Author's Note: Not gonna lie… there may or may not have been tears shed writing this. I was really nervous about this chapter cause I felt like there has been so much build up to it. SO… with that being said. I hope it satisfies you all after all the momentum its gained. The next few chapters are going to be kind of different. I'm kinda playing with how I want to space out Dean's time in hell… if you have any requests or recommendations I'm all ears! I love you guys so much! Thanks for sticking by Emily through all of this! Things may get ugly, but I promise they'll get better! Love you all! Please leave a review and let me know what direction you'd like to see this go!
(Third Person POV)
Sam stood in the doorway silently, watching as Emily scrubbed a spot on the floor intensely. As if getting that one stain off the tile flooring would fix the mess they were in. He sighed as he counted the hours in his head… 36 hours. That's all they had left to save his brother. Part of him felt guilty, none of this would have happened had he not died in the first place. The other part of him felt terrified. If Dean dies then he becomes the big brother. He becomes the boss. He and he alone becomes responsible for Emily.
How did all of this happen so fast?
Wasn't it just yesterday that they still had weeks left?
The harder he watched her scrub that one damn spot the harder it became to stand in silence.
"Em, give it a rest will ya?" He called out softly. Without looking up at him she sat up on the same knees she's been on for hours and dropped the scrub brush in the bucket.
"I gotta do something Sammy." She whispered. She'd gone through every book under this roof multiple times, none of them held the answer to their problem. She felt completely helpless. So she busied herself with mindless tasks, things that allowed her to focus on something small, something fixable, hoping that an epiphany would come to her and save the day.
"I know kiddo, but you've scrubbed every inch of this floor already."
"I know I just, I gotta get this one spot up… its like its yelling at me!" She said reaching back down for the scrubber.
Sam walked towards her and bent down, taking the brush from her hands.
"Emily why don't you go outside, see if Judson needs a hand. Get some fresh air."
"I don't wanna leave Dean in there alone."
"He's taking a nap anyways, you haven't been more than 10 feet away from him all week, I promise. He's not going anywhere in the next couple of hours sweetheart."
"I wanna be here when he wakes up."
"I'll come get you. I promise."
Emily sat and debated it for a second, finally nodding. Sam stood and grabbed her hands, pulling her up off the floor, her knees bright red. She stretched for a second then stepped forward and leaned against him. She wrapped her arms around his slender waist and squeezed. Sam rubbed his hands up and down her back, truth be told he was terrified at the thought of losing Dean, but even more terrified of how he was going to help Emily deal with it. She was so reliant on him, and she was only attaching herself more at the fear of losing him forever. He hoped that having Judson around would give her another person to rely on, would help her branch out from Dean some, but it hadn't made a difference up to now. The more He and Dean both tried to push her to stand on her own two feet the more she felt lost and held on tighter.
It was a vicious circle that was sure to end in misery. But no one knew how to stop it.
(Emily's POV)
I walked out the front door and through the yard, a chill causing me to wrap my arms around myself. I heard clinking in the garage and saw the faint light of the cracked door shine out into the junk yard. I wasn't the only one who was anxiously busying themselves. Bobby has been in and out of the house all week hunting down leads, I've been cleaning, and Judson and Dean have been tinkering with cars and Sam keeps going through every book and website he can find. I guess we're all kind of a mess right now.
I pushed the door open grabbing Judson's attention.
"Hey." I whispered with a half smile. "You get this thing running yet?"
"Close, but not quite… how you holding up?" He asked setting down his tools and wiping his hands.
"Well. I was scrubbing the stain in front of the dishwasher but Sam made me come outside." I shrugged. Judson looked between my face and my red knees, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"How long were you down there this time?"
"A couple of hours."
"Ya know." He smiled. "If you wanted to put those knees to work I have better things in mind then scrubbing the floors."
"You're such a perv." I giggled.
"But I'm a perv that made you smile." He said walking over and kissing my lips tenderly. "I haven't seen that smile in a few days."
"I'm worried you may not see it for a while longer if a miracle doesn't happen."
"Hang in there Em… somethings gonna come up. I know it." He said as he wrapped his arms around me.
"What if it doesn't?" I whispered.
"Then I'll be here for you, and Sam… and Bobby. And even if we can't save him, I promise you'll never be alone."
"So what then I live the rest of my life knowing he's in hell? No… I can't."
"Okay.. okay, calm down babe. Even if Dean goes to hell, we'll search for a way to get him out, okay? I promise."
"Its not fair… he doesn't deserve to go. Out of everyone on the planet, he just doesn't deserve this. He's never done anything but help people."
"I know Em."
I buried my face into the crook of his neck and let him soothe my nerves with his hand running through my hair, I breathed him in. Even covered in car grease he was beautiful. He was soft, and rough all at the same time… and he was here with me.
"I'll never understand why you put up with me." I mumbled against him.
"You're not so bad." He said pulling back and kissing me again, I reached up and wove my fingers through his hair. He pushed me back until I bumped into the old car. His hands reached down behind my legs and lifted, setting me on the trunk, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him as close to me as I could. I get that right now is probably the absolute worst time for any of this but… It was the only thing that felt good. It was the only thing that felt right in this mess of things gone wrong.
His hands traced up my stomach under my shirt, stopping on the lining of my bra. He slid one finger under the loop in the center of my breasts and pulled on it slightly. I immediately reached back to unhook it but then he stopped.
"Whoa cowgirl… slow your roll." He whispered as he pulled my hands behind me back and held both my wrists between one of his hands. I laid back against the car and fought to catch my breath as his other hand wound circles around my belly button.
"You're such a tease." I breathed.
"Oh I can show you a tease." He grinned deviously. With my hands still locked behind my back he pushed my shirt up about half way. Then he leaned down and used ran his tongue across the edge of my jeans. In one swift motion he grabbed them in between his teeth and yanked loose the button, once I felt it pop he reattached his mouth to the zipper and pulled it all the way down. My heart nearly stopped. He planted kisses from my belly button down to edge of my lacy black underwear, pulling at the fabric.
"Oh god…" I shuddered. Begging him silently to keep going. He released my hands and pulled me back up. I grabbed his face and pulled him to me, my tongue sliding across his in the heat of the moment. My hands dropped and pulled against his belt, undoing the buckle. I was almost shocked when he didn't stop me, I could feel him growing excited against my thighs, and it just made me want him even more.
"Emily wait." He breathed heavily pulling away form me.
"Why?" I groaned in displeasure.
"Because… this isn't right. Not right now."
"What's so wrong about it?"
"Your mind is in a million different places, this isn't going make it any easier. I promise babe… when the dust settles. I'll still be here, and we can do whatever you want. But right now I just don't feel right about it. Okay?"
