Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry for the delay on the update! Finals put me through the ringer! I'm glad you guys are enjoying Judson as much as I am! Hopefully over the summer the updates will come more frequently. We're getting down to the end of the season and I'm REALLY excited to share with you guys what's coming up next season. Its gonna get interesting for sure, and there will be some original chapters for the time that Dean is in hell. Please leave a review and let me know if there is anything yall would like to see in upcoming chapters, or PM me. I love to talk with you guys and hear your thoughts on Emily's story. Love you all! Thank you for your support.
"Dean… I'm gonna need to swing by Bobby's again."
"Why?! We've gone there every week for the last month!"
"Because… He's got some new books."
"Em. Maybe we can let Bobby read through them." Sam suggested softly as Dean rolled his eyes.
"But I jus-"
"Emily. We're not gonna find some loophole in a book! There aren't loopholes. The best way to save my sorry ass is to get the colt, find the demon who holds my contract and go in gun's blazing."
"Dean! We don't even know who holds the contract and we're running out of time. We should have a back up plan incase 'guns blazing' doesn't work out for us."
"Since when has that NOT worked for us?"
"Dean. Just… don't argue with her. You won't win." Sam sighed.
"Since when did you give up on finding a loophole?" I shot at him as I leaned over the seat getting right next to his face.
"Because. I. I've looked everywhere… for months. I was digging through books long before I got you to start helping me. There just isn't anything out there."
"Well. I'm not gonna just stop looking because you two think it's a waste of time. I mean YOU TWO are the ones who lost the damn colt to Bela! You never should have let her stay alone in the room with you too assholes passed out."
"Oh! Oh you wanna start that argument again?!" Dean said in an elevated tone, daring me to continue… so that he can remind me that the reason I left was to go be with Judson. And the reason I fought with him anyways was because of my stupid idea to chase after Luke.
"No." I grumbled sitting back against the seat.
"Wise decision." Dean agreed. "Now look… we've got every resource available looking for Bela. All we gotta do is buckle down and keep looking. Work on finding the demon, interrogating, and maybe bust a few cases in the process. Okay? Please. Don't spend the last few months we have burying yourself in book after book. You realize you actually DRANK a cup of coffee last night?"
"Yes. Dean. I realized." It was nasty as hell too, but I wanted to finish the last of the stack before bed, and I needed to buy myself a couple extra hours of alertness.
"I'm worried about you kiddo, we both are." Dean said as Sam nodded in agreeance.
"Well I'm worried about you." Sam nodded in agreeance, again.
"I know. Lets just… talk about something else."
The car was silent for a few moments as we all wracked our brains for something else to discuss, but lets be honest. Saving Dean is everyone's focus right now. I went back and forth in my head… the demon who holds his contract must be powerful. Upper level. How do you track down a demon?
Sam's chuckles caught my attention.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Nothing.. Uh." Sam grinned- purposely not looking at me. "Just thought about the other night."
My face burned bright red at just the thought.
"SAM! That's not even funny!" I yelled embarrassed as he and Dean began to laugh.
"I'm sorry Em. It just. Its funny!"
"No its not… and I swear if either of you tell him I will beat you to a pulp!"
"Okay okay!" They joked with hands raised.
"We won't tell 'hottie' about your dream talking." Dean laughed to himself. I reached up and tapped him in the back of the head.
Ughhh… its one thing to dream about the guy you have a crush on. But its another thing to talk about him in your sleep… In front of your brothers. Shoot me now.
"You guys are assholes."
"Has he called?" Sam asked on a more serious note.
No… not in over 2 weeks. We've texted briefly… more me than him. Just checking in, asking if there was any Bela related news. I wish he called… I wished even more he'd show up again… I wish he knew how badly I want him to stick around. That he's one of very few people I actually WANT to be around other than my brothers and Bobby. I just… don't like being around people right now. My abilities are on edge. I keep breaking things… shattering things. Busting glass. Exploding bottles, and even the occasional 'earthquake' as other people have called it that were sleeping in rooms close to ours.
The panic attacks are better… they only happen after a really bad dream. Sometimes I find myself waking up wishing Judson was there. Wishing I could tell him about the terrors that wrack my brain… but I just don't have the nerve to type it out in a text, or speak it into a phone.
"No."
"Well… he'll come around. He always does." Dean said slightly annoyed. I snorted.
"Don't sound so excited."
"I like the kid and all.. I do. And he could be good for you… but he lied to my face. I told him not to do a damn thing and he goes and crawls in bed with you? That's not exactly following orders."
"Dean. He didn't do anything. I told you that… I had a nightmare. Couldn't sleep."
"Suuure."
"Speaking of sleep… I'm gonna try and get some now. Wake me when we stop."
"Will do kiddo." Sam said as he reached back and squeezed my knee.
I quietly grabbed my phone and flipped through the text messages… I stared at the blank message. Trying to think of what I could use as a legitimate reason to talk to him. How can I do this without looking like an idiot?
I can't… so I won't
….Or maybe I will and look like an idiot anyways.
Emily: Hey.
Luke: Hi
Emily: Find anything
Luke : Actually yeah, just stumbled across a lead. How fast can you get to Indiana?
My heart leaped and I sat straight up.
"Whoa, Em you okay?" Sam asked.
"Yes! Dean! Indiana!"
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"Drive to Indiana! Judson has a lead on Bela."
"What a coincidence." He groaned as he pulled baby around and went in the opposite direction.
….
I held up the small compact mirror as steady as I could with Dean's driving on these old roads. I tried to anchor my hand to my cheek as I applied mascara before meeting with Judson. I mean, not that the guy didn't see me puke my guts up last time, but it's a good time to remind him just how good I CAN look.
I randomly spotted Sam watching me through the rearview mirror.
"What is it Sam?" I sighed.
"Nothing. I just. Don't know why you're so worried about how you look. You're always beautiful. You don't need all that junk on your face."
"Yeah, besides. The guy cleaned your puke. There's no forgetting that." Dean added.
"Gee Dean thanks…" I added sarcastically. Then I turned to Sam. "Thank you Sammy, but I still want to look half way decent, that way he doesn't think I enjoy looking like a bum."
"I don't know many bums running around in sparkly jeans and leather pants." Dean mumbled.
"Hey! They were pleather… not leather." I defended.
"Regardless. He's seen enough of you. He knows what you look like by now."
"So what? I give up trying to look pretty for the rest of my life? Hell no. Just. Shut up and drive smoother. You're gonna make me poke my eye out."
Dean laughed and intentionally tapped the break a few times. I shot him the bitch face and after a chuckle between them he straightened up. I finished applying my make up and waited impatiently to pull into the diner we were set to meet at.
When we did, I scanned the parking lot. Mmmm… I'll never get tired of that leather jacket.
Dean pulled up next to him and we all slowly climbed out, I crossed my arms and he sent a wink my way. Inside my heart fluttered, but I put on my best poker face and just shook my head.
"Hey man." Sam said greeting him with a handshake. "So what'd you find?"
"An apartment, not far from here, rented out to one of Bela's aliases for the last couple of months. I think we still have the chance to get the jump on her if we move quick enough."
"I'm game, but lets eat." Dean said as he walked towards the diner's front door. Sam followed and Judson stood, waiting for me to make the first move towards following my brothers.
"Been busy Winchester?" He asked me.
"You can't keep calling me by my last name when I don't even know yours."
"Smith." He smiled.
"…Smith?" I questioned. "Like John Smith?"
"Yeah well, I didn't say it was a cool name. I just said it was mine."
"Well Smith, yes. I have been busy. Very busy."
"Doing?"
Sleeping cuddled up in your shirt every night, smelling it and thinking of you.
"Hunting."
"Anything interesting?"
"Nahh, couple of monsters. Hunting down some demons, interrogating them for information. Nothing fancy. Seems whoever hold's Dean's contract is higher level. We're having a hard time tracking them down."
"… And all the books you've been getting from Bobby?"
"How do you know about those?" I asked surprised.
"How do you think Bobby got the books… he's had me running state to state for days now."
"Why didn't you just deliver them yourself?
"Because your brothers are much more willing to meet with Bobby every week then me. I'm pretty sure Dean still wants to cut my dick off for sleeping in the same bed with you."
