Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry it took a while to update, I've picked up some extra shifts, I'm hoping to buy a ticket for SPNCON in Dallas this year! Ahh! I hope you guys like the twist on this chapter, and our new found friend! Let me know! Reviews push me to write better and more often! Also….. I'm fiddling with the idea of a second story, this one wouldn't be a sisfic, and it would be with the current seasons and not start back at the beginning, actually, I'm thinking its not gonna really follow the story line at all, but more like become its own story line… I have some great ideas bursting in my head. Scenes I'd love to write, a new character I'd love to show to you guys. I don't know. I don't want to push this story aside, so I don't know if I want to tackle two at once. Just thought I'd get everyone's opinion. Thanks so much to Ladysunshine6 for always pushing and encouraging me! You are an amazing person. AKF!
Disclaimer: I think I've been forgetting to add these, but in ALL of my chapters past present and future, I do not own Sam, Dean, or any of the supernatural storylines/characters. I do however own my Emily.
I tapped my foot over and over and over again rapidly… trying to settle my nerves. Dammit I wish they'd just shut up… they're so loud I can hear them over my music.
"I don't understand, Dean. Why not?" Sam said angrily.
"Because I said so."
"We got the Colt now!"
"Sam..." Dean was warning him not to keep going, but like me. Sam just doesn't know when to stop.
"We can summon the Crossroads Demon…"
Dean's voice cut in, they talked over each other getting loud and louder.
"We're not summoning anything!"
"...pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal!"
"We don't even know if that'll work!"
I already know… I've already done it…
"Well then we'll just shoot her! If she dies then the deal goes away!"
"We don't know if that'll work either, Sam! All you're pitching me right now is a bunch of "ifs" and "maybes" and that's not good enough, because if we screw with this deal, you die!"
"And if we don't screw with it, you die!"
"Sam, enough! I am not going to have this conversation."
"Why, because you said so?"
"YES, BECAUSE I SAID SO!" Dean screamed.
"Well you're not Dad!"
"OH MY GOD THAT'S IT! BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
They both scoffed, and stared at each other.
"No, but I am the oldest. And I'm doing what's best. And you're going to let this go, you understand me?"
"DEAN! I said stop! Swap subjects! NOW."
"Tell me about the psychotic killer." Dean mumbled. Sam didn't respond." C'mon, Sam, tell me about the psychotic killer."
Sam irritably picked up the paper and began to read the words monotonously.
"Psychotic killer… rips victims apart with brute-like ferocity."
"Okay, any mention of his razor sharp teeth or his four-inch claws? Animal eyes?" Dean asked.
"No. But the lunar cycle's right. Look, if it is a werewolf we don't have long, moon's full this Friday and that's the last time it changes for a month."
"Two days, no sweat."
The car fell silent… finally. I picked up my phone and texted Sam: I already tried… summoned the demon two nights ago. It doesn't work. Nothing worked.
I hesitated over the send button… thinking long and hard about that night.
(FLASHBACK)
"Well. I gotta admit… You're not the Winchester I was expecting."
"Sorry to disappoint."
"No, its fine… had I known it was you I would've found a vessel that was more your type. I don't suppose you have a thing for brunettes with big tits."
"Not exactly, but I'll get over it."
"So what can I do for you sweet little Emily?"
I pulled the colt out, cocking it and aiming it directly at her head. She didn't even blink.
"You can beg for your life." I shrugged nonchalantly.
"We were having such a nice conversation. Then you had to go and ruin the mood. I thought you'd enjoy a little girl time, don't you get tired of being with those smelly boys all the time?"
"If I were you, I'd drop the wisecracks and start acting scared."
"It's not my style… That's not the original Colt. Where did you get that?"
"A friend." I smiled.
"Ruby. Had to be. She is such a pain in my ass."
"Well that's one thing we have in common."
"She'll get what's coming to her... you can count on it."
"So what she's on our side?" I asked, hoping to get an answer that would validate why she's helping us.
"Not a chance hunny, Ruby is on her own side." Dammit.
"Okay that's enough small talk. I came here to make you an offer."
"You're gonna make ME an offer? That's adorable." She laughed.
"You can let Dean out of his deal right now. He lives, Sam lives, I live. You live. Everyone goes home happy. Or..." I smiled tilting the gun again. "You stop breathing. Permanently."
"Oh." She laughed. "All this tough talk. I have to tell you, it's not very convincing. I mean, come on Emily. You're a wreck. I can smell it from a mile away. All that self loathing… fear… rage. You're basically held together by bandaids right now. "
"Whats your point? Don't think I'll pull the trigger?"
"No… that's not what I'm saying. I'm just saying you wreak of desperation, so I'm gonna need a little more then the threat on my life to keep me here, cause let me tell you. I got places to be."
"Fine. Take me… I'll trade him."
"Hahaha, what would I want with you?"
"I'm powerful and you know it."
"I'll tell you what I know… I know you're a wild card. You're not the one we wanted. Sam was. As far as I'm concerned you're a liability, an annoyance, but not one that I can't live with. So sorry… I'll take big brother instead. I mean have you seen him? He's delicious." She licked her lips. I had to choke back the puke that made its way up my throat.