"Why are you so fucking hot?" I groaned exasperated as I fell back on the trunk again. He laughed, then rezipped and buttoned my pants.
"It's the eyes, gets em every time." He shrugged nonchalantly. I scoffed and he laughed. He pulled me back to stand and slapped my ass as I started to walk back towards the house.
When we wandered in Dean was still where I left him, asleep at the desk, reading through another book. I stopped to stare at him, he was flinching in his sleep, having a nightmare no doubt. They started about a week ago… now we both wake up every night.
"I'm gonna jump in the shower, you still gonna be down here when I'm done?" Judson asked kissing my shoulder.
"Yeah. You know where to find me."
He trotted up the stairs, and I walked over to Dean.
I ran my hand through his short hair. Shaking his shoulder to wake him.
"De.. Dean. Wake up."
He jumped awake and I could tell his heart was racing and his breath felt far from him. He looked around sporadically.
"Its okay De."
"Wha- what time is it?"
"I don't know… I ripped all the clocks off the walls a couple of hours ago." I admitted guiltily.
Dean sat back on his chair and stared at the book on the desk in front of him. The page was turned to hell hounds. When he looked at them fear struck him. I reached forward and shut the book.
"De… are you okay?"
"I'm good kiddo. I'm good." He said reaching up and pushing some hair behind my ear. I turned and sat sideways on his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck. He held me easily, just like he has my entire life. We just sat in silence… both of us too afraid to say anything at all.
"De, I love you."
"I love you too, Em." He mumbled sleepily.
"Do you wanna go to bed?"
"No, no… lets just go stretch out on the couch. This chair is a little small." He said as I climbed off his lap. He stood and stretched his muscles, Then he pushed me over to the couch in Bobby's living room and stretched out, opening his arms for me to some sit with him. When I did he pulled a blanket up around us.
"You know what I want kiddo?"
"Hm?"
"I wanna hear you sing again… its been so long. I don't know why you stopped. Your voice could melt every person in a room."
"Fine… but only for you. I don't wanna go somewhere. I wanna stay here."
"Deal." He chuckled.
I climbed back up and walked over to Bobby's old piano.
"You know… I wish you guys would have stuck to it when you were trying to force me to learn this thing."
"Well we'll add it to the list of things I did wrong in life."
"Dean… don't do that."
I sat and piddled, playing a couple of random keys.
"Need someone to play that thing?" Judson walked in and asked.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Only if you want to hear my terrible off key singing."
He rolled his eyes.
"Move over."
I looked up at Dean and he watched carefully as Judson sat down on the bench beside me, he then reached up and began playing some beautiful musical tune I didn't recognize, it was beautiful. Dean and I swapped surprised glances.
"What shall I play for you my dear?" He teased.
"Hmmm… something for Dean." I mumbled out loud, then it came to me and I pulled up the song's piano sheet music on my laptop for Judson to read. Once I placed it on the top of the piano he gave me a curious glance.
"Well can you play it or not?"
"I guess we're fixing to find out."
"Do me a favor and slow it down… its better that way. I promise."
"Fine. You're the lead here."
Judson began to play, slowly.
"Hey brother, there's an endless road to re-discover. Hey sister, know the water's sweet but blood is thicker".
"Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you, There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do."
My voice tried to crack, so I pulled back and swallowed for a second, meeting eyes with Dean for only a moment. Knowing If I stared at him too long I wouldn't be able to continue.
"Hey brother, do you still believe in one another? Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder? Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you,There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do."
I pushed through the lump forming in my throat as I felt the words hit my straight in the chest. Because I truly would give the world to save my brother at this moment.
"What if I'm far from home? Oh, brother I will hear you call."
"What if I lose it all? Oh, sister I will help you out!"
"Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you, There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do."
I looked up again to lock eyes with Dean, a red rim forming around his bright green eyes.
Don't do this to me now De…
I pushed, forcing myself not to fall apart.
"Hey brother, there's an endless road to re-discover. Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder?"
"Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you, There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do."
This point in this song is an instrumental break. Judson played it beautifully, increasing and decreasing the tempo accordingly to mix it up from the original but still keep it to where I could come back in at the tempo we've been on. Dean and I stared at one another, secretly we both knew these were some of our last minutes together, but neither of us would let ourselves believe it.
A tear fell down my face, then another.
I had to pull my gaze away from him. I leaned my head down and tried to focus on the music so I'd know when to come in, thankfully Judson nudged me with his elbow and counted me back in.
"What if I'm far from home? Oh, brother I will hear you call.
"What if I lose it all? Oh, sister I will help you out!"
"Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you, There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do."
Judson finished the last of the song, I reached up and wiped my face. It took everything I had not to fall apart sitting on this bench next to him.
"Em." He whispered sadly. I couldn't stand the pity, I couldn't stand the guilty look on Dean's face… I couldn't stand spending another second crying in front of Dean when we should be savoring every moment we had. Fighting to save him…
"I'm a… gonna take a shower, okay?" I said quickly standing and walking over to Dean, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek.
"I'm so sorry Kiddo." Dean whispered before letting me go. I nodded and quickly pulled away from him. I ran up the stairs and was sure to at least make it to the other side of the door before collapsing into a mess of sobs.
I don't know how to do this… any of this.
I don't know how to grieve before the loss.
Or how to put the process on hold till he's actually gone.
I don't know how to make myself stop the crying.
I didn't know the human body could produce so damn many.
"Emily…" Sam's soft voice knocked on the other side. I slid away from the door and didn't respond, but he opened it anyways.
He quickly came to sit next to me on the floor, I didn't hesitate to cry into him as he held me. Neither of us saying a word.
Because lets face it…. There aren't any words left to say.
….
(Third Person's POV)
Dean sat on the couch in silence, looking up at Judson who was still sitting at the piano bench. His eyes were focused on the staircase that Emily had just disappeared upon.
"You know." Dean said catching Judson's attention. "She's going to need you. You and Sam, and Bobby. She uh… she's only going to get worse for a while."
"Yeah. I know." Judson said softly, walking over to sit in a chair across from the couch.
"There uh, there's some things you should know. Sam pretty much knows all this anyways but uh, if you're gonna be around then you should know them too."
"Okay. Sounds fair." Judson nodded.
"Um, she uh.. she doesn't like sleeping alone. It makes nightmares worse. Even if she's only touching someone's arm or their foot with her leg, its enough. Just as long as she knows she's not alone she'll be fine."
"Is this you giving me permission?" Judson asked with raised eyebrows.
"You had better be and STAY fully clothed."
Judson laughed at Dean's expression.