"Eh, he'll get over it."
"Sure… lets go eat. You probably haven't had a solid meal in days."
Actually I really hadn't. We'd been staying on the road most of the time. That consisted of gas station food and power bars. The few times we did stop I was more worried about showering and reading than eating, just picking at the food Dean brought.
"I am quite famished." I sighed dramatically. He rolled his eyes and walked away from me, I followed closely behind, watching his ass as he walked.
Mhm.
Once inside we sat across from each other at the table with Sam and Dean, who had already skimmed the menu and ordered us all something to drink.
"Mmm… grilled cheese." I mumbled as I scanned and caught a picture of one.
"With pickles?" Sam teased.
"Ew. Please tell me he's kidding." Judson said wrinkling his nose.
"Hey! Don't knock it till you try it." I told him. "Besides. You don't have to like what I eat… I'm the one eating it. Not you."
"Has she always been like this?" Judson asked looking between my brothers who both nodded. I promptly threw a straw wrapper at them.
"Sorry kiddo. But you're weird. And picky. Ketchup on eggs… pickles on grilled cheese? I mean that's just not normal."
"Said the man with the obsession with pie." I shot back to Dean.
"Hey. Pie is the all American dessert. There ain't nothing wrong with pie!"
"Just like there ain't nothing wrong with ketchup on eggs and pickles on grilled cheese. Assholes."
The waitress finally made it back around, and even gave me a funny look as I ordered my grilled cheese with pickles, fries on the side.
"So where's this apartment?" Dean asked as our food arrived and we began to eat.
"A couple towns over, nice penthouse suite. We should be able to gain access from the roof."
"And how do you suggest we get to the roof?" I asked.
"Fire escape I guess. It doesn't go all the way, so the last part we'll have to climb."
"Well that sounds fun." I groaned.
"Don't worry short stop. We'll give you a boost." Sam teased.
"Its not my fault you two are abnormally tall." I teased back. We all chuckled.
As we continued to eat the boys continued to discuss strategy, but I just looked at Judson. And he just looked at me back. As if we were having a conversation without actually speaking. I just enjoyed melting into those bright green eyes. I enjoyed the peace I felt when I lost myself in them… and I enjoyed the fact that he was starting right back more than anything.
"We ready to go?"
"Yeah." Judson said still not taking his eyes off mine. I finally tore myself away and followed my brothers out of the diner and back to the impala.
"You wanna follow and we'll park somewhere near by?" Sam asked Judson.
"Sure. Wanna ride Em?"
"Yeah. I'll ride." I smiled slightly, playing it off like my excitement was sky rocketing right now. Geez. I'm pathetic. Sam and Dean both shared and shot me an amused look. I shot them a warning glare. Then I grabbed my phone out of the backseat and followed Judson over to the truck. Sometimes I wish he'd show back up on the motorcycle, but Dean would NEVER let me ride. So for now I'll just enjoy riding around in the truck. Like Daddy's.
Judson held the door open for me as I climbed in, then he jumped in and we started off behind the impala.
"So, really. How have you been?"
"Is that why you asked me to ride with you? So you could make me talk about my feelings?" I said with an eye roll.
"Well you didn't call and talk to me, so I have to interrogate you now."
"Well you didn't call me either." I reminded him.
"I know… I just. I don't know."
What the hell is that supposed to mean? I mean… did you want to call me? Did you want to avoid me? Are you trying to find a clean get away from us in general… or what?!
I don't dare let myself venture into the thought that he cares for me in the same way I care for him. There just aren't enough signals- mixed or not, that could verify such dreams.
"Well. That explains it."
"Hey." He said catching my eyes. "Be honest with me. How are you?"
"I'm fine."
"You're lying."
"How is that?"
"Because I can tell by looking at you that your mind is going a million miles an hour."
That's not just because of Dean. That's because of you too.
"Well. Just because I've got a lot on my mind doesn't mean I'm not fine. It just means I've been busy."
"Emily. I thought we were past this whole putting on a mask around me thing."
"I'm not! If you already know what's on my mind why should I have to say it outloud?"
"Because I'm trying to get you used to talking to me."
"Fine. I've read every book Bobby has given me front to back and back to front and still nothing. Dean and Sam are stuck on the plan with the colt, but I have a bad feeling we're gonna need a back up plan. So that's what I've been trying to get together."
"Are you still having nightmares?"
"I've had nightmares most my life. Its just the subject that changes, not their presence. I'm used to it by now."
"Are you getting any sleep at all?"
"Yes. I am… just as much as I've been getting for months now."
"You know. I missed your sarcastic attitude." He smiled.
"I missed you." I said plainly… taking a risk. He stared at me for a moment and then went back to the road.
"So how far out form this apartment are we?" I asked to break the awkward silence.
"Maybe an hour or so. You keep my shirt blood free?"
"Yeah." I laughed. "I guess I should give that back huh?"
"Nah, I haven't missed it that much."
"Well good, because it is quite warm… and I kinda enjoy having it."
"Good, you can keep it."
I smiled and scooted over in the seat to sit closer to him. He raised his arm and I sunk underneath it as if the spot was owned by me and me alone.
"So there really isn't anything? None of the books have a single clue?" He asked.
"No." I sighed. "I keep looking though. I gotta do something."
"What about your abilities? How have those been acting."
"Touchy. We've avoided motels with large glass windows or glass sliding doors. How sad is that?"
"You'll figure it out Em."
"Don't suppose you've found anything about Demon deals either huh?"
"No. Doesn't seem to be a lot of information just sitting around. I've left some voicemails with some of my uncles old hunting buddies. We'll see if they dig anything up."
"I appreciate your help… with everything."
"Anytime. But I still want you to prepare yourself for the possibility that he can't be saved. Cause if Dean died today… you'd fall apart. I'm telling you from experience You hit that ground a lot harder than you think you will."
"I know. I just… I don't wanna give up on him yet. I can't."
"You don't have to. Just… don't set your hopes on anything either."
His ominous warning was enough talking for me. I didn't have much of anything left to say. So instead I grabbed his hand that dangled over my shoulder and piddled with his fingers, linking them with mine, twisting them, putting our fingers tip to tip, comparing the size. He continued to drive in silence. Letting me think on his words.
I hated them.
I hated how true they felt.
But I can't just… let it go. Let it happen. I have to fight. I have to try. I can't stop trying.
…
"Okay. Here's the plan… Sammy and I are gonna scale the fire escape, go in through the roof. I need you two in the building lobby. Look like a lovey couple or something, watch for her to make her escape out the front. Also- keep watch for local PD. We don't know if we'll trip an alarm or not. You're gonna be on the phone with Sam the whole time. Okay?" Dean explained as we all got out of the car.
"How are we supposed to act lovey?" I questioned.
"You're a teenager Em. Figure it out." Sam said.
"But keep your damn clothes on!" Dean warned looking between Judson and I.
Judson winked at me before taking my hand and leading me around to the front of the building.
"So how long have we been dating?" I asked him.
"Oh, just a few months or so."
"Meaning we're still in the honey moon phase?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"We'll be in whatever phase you want… baby." Judson teased as he opened the door for me. I giggled and everything in me felt warm all of a sudden. But I tried to hide it.
"I'm gonna call Sam." I said as he stepped in behind me.
"Hey Em. We're just hitting the roof."
"Coast is clear down here." I mumbled as Judson and I got comfy on the couch in the lobby. "I'm gonna put you down in my lap and on mute, holler if you need me."
"Okay, keep your eyes open." Sam said before I set the phone down.
Oh they're open… and focused on this man sitting next to me on the couch.
"Well darling." I said seductively. "What ever shall we do to pass the time?"
He chuckled. Then he reached out his hand and I took it, he pulled me closer to him, overlapping one of his legs with mine. Then he intertwined our fingers with one hand, and with the other he reached up and pushed some hair behind my ear.
"I think we're selling it." He said quietly.
"For now." I smiled.
"Emily! 5-0" I heard Sam's voice scream from the phone. I picked it up and could over hear as the police yelled at Dean and Sam to put their hands in the air. FUCK!