"All right, I've had enough of your crap. You let Dean out of his deal right now." I said taking two steps towards her.
"Sorry sweetheart, but your brother's an adult. He made that deal of his own free will, fair and square. It's iron clad."
"Every deal can be broken."
"Not this one."
"What do you want?! Anything…"
"Is there anything really worth trading Dean Winchester for?"
"Tell me what you want!"
"I want Sam to step up… lead us. Get me the boy king, and I'll think about letting Dean-o live."
"He would never do that."
"Well, then I guess we're shit outta luck."
"Fine. Then I'll kill you. If you're gone, so's the deal." Its my last resort, but I'll take it.
"Guess again." She laughed.
No… no please no.
"What?" I asked, trying to force myself not to show my fear.
"I'm just a saleswoman. I got a boss like everybody. He holds the contract, not me. He wants Dean's soul, bad. And believe me. He's not going to let it go. Not even for you."
"You're bluffing." I demanded. Feeling every inch of hope I had tucked away slip from my fingertips. This was supposed to work. Dammit! I need this to work!
"Am I? Shoot me, if it'll get you off. But the deal still holds, and when Dean's time is up, he's getting dragged into the pit by hounds… they'll rip him apart while he screams your name."
"Shut up!" I yelled, the ground beneath us shook slightly. "Who's your boss?! Who holds the contract?"
"He's not as cuddly as me, I can tell you that."
"I said who is it?" I growled.
"I can't tell you. I'm sorry Emily. But there's no way outta this one. Not this time."
For a second she looked genuinely sorry.
"Can you give him more time?" I whispered, feeling a tear fall down my face.
"No. Its out of my hands… don't shoot the messenger."
I lowered the gun slowly. Feeling myself slowly losing control. I looked down and away from her.
"You made this deal with him… didn't you? You were there?"
"I was."
"Then this is partially your fault." I whispered.
"Hey, your brother made the deal. I just carried the papers."
I felt it bubbling up… the power. The anger... The ground around us shook, trees blowing in the wind that appeared out of nowhere.
"What the hell is this?" She asked nervously.
"You… you did this. You sealed the deal." I said lifting my hand, as I did her body lifted up and off the ground, choking.
"P-ple-please." She gasped. With the twist of my hand I watched the life fade out of her body before it fell to the ground. I walked over and kneeled over her body.
"You. You are the one who made this deal possible. You are the one allowed this. Never again."
I stood and walked back to the impala, letting my anger overshadow the guilt that pulled at me for killing the innocent women locked away while the demon controlled her body. But I couldn't just let her go. Couldn't let her get away with it.
(Present time)
I swallowed and sighed… pushing the green button that read "send."
I could hear Sam's phone buzz from the backseat. I sat there. Waiting for him to read it. When he finished his eyes shot to the mirror, meeting mine. Looking… pissed. Disappointed. Scared.
Sorry to ruin your fun there Sammy. But it didn't work… he looked down and my phone buzzed moments later.
Sam: We need to talk, asap.
Grrrreat.
We drove for a couple more hours before we came to a gas station and Dean ran in to pay for gas.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam spun in his seat.
"What? Like you weren't gonna summon the demon anyways? Even though Dean told you not to."
"Of course I was! But do you realize how stupid it was for you to be alone out there?! Facing her on your own is an unnecessary risk! I can't believe you did that."
"Well I did! I had to do something okay?! I had to know. It was the only shot we had right now and I had to take it! So I did!"
"Dammit Emily! You can't do shit like that on your own!"
"Why?! I'm still here and she's dead! So I'd say I handled myself just fine!"
"She's dead?... and it didn't break the deal?"
"No." I whispered. "She said she had a boss. That he holds the contract and that he wants Dean. Bad."
"Well who is he?"
"I don't know… she wouldn't say."
"So you killed her? Emily we could have used her!"
"YES! I killed her okay?! I lost my temper and killed her Sam! Sue me!"
"Dammit…" He groaned turning around. "Did she say anything else? Did you find out anything useful?"
Other than the fact that they want you to step up and be their leader?
"No." I lied. I'm already trying to save one brother. I'm not going to let the other offer himself to the darkside to be their ruler.
"Don't tell Dean." Sam said as we watched him walk back towards the car.
"No shit Sherlock… stop arguing with him. I can't take it anymore."
"Fine. Now shut up." Sam said just a tenth of a second before Dean opened the door and climbed in, a bag of M&Ms in his hand. He immediately took in the tension between Sam and I.
"Lover's quarrel?" He asked sarcastically.
"Your disgusting." I groaned. "Just get us to the motel before midnight please?"
He rolled his eyes at me and cranked the radio before pulling out again. Let me tell you. Riding in the car with one grumpy Winchester makes for a bad day. Riding in the car with 2/3 grumpy Winchesters… I'd rather take a 12 hour ride with a ghoul trying to eat me the entire time.