"Okay… what else?" He added. His tone falling more serious.
"Um. Don't make fun of her weird food choices. She gets self-conscious about them. And she doesn't actually like pizza… she just pretends to because she knows Sam and I like it. So don't ever get pizza. Always get Chinese. Or Italian. She loves pasta…" Dean's gaze wandered, as if bringing a memory to mind. He chuckled to himself.
"Cheesecake for birthdays?" Judson asked.
"Yeah… yeah. Cheesecake for anything. Cheesecake for birthdays and bad days, and broken hearts, and cravings. OH! Speaking of cravings. When that time of the month hits- fuzzy socks and a heating pad. Seriously. The only thing that she wants."
"Fuzzy socks?" Judson asked with a funny look on his face.
"Yeah. I uh… first time was kinda awkward. But. Fuzzy socks. They just made her so happy."
"Fuzzy socks to make her happy… got it."
"Don't take her to scary movies. Unless you're planning on staying up all night with her."
"What? Are you kidding me? Scary movies… she fights monsters."
"Hey man, I know." Dean laughed. "But something about scary movies just get to her. Especially dolls and clowns. She got that from Sammy."
"So what kind of movies then?"
"Comedy. Action… Disney."
"Great." He sighed.
"Don't make fun of her for crying in sad movies… she tries to hide it. Sam and I usually pretend not to notice. Cause it embarrasses her, but her heart is just so big… she loves so much. Like our mom."
"Can I ask you a question and you not be angry or offended by it… its genuine curiosity." Judson said leaning forward.
"Sure." Dean said slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Why did you raise her to be so dependent on you and Sam? You were raised to be hunters. Surely you had to know you or Sam would die along the way, and that it would leave her… like this. I mean she has these streaks of independence, but when it comes to you and Sam she's too afraid to stand on her own. Why didn't you push her more?"
Dean looked down at the floor. He had asked himself the same thing for years now. Did he love her too much? Did he not push her hard enough? Did he not prepare her for the life of a hunter…
"I think it's because I felt like I had to play two roles in her life. Big brother, and father. When she was little she craved attention because Dad was always here and there. So I tried to make up for it, and it just kinda became what it is. She'll figure it out, I promise. But it's just gonna be hard until she does."
"Dean man, I wish there was a way to stop all this. For your sake and Em's."
"Me too… but who knows. 30 something hours left on the clock… Winchester's usually tend to pull a miracle out of their ass at the last minute."
"Well I'd be happy to see that."
"I'm serious though man… if and when all this goes bad. I'm asking you to promise me right here, don't leave her. She's going to push you away, and she's going to get angry, and say shit she doesn't mean. She's going to go down some dark roads… but just hang in there with her."
"I promise."
…..
(Emily's POV)
"Hey!" Sam hollered as he came trotting down the stairs, Dean and I who were both snoozing on the couch sat up. Judson was asleep in the chair and barely groaned.
"Yeah?" Dean hollered back.
"Bobby just called… he's got something."
I instantly perked awake, going over to the chair and elbowing Judson one good time. He groaned as he held his stomach and shot me the bitch face.
"Yeah. A way to find Lilith."
"Oh with just uh- thirty hours to go." Dean smiled weakly.
"Its something De." I said.
"Hey, why don't we just make a TJ-run, yeah? You know... some senoritas, cervezas, uh, we could... What's Spanish for donkey show?"
"So if we do save you... Let's never do that." Sam snickered.
"Yeah..." Dean sighed discouragingly.
"Hey, Dean." Sam sighed walking forward. "Look, we're cutting it close, I know. But we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not gonna go to hell. I'm not gonna let you."
Dean looked between Sam and I. Not sure what to say.
"I swear. Everything's gonna be okay."
A look in Dean's eye changed slightly, so small that had I not been watching him I wouldn't have noticed it. Then he quickly regained his composure.
"Yeah, okay." He smiled.
"Bobby will be here in an hour."
….
"So you need a name, that's the whole kit and caboodle. With the right name, right ritual, ain't nothing you can't suss out." Bobby explained as he laid out a map of the US and a few trinkets.
"Like the town Lilith's in?" I asked hopeful.
"Kid, when I get done, we'll know the street." Bobby smiled. I looked at Judson and smiled… this was it! This is our miracle! I just know it. He smiled at me encouragingly. I stood and linked my hand with his. Watching as Bobby began the ritual, swinging a pendulum back and forth over the map… until it stopped suddenly.
"New Harmony, Indiana." Dean whispered.
"And we have a winner." Bobby smiled.
"Alright." Sam cheered. "Let's go."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Let's all shut up there, Tex." Dean interrupted just before we all split to pack.
"What's the problem?" I asked him.
"What's the problem? Come on, where do I begin? I mean, first of all, we don't even know if Lilith holds my deal. We're going off of Bela's intel? Now when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked. Okay. Second, even if we could get to Lilith, we have no way to gank her. And third, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your pretty little head on a pike? Sam's too! Should I continue?"
"Ain't you just bringing down the room." Bobby grumbled.
"Yeah, well, it's a gift." Dean smiled sarcastically.
"Well then what are we supposed to do Dean?!" Sam asked.
"Just 'cause I gotta die doesn't mean you have to, okay. Either we go in smart or we don't go in at all."
"Okay, fine. If that's the case I have the answer."
"You do?" I asked turning to Sam… please. C'mon guys! This is our chance!
"Yeah. A sure-fire way to confirm it's Lilith and a way to get us a bona fide demon-killing ginsu."
"Damn it, Sam, no." Dean sighed.
"We're so past arguing. Dean, I am summoning Ruby." Sam said taking a stand.
"The hell you are! We have enough problems as it is."
"De I'm with Sam on this! I hate her just as much as you do… but she's got the knife! We can SAVE you Dean!"
"We've got no time and no choice either." Sam added before Dean could respond.
"Come on man, she is the Miss Universe of lying skanks, okay. She told you that she could save me, huh – lie. She seems to know everything about Lilith but forgot to mention, oh right – Lilith owns my soul!"
"Okay, fine. She's a liar. She's still got that knife."
"Dean." Bobby sighed.
"For all we know, she works for Lilith." Dean argued.
"Then give me another option, Dean. I mean, tell me what else." Sam interrupted.
"Sam's right." I said crossing my arms. We HAVE to try.
"NO! DAMN IT!" Dean yelled. Bobby looked at him surprised… they stared each other down for a few minutes. Dean finally took a breath. "Just no. We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again. You guys wanna save me, find something else."
"What?!" I cut in utterly disgusted. "You have got to be fucking kidding me!"