"Dammit!" Judson swore as police moved towards the lobby form across the road. "Follow my lead."
He grabbed my hand and led me into the elevator. Once inside he didn't push a button, but instead pulled the top two buttons on my shirt loose.
"Hey! What the hell?!"
"Jump on me."
"What?!"
"Emily! Jump up and straddle me."
With a moment of hesitancy I followed his lead. Once I had my legs wrapped around his waist he pushed me against the wall in the corner. We could hear voices moving closer towards the elevator. He turned to the doors, then back to me.
"Not exactly the way I planned to do this, but what the hell." He said before he crashed his hot mouth against mine.
Shock.
Lust.
Holy fucking shit he's good at this.
I wasted not a second before plunging my tongue against his lower lip, he allowed me to enter his mouth as he entered mine and I reached up, weaving my fingers in the back of his hair. Gripping him tighter with my legs. He kept one hand around my waist and at my back, but the other grabbed my hip and his hand rubbed against the curve of my ass.
Suddenly the elevator doors open, but Judson and I continued to lose ourselves in each other. The swat team seemed stunned and momentarily speechless, until a man in a suit came through.
"Hey! Get the hell out of here." He yelled.
Judson quickly dropped me and covered my face and body with his as he turned around.
"Dude, give us 5 minutes." He said as he turned and kissed me again, pushing me further against the wall in the elevator as he turned us closer to the exit.
"I said get out!" The man in the suit yelled.
"Alright! Fine." Judson yelled back, holding me against him as he pushed me towards the open doors and the police filed in. We began to walk away, thinking we'd actually pulled it off.
"Wait! … Emily?" The man in the suit said loudly.
I turned to look at him.
"Fuck me." I said as I realized it was agent Henriksen. The same guy who's been hunting my brothers and I day in and out since the bank incident.
"Get your hands up!" He yelled pointing a gun at me.
"Whoa! Man, lower the gun. We're not running!" Judson said as he stepped between me and the gun, both of our hands raised. Henriksen lowered his gun but other men followed him off the elevator and proceeded to cuff us. One of them grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me.
"Ow!" I hollered.
"Hey man. Take it easy!" Judson said shooting daggers at the cop as another pushed him away from me and towards the door. After I was cuffed the cop turned me back towards Henriksen.
"Well well well… I don't think we've had the chance to meet."
"Pleasure's all mine." I snarled.
"Put her in the car with him… I'll take the brothers back with me."
"You don't harm a hair on their head! Or I'll fucking kill you!" I said as the cop pulled me towards the door.
…..
"Well. This is fucking dandy." I said as I sat on the bench handcuffed to Judson. Starting at my cuffed brothers in the cell next to me. We were only separated by iron bars.
"They think ya'll are what now?" Judson asked.
"Grave digging satan worshiping body mutilating thieving murderers." I explained nonchalantly.
"And this is the FBI? Not local cops."
"Yup." Sam said popping the P as he and Dean sat on the bed in their cell.
"Hey. How come yall got a bed and we get a bench." I whined just noticing.
"Because if the two of you were given a bed and cuffed together you'd get naked." Dean said with a smartass smile.
"Not everyone is as anxious to get naked as you are Dean." I shot back.
"We share the same genes kiddo."
I sighed and lifted my cuffed hand, which also lifted Judson's. Who seemed to be abnormally calm about all this. I shook them, tapped them, tried wishing them away.
"What happens when I have to pee?" I suddenly asked.
"How about you just hold it." Judson suggested. "I certainly am."
He's avoided looking me in the eye since our… moment. In the elevator. I haven't stopped replaying it in my head. Biting my lip. Still tasting him in my mouth… mmm. It was amazing, even if he was just doing it to improvise.
Although I'm pretty sure he mumbled something right before hand about the way to do this. Not that I'm letting myself focus too much on that right now. Bigger fish to fry ya know?
"How the hell are we getting out of this one." I sighed.
"Well. Worse comes to worse, Emily kills them all and we run." Dean smiled.
"Dean! That's not funny!" I whined.
"I'm sorry Em. I just… I don't know. We're gonna have to see how it plays out."
"You know what I'm trying to decide?" Another voice said, lifting all of our attention.
"I don't know. What? Whether Cialis will help you with your little condition?" Dean smiled to Henriksen. I giggled.
"What to have for dinner tonight. Steak or lobster, what the hell, surf and turf I got a lot to celebrate. I mean, after all, seeing you three in chains…"
"You kinky son of a bitch. We don't swing that way." Dean teased.
"Now that's funny."
"You know, I wouldn't bust out the melted butter just yet. Couldn't catch us at the bank, couldn't keep us in that jail."
"You're right. Screwed up. I underestimated you. I didn't count on you being that smart but now I'm ready."
"Yeah, ready to lose us again?" I asked.
"Ready like a court order to keep you in a Supermaximum prison in Nevada till trial. Ready like isolation in a soundproof, windowless cell, that between you and me… is probably unconstitutional."
My face dropped. I was realizing just how obsessed this guy had become with catching us. Obsessions make people dangerous.
"How's that for ready?" He smiled. "Now you on the other hand my friend… when I get your prints back. I'll nail you for everything I find. BUT… come and talk with me now, tell me the truth. And I'll make sure the judge knows you cooperated. Its too late for them… but you have a chance." He said to Judson.
"Eh, I don't know." Judson said with a thoughtful face. "I always wondered what prison looked like."
"Fine. Suit yourself…. You three. Take a good long look at each other. Because you'll never see each other again."
"Go fuck yourself." I growled.
"Aw. Where's that smug smile huh? Dean? I want to see it."
"You got the wrong guys." Dean told him solemnly.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. You fight monsters. Sorry, Dean. Truth is, your daddy brainwashed you with all that devil talk and no doubt touched you in a bad place. That's all. That's reality."
How DARE he mention my father! I could feel everything in me bursting to get out. The floor began to shake. Henriksen noticed, but didn't stop talking.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled standing up, going as far as I could with Judson still sitting on the bench, him and my cuffed hand keeping me from going any further.
"What's wrong? Touchy subject? Bring you back to bad places?" He asked me as I struggled against Judson to get up to the bars and be face to face with this asshole.
"Why don't you shut your mouth?" Dean told him.
"Well, guess what. Life sucks. Get a helmet. 'Cause everybody's got a sob story. But not everybody becomes a killer."
The sound of a helicopter caught all of our attention, I looked back towards the window. Shit… we're running out of time, and options.
"And now I have three less to worry about." He smiled. "Mm. It's surf and turf time."
He walked out of the room and left us all feeling the stress.
"De what the hell are we doing, cause I'm not letting them separate us!" I said vehemently, still standing.
"Emily sit down, please." Judson said calmly as he pulled my arm and sat me back down beside him.
"Why are you so calm right now!? I mean we're royally fucked! You realize we're running out of options and I actually may have to kill these people for us to escape?! I don't want that! I don't wanna kill anyone else!"
"Em babygirl take a breath." Dean called over to me. My gaze went from Judson to him. I could feel my breath getting shorter. "Deep breath kiddo. We're gonna figure it out."
I nodded my head up and down and leaned over, placing my forehead against the palms of my hands and trying to control my breathing.
"We're gonna be okay. I promise." Judson whispered in my ear, I sat up and we finally met eye to eye for the first time in over an hour. He smiled slightly. I took a long breath, then sat back against the bars, focusing on calming down.
"We're gonna figure this out, we just gotta wait for the right time to make a move, not much we can do cuffed to each other in a cell." Sam said comfortingly.
Footsteps entered the room before another man in a suit did.
"Winchester Siblings. I'm Deputy Director Steven Groves. This is a pleasure."
"Well, glad one of us feels that way." Dean smiled and stood, he and Sam walking towards the bars.
"I've been waiting a long time for you three to come out of the woodwork."
The man suddenly lifted a gun and fired at Dean, hitting him in the shoulder, splattering blood across the wall. I screamed as Sam jumped forward and fought for the gun through the bars. Judson immediately stood and put himself in front of me, shielding me as I fought to get around him and towards Dean.
The gun fires several more times, Judson cocooned me in his arms and I ducked my head against his chest, screaming, praying that my brothers were okay.