After another gruuuueling 4 hours we made it town and checked into the motel to change before heading over to the hospital to speak with the only surviving vic. I popped on my pencil skirt and reapplied some mascara, popping on my fake glasses for the added professional pop, plus the rims hide some of the darkness that has permanently made its way under my eyes. I wish I could tell you my sleeping habits had improved from my confession but they haven't. I still have the same dream every few days. Even when I don't have it. I'm restless… watching. Waiting… counting hours out of the day. Feeling like we're running out of time.
"Em, lets go!" Dean said pounding on the bathroom door. I huffed and gave up on trying to brighten my face.
"In a rush?" I asked as I opened the door.
"No, but I'm hungry. The sooner we talk to this guy the sooner I can eat." He smiled, trying to bump me out of my foul mood. I rolled my eyes and walked past him.
"I'm Detective Plant, this is Detective Page, we're with the County Sheriff's Department. Our intern Ms. Hall will be observing with us today." Dean said introducing us to the vic, Kyle.
"Yeah, uh, I've been expecting you."
"You have?"
"All morning. You are the sketch artists, right?"
"...uh." Sam stuttered looking at Dean, who also froze.
"Absolutely." I smiled.
"Yeah." Sam added quietly.
"Yeah. That is exactly who my partner is. The things he can do with a pen." Dean chuckled. "But listen before we get started on that, I wanted to ask you, uh, how'd you get away?"
"I– I have no idea. I was hiding, and he found me. He was coming right for me and then he just ... stopped. Staring at me with this blank look. And after that he just took off running."
"Um, Det. Page, shouldn't we start on the sketch? I know we have a very busy day ahead." I added sheepishly. Sam shot me a death glare while Dean had to bite his tongue not to laugh.
"Of course." Sam said with a too tight smile before turning to Kyle. "Um, I'm going to need as much physical detail as you can remember." He said grabbing a small notebook and his pen.
"Uh yeah. Uh, he's about six feet tall... Dark hair ..."
"Uhm, what, what about his eyes, what color eyes did he have?" Sam asked.
"Maybe….blue?"
Sam looked at him questioningly at his hesitance.
"It was dark." He mumbled.
Did they seem... Uh, animal-ish?" Dean asked carefully.
"Excuse me?"
"What about his teeth? You notice anything ... strange about 'em?" I asked.
"No, they were just teeth."
"How about his fingernails?"
"OK look he- he's just a- a normal guy, with normal eyes a-a-a-and teeth and fingernails!" Kyle said getting frustrated.
"Look sir, it's okay if-" Sam began to comfort him, but the guy snapped.
"No. No. Those were my brothers. This guy, he- he killed my brothers. How would you feel?"
"I Can't imagine anything worse." Sam said softly… his words resonated to my core. There is nothing worse. I promise. Dean glanced at me… my anger began to fade. Being replaced with heartbreaking pain. I had to pull away from them. I stepped forward towards the bed.
"I know this isn't easy but if you could remember any more details..." I whispered. Holding the man's hand. He looked at me before answering.
"Th-there was one more thing he had a- a tattoo on his arm of a cartoon character. Umm... it's, uh, it's the guy who's chasing the Roadrunner—"
"Wile E. Coyote!" Dean said excitedly.
"Yeah, that's it." Kyle nodded.
"Kyle?" A voice behind us called. We all turned to look at the tall man.
"Dr. Garrison." Kyle nodded.
"How you holding up?"
"Okay, considering."
"You're Kyle's Doctor?" Dean asked.
"Yes?"
"Can I just ask you a few questions?" Dean said holding up his badge.
I stood behind Sam and attempted to eavesdrop on Dean and the doc… which failed. Sam and I finished up with Kyle and on Dean's nod met him in the hallway and walked outside.
As we walked out I caught a glimpse of Sam's drawing.
"Boy, this is a piece of, uh, art. Really." I giggled tapping the notebook in his hand.
"Yeah, like you could've done any better." Sam snapped putting the notebook away.
"So what did the Doc have to say about Kyle's brothers?" I turned and asked Dean.
"Not much, they were D.O.A. at the scene. He did give me the lowdown on the coroner's report."
"Lemme guess, their hearts were missing." Sam said.
"Nope. But chunks of their kidneys, lungs and intestines were."
"That's just gross." I whined crinkling my nose as we walked back through the parking lot to Baby.
"Yeah, also definitely not werewolf behavior."
Before stepping into the car something caught my attention. My breath caught in my throat. No. Fucking. Way.
"Em what are you waiting for?" Sam asked from the front seat.
"I'll be right back." I said closing the door and walking across the parking lot. I'm not fixing to have a stalker. Better to cut this shit short now.
"HEY!" I yelled, familiar green eyes turned and met mine. He stopped walking and smiled. Damn that smile… at least he was a hot stalker.
"Emily? Right?" He asked, his leather jacket slightly hanging off one shoulder as he turned to face me. Damn… he was hot. He looked even better in the daylight then he did in the bar. His eyes caught the sun and his dark hair had the lightest hint of red at the tips when the light was behind him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I growled, crossing my arms.
"Um, I'm not sure you'd believe me." He said smirking.