I could feel the house begin to rattle, but I couldn't stop it.
"After all this! After everything we've done! You want to pass on what could be THE ONLY way we have left to save you! What the fuck is wrong with you Dean!"
"Emily stop! I will not get you and Sam killed trying to fix this!"
"Oh fuck you Dean! I don't give a shit what you say! We're summoning her!"
"No you're not!"
"YES I AM!" I screamed. The crystal ball on the table burst and shattered into pieces, the bottles on the counter flew off and across the room, smashing into the wall.
Everyone ducked and paused for a moment, except for Dean and I. We stared each other down without a word, I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and then in my stomach and my hands.
"Em, why don't we go outside for a second." Judson whispered grabbing my hand. I pulled it away from him.
Bobby began to walk out of the room, this caught our attention and we both looked away.
"Where are you going, Bobby?" Sam asked.
"I guess to... find something else." Bobby sighed with his hands up in the air.
Sam sighed and leaned against the wall.
"No Ruby… that's final." Dean said before leaving the room.
Sam and I shared a look… then a nod.
We're saving his ass, no matter how stubborn it is.
"Judson… keep Dean upstairs." I said as Sam and I disappeared into the basement.
"You ready Em?" Sam said as he finished drawing the last of the symbols on the wall. I lifted the flask of holy water, then slid it into my back pocket. Sam nodded.
"Sam… I'm telling you now. If she resists. I'll kill her."
"If you can't handle being down here, then you need to go upstairs and keep an eye out for Dean."
"No way… the knife is our chance to save Dean. I'm not going anywhere."
"Well then chill out, and shut up." He warned.
I hate the way he defends Ruby. It makes me want to hurl. I rolled my eyes but took two steps back into the shadows.
"Ad construgendum ad ligandum eos pariter Et solvendum." Sam chanted. "Et ad congregantum eos coram me."
"You know, phones work too." Ruby smiled form behind Sam. He turned to look at her. "Hey, Sam. How's tricks?"
"How do you get around so fast?"
"I got the Super Bowl jet pack So. You called?"
"Did you know?"
"Um – gonna need a tiny bit more."
"About Dean's deal. That Lilith holds the contract."
"Yes, I did." She shrugged.
What a fucking bitch! It took everything I had to hold back and not kill her where she stood for just that.
"And… what? You didn't think that was important?"
"You weren't ready."
"For what?"
"If I told you, you three yahoos would have just charged after her half-cocked and Lilith would have peeled the meat from your pretty, pretty faces."
"Well we're ready now." I said stepping forward. She turned to face me.
"There's sweet little Emmy Lou."
"Gimme the knife, bitch."
"Ya know…" She said walking towards me. "You're right about one thing. You are ready. I've heard about all the trouble you've been causing with the Demons. Torture suits you well. And now's the time, too. Lilith's guard's down."
"Is that so?" Sam asked.
"She's on shore-leave. A little R&R."
"The hell's that mean?"
"Trust me, you don't wanna know. You didn't lose those hex bags I gave you?"
"We've got 'em."
"Good. Then she won't sense that you're coming."
"So you'll give us the knife?" I asked.
"No."
"But you just said–" I began angrily.
"You wanna charge in with one little pigsticker? It's a waste of a true-blue window. Like getting Hitler with that exploding briefcase. Forget it."
"Fine, then how?"
"I know how to save your brother, Sam." She said turning away from me and back to Sam.
"No, you don't! You told Dean you couldn't! You've been lying to me all along, so just give me your damn knife!"
"You're not the one I've been lying to."
"Oh, so you can save him?"
"So help me God you better answer that carefully… cause I'm about done with this conversation." I warned her.
"No." She sighed. "But you can."
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"Sam, you've got some God-given talent. Well, not "God"-given but you get the gist."
"All that psychic crap? That's gone ever since Yellow-Eyes died." Sam argued.
But mine's not… the thought began running through my mind.
"Not gone, dormant. And not just visions either. Why do you think Lilith is so scared of you? Emily too…"
"Right... she's scared of me. " I rolled my eyes.
"If you wanted, you could wipe her off the map without moving a muscle, Sam."
"I don't believe you."
"It's the truth."
"And you decided to tell me this just now?"
"Um... demon. Manipulative's kinda in the job description. Fact is, is that you would have never considered it. Not until you were –"
"Desperate enough?" I cut in. She shrugged nonchalantly.
"You don't like being different. You hate the way Dean looks at you sometimes. Like you're some kind of sideshow freak. But suck it up because we've got a lot of ground to cover, and we've gotta do it fast. But we can do it." She said to Sam.
Sam bit his lip as he looked at the ground, but then he looked back up to her.
"Look. Call me a bitch, hate me all you want, but I have never lied to you, Sam. Not ever. And I'm telling you. You... can save your brother, and I can show you how."
"Why Sam… Why can't I do it? If he's out of the game then let him be out. You said yourself you heard what I was doing to the demons."
"Truth is Emmy Lou… maybe you can. Or maybe you can't. You're still a mystery to us all. Sam however, Sam I was prepared to work with. Sam I can work with. You're too volatile my dear."
"Why don't you just let me show you what I can do." I said lifting my hand, her hands went straight to her throat, her eyes wide… I watched as a thin line of red smoke began to move from my palm.
"Emily! Stop!" Sam yelled. I pulled back reluctantly. Ruby coughed and recomposed herself. I just want to kill her and take the fucking knife!
"Sam, lets finish this shit." I said aggravated.
"Yeah Sam… lets finish this. Are you in or not? There are so many things I can teach you." Ruby asked.
"So that's you, huh? Our slutty little Yoda." Dean's voice caught us all off guard. I jumped and spun, watching him appear out of the shadows.
"Dean." Ruby smiled. "Charming as ever."
"Aw, I knew you'd show up. Because I knew THEY wouldn't listen." Dean said shooting daggers at Sam and I. I looked away guiltily. "But you're not gonna teach him anything, you understand me? Over my dead body."
"Oh. Well, you're right about that." Ruby smiled. I went towards her but suddenly Sam's arm was around me, holding me back.
"What you are gonna do is give me that knife. And then you can just go crawl back into whatever slop you came from and never bother me or my brother again. Are we clear?"
"Your brother is carrying a bomb inside of him and we'd be stupid not to use it."
"Dean, look, just hold on for one –" Sam tried.
"Sam! Don't. Come on man, what, are you blind? Can't you see that this is a trick?" Dean yelled angrily.
"That's not true." Ruby cooed.
"She wants you to give into this whole demonic psychic whatever, okay. I mean hell, she probably wants you to become her little anti-christ Super Star."