The sound of Sam reciting an exorcism makes Judson and I both look up, the demon in the man's body whipped its head side to side, releasing the gun that Sam now had.
"Sorry, I've gotta cut this short. It's gonna be a long night, fellas." He said before billowing out in a cloud of black smoke, leaving the agent dead on the floor.
"DEAN! Dean are you okay?!" I said rushing towards the bars that separated us. He nodded, clutching his shoulder.
"All right, put the gun down!" The local cop yelled as he approached Sam with a gun pointed at him.
"Wait. Okay. Wait." Sam said dropping the gun.
"He shot him!" The cop yelled.
"I didn't shoot him, okay. I didn't shoot anyone."
"He shot me!" Dean yelled.
"Get on your knees, NOW!" Henriksen yelled. We all did as he said. Judson kept one arm around me, pushing me close against him.
"Okay, okay, okay. Don't shoot. Please. Look. Here. Here." Sam slid the gun under the bars and to them. "Look. We didn't shoot him. Check the body. There's no blood. We did not kill him. Go ahead, check him."
The cop leaned down to check the body.
"Vic, there's no bullet wound."
"He's probably been dead for months." I said shakily.
"What did you do to him?" Henriksen asked.
"We didn't do anything. " I said a little stronger.
"Talk or I shoot." He said pointing the gun at Sam.
"NO! Please don't… you won't believe us."
"He was possessed." Dean said.
"Possessed? Right. Fire up the chopper! We're taking them out of here now."
"Yeah! Do that!" Dean yelled exasperated as he held his shoulder.
"Bill." The cop said over the walking, but he was met with only static. "Bill are you there?"
Henriksen nodded for him to go outside and check things out… a few moments later he came over the walkie talkie.
"They're dead. I think they're all dead." He said, then screams and a burst of light.
"What the hell was that? Reidy? Reidy?!... What the hell was that? Come in? Reidy? Reidy?"
Henriksen left the room quickly… leaving us all down on the ground. We slowly all stood. I reached through the bars and reached out to hold hands with Dean.
"You good De?"
"Yeah kiddo I'll survive."
The lights suddenly went out.
"Uh oh… that can't be good." Judson said looking around. I used my other hand to intertwine my fingers with his. He stayed close to me, keeping the other hand rested on the small of my back.
"Em, go sit on that bench and don't leave it. Judson, keep a hand on her at all times." Dean demanded.
"Not gonna be that hard to do." Judson said as he lifted our cuffed wrists. Dean and Sam sat on the bed. Dean pulled the pillow sheet off the pillow and handed it to Sam, who attempted to apply some pressure to stop the bleeding.
"OW…" Dean groaned.
"Don't be such a wuss." Sam said as he dabbed the wound.
"What's the plan?" Henriksen asked storming in. "Kill everyone in the station, bust you four out?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked him.
"I'm talking about your psycho friends. I'm talking about a blood bath."
"Okay, I promise you – whoever's out there? is not here to help us."
"Look, you got to believe us. Everyone here is in terrible danger." Sam added.
"You think?" Henriksen said sarcastically.
"Why don't you let us out of here so we can save your asses?" I said.
"From what?" We all looked between each other. "You gonna say "demons"? Don't you dare say "demons". Let me tell you something. You should be a lot more scared of me."
He stormed out, leaving us to sit in the dark again.
"How's the shoulder?" I asked.
"It's awesome. I'll live. You know, if we get out of here alive. So anyone got a plan?"
"Hey." Dean said quietly, nodding towards the doorway. I turned to see the secretary. Nancy I think?
"Hey…" Sam says to her softly. But she backed away scared.
"Hey, uh, please. Please. We need your help. It's… it's Nancy. Nancy, right? Nancy, my… my brother's been shot. He's… He's bleeding really bad. You think maybe you could get us a towel? Please? Just one clean towel?" The girl just stood there and stared. "Look. Look at us. We're not the bad guys. I swear."
She quickly moved away.
"Well… nice try Sammy." I sighed.
But just as quickly as she went, she returned with a towel, she slowly walked towards the boys.
"Thank you." Sam smiled softly.
She walked slowly towards him. He reached out his hand.
"It's okay."
She reached inside to give him the towel, but suddenly Sam grabbed her arm and pulls her towars him, she screamed and in ran the cop with a rifle.
"Let her go! Let her go!"
He released her quickly. What in the fuck is he doing?!
"You're okay, Nance?" he asked her. She nodded. "Try something again, get shot. And not in the arm."
"Okay." Sam nodded.
"What the hell was that?" I demanded after they left. Sam turned and held up Nancy's rosary. I smiled while Dean chuckled softly.
….
"We're like sitting ducks in here." Judson said as we sat there… like we had been doing for a few hours now.
"Yeah, I know. Would it kill these cops to BRING US A SNACK?!" Dean shouted.
"How many you figure are out there?" I asked, more worried about the demon's trying to kill us.
"I don't know."
"However many they are, they could be possessing anyone. Anyone could just walk right in." Sam sighed.
"It's kind of wild, right? I mean it's like they're coming for us. They've never done that before. It's like we got a contract on us. Think it's because we're so awesome? I think it's 'cause we're so awesome."
"A contract…" I mumbled outloud. "Oh my god."
"What is it Em?" Judson asked.
"The demon that possessed Luke! He attacked me. He said he wanted to kill me to please her!"
"Who?" Judson asked confused.
"Whoever the new badass in town is I guess. They're literally hunting us. Whoever she is, she's powerful and she's wants us 3 dead."
"Well I sure as hell don't like the sound of that." Dean muttered.
"Emily why didn't you say anything before now?"
"I didn't think about it. I was focused on other things." I said giving him a knowing look… he was the only one that really knew what happened out there. He shook his head and gripped my hand a little tighter.
The local sheriff walked in without warning.
"Well, howdy, there, sheriff." Dean smiled.
The sheriff didn't reply, but he unlocked and opened the door, causing us all to stand up.
"Uh, sheriff?" Sam asked.
"It's time to go, boys." He said with a straight face… something was off.
"Uh… you know what? We're – we're just comfy right here. But thank you." Dean said taking a step back.
"What do you think you're doing?" Henriksen said walking in.
"We're not just gonna sit around here and wait to die. We're gonna make a run for it." The sheriff argued.
"It's safer here."
"There's a SWAT facility in Boulder."
"We're not going anywhere."
"The hell we're not."
Henriksen draws his gun and shoots the sheriff in the head. Judson pushes me to the ground while Sam and Dean jump Henriksen and struggle for the gun, finally they get it and shove his head into the toilet, beginning an exorcism.
"Stay back!" Dean yells as people come filing in.
"Hurry up!" I yelled to Sam.
"It's too late. I already called them. They're already coming." Henriksen said through black eyes before Sam finished off the exorcism. Leaving everyone in the room stunned.
"Is he… is he dead?" Nancy asked as he collapsed. But just as quickly as she asked he regained consciousness.
"Henriksen! Hey. Is that you in there?" Sam asked as he sat up.
"I… I shot the sheriff." He said shakily.
Dean and I looked at each other and grinned. I gave him the nod.
"But you didn't shoot the deputy." He smiled, apparently no one else in the room found this as amusing as he and I, especially Sam.
"Five minutes ago, I was fine, and then…" henriksen began.
"Let me guess. Some nasty black smoke jammed itself down your throat?" Dean finished.
"You were possessed." I told him as Judson helped me up off the ground.
"Possessed, like… possessed?"
"That's what it feels like. Now you know."
"I owe the biggest "I told you so" ever." Dean said as he handed him his gun.
"Officer Amici. Keys..." Henriksen released us all.
I immediately went to Dean, wrapping my arms around him.
"C'mon lets get you cleaned up." I told him.
"There's a medical kit in the back, I can take you to it." Nancy offered. I smiled and nodded. Dean and I followed her to get the kit and then met everyone else back in the main office area.
"All right, so how do we survive?" Henriksen asked going through his guns.
"Those are nice but... It's not gonna do much good." Judson explained.
"We got an arsenal here." Deputy Phil replied.
"You don't poke a bear with BB gun. That's just gonna make them mad."