"Look if you think that you're cute following me around state to state you're not. You're fucking creepy."
He laughed.
"Seriously? You think I'm here for you?"
"Well I don't believe in coincidences…"
"Fine. I'm working."
"Oh and what is it you do?"
"I'm a hunter."
My mouth opened to reply but stopped… unsure of what to say.
"This guy giving you problems kiddo?" Dean asked coming up behind me. Sam behind him.
"No. Go back to the car." I said turning to him.
"Hi, I'm Judson. I've heard a lot about you guys." Judson said reaching out to shake Dean and Sam's hands. I scoffed.
"Oh so you think you know us?"
"Well I wasn't positive at the bar that night but I'm pretty sure I'm in the company of the famous Winchester siblings. Hunters talk."
"I'm sorry did you say the bar? What bar?" Dean asked confused.
"This is the guy form the bar?" Sam said turning to me, putting on his angry brother face. Shit.
"Wait what does he know that I don't?" Dean asked me.
"Nothing! Just go back to the car. Both of you!" I yelled. "And you! We're working the case in this town, so feel free to move on."
"Eh, I think I'll take a look for myself before I go. I mean I drove all the way up here. I'd hate to leave so soon."
"And what exactly is your cover? Local douchebag?"
"Press." He smiled holding up a camera and notepad.
"Oh please." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Just… do what you gotta do and skip town. We don't need amateurs in our way."
I turned and walked back to the impala, Sam and Dean behind me.
I got in the back seat and slammed the door, Judson watched until we were pulling out of the parking lot, he smiled at me one more time before walking back towards the hospital.
"What a fucking joke." I mumbled.
"What the hell was that Em? You know that guy?" Dean asked.
"That's the guy that upset her at the bar a couple weeks ago, last time she sang." Sam answered for me.
"Ohhh. What the hell is he doing? Following you around?"
"I don't know Dean. I guess he's a hunter."
"Well I'm calling Bobby."
Dean drove us back to the motel and went outside to call Bobby while Sam and I pulled all the take out boxes out of the bags. Chinese. Yum.
"You know you coulda just asked Dean to kick his ass. He wouldn't have hesitated."
"I know Sammy. I just. Don't want to be the little girl that couldn't stand up for herself. He was an ass. I can handle someone being an ass."
"Well you know we'll get rid of him if we need to. I'm not gonna have some guy following you around, hunter or not."
"I doubt he's really a hunter. Probably some guy who got an adrenaline run from his first ghost kill… he won't last a year on the job."
"Sad but true." Sam sighed.
"Amateurs… always in the damn way."
"So." Dean said coming through the door. "Turns out the kid is a hunter, been one for a while, his uncle got him into the job. Bobby said he's met him a time or two, didn't have a bad thing to say."
"Dammit." I sighed.
"Want me to kick his ass?" Dean asked stuffing his face. I chuckled.
"No thanks De. I can handle this one."
We didn't even get to finish our lunch before the police scanner went off… new vics. Go time.
We headed back to the hospital, I didn't see Judson anywhere around thankfully. This time the vics were a married couple. Husbands dead, wife survived.
"Please, please." We heard the woman cry as we came around the corner to her room.
"Shh. Hey, we need to observe you while the drugs still might be in your system." Dr. Garrison told her.
"I have to go. I have things to do, arrangements I need to make!"
"It can wait. Now you need to rest. Stay. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Detectives." Dr. Garrison sighed as he met us in the doorway. "What the hell is going on here? My whole town is going insane."
"We'll let you know as soon as we do." Sam said sympathetically.
"Miss Watson? Hi. We just need to ask you a few questions." Dean said entering the room. Producing a badge, as did Sam and I.
"Do we have to go over this again? Now?"
"We'll try to be brief. Miss Watson, can you tell us how you got away?"
"I didn't eat as much as Ken did, so I wasn't as out of it. And, when the old woman was... carving up Ken, I shoved her, and she fell. Cracked her head on the stove…. She's dead, right? I- I killed her?"
"Do you have any idea why she'd do this to you?" Sam asked softly.
"No! One minute she was a sweet old lady and the next she was, like, a monster."
"Can you remember anything else?"
"Um, yeah. Did you find a little girl there, by any chance?"
"A ... little girl? At the house?" I repeated confused.
"I thought I saw her outside the window. She, she just disappeared. Just vanished, into thin air…." She paused as we looked between each other. "It m-must've been the drugs."
"We believe you." I whispered. "This disappearing girl — what, what'd what did she look like?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes. Every detail matters."
"She had this dark, dark hair and really pale skin. She was around eight. She was a beautiful child. It was... odd to see her in the middle of something so horrible."
"Thank you for speaking with us, I'm so sorry for your loss." I told her before we left.
We immediately made our way over to the cabin in the woods, having to park Baby a mile away and trek through the woods to find it.
"So sad… another mile and they would have hit the road and could be home having dinner tonight." I mused.
"Things happen Em. People die." Sam sighed.
"Yeah. Guess so."