"I want Lilith dead. That's all." Ruby said just as angry as Dean now.
"Why?" Dean asked her.
"I've told you why!"
"Oh, right, yeah. Because you were human once and you liked kittens and long walks on the beach."
"You know, I am so sick of proving myself to you. You wanna save yourself, this is how. You dumb, spineless dick."
Dean suddenly swung and decked her in the face. Sam and I stood shocked, Ruby quickly reacted and they went to all out blows.
"Ruby, hey!" Sam yelled.
"That's it! She's fucking dead!" I said charging towards them, but Sam pulled me back.
"LET ME GO SAM!"
He pushed me away and approached Ruby, but she spun and punched him, he fell to the floor, holding his now bleeding mouth.
"Ah hell no bitch!" I charged her and jumped on her back, wailing hit after hit to the side of her face. She stood and slammed me backwards against the concrete wall. The blow took all the air out of my chest and I let go, sliding to the floor. I watched as she walked over to Dean and picked him up off the floor. He smiled, chuckling.
"The hell are you grinning at?" She asked him.
"Missing something?" He teased. He lifts her knife into the air. He takes a couple of steps back from her while she stood in shock and anger realizing she had been tricked so that Dean could get close enough to grab it.
"I'll kill you, you son of a bitch." She went to charge him, but was stopped by an invisible wall, she paused… then looked up to the devil's trap painted on the ceiling.
"Like I said..." Dean teased, walking over and pulling me up off the ground. "I knew you'd come."
Dean pulled me towards the staircase, Sam followed behind us.
"Wait! You're just gonna leave me here?"
"Let's go, Sam." Dean said putting a hand on his back, trailing us up the steps.
"Oh, oh you – so you're just too stupid to live, is that it? Then fine! You deserve hell! I wish I could be there, Dean. I wish I could smell the flesh sizzle off your bones! I WISH I COULD BE THERE TO HEAR YOU SCREAM!"
"I'm gonna fucking kill her." I mumbled to Sam as we reached the top of the stairs.
"And I wish you'd shut your pie hole, but we don't always get what we want." Dean said coming up the steps himself. I walked away from the door and towards the kitchen, still fighting to get my chest full of air again. I looked up to Judson, who was sipping a beer leaning against the counter.
"Nice job watching Dean." I said sarcastically, holding my stomach.
"Hey I watched him… watched him walk his pissed self right down to the basement."
"You're such an ass." I said as I jumped on the counter.
"Are you okay?"
"Fine… just gotta catch my breath. Bitch slammed me into the wall."
"That's what you get for not listening." Dean said charging into the room, Sam behind him.
"We're just gonna let Ruby rot down there?" Sam sighed.
"That's the idea." Dean smiled.
"I'm okay with that." I added.
"Dean, what if, uh... What if Ruby's right? What if I can take out Lilith?" Sam asked. Dean shot him a look I can't even put into words.
"Quit looking at me like that." Sam said.
"What, are you gonna give her the Carrie-stare and Lilith goes poof?"
"I don't know what Ruby meant. You know, maybe we should just go ask her."
"Sam, you wanted the knife – I got you the knife."
"Dean, just listen to me for a second. Last time Lilith snapped her fingers and put thirty demons on our ass, and all we got's one little knife? I mean, like you said, we go in smart or we don't go in at all."
"Well, this ain't smart."
"We got one shot at this, Dean. Just one. So if there's a sure-fire way then maybe we should just talk about it."
"No."
"De maybe he's right… look. We don't even have to involve Ruby. Let ME do it. You know I can take down a demon without a problem. I can take her out, I know it. Then Sam doesn't have to work with Ruby, you don't go to hell, and we all get what we want."
"No. I'm not putting you in that position again."
"What position Dean?! A little nose bleed? Who cares!"
"Em, just listen to him." Judson sighed.
"No! You two listen to me! I know these probably have something to do with yellow eyes which isn't promising when I think about where they came from, but if they can do good then why let them go to waste! I'm not like Sam. His are dormant or whatever, mine are HERE. I can use them!"
"Maybe we should let her try Dean." Sam agreed.
"Sam. We are not gonna make the same mistake all over again."
"You said that but what does it even mean?"
"Don't you see a pattern here? Dad's deal, my deal, now this? I mean every time one of us is – is – is up the creek the other is begging to sell their soul. That's all this is, man. Ruby's just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it's paved with and you know where it's going. I'm not letting you or Em fall into the trap! We use the knife."
"Dean. What do you think is gonna happen? This is me, I can handle it." I begged hopping off the counter top. Dean continued to shake his head no. Not looking at me. "And if it'll save you..."
"Why even risk it?" Dean interrupted.
"Because you're my brother. Because you did the same thing for me, De." I told him softly.
"I know... and look how that turned out."
"Dean we won't let that happen again." Sam said sitting across from him at the table.
"All I'm saying… Sammy, all I'm saying is that you two are my weak spot."
"You are. And I'm yours. All three of us default to saving each other EVERY time. Its where we mess up."
"De… We're… we're family." I said feeling my throat constrict.
"I know kiddo. And those evil sons of bitches know it too. I mean, what we'll do for each other, you know, how far we'll go? They're using it against us."
"So what? We just stop looking out for each other?" Sam asked.
"No, we stop being martyrs, man. We – we – we stop spreading it for these demons." He picked up Ruby's knife. "We take this knife, and we go after Lilith our way. The way Dad taught us to. And if we go down, then, uh... then we go down swinging."
I nodded, just happy that he's agreeing to go after Lilith.
"What do you think?" Dean asked to Sam and I.
"I think you totally should have been jamming "Eye of the Tiger" right there." Sam smiled. I chuckled.
"Oh, bite me. I totally rehearsed that speech, too."
"So, Indiana, huh?" Judson asked.
"Yeah, where Lilith's on shore-leave."
"Yeah, I guess." Sam added.
"Tell me something.. The hell's a demon do for fun?" Dean pondered out loud.
….
We all gathered our weapons and belongings, packing up the impala and preparing to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bobby came out and asked, stopping us. He lifted a distributor cap in his hand, Dean shook his head and took it from Bobby.
"We got the knife." Dean smiled.
"And you intend to use it without me? Do I look like a ditchable prom-date to you?"
"No, Bobby. Of course not." Sam said.
"This is about us. Ok? This isn't your fight. You don't have to do this one." Dean said.
"The hell it isn't! Family don't end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me."
"We could use the help De…" I said squeamishly.
"You're playing wounded. Tell me, how many hallucinations have you had so far?" Bobby asked Dean. Sam and I looked up to Dean confused, his face fell.
"How'd you know?" He asked Bobby.