"What do you need?" Henriksen asked him.
"Salt. Lots and lots of salt." I replied.
"Salt?"
"What, is there an echo in here?" Dean asked sarcastically as I finished bandaging him.
"There's road salt in the storeroom." Nancy spoke up.
"Perfect. Perfect. We need salt at every window and every door."
"How you holdin' up, Nancy?" Dean asked her as I went to help Sam finish painting devil's traps.
"Okay. When I was little, I would come home from the church and start to talk about the devil. And my parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh?"
Dean gave her a sad smile.
Phil returned with bags of salt.
"Hey where's my car?" Dean asked him.
"Impound lot out back."
"Okay."
"Dean. No way… Its too risky." I tried to tell him
"Em you and I both know we need a few things."
"No. We'll make do."
"YES. I'm going."
"Well then I'm going with you."
"The hell you are! Stay here, Judson. Watch her."
"Dean you can't assign him to be my private babysitter! What makes you think I'm going to listen to him anymore than you?"
"I'm serious. Stay. Here." He warned before going outside the door.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms as Judson put a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm not your babysitter. He just wants you safe."
"It doesn't matter! He doesn't get to boss you around, or me for that matter."
"Yeah yeah, c'mon chill out. We got enough to worry about without you two being at each other's throats."
"Fine."
"Take a breath. You're on edge."
"Yeah, I am! Demons are hunting us! Don't you think I SHOULD be a little on edge?"
"No. Because Dean and Sam are here. I'm here. I mean I'm sure you three have ended up in worst places than this."
I sighed deeply. Staring out the window watching for Dean to come back.
"Yeah. I guess." I mumbled.
"And your brothers got you out. Just like they will now."
"Judson we've never faced anything like this… we have no idea what we're up against."
"Sure you do. A bunch of dick bag demons. We know how to exorcise 'em, we know how to trap them, we know how to hunt them Em. Just… trust me. Just a little."
I nodded up and down and leaned back against him as I watched for any sign of my brother in the parking lot. He quickly turned the corner, some odd light and a cloud of black smoke charging in behind him as he ran. I yanked open the door and as soon as he was in touched up the salt lines.
"They're coming! Get away from the windows!" Dean yelled.
Suddenly the entire building was surrounded by thick black and purple smoke. Shaking the walls and beating on the doors. But luckily no one could get past the traps and salt. We stood silently and watched as the smoke slowly faded away.
We are SO fucked right now.
"Everybody okay?" Sam asked.
"Define okay." Henriksen replied.
"All right, everybody needs to put these on." Dean began to pass out anti-possession charms. "They'll keep you from being possessed."
"What about you guys?"
"I'm good." Judson said as he pulled out his charm from a necklace he had tucked under his shirt.
"Us too." Dean said as he and Sam lifted their shirts revealing their anti possession tattoos.
"I'd show you mine but uh, Its kinda personal." I winked. Dean persisted to roll his eyes at me.
"Smart. How long you had those?" Henriksen asked.
"Not long enough." I sighed.
Everyone went back to busying themselves. Judson sat on the desk beside me where I loaded rock salt into shotgun shells.
"So. You convinced your bothers to let you get a tattoo? I'm kinda surprised."
"Not really… the first one I got behind their back. They were livid. These were actually Sam's idea. I did have to do some convincing on the placement though." I smiled.
"Where is it?" He asked with a matching smile.
I just shook my head at him.
"Oh come on… show me!"
"Sorry. I insisted that since the first one was extremely hidden, that the second one should be too. I'd have to be damn near naked to see them both."
"You're really not gonna tell me where it is are you?" He asked incredulously.
"Maybe I'll just show you." I whispered to him as I stood and walked past.
I wandered to the center of the room to put the shells by the weapon's pile, but Nancy who was staring out the window caught my attention.
"Hey, that's Jenna Rubner." She said as she called us over to look at the crowd that had gathered outside…. A crowd of Demons. My stomach flopped. There were a lot of them.
"That's not Jenna anymore." Sam said as he put his arm around me.
"That's where all that black demon smoke went?" Nancy asked.
"Looks like. C'mon. We shouldn't stand by the windows."
I followed Sam and Judson over to the corner with Nancy and Phil. Dean and Hendrickson went back to stuffing shells with salt.
"Sam." I whispered to get his attention. He looked up at me. I nodded for him to meet me off to the side. I discreetly walked away, Sam following.
"What's up Em?"
"Sam how are we getting out of this one? I mean we are WAY out numbered."
"I don't know."
"Sammy. I'm scared. Something in me feels… wrong. Off. Like I can feel something bad is coming."
Sam looked at me carefully before answering.
"Just stay close to Dean or me. We're gonna get out of this Em. I promise."
A crash made us turn back towards the main room, Dean and Hendrickson come running in, guns aimed…
Ruby. Fucking bullshit! Like I needed this to get worse.
"How do we kill her?" Henriksen asked. Sam walked away from me and I quickly made my way to stand by Judson. Far away from the demon bitch. He seemed to remember that we didn't exactly get along because he instantly put himself between the two of us.
"We don't." Sam replied as he pushed Henriksen's rifle down.
"She's a demon."
"She's here to help us."
"Maybe." I added. Earning a bitchy smile from Ruby and a glare from Sam.
"Are you kidding?" Phil asked, staring at her as she stood in the devil's trap she'd walked straight into.
"Are you gonna let me out?" She asked looking to Sam. Dean and I met eyes briefly before Sam walked over and scratched at the edge of the trap, breaking the line and releasing her. "And they say chivalry's dead. Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here." Ruby chimed as she walked past us all and back into the office. Everyone was quick to follow her. Except for me. I rolled my eyes and eventually started walking.
"How many are out there?" Dean asked.
"30 at least. That's so far."
"Oh, good. 30. 30 hit men all gunning for us. Who sent them?" I asked.
"You didn't tell them?" Ruby said to Sam. I quickly looked to Sam, as did Dean. The same confused and slightly pissed look on his face. "Oh, I'm surprised." Ruby laughed.
"Tell us what?" Dean demanded.
"There's a big new up and corner. Real pied piper."
"That much we know. Who is she?"
"Her name's Lilith."
"Lilith?" I repeated.
"And she really, really wants Emily and Sam's intestines on a stick. 'Cause she sees Sam as competition. And Emily as a liability. Too risky to have running around."
"You knew about this? I mean I just said a few hours ago I thought someone was after us. So what the hell?" I said stepping up to Sam. He avoided looking at me. "Dammit, Sam. Is there anything else we should know?!"
"Emily. We'll talk about later." Dean said stepping between us, but I didn't miss the glare he sent Sam. He's definitely taking my side on this one.
"Yeah Emmy Lou, talk about it later. We need the colt for now."
"Don't fucking call me that!" I said turning from Sam and towards her. She took one step forward, but before I could take one myself Dean pushed me back behind him.
"Where's the colt?" She asked again.
"It got stolen." Sam admitted.
"I'm sorry. I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard you say that you were stupid enough to let the Colt get grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands." Sam stared at her with no response. "Fantastic. This is just peachy… "
"Ruby we-"
"Shut up Sam." She said raising her hand at him. I went to open my mouth again but someone's hand flew over it. I turned and realized Judson was standing directly behind me. "Fine. Since I don't see that there's no other any option. There's one other way I know how to get you out of here alive."
"What's that?" Dean asked.
"I know a spell. It'll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included. So, you let the Colt out of your sight and now I have to die. So next time, be more careful. How's that for a dying wish?"
I quickly shoved Judson's arm away and stepped forward.
"That sounds great actually! What do we do?" I said with a smile.
"Aww… you can't do anything teenage mutant slut. This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue."
"Keep pushing your fucking luck and we won't need a spell to kill you."
"Emily knock it off!" Sam warned. I turned and gave him the death glare as Judson pulled me away to the back of the crowd.
"Like I was saying, we need a virgin." Ruby repeated.
"Nobody's a virgin." Dean laughed.
Ruby's eyes suddenly fell on Nancy… as did everyone else's. Poor Nancy directed her eyes to the ground.
"No. No way. You're kidding me, r–. You're… " Dean stuttered.