"Just look at it like job security." Dean shrugged. I rolled my eyes and followed them as we came upon the small homey house. It was pretty and quaint. Hidden from the rest of the town, this old lady must really have liked being alone. Course if I was a crazy cannibal I probably wouldn't want to live in the middle of town either. People could hear the screams.
"Well, there's no sulfur anywhere. How about the EMF?" I asked walking around the inside of the living room.
"Yeah, it's going nuts. When I went over here by the window ..." Sam walked back to it. The EMF went crazy. "There's definitely been a spirit here."
"Who stood outside the crime scene and watched." Dean stated.
"Looks like." Sam answered.
"What the hell do you make of that?"
"Actually I do have a theory. Uh, sort of."
"Hit me." I said jumping up on the counter and swinging my legs.
"Fairytales. Right?" A voice called from the doorway, Sam and Dean both swung around, guns aimed. "Whoa. Sorry… didn't mean to startle you."
"Seriously? I thought you left town." I sighed.
Judson smiled back at me.
"I thought I might could lend a hand. I mean, its not everyday someone gets the chance to hunt with the Winchesters."
"Yeah. I don't think so. Beat it." Dean said crossing his arms.
"You sure? I could come in handy." Judson said cooly. As if Dean's answer didn't matter to him one way or the other.
"He's sure. Now fuck off." I smiled. He smiled back at me and licked his lips.
"Nice to see you again Emily, maybe we'll get the chance to do this again"
He finally turned and eft.
"So. Back to your theory."
"Well… to be honest. I have been thinking fairytales. He was right."
"Oh that's — that's nice. You think about fairy tales often?"
"No, Dean, I'm talking about the murders. A guy and a girl? Hiking through the woods, an old lady tries to eat 'em? That's Hansel and Gretel. And then we got three brothers, arguing over how to build houses, attacked by the Big Bad Wolf."
"Three Little Pigs." I mused out loud.
"Yeah."
"Actually those guys were a little chubby. Well, wait, I thought those things ended with, uh, everybody living happily ever after?" Dean asked.
"No, no. Not the originals. See the Grimm Brothers' stuff was kinda the folklore of its day, full of sex, violence, cannibalism. Now, it got sanitized over the years, turned into Disney flicks and bedtime stories."
"So you think the murders are uh, what? A re-enactment? That's a little crazy."
"Crazy as what? Every day of our lives?" I asked.
"Touché."
"How's the creepy ghost girl involved?" I asked turning back to Sam.
"Uhm ... Well, she must've been here for a reason. I'm willing to bet you top dollar she was at the construction site too."
"We gotta do research now, don't we?" I sighed. Sam patted me on the back and smiled.
We made our way over to the local public office, the library, etc. I hate the research part. I much rather the action part. Guess that's the Dean part of me coming out.
I let the boys take over at the library. I sat outside on the steps. Just enjoying the peace and quiet. Its not often I get a second to just sit and relax by myself… of course it didn't last long. It always creeps into my mind. How many weeks… days… hours. I have left to save him.
The sound of the door opening caused me to jump, when I realized it was my brothers I stood.
"So?"
"Checked every record they had. Found the usual amount of violent childhood deaths for a town this size." Dean said.
"Okay." I said as we walked down the sidewalk.
"Wanna know how many how many were little girls with black hair and pale skin?"
"Zero." I guessed.
"Zero! You wanna know how many how many little girls with black hair and pale skin that have gone missing? Right again. Zip. zilch, nada. Tell me you two got something good 'cause I've totally wasted the last six hours."
"Well you ever hear of Lillian Bailey? She was a British medium from the 1930s." Sam asked.
"She got a thing for fairy tales?"
"Nah, trances. See she'd go into these unconscious states where, uhm, get this, her thoughts and actions were completely controlled by spirits."
"A ghost puppet master?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Think that's what this kid is doing? Sending wolfboy and grandma into trances, making them go kill-crazy?" Dean asked.
"Could be. You know, kinda like uh, uh, spirit hypnosis or somethin'."
"Trances I get, but fairy tale trances? That's bizarre even for us."
I stopped walking when I noticed the giant bullfrog on the path in front of us.
"Umm." I mused. The boys stopped and looked at me, then followed my gaze.
"Yeah, you're right. That's completely normal." I said shaking my head.
"All right, maybe it is fairy tales. Totally messed-up fairy tales." Dean said. Then he laughed and tapped my shoulder.
"Hey Em, go kiss it."
"Ew! Dean no! You go kiss it!"
"Hey, I'm not the one who keeps asking for a boyfriend! I'm just saying, that could be your prince charming.
"Oh fuck you." I said pushing past him and a laughing Sam.
"Hey, want me to bring him with us? Incase you change your mind!" Dean called after me. I flipped him the bird as I kept walking. I heard more laughter chide from behind me as they began walking again as well.
"Hey. Check this out." I said stopping, looking directly across the street. There was a pumpkin on the porch.
"Yeah? It's close to Halloween."
"You remember Cinderella?" I asked.
"With the pumpkin that turns into a coach, and the mice that become horses?" Sam nodded.
"Dude, could you be more gay?" Dean said mocking him. Sam shot him bitchface. "Don't answer that."