"Because that's what happens when you've got hellhounds on your butt. And because I'm smart."
"Bobby can ride with me. We'll follow." Judson offered, grabbing his bag out of the trunk.
"Don't be stopping to pee every ten minutes either." Bobby told us as he walked over to Judson's truck.
Judson went to walk away, but I jogged to catch him.
"Wait… be careful okay?"
"Of course." He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
"Thank you… for everything. For being here right now. Fighting a fight that isn't yours."
"I wouldn't leave you to do this alone. I meant it when I said I'm here to help you Em… that's all I want."
I stood on my tip toes and pressed my lips to his, his hand wound around my waist. Then he pulled away.
"Let's go save Dean." He winked before walking to the truck. I climbed in the impala and we took off.
The drive so far has been very quiet… probably quieter than most rides we've taken. I sat up front, situated between Sam and Dean, my arm linked in his, the other arm guiding the steering wheel.
"Hey, Dean?" Sam said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah?"
"You know if this doesn't uh... this doesn't go the way we want, I want you to know –"
My stomach dropped.
"No. No, no, no, no."
"No what?"
"No, you're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, okay? And if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward."
"You know what I do want?" Dean said after another moment of silence. He reached down and cranked "Wanted Dead or Alive" on the radio.
"Bon Jovi?" I asked surprised, almost laughing.
"Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion."
The three of us began to sing along.
"And I walk these streets, A loaded six-string on my back, I play for keeps, Cause I might not make it back, I've been everywhere"
"Oh yeah" Sam added loudly. I laughed out loud, Dean kept singing.
"And I'm standing tall, I've seen a million faces, And I rocked 'em all"
"'Cause I'm a cowboy, On a steel horse I ride, I'm wanted…"
"WANTED!" Sam shouted again.
"Dead or Alive…. Dead or Alive."
Dead or alive
After the song ended we took turns singing on and off to whatever song was playing, but suddenly flashing lights behind us caught our attention.
"We getting pulled over?" Sam asked surprised.
"I've got a busted tail-light. It's not like we're in a hurry or nothing." Dean sighed.
The cop took his time walking up to the window.
"Problem officer?" Dean smiled.
"Licence and registration, please."
"I could probably show him my tits and get us out of a ticket." I whispered to Sam. He elbowed me.
"Do you realise you have a tail-light out, Mr Hagard?" He says to Dean. Dean suddenly becomes very anxious. My hand subconsciously reached back for my gun.
"Yes… yes sir. Uh… you know I've been meaning to… take care of that. As a matter of fact..." Dean threw the door open and knocked the cop over, then he rushed out and began to fight with the officer, shoving the knife into his chest.
"DEAN!" I yelled. Another set of headlights pulled up behind us, Bobby and Judson came running towards us.
"What the hell happened?" Bobby asked.
"Dean just killed a demon. How'd you know?" Sam asked him.
"I just knew." Dean said breathing heavily. "I could see its face. Its real face under that one."
"So what, now you're seeing demons?" Sam asked.
"I've seen all kinds of things lately but... nothing like this."
"Actually it's not all that crazy." Judson added.
"How's it not that crazy?"
"Well you've got, just over five hours to go? You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B side."
"A little less new age-y please."
"You're almost hell's bitch. So, you can see hell's other bitches." Bobby explained.
"Thank you." Dean smiled sarcastically.
"Well, actually it could come in pretty handy." Sam added.
"Oh, well, I'm glad my doomed soul is good for something."
"Damn right it is. Lilith's probably got demons stashed all over town. We can't let them sound the alarm. She knows we're here, we're dead before we're started." Bobby included.
"Well, this is a terrific plan. I'm excited to be a part of it. Can we go, please?" Dean asked.
I reached out and hugged him, he leaned against the impala while Sam and Bobby hid the cop car and body, then we got back on the road.
"Hey De…"
"Yeah kiddo?"
"Why didn't you tell us about the hallucinations?"
"I didn't want to worry you two more."
"De… you've always cared for me, it's my turn to help you. Let me help."
"I know Em, I just. I don't wanna throw more on your shoulders right now."
"We're gonna save you… it's gonna work. I know it."
"I hope so kiddo." He said as he kissed the top of my head. I leaned into him and tried to mentally prepare myself for the things to come.
For Lilith.
For hell hounds.
For what would be possibly the toughest fight of our life.
….
"It's the little girl. Her face is awful." Dean swallowed as he tipped down the binoculars. We were perched in the bushes on the outskirts of a very ritzy neighborhood. Seriously, Demons like to vaca in the suburbs?
"Alright then, let's go. We're wasting time." I said preparing to move, but Dean grabbed me by the shirt.
"Wait!" He whisper yelled.
"For what? For it to kill the rest of the people in that house?"
"Yeah, and us too if we're not careful. Look. See the real go-getter mailman on the clock at nine PM?" He said as he pointed at the mailman across the yard. "And Mr Rogers over there."
He handed me the binoculars and I guided me to look in the right direction.
"Demons?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Ok, fine. We – we – we – we, we ninja pass those guys, sneak in." Sam suggests. I handed the binoculars back to Dean and leaned back, into Judson.
"Then what? Give a "Columbian necktie" to a ten year old girl, come on!" Dean argued.
"Look, Dean, I know it's awful."
"You think?"
"This isn't just about saving you, Dean. This is about saving everybody."
"She's gotta be stopped, son." Bobby agreed.
"Oh, damn it." Dean sighed. "Fine… lets plan this right. We only got one shot."
Bobby and Dean began to discuss strategy, Sam watched our surroundings, and Judson pulled me aside.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He whispered to me.
"We don't have a choice. We only have a few hours… not even. I have to be. We have to save him."
"Okay… hey listen, if things start going hairy in there you holler for me and I'll come running. Okay? Regardless of any plan. If you need me… I'm here."
"Judson." I said feeling the emotion I'd been shoving back try and creep its way up my throat. "What if it doesn't work."
"No, don't do that to yourself now. You've come this far. We still have a chance… don't doubt it all now."
I nodded rapidly trying to swallow back down the panic. He kissed me on the cheek and then we crept back behind Dean and Bobby. Time was ticking fast… too fast. We needed to move.
"Alright. Em. Stay with Bobby and Judson. Sam and I are going to go in first."
"No, De… I wanna be with you."
"Em. Do you remember when I said I didn't want you there if things go bad? This could go really bad. I don't want you in the middle of it."
"Dean I'm not just gonna take the sideline on this! Let me come with you, or I'll do it anyways and risk screwing up the plan."
"Fine!" He angrily whispered. "But if I say run, you run. Got it?"