"What? It's a choice, okay?" She argued back.
"So, y-you've never… Not even once? I mean not even – Wow."
"So, this spell. What can I do?" Nancy asked Ruby.
"You can hold still ... while I cut your heart out of your chest."
"What? Are you crazy?" Dean interrupted.
"I'm offering a solution."
"You're offering to kill somebody."
"And what do you think's gonna happen to this girl when the demons get in?"
"We're gonna protect her. That's what." Henriksen interjected.
"Excuse me." Nancy said quietly. Speak up girl. They all continued to banter back and forth. "Ex– excuse me." Still nothing…. "Would everybody please shut up?!"
You go girl! Everyone fell quiet and all eyes were on Nancy, the badass virgin.
"All the people out there… will it save them?" She asked Ruby.
"It'll blow the demons out of their bodies. So if their bodies are okay… yeah."
"I'll do it."
"Hell no." I said loudly.
"No, no way I'm with Em on this. Nancy you don't need to do this."
"All my friends are out there." Nancy said softly.
"We don't sacrifice people. We do that, we're no better than them." Henriksen told her.
"We don't have a choice." Ruby argued.
"Yeah, well, your choice is not a choice." Dean argued back.
"Sam, you know I'm right." Ruby said looking to Sam only. I spun towards him as well.
"Sam?" I asked expectantly. He said nothing… man he's getting good at that tonight.
"What the hell is going on? Sam, tell her!" Dean demanded surprised at his silence.
"It's my decision." Nancy said stepping forward.
"Stop! Stop! Nobody kill any virgins. Sam, Emily, I need to talk to you." Dean yelled walking into the hallway. I followed as did Sam.
"Please tell me you're not actually considering this, Sam. We're talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her heart."
"And we're also talking about 30 people out there, Dean. Innocent people who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here."
"It doesn't mean that we throw away the rule book and stop acting like humans. I'm not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl, who hasn't even been laid. I mean, look, if that's how you win wars, then I don't want to win." Dean argued back… I can't believe we're even having this discussion.
"Then what? What do we do, Dean?" Sam demanded. It made me sick that they were arguing over THIS. This isn't like my Sam… since when has he been talking to Ruby again anyways?!
"I got a plan. I'm not saying it's a good one. I'm not even saying it will work, and its gonna be a risk. But I can't stand to just kill that poor girl."
"Okay, so, what's the plan?" Sam asked. I paid close attention. Dean looked at the floor. Ran his hand through his hair, and then he looked up at me.
Oh no…
"De… don't." I whispered.
"Em it's our only chance. That poor girl and a lot of other people are going to die if we don't try to do something. I know you can't let that happen anymore than I can."
"Dean! We have no idea what could happen. I can't control them, I don't know how they work."
"Emily you've used them to save your life in a deadly situation before. It's the same thing. It'll come naturally, you just have to let it! You don't even have to kill them. Just get them all inside long enough for us to trap them in the building, and then we do a mass exorcism. We just need you to keep them all at bay."
"Dean I could kill every single one of these people! I could fucking kill you and Sam if I'm not careful!"
"But you won't. I know you won't."
"Dean. Man I don't know… maybe she's right." Sam added.
"Well we don't have any other options. I'm not letting us turn into monsters. We are NOT cutting that girl's heart out."
What if I turn into the monster though?
Sam nodded in agreeance and they both turned to look at me. I felt my eyes begin to water… but I just nodded my head up and down. Agreeing to follow the plan.
What else can I do?
"We're gonna be okay babygirl. You can do this." Dean said as he walked by and kissed the top of my head. Sam followed him back into the room. I leaned against the wall in the hallway and slid down to the floor.
How the hell am I gonna do this?
How the hell do I not kill all those innocent people that are being possessed?
How the hell do I not kill the people in this building?
"Em?"
I looked up as green eyes moved down to be level with mine.
"Dean filled us in… You sure about this?"
I would have opened my mouth to respond but I knew it would only be the opening of the flood gates. So instead I quickly shook my head back and forth, covering my face with my hands and willing myself not to fall apart.
"Hey, don't do this… come on Em, look at me." He said as reached up and grabbed my hands with his, gently pulling them away, so that I couldn't hide from him.
"I don't wanna kill anyone else." I sniffled. "I don't want to be the monster."
"Emily hunny you're not. You're still you."
"Judson I could kill them… all of them. I could kill you. Sam. Dean."
"Or you could save us Em. You could get us all out of here."
"But what if I ca-"
"What happened to all that stubborn determination, Huh? That stubborn ass will to conquer things that just won't die… won't let Dean die. It's the same thing Emily. You have to push for it so hard, that it happens. Okay? You CAN do this."
"I'm scared." I said barely at a whisper.
"Of what?"
"Of becoming like them... and."
"And what Em?"
I just shook my head. Not able to get the words past my mouth, not able to form the thought without feeling like it was punching me in the gut. Not able to bear the pain.
"Nothing." I said wiping my face and standing.
"When are you gonna stop lying to me?"
"When are you gonna stop playing games with me?" I asked as I stood up and walked away. I turned back into the main room with everyone else. All of them staring at me… like I'm a freak. I crossed my arms over my chest, focusing on Dean. One of only a few people in this room who isn't looking at me like a freak. He looks at me like I'm worth something. Like I can do this… So for now I'm just going to hold onto that.
"Lets get everything set up." Dean said taking the attention off of me. I nodded thankfully to him. Everyone moved to busy themselves with setting up for the plan. Including Judson, who stood a ways away from me for the time being.
"Emily, we need to talk."
"About what Sam?" I said avoiding making eye contact.
"I know you're pissed at me right now."
"Pissed? No… feeling a little betrayed though. I mean what the hell Sam! I thought we got rid of this shit with Ruby. I thought we were done with her! She can't help us, so why in the fuck are you STILL taking her side on things."
"Emily she still might be able to help us, we should keep all of our options open."
"So you keeping things from Dean and I is keeping our options open?" I demanded.
"No. I didn't want to add any more stress to the situation, okay? You're already a mess with Dean dying and Dean's a mess worrying about you and me so I thought just MAYBE this one could wait for a while until we at least caught up to Bela."
"Well your plan worked great, don'tcha think? Oh wait… Bitch ass Ruby showed up and ruined it! Just like she does everything else, I'm telling you right now Sam. You get her the hell out of here, or I WILL kill her."
I stalked off in Dean's general direction. Feeling like at least him I could count on for the moment. I went over to where he was setting up the tape recorder to go over the speaker systems, I gotta admit, aside from me, this plan wasn't that bad.
"You okay kiddo?"
"Sure, other than the fact that I might kill everyone. Oh, and Sam is still talking to Ruby."
"Yeah, I'm not so thrilled about that one myself. But you're gonna do great. Okay? I have faith in you. But if it starts to be to much, you pull back, okay? Sam and I are gonna be at the main entrances holding them off, Nancy and phil on the roof, Henriksen at the overhead system. We've got this Em. We got it."
"Where will I be?"
"Main hall, so you have equal access to the front and back exits where Sam and I will be. Judson will stay with you, watch your back."
"Great." I rolled my eyes.
"Please, like you're not into it. I heard all about the elevator."
I shot nervous eyes at him.
"OH yeah. Trust me. It'll be discussed later."
"De, it was a plan to distract them and let us get away, that's all!"
"Seemed pretty intimate from what I heard." He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Ughh.. remind me to shoot Henriksen later." I groaned as I laid back across the desk. Dean laughed.
"De… I love you."
"I love you too kiddo."
…..
"Alright, everyone ready?" Dean said as we all gathered in the center of the building."
"Yeah. I think so." Henriksen nodded.
"Well I'm outta here." Ruby said walking off.
"Good riddance bitch." I smiled.
"Wait? You're leaving?" Sam asked.
"Damn right she is." I told Sam with a warning glare. I wasn't kidding about the whole killing her thing.
"Ruby look I know you don't think we can win bu-"
"I don't think Sam, I know." She replied. "I was gonna kill myself to help save you. But, if you're too dumb to live then I'm not gonna stick around and watch you lose."