We crossed the street and picked the lock… entering the seemingly empty house.
"Well who knows, maybe you'll find your fairy godmother?" Dean said poking me with his elbow.
"Well I do have one wish." I sighed. Thankfully Dean didn't hear me. We began to search the house, but noises form the back forced us to draw our guns and regroup, moving towards its location.
"Help I'm in here!" Someone called as we got closer.
"Hey. Its okay." Sam said crouching down to the teenage blonde girl who was cuffed to the stove, looking like hell.
"It's okay. We're here, we're here. We got you." Sam told her leaning down to pick the locks.
"You have to help me. She's a lunatic." The girl cried.
"What happened?" I asked her.
"My step mom, she just freaked out, screamed at me, beat me. Chained me up."
"Where is she now?"
"I don't know."
"Sam. Em." Dean said. Looking down the hall. Standing in it was the little girl, she turned and walked away. I jumped up. Get the girl loose, I'll be right back.
"Emily be careful!" Dean called after me. I waved him off. Walking down the hall until I saw her in the living room. She moved again and walked out the front door. I followed. Once outside I saw her in the yard, walking around the side of the house. I continued to pursue her until she was stopped by the fence.
"Who are you?" I asked softly. She flickered and then disappeared. I shook my head and sighed. Turning to go back in, but as I turned I came face to face with a tall man, dark hair and eyes, and a Wyle Cyote tattoo on his arm. I moved to lift my gun, but he was faster. He clamped his hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream. I smelt the sickly sweet strong chemical make its way through my airway, and then there was nothing.
(DEANS POV)
"Alright, call an ambulance, I'm gonna go catch up with Em. See what she found."
"Okay." Sam agreed pulling out his phone as we sat the girl on the couch, she was weak and injured, but would easily survive.
I wondered through the house.
"Em? Emily?... Come on kiddo where'd you go?"
I got no reply. I noticed the door was swung open and followed it outside.
"Emily!" I called, and waited. But there was no response. Something in me felt wrong…
"Em!" I said a little more angrily. Feeling panic make its way up my spine, one bone at a time. Crippling my senses. I darted down the stairs, looking frantically for her. Nothing. I ran around the side of the house and paused. Her gun, laying in the grass. Next to it was an apple… no dammit!
"Sam!" I called running back towards the house, her gun in my hand. "Sammy!"
He was out the door by the time I made it back to the porch.
"She's gone!" I said holding up her gun.
"What?! How?" Sam asked his eyes going wide.
"I don't know! She was right behind the girl and now they're both just gone!"
"Okay well I doubt that little girl took her… Emily would've gotten away from her. So… so. So. It's gotta be someone in a trance. Someone being controlled by the ghost. A-a-a fairytale story."
"Which one Sam?!"
"How am I supposed to know that Dean! Was there anything else?"
"Um.. an apple?"
"An apple… like in snow white?"
"I don't know Sam! I only ever saw the porn version! I wasn't paying attention to the fruit!"
"Dammit Dean! Calm down now! Or we're not gonna find her. Just. I need you to breathe. Okay? I'm scared too. But we gotta suck it up and find her."
"…We need help." I admitted. I pulled out my phone and called Bobby.
"Hello?"
"Bobby."
"What's wrong boy?" He said automatically detecting the panic in my voice.
"Emilys gone… whatever's going on in this town has her. We think it's a ghost putting people under a trance. Bobby… we sent that kid off, but we could kina use all hands on deck right now."
"Yeah, you got it. I'll give him a call. Don't worry boy, she's a tough one."
"Yeah, thanks Bobby."
I snapped the phone shut.
"Lets go."
"Where Dean?"
"The motel! That guy has to know where to find us. We'll wait for him there."
Sam and I drove back to the motel and I did nothing but pace as I waited for this guy to show up. Finally someone knocked on the door. I flung to it and swung it open.
"Took you long enough." I said as he stepped in.
"Well if I remember correctly you are the one who sent me away." He replied
"Dean. Chill out." Sam warned me walking over to stand between us when he saw my temper getting ready to flare.
"Look, Judson. We're in a tight spot and was wondering if you found anything we hadn't."
"Well. What do you have?"
Sam and Judson sat down and discussed the case. Comparing notes and lore.
"So you have nothing we don't…" I sighed at the end of their conversation. "Great."
"Where's your sister? Couldn't stand that you were asking for my help?" He said cockily. I fumed.
"No dipshit. She's gone! That's why you're here!"
"Wait what? What do you mean gone? Like stormed off gone?"
"No." Sam said cutting in for me. "Like something took her gone, and we gotta figure this thing out. Fast."
"Seriously? You two let her get kidnapped?" He asked judgmentally staring between us.
"Hey! You watch it or I'll kick your ass! I said moving towards him, he didn't back down, but instead rose to meet me face to face."
"Hey! That's enough!" Sam yelled. "Look, are you gonna help us or not? Cause right now you two are bickering and wasting time!"
"Fine… what happened."
"We saw the girl, Emily went to follow her, she went outside, when I came out after her she was gone. Gun laying in the yard, with an apple next to it."