"Yes… I promise." I said weakly.
Bobby and Judson took off in one direction, me and my brothers took off straight towards the house. We had to scale a few fences and dodge a few bushes, but we made it to the backyard, we were fixing to go in when all of a sudden a voice caused me to jump.
"I'd like my knife back." Ruby said shoving Dean against the fence.
"He doesn't have it. Take it easy." Sam said coming up behind her and placing the knife against her throat. She backed off from Dean, still facing him.
"How the hell did you get out?" I asked her.
"What you don't know about me could fill a book."
Dean's eyes suddenly go wide, then he moves to cover his eyes.
"Whoa." He breathed.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just – I couldn't see you before, but you're one ugly broad."
"Sam, give me the knife before you hurt yourself." She said turning back to Sam.
"You'll get it when this is over."
"It's already over. I gave you a way to save Dean, you shot me down. Now it's too late. He's dead. And I'm not gonna let you die too."
"Try and stop us, and I'll kill you. Bitch." I said stepping between her and Sam.
"Hit me with your best shot, baby."
I went to lift my hand but Dean grabbed it and pushed it down.
"Guys, guys! Hey. Have your little catfight later."
I pulled away and turned my head to the side… when I did I met black eyes across the street staring at us.
"Oh shit." I mumbled. Dean's gaze followed mine, then Sams.
"So much for the element of surprise." Dean groaned, they began to run towards us.
"Go. Go. Run. Run!" Sam yelled, we all bolted for the house Lilith was in, running for the porch, the more we ran the more demons popped out of nowhere, chasing after us. My heart was pumping, ready to beat out of my chest.
"What the hell is taking Bobby so long?" Dean yelled as Sam began trying to pick the lock, a herd of demons still running towards us.
"Hurry up Sam!" I yelled.
"I'm trying!"
Just as he finished his sentence the sprinkler system in the yard kicked on and showered the demons, they began screaming and ran back towards the street for relief.
"Holy water sprinkling system. Bobby is a fucking genius!" I smiled.
Finally Sam got the door open and we rushed inside. But when I closed the door behind me and turned everything in my body turned to ice. I was frozen where I stood.
"You think Lilith knows we're here?" Dean whispered.
"Probably." Ruby responded.
"Lets go." Sam said, everyone began to move but me. I was still taking in the shock of the scene before me.
"Em, what's wrong?" Dean asked coming back to me.
"De we have to leave!" I cried frantically.
"What?"
"We have to get out of here! Now! Please! Lets just go!"
"Emily what the hell is wrong?!"
"I-I .. We can run Dean! We'll just keep running!" I cried pulling him towards the door, but he stood his ground.
"Emily stop! What is wrong with you?!"
"It-it's the house! From my dreams!... every night! Every time! You die in this house! Please Dean! We have to go… please!"
"Emily we can't! This is our chance." Sam said kneeling down and resting his hands on my shoulders.
"They're gonna find us here!" I sobbed, begging for them to listen. "We have to run!"
"You should really consider listening to her." Ruby said.
"Shut up bitch!" Dean yelled, then he pulled me to the side away from her and Sam.
"Babygirl look at me… we can do this. Okay? Take a breath. We've got this. I promise. This is our chance! We can take this bitch down right here right now. We'll all leave together as soon as this is done. Then I-I'll take you to the beach. Okay? Like we always wanted. Okay?"
I reached my shaking hands up to push my hair back and nodded. Dean reached forward and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Squeezing tightly.
"De. Don't let go of me." I said taking his hand. "I don't want to separate."
"Okay kiddo. Lets go."
I let Dean lead me through the house, searching for Lilith. As we turned a corner we found the dad. Dean let go of me and quietly came up behind him, putting a hand across his mouth.
"We're here to help. Ok? I'm gonna move my hand, and we're gonna talk nice and quiet, okay?"
"Sir, where is your daughter?" Sam asked.
"It's not... it's not her anymore."
"Where is she?"
"Upstairs. In her bedroom."
"Okay, okay, okay. Listen to me. I want you to go downstairs to the basement. Put a line of salt at the door behind you. Do you understand me?" Dean told him.
"Not without my wife."
"Yes, without your wife."
"No."
I reached up and knocked him out in one punch… we don't have time for this right now.
"Was that necessary?" Dean asked as he picked the guy up and carried him to a safe spot.
We began to walk up the stairs, where we assume the bedrooms would be, trying to be as quiet as possible. Sam and Ruby took Lead. Dean and I trailed behind, checking rooms on the other side of the hallway.
Sam and Ruby enter a room, I nudged dean and pointed, we entered the room behind them, hearing a little girl begin to scream. Sam had the knife raised, preparing to stab her. Dean quickly let me go and reached for Sam's arm.
"It's not her!" Dean screamed. "It's not in the girl anymore."
"Mommy!" The little girl sobbed.
"Mommy's here. Mommy's here. It's okay." Her mom shushed her cries.
Dammit! Where the hell is she?
"Dean if she's not here then we have to go!"
"Give us a minute to figure this out." He said reassuringly. We led the family down to the basement. Meeting Bobby and Judson downstairs. I looked at Judson for only a second, but he instantly knew something was very wrong. He came towards me while Dean instructed the family to go downstairs- and stay there.
"Emily what's wrong?"
"It's the house! This is the house in my dreams… the one where I can't get to him." I cried.
"Are you sure?" He asked as he held me.
"Yes." I cried into his shoulder. "And now we can't find Lilith! She's not in the girl anymore!"
"Shhh… Its gonna be okay Em."
"Well, I hate to be a told you so." Ruby said loudly once the basement door was closed.
"Alright Ruby, where is she?" Sam demanded. I stepped away from Judson and back to Dean. Linking my hand in his.
"I don't know."
"Could she get past the sprinklers?" I asked.
"Her pay grade, she ain't sweating the holy water."
"Ok, you win. What do I have to do?" Sam said suddenly.
"Or me… I'll do whatever it takes." I said speaking up as well.
"What do you mean?" She asked Sam, completely ignoring me.
"To save Dean. What do you need me to do?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean said grabbing Sam and swinging him around.
"Just shut up for a second." He told Dean then faced Ruby. "Ruby! What do I have to do."
"You had your chance. You can't just flip a switch. We needed time."
"Well, there's gotta be something. There's gotta be some way, whatever it is, I'll do it."
Dean grabbed him again but Sam pulled back.
"Don't, Dean! I'm not gonna let you go to hell, Dean!" Sam yelled.
"Yes, you are!" Dean yelled back. I instantly got that bad feeling in my gut.
"Yes, you are." Dean repeated at a much lower volume. Then he looked to me. "You both are."
