me."
"Wait what?" I said looking between Sam and Dean. Sam looked frustrated.
"When I made the deal, the demon made it clear that if anyone tries poking it with a stick, Sammy dies."
"…How could you not tell us that?!" I asked angrily.
"I am telling you, and I'm dead serious when I say it. You have to stop."
"So what do am I supposed to do? Stand by and let this happen?" I asked confused.
"That's exactly what you do… or Sam dies."
"Dean… stop. That's not fair. Because I'm still going to at least explore options. Don't scare her out of helping me like that. Its not right."
"Sam, don't you get it?! You could DIE!"
"So could you Dean!" Sam screamed back.
"Stop! Please… I. I can't take anymore yelling today." I said slamming my hand on the table. They both looked at me. "Please… just. Revisit this later."
"Fine." Dean and Sam sighed at the same time.
"…What are we gonna do about my… abilities." I asked barely above a whisper, looking down at the whiskey again.
"Well, we know they're tied to your emotions. I think we can safely say that it's a bad idea for you to bite those back. If you're upset. Tell us, if you're mad. Say so… cause honestly Em. Until we learn more about controlling it. Our best shot is to keep you calm."
"…And the people I killed? What do we do about that? They had families Sam. They had people who loved them, and I killed them."
"No, Emily… Demons killed them. Demons destroy human hosts. Those people were probably dead from the get go. Do not lay that on your conscious. You saved us, Me, Sam, Bobby… we were outnumbered and outgunned. We could have all died if you hadn't done what you did. So don't let that eat at you."
"Dean. I'm dangerous."
"No you're not. Your scared, and its okay to be scared. This is new for all of us… none of us really know what to do here."
"So what then? We walk around and hope I don't kill someone else?"
"Emily stop… we're gonna help you every step of the way with this. Okay? You're not alone. We won't let you face this alone. We will figure it out, and we will learn to handle it." Sam said confidently.
"Can we go to bed now?" I asked sniffling.
"Umm, you go ahead kiddo. I think me and Sam are gonna talk awhile more." Dean said hesitantly.
"About what?" I asked confused. Dean looked up to me and he didn't have to even say the words… He's gonna tell him.
"Oh." I breathed.
"We can wait till you're asleep kiddo. That way you don't have to be part of this, I can tell him." Dean assured me. I stared at him for a minute. He was watching me carefully, assessing my reaction. I told him weeks ago that I was okay with telling Sam. I had totally forgot about it all.
"No… Um. Its okay." I looked to Sam. "You told me I could wait until I was ready to for you to know…"
I took a deep breath and downed the rest of my whiskey.
"I'm ready."
PS: I just finished this and have to get to bed because I have work at 6am so I didn't proofread the last half of this… I hope its okay and doesn't run together too much, but I work the next 3 days in a row and didn't want you guys to have to wait that long for the next chapter! Let me know if there is something that needs to be fixed and I apologize if its sloppy at all! Love you guys! Please review and tell me what you think!