"Like snow white?" Judson asked.
"Yeah. That's what he seems to think." I said motioning to Sam.
"Hmm… so. The little girl is snow white, poisoned by the apple. Or maybe just poisoned. Forcing her to fall into a death-like sleep." Judson talked outloud.
"Like maybe comatose?" Sam asked.
"Yeah… and there's only one comatose girl in the hospital. Dr. Garrison's daughter. Callie. She's much older now though. I guess she could be appearing at the age she was when she was poisoned?"
"How do you know all that?" I asked him.
"Because I'm thorough." He shot back.
"I swear if you don't drop the attitude I'm going to beat it out of you!"
"Dean! Take a walk! Now!" Sam yelled. I turned and flew out the door. Dammit! Since when do I need some punk ass kids help to find MY sister?! I slammed my fist into the wooden post, ignoring the pain it caused to surge up my arm. I just want her back.
(Emily's POV)
"Hmmm…" I groaned, coming to. It smelt funny in here. It was dark. And dusty. I finally pried my eyes all the way open, there was a small round window up above me. I stood and looked out it. I was high… like 3 or 4 stories up. I must be in an attic of some sort… what the hell is going on?
I began to poke around, looking for flashlight or a lantern, or anything really… but kept coming up empty handed. Dammit. Footsteps caught me off guard. They were coming closer. I hid. The attic door swung open and the man who I briefly saw when he took me half entered and laid down a tray of food and a bottle of water, then he shut and relocked the door.
"The princess stuck in the damn tower." I mumbled. Catching on to exactly which fairytale I'm not officially trapped in. Fuck my life dude. Well I'm not Rapunzel with a witch for a mom, so he must be the "dragon" that the knight has to slay in order to save me.
I went over and inspected the simple turkey sandwich and apple. Too bad I haven't been hungry in weeks. I took the water bottle. Sipping from it slowly as I watched the light fade through the window and the sun grew closer to setting.
(DEANS POV)
We got to the hospital and quickly found Callie's room. In it was Dr. Garrison… reading the Grim brother's stories to her. Damn. Judson was right. It is Callie.
"So what now?" I asked, we all walked back down to the end of the hallway, away from where anyone could listen in.
"He's reading the story of the princess locked away in the tower. If I had to guess I'd say Emily is safe, she's just locked up somewhere. The dragon never actually hurts her." Sam explained. Judson nodded in agreement.
I internally relaxed, letting out a deep breath. Thank god something is going our way today.
"Someone needs to find her, someone needs to stay here and tell the doc that his little girl's killing people. She needs to be put down. " Judson explained.
"You guys stay, I'll go after Em." I quickly said.
"Wait." Judson called, I turned and faced him. "Your head isn't clear. I should go after her. You and Sam have more experience talking to people anyways."
"No. No way…" I said firmly. "She is MY responsibility. My kid sister. I'll go get her."
"Dean… maybe he's right. I could use your help here. You know Dr. Garrison isn't going to want to hear this.
"Sam! This is Emily! OUR Emily. And you trust this guy to go get her?! Protect her?"
"Well Dean… we lost her. He helped us so far. I don't see a lot of other options."
The fact that agreed with this kid just infuriated me!
"Fine! Whatever. You wanna trust him. Go ahead." I said before storming off down the halls.
I stood at the window and watched as Judson left down the elevator. Sam came to stand behind me.
"C'mon Dean. He's a smart kid… we owe him for getting us this far. I'm sure she'll back safe in your arms by tonight."
"She better be. Or I'll kill him."
(EMILYS POV)
It was almost nightfall. I was beginning to think I'd be stuck all night long, but I saw the brief shining of headlights… Oh please be Baby. But they cut off before I could get to the window and get a good look. I listened intently at the door. I could hear snoring. I assumed it was the "dragon" man. But I could have sworn I always faintly heard the sound of a door creak open.
Moments later a fight broke out.
"Dean! Sam! I'm up here!" I said banging on the door to get their attention.
"De! Please!" I said feeling the desperation showing itself in my voice. Dean has always been my knight in shining armor. Him and Sammy have always come to my rescue. I'm so sick of fighting. Of getting on each other's nerves, of tip toeing around each other because any of us could go off at any second. I just wanted my brothers to bust through that door and drive me away in the impala. I listened carefully as the fighting increased, but then stopped as a man screamed out in pain. Neither of which sounded like my brothers. I began to bang on the door again.
"De! Sammy! Let me out! De!" I heard footsteps moving rapidly towards the door, I stepped back, knowing it will swing when they kick it in. But … then I heard lock picking. Seriously? They're picking the lock instead of kicking it in? Since when?
I waited only a moment or two before it clicked and the door swung open.
"De." I said feeling tears make their way to the surface. But when it opened… I was confused.
"I think this means you have to marry me now?" Judson said smirking. I stared at him in shock… which faded quickly to disappointment. "Would you like me to carry you past the threshold my dear?" He mocked, but stopped after he saw my expression switch.
"Emily? Are you hurt?" He asked turning serious, he moved towards me. I stepped back.