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." I said as she stomped out, I could hear as Sam followed behind her, opening the door and then resealing it after she left. Once he joined us back in the main room Dean had us all split to our positions.
"You ready Em?" Judson whispered as we took our spot.
"No."
"You can do this."
"So you all seem to think."
"Emily look at me."
"What?" I asked annoyed, turning to face him. He surprised me by grabbing my face and laying his lips against mine. This one wasn't forced, or rushed, or heavy. It was… steady. It was mind bobbling… the way my heart nearly jumped out of my body. And yet when he pulled back it was over much too soon.
"Why the hell do you keep doing that?" I breathed.
"Focus Em. Its game time." He said as he kissed my forehead and positioned himself directly behind me, so close, our bodies were practically touching. "I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you. Okay?"
I nodded my head.
"Judson." I whispered.
"Yeah?" He bent down and whispered in my ear.
"Don't let me become the monster… promise me you'll stop me if I go too far."
"I promise hun. Take a deep breath. You can do this."
I did as he said and shut my eyes, taking a long deep breath.
"Alright Dean, let em in." I hollered as I opened them. I could barely see either brother on either side of the hallway, we were only opening the two main entrances in the building, letting the demons file far enough inside to be trapped.
The silence before the doors opened was almost as loud as the slam when they did open, I watched as demons came running into the building, pushing Dean and Sam both closer to me on either side. My brothers fought to keep them at bay. Bringing them closer in.
"Anytime now Em!" Dean yelled.
I turned towards him and lifted a hand, focusing… in only a moment or two I could feel it, workings its way from my gut to my chest, down my arms and to my hands. I pushed. As if I was literally reaching out to the demons, suddenly they began to fall to the ground one at a time, I kept my hand towards Dean and turned to face Sam, repeating the action with my other hand.
It was like rage, passion, hate, and love… stronger than anything I'd ever felt before. It was like I wasn't even standing on the ground anymore but floating above it. Like air flowing all around me.
I didn't even register it as the exorcism began to play overhead.
That same red smoke began to flow through the hallway, towards the demons, filling their bodies and choking them. I watched…. With satisfaction.
They begged, they writhed in pain, the fell to their knees screaming. All of them.
Everything was red.
"Emily! Stop!" Judson yelled from behind me, but couldn't.
I didn't want to.
"EMILY! That's enough!" Dean yelled as he moved closer to us, Sam too.
"Em come on, let them go!" Judson yelled as he grabbed for my arm, I spun and shoved him against the wall. My hand keeping him there without touching him.
"EMILY! Don't! Don't do it babygirl! Let it go! Just let it go!" Dean yelled as he reached out for me, but something stopped him from reaching me. Like an invisible wall, no one could get to me, no one could touch me.
I watched as Judson's eyes stayed focused on mine. As he struggled for air, something in me began to scream. It ripped at my head, begging for me to stop.
"Ahhh!" I cried out in pain, falling to floor clutching the side of my head.
The noise in my head was sharp, it was piercing and it rang from ear to ear, unrelentlessly.
"STOP!" I screamed. "Make it stop!"
(Dean's POV)
"EMILY! Emily look at me!" I said grabbing her, trying to pry her hands away from her ears.
"Dean! Look." Sam yelled, I looked up and watched as a cloud of black smoke formed above us on either side, the demons being exorcised from the bodies, as quickly as they came they were gone. Sam and I looked to each other in shock.
I can't believe that worked. My attention went back to Emily, who was still laying on the ground in a ball, her palms shoved against her ears, blood running down from her nose and her eyes.
"Make it stop! Please!" She begged.
"Emily talk to me! What is it?!" I said as I tried to sit her up, still unable to pry her hands away.
"What's wrong with her?" Judson coughed from behind me.
"I don't know! I can't get her to stop. Sam! What do we do?"
"I don't know! She's never done this before, Dean. I don't know any more than you do."
"Well we can't just leave her in pain like this!" I screamed.
"Knock her out." Judson coughed.
"What?! No."
"If she's not conscious she won't be in pain! Just do it!."
I looked to Sam who nodded in agreeance.
"I'm so sorry babygirl." I said as I reared back and knocked her out cold.
She finally stopped moving. I picked her up and cradled her against me. Once her hand dropped I could see that she was also bleeding from her ears.
"What the hell just happened?" I asked looking between Sam and Judson.
"It worked Dean." Sam said as he slid down the wall beside us.
"But at what cost?" I mumbled. I looked over to Judson, who was still catching his breath. He kept his eyes on Emily. "You good?" I asked him.
"I'll be fine. We should get her out of here."
"Yeah." I nodded, I stood and carried her out to the main room where everyone else gathered.
"What the hell happened to her?" Henriksen asked as we walked in.
"We don't really know." Sam answered.
"Is she okay?" Nancy asked.
"She's knocked out for now, we'll know more when she wakes up."
"She did it, she saved us? Saved them?"
"I think so, some of them may still not wake up, if their bodies went through too much trauma then they'll die. But. Most of them should be okay."
Nancy smiled.
"Tell her thank you."
"We will." Sam told her.
"I better call in. Hell of a story I won't be telling." Henriksen smiled.
"So what are you gonna tell them?" Sam asked.
"The least ridiculous lie I can come up with in the next five minutes."
"Good luck with that." I laughed. "Not to pressure you or anything, but what are you planning to do about us?"
"I'm gonna kill you. Sam, Emily, and Dean Winchester were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing left. Can't even identify them with dental records. Rest in peace, guys."
Sam reached out and shook his hand, I nodded, with Emily still lying in my arms.
"Now get out of here. Take care of that one, she's a fireball."
"You're telling me." I sighed as we all walked out to the impala.
"I'll sit with her in the back." Judson offered.
"No, its okay. I got her." I told him. He still looked worried about her… even though he's the one that was just almost killed. I was kinda impressed by his will to still be at her side. Most people would have used this as the reason to hit the road, but I think he's sticking around.
"Lets just get the hell away from here." Sam said as I tossed him the keys and we drove out of town.
"So. Why didn't you tell me about Lilith, Sam." I asked as I stared down at Em, asleep in my lap, using some damp gauze to clean the blood off of her.
"Like I told Em, we had enough going on. The two of you were a mess already. There was no sense in adding more trouble."
"Well whether you told us about it or not it they still came after us. It was obviously still trouble."
"Dean. I'm sorry, okay? I just. I didn't know it was going to be like this."
"How long have you known? Was it before Emily took off?"
"Yes." He said after a moment of hesitation.
"And you didn't think that maybe she wouldn't have done so if she knew demons were hunting us? They almost killed her Sam!"
"I know that Dean!"
"Well then why the hell didn't you say something! Dammit Sam!"
"You already know why Dean. I'm not gonna repeat myself."
I shook my head in disbelief.
What the hell is going through his head these days? What the hell is he thinking?
I pulled my attention back to Emily, who had a bruise forming on the side of her cheek. It makes me sick to my stomach to know it fit the outline of my fist. But, I didn't know how else to stop the pain… or whatever was happening to her.
What if I pushed too hard? Made her do too much.
Please wake up and be okay babygirl.
….
"Emily." Someone's voice cut into my head, echoing against my skull.
"Mmm…" I moaned in pain. My eyebrows scrunching together.
"Emily wake up." Judson whispered.
"It hurts."
"What hurts Em?"
"My head. Its pounding." I whispered.
Judson reached up and stroked my hair, I flinched, not intentionally. But just from the pain. It was like everything inside of my skull has been slammed into the concrete.
"I'm sorry." I said as I forced my eyes open.
"For what?" He asked confused.
"You know what, Judson… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
"I was kinda hoping you wouldn't remember." He admitted.
"How could I forget?... I told you. I can't control it. I don't know how."
"So what stopped you?"
"I'm not sure. It was like something inside me flipped a switch. Someone inside my head started screaming, and then there was just pain. Lots of pain. Piercing sounds. They wouldn't stop."
"I know Em."
I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He held me back, gently rubbing my scalp with his fingertips. It helped to dull the pain.
"Lets get you some aspirin or something okay?" He said as he stood and walked over to the counter.
I stood up, but it must have been too fast. I suddenly felt dizzy and sat back down.