"No De!" I began to cry. I held onto him as tightly as I could while he spoke.
"I'm sorry. I mean this is all my fault, I know that. But what you're doing, it's not gonna save me. It's only gonna kill you. Its going to put the two of you in a bad place… I don't want either of you using any mojo. Period."
"Then, what am I supposed to do?" Sam asked, tears breaking through his voice.
"Keep fighting. Take care of our girl." Dean said as he rubbed my back. I continued to squeeze him as tightly as I could. "Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you... okay?"
Then he pulled me back, but kept either hand on my shoulders, smiling sadly at me.
"You remember what I taught you. You keep an eye on the Brainiac over there, make sure he has fun every once in a while okay?"
Before I could respond the large grandfather clock in the room began to chime as it struck midnight.
Sam, Dean, and I all had tears running down our face, but Dean smiled at Sam. Then at me.
"No… no De we can run!" I begged, but he only held me tighter as I tried to fight to move.
"I'm sorry, Dean. I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy." Ruby said solemnly.
Dean suddenly went rigid.
"Hellhound." He whispered. I pulled back, my tears stopping as I kicked into fight or flight mode.
"Where?" Sam asked.
"There." Dean pointed to the corner of the room. Dean moved to run and we followed as we bolted down the hall and into a home office. Slamming the door behind us and pouring gofer dust over the doorway and windows. I looked around… Sam, Ruby, Dean, and myself… surely between the four of us we can find a way out of this. We have to.. maybe if we run. And just keep running…
My mind swam a thousand miles an hour, looking for any way out of this room.
(Third person's POV)
"Give me the knife, maybe I can fight it off." Ruby yelled.
"What?"
"Come on! That dust won't last forever!" Sam moved to hand her the knife, but Dean grabbed his arm.
"Wait!"
"You wanna die?" Ruby asked Dean.
"Sam, that's not Ruby. It's not Ruby Dean yelled. Before anyone could think to move and put together the thought that it was actually Lilith in the room with them Emily was thrown into the air and against the wall, as was Sam, and Dean was laid on top of a table in the room.
"How long you been in her?" Dean growled as he struggled to look up to her.
"Not long." She grinned. "But I like it. It's all grown up and pretty."
"And where's Ruby?" Sam asked.
"She was a very bad girl, so I sent her far, far away."
"You know, I should have seen it before... but you all look alike to me." Dean told her. Lilith ignored him and turned to Sam and Emily.
"Hello, Sam, Emily. I've wanted to meet you both for a very long time."
"Let us go Bitch! Or I'll fucking kill you!" Emily yelled to her. She walked forward and grabbed Emily's face. She tried to pull away, but her grip was too strong. Lilith laughed, then released her. Then she went to Sam, planting a kiss on his mouth as he struggled to get away.
"Your lips are soft." She chants as she let him go.
"Right, so you have me. Let my brother and sister go." Sam offered.
"Silly goose. You wanna bargain, you have to have something that I want. You don't."
"So, is this your big plan, huh? Drag me to hell. Kill Sam and Em. And then what? Become queen bitch?" Dean asked pulling the attention away from Sam and Emily.
"I don't have to answer to puppy chow." Lilith spat at Dean, she began to walk towards the door, holding the door handle while she smiled to Dean.
"Sic 'em, boy."
In one swift motion she opened the door, letting the hell hounds in. Emily began to scream in terror as they pulled Dean off the table, ripping shreds into his legs. Dean cried out in pain.
"No! Stop!" Sam yelled and begged as he struggled to fight against the force holding him to the wall. "STOP IT!"
Lilith watched with a smile on her face as the hellhound made its way up Dean's body, slashing into his stomach and chest.
"Dean! No!" Emily cried and screamed. She pulled and pulled, trying to free herself from the wall. The blood was gushing out of Dean in various places of his body… he neck, his leg, his chest. Every time his heart beat a gush of blood left him. His screams diminished as he struggled just to breathe.
"NO! De get up! Please!"
Emily realized Dean was truly dying, right before her eyes. The revelation triggered something dark, and all at once she closed her eyes and let out a blood curdling scream.
Every window in the house shattered, bursting outward. Bobby and Judson who were in the living room, fighting off Demons ducked for cover, knowing that something horrible was happening. The demons inside the house fled at the sound, taking refuge outside.
All at once Emily's body left the wall, but remained raised in the air as she screamed. Sam watched in terror and awe as a red glow formed around her. The hellhounds began to cry out in pain, the cries becoming distant as they fled the room.
Lilith stared in fear, losing her focus and letting Sam drop from the wall as well. He crawled towards Dean, who's body had nothing left to give. It laid still, bloody, and torn. His eyes glazed and dull.
Sam held his brother and cried.
Emily finally opened her eyes and her feet moved towards the ground. Once there the red haze around her faded and her gaze landed on her dead brother… then to Lilith.
"Back." Lilith said holding out her hand, backing away as Emily walked towards her. "I said, back."
"I don't think so bitch!" Emily growled venomously as she lifted her hand towards Lilith. Lilith fled the body in a black smoke and suddenly the Winchester siblings were left alone.
Emily turned back towards her brothers, then collapsed onto the floor.
"De… please!" She begged as held his face in her hands, begging for him to show any sign of life. Any sign of hope.
But there was nothing. She laid over on top of him and sobbed. Letting his blood stain her clothes, skin, and hair. She didn't care… her hands trembled as they raked across the large gaps in his skin,
Sam reached out and grabbed her, holding her tightly as they sobbed together.
"Dean..." Sam whimpered as he held onto his brother's limp arm.
"Sa-a-a-am." Emily sobbed. He held her and rocked them back and forth. "He-e's…" she couldn't get the words past her lips.
"I know sweetheart…" Sam cried. Holding her even tighter. After all… she was all he had left.
Bobby and Judson came running into the room, stopping at the doorway as the shock of the blood and shredded skin brought Bobby to instant tears.
"Dammit boy…" Bobby sighed. Fighting to hold back his own emotion. Watching as the other two of his three surrogate children mourned painfully.
Emily pulled back from Sam, looking up to Judson. His heart felt sharp pain at the look on her face, a look he dreaded. A look he knew was inevitable from the start… he'd never seen so much pain on one person's face.
Except maybe his own.
She simply shook her head and laid back over Dean's body, her ear placed where his heart used to beat. Blood and tears streaked down the side of her face as she silently begged to hear his steady heartbeat one last time.
She never thought silence could hurt that bad.
That the absence of sound could be blaring.
She couldn't stand it… so she began whispering in his ear.
"Hey jude… don't make it bad."
"Take a sad song… and make it better."