"Why are you here?" I asked crossing my arms.
"Bobby called me. Said you guys needed a hand. Your brothers are at the hospital wrapping up the case."
"But why are you HERE! Dean… he stayed at the hospital?"
"Yeah bu-"
"Nevermind. Just… take me to the motel. Please." I said.
"Okay, come on." He said holding out his arm for me to walk past him and down the steps.
He walked me over to his truck… it was old like my Daddy's. Thinking of Daddy right now just adds to the flood of emotion I felt. I almost stopped, but I didn't want this asshole to see a single tear fall from my eye. So I swallowed it back down, and climbed up into his truck. The ride to the motel was silent, the radio was off. He didn't try to talk… I didn't talk. Thankfully it was short ride. When we got to the motel I quickly exited the truck, seeing the impala was already there. I turned to Judson before going up to the door.
"Thank you. For coming to get me."
"Does the knight get a kiss from his princess to be?" He teased. I scoffed.
"Why can't you just accept my gratitude and move on."
"Not my style." He winked.
I turned away from him and walked through the motel door. Sam who was sitting at the table looked up and closed his laptop, moving towards me. But a pacing Dean beat him to me. Dean wrapped both arms around me, trapping mine where they laid crossed against my chest.
"Oh thank god." He breathed. I looked down at the floor.
"Em are you okay?" Sam asked walking over. I nodded. Unable to speak. Not until Judson left. He was currently standing in the doorway. Watching.
(DEANS POV)
"Are you hurt?" I said pulling away and putting my hands on both sides of her face, turning it side to side. Finding no injuries. She didn't reply. She just… stared at me. With… anger. Hurt. My eyebrows knitted together as I looked back at her. She finally pulled away.
"I'm fine. I'm gonna take a shower." She said walking away and grabbing her duffle bag as she went into the bathroom.
I turned to look back at Judson.
"What did you do?"
He looked at me wide eyed.
"ME? I did nothing! I saved her ass and brought her back here. No foul play."
"Then whats wrong with her?!" I demanded. Confused.
"Hey man. I don't know… when I opened the door she just look surprised to see me. Disappointed even. I didn't pry. I just brought her home."
"Thank you." Sam said before I could open my mouth again. "Thank you for bringing her back, and helping on the case. If you ever need a hand with anything then just call and let us know. We owe you."
"Nah, I did it for Bobby. He owes me." The kid smiled before nodding and heading out the door. Sam nodded back.
As soon as the front door shut the bathroom door swung open.
"What the hell was that?!" Emily came out screaming. "I get fucking kidnapped and you two send HIM?!"
"Em we needed hel-" Sam started.
"NO! No… we didn't need his help! YOU could have come to get me. Where were you!" She turned to me and screamed.
"Where were you when I was sitting in an attic WAITING. Huh? At the hospital having a pow wow with the ghost?! That was more important than I was?!"
I didn't answer, I just watched as a few tears made their way down her face.
"Emily I'm sorry. I wanted to go but-"
"But nothing Dean! YOU were supposed to be there. YOU were supposed to save me…" She said her voice cracking at the end. "Not hand me off to some punk who mocks my singing."
"Kiddo please I-"
"No." She turned and went back, slamming the door behind her. I knocked.
"Kiddo open the door." She didn't respond. Instead I listened to her cry. "Emily. C'mon." I shook the door handle.
"Dean." Sam said from behind me. He had his lock pick reached out to me. "I'm gonna take a walk." I nodded back to him, taking the pick and opening the door. In the corner was my little girl. Huddled, her face buried in her knees. I moved to sit across from her on the dirty floor, my back against the tub. Instead of instantly pushing her to talk, or grabbing her. I let her cry… just being present in the room. Slowly but surely she began to calm down.
"I thought it was you." She whispered.
"What babygirl?" I said unsure I heard her, her face was still buried in her knees. She lifted her head and wiped her face.
"I said… I thought it was you."
"Emily… I wanted to go. But. I was being a hot head, it was the right move to let Judson go instead. I'm sorry kiddo."
" 's gonna be there when you're gone?" She said, busting into tears again. This time I acted, pulling her to sit beside me. For once she stopped fighting me, and just laid against me.
"Kiddo, you know Sam and Bobby love you as much as I do… they will take care of you. They're family Em." My words only seemed to make her cry harder.
"I don't wanna lose you De… I'm scared."
"I know babygirl I know…"
I'm scared too.
"I tried! I summoned the demon… I shot her… and it didn't work! It was supposed to work… you're supposed to come save me." She cried again.
"You did what?" I said pulling her up to face me, she broke into sobs.
"I-I- I'm sor-r-y. It d-didn't wor-k."
"Its okay babygirl… shhh.. Its okay."
I'd be lying if I said disappoint didn't wash over me. I knew it was unrealistic, but… I don't know. I guess for a second I hoped it could work… I squeezed my Emily to me, comforting her for the short amount of time I have left. I know she hated the idea of someone else coming to her rescue… but I wish she understood how much more I hated stepping aside and allowing it.
How do you get used to handing over your little girl to someone else?