"Easy Em." Judson said as he walked back over and knelt in front of me, handing me a couple of pills and something to drink."
The door opened and my brothers came in, carrying Chinese take out.
"Well look who's up." Dean said as he set down the food and came over to me, Judson stood and stepped out of his way so he could crouch in front of me, he reached up and used his thumb to skim my cheek.
"Ow…" I flinched.
"Sorry kiddo… I didn't know what else to do." Dean said as he reached up and kissed my cheek.
"So you're what made it stop?"
"Yeah. He knocked you out cold Em." Sam said front the end of the bed.
"How's the head?"
"It hurts like hell." I mumbled.
Dean outstretched his hands as he stood, pulling me up with him.
"Lets get you some food kiddo, it'll help."
I nodded and followed Dean over to the table, picking at chicken fried rice in silence, mostly staring at Judson across the table from me, who also seemed to just pick at his food.
"So… did I kill them?" I asked. Almost too afraid to know the answer.
"No Em, you didn't. You did good. You saved them." Dean told me, reaching out his hand to grab mine.
"There were a few who's bodies had been too damaged to survive, and one Demon that got away. But for the most part, you did it." Sam added.
"One got away? How?" I asked confused.
"I don't know. But he took off not long after you hit the ground."
"…What happened? To me. While it was all happening."
"Emily does it really matter? Its over now." Dean asked.
"Yeah. It matters to me… I almost killed him." I said looking up to Judson. "I want to know what happened, and I can't remember it all. Just bits and pieces."
"Well." Sam sighed. "They came in, and once Dean yelled at you they started to fall to the ground on his side. The ones on mine panicked and tried to run, but Phil and Nancy dumped the salt lines and trapped them in, then they all hit the ground as well. The exorcism started, and that's pretty much it."
"Sam. Don't lie to me."
He took a deep breath, looking to Dean.
"You remember the red smoke you told us about when that guy at the party tried to hurt you?" Dean asked me. I nodded. "It… filled the halls. It went right past Sam and I and it… blanketed them. All of them. I don't know how you did it Em, I just know your eyes were red again, and it was like your feet weren't even on the ground, like something was holding you up in the air."
"I tried to stop you, that's when you turned and pushed me against the wall." Judson chimed in.
"Sam and I ran over and tried to stop you, but we couldn't get to you. There was this… pressure, pushing against me every time I reached for you. Then you just stopped, and started screaming. You were bleeding from your eyes, your nose, your ears… you scared the hell out of me kiddo. I wasn't sure you were gonna survive it. You just kept screaming for it to stop."
I looked down, staring at the ugly wood grain pattern on the table.
"Emily. I know you didn't mean to. Its okay, I'm fine." Judson said, but I still refused to look up and meet his eyes.
"I'm gonna take a walk." I said pushing away from the table.
"Em, don't." Sam said reaching out for me, but I pulled my arm away and walked outside. Shutting the door behind me and walking to sit on the trunk of the impala.
It was long before footsteps were behind me.
"I could have killed him Dean."
"But you didn't. You stopped." He said coming to stand right in front of me.
"But what if I hadn't, what if I can't next time?"
"Emily why are you beating yourself up right now? You saved those people!"
I couldn't stop myself, I began to cry. Dean quickly wrapped me in his arms.
"Kiddo what's wrong?"
"Daddy would hate me." I cried into his shoulder.
"What?!"
"I-I I'm a monster! He kn-knew I had to be st-t-topped."
"No Emily, that's not what he meant! Emily dad didn't know about any of this… he didn't know what would happen."
"He-he told you to kill me, Dean!"
"He didn't say it like that kiddo, he doesn't want you do die."
"He would hate me if he knew what I had become." I said sniffling
"Emily is that what's got you so upset about all this? You're worried about what Dad would think right now?"
I shook my head up and down. Crying again.
"Emily, Dad loved you. He loved you more than anything in this world! He would be proud of you for facing this, for not running from it, for not wanting to hurt people… for saving us. Time after time. Emily Dad would not be disappointed in you. I know it."
"I miss him De."
"I do too babygirl. Every day."
"What do we do now Dean? We're being hunted… we still don't have Bela or the colt."
"We fight back, like we always have."
"Its never been this hard before, De."
"Doesn't change anything Em, we don't give up. Its not who we are."
I nodded my head up and down and hugged him tightly, letting him hug me back.
"Let's go back inside, okay?"
I jumped down and we walked back in. Sam was making salt lines and Judson was throwing away trash from dinner.
"I tossed the rest of your food in the fridge, in case you want it later."
"Thanks." I smiled. He winked back.
"I'm gonna jump in the shower." Dean mumbled as he grabbed a towel and walked past us.
Judson started packing some things in his bag. I sat on the bed cross legged in front of him as he did.
"You doing okay?" He asked.
"Honestly… I don't know. But I will be."
Everything in me still felt on edge. Like the power was still pulsing in my veins. Scratching at me to get out.
"I'm gonna pick back up on searching for Bela. Reach out and see if anyone might have a lead."
"Sam's gonna try to pin the location she called them from. You could just stay and see what we find."
"The more eyes we have out looking the better." He said as he pushed something to the bottom of his bag.
"True." I nodded.
He zipped up his bag and looked at me.
"Wanna walk me out?"
"Sure. Sam I'll be right back." I said standing and walking out to his truck with him. Wishing he would just stay with us. We got out past the door and closed it behind us. He reached down and took my hand, linking it with his as we walked. He went to open the door, but I pulled his hand back.
"Wait." I said softly.
He looked at me concerned.
"What's wrong?"
"… Don't go."
He sighed and put down his bag. I released his hand and crossed my arms. He stared at me for a heavy moment, his expression unreadable. His green eyes discussing something within himself.
I would give anything to know what's in his head right now.
"Why?" He finally asked.
"Because I want you to stay."
"Dean's not gonna have it Em."
"We're being hunted by demons. He's gonna take any extra help he can get. He trusts you."
"It doesn't matter if he trusts me. It matters if you trust me."
I stepped forward and kissed him again, something I'll never get used to doing. Its like the first time all over again… He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
"Please. Don't go… stay with us. Stay with me." I whispered as I pulled away.
"Okay. I'll stay." He said, he kissed my forehead and I wrapped my arms around his solid chiseled torso. Feeling his muscles under his thin shirt. What was a guy like this doing kissing me?
"Lets go back in, its safer inside." He said as he pulled me along by my hand.
I opened the door but stopped dead in my tracks.
"Ruby." I groaned.
"If you two are done playing house out there we have some real issues to deal with."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked her.
"Turn on the news."
Sam picked up the remote and put it on the local news… showing the police station on fire.
No survivors…
"What happened to them?" I asked in shock, feeling my eyes sting. Judson wrapped his arm across my shoulders. I held onto it tightly.
"Considering the size of the blast… smart money's on Lilith." Ruby explained, then she proceeded to toss us all a hex bag. "Take these."
"What's in these?" Dean asked.
"Something that will throw Lilith off your track… for a little while."
"Thanks." Sam said.
"Don't thank me. Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin, plus a half a dozen other people. So after your big speech about humanity and war, turns out your plan? was the one with the body count. Do you know how to run a battle? You strike fast and you don't leave any survivors. So no one can go running to tell the boss. So next time… we go with my plan."
"Your plan was ass." I told her.
"Oh and you did so much better? You're lucky you didn't kill them all yourself. You're volatile Emmy Lou… a danger to everything around you. And the worst part is you know it."
"I think you should go now." Sam spoke up.
Ruby huffed and shook her head, but quickly went past us and out the door. I slammed it behind her.
"Don't listen to her Em. She's just scared of you." Dean said walking over towards the bed. "We shouldn't stay. She's too close. Everyone load up, we're heading out."
"Where are we gonna go?" I asked.
"I don't know Em… just away from here. I can't let her get to you and Sam."
"I'll stick around, keep an extra set of eyes on this one." Judson offered putting his hands on my shoulders.
"Yeah. I bet." Dean said with raised eyebrows as he walked past us.
"… should I be worried about that?" Judson leaned down and whispered.
"Henriksen told him about the elevator."
"Shit."
"Be afraid, be very afraid."