Author's Note: Hey yall! I'm sorry its been a while on these updates lately. I've been working and picked up a class online too. And today I'm sicky… BUT. There is some VERY important information revealed in this chapter. Its definitely going to change things from here on out. Please hang tight and PLEASE REVIEW! I'd love to see what you all think of this! PLEASE REVIEW! Love you guys! Thanks to Ladysunshine6 for always checking on me!
"Thanks for all your help Uncle Bobby." I said as I hugged his neck tight.
"No problem darling… how are you feeling?"
"Well… I haven't had a pill in about three days. I feel a little anxious. And I may have shattered that old coffee mug you like so much." I admitted with a guilty expression.
"That's okay Em, I'm proud of you for pulling out of this so strongly."
"I don't know about that."
"I do, you're a tough one kiddo. Keep that chin of yours up. We'll learned more about these things and how to control them appropriately."
"Sounds good." I said before I kissed his cheek and walked down to meet the boys around the back side of the impala as they finished packing us up.
I walked up and nudged the back of Judson's knee, dipping his leg and catching his attention.
"Hey." I mumbled as I watched Dean grab his bag. "You coming with us?"
"Yeah. Dean thought it might be good to have an extra set of hands with everything that's happened. And, I kinda thought maybe you wouldn't mind."
"I don't." I smiled at him.
"Good." He said as he snaked his arm around my waist.
"Alright. Let's go." Dean called as he slammed the trunk. We all jumped in and waived a goodbye to Bobby. We weren't really sure where we were going, but we were gonna drive till we picked up a case. It was good for us to get out on the road like we used to.
And even better for me that Judson was in the car. It was agonizing. His knee brushing against mine constantly, him looking at me when my head was turned, me looking at him when he turned his attention to the window. Slowly but surely I kept inching my way closer to him, until I could easily brushy my arm against his lap without alerting either of my brothers in the front seat.
When I made my move Judson arched his back off the seat, and I immediately knew that he was feeling the same heat I was. He carefully dipped is hand low behind my back, letting his finger trace along the edge of my underwear underneath my jeans. Pulling on it occasionally. I reached my hand down in one bold move and gripped him tightly, feeling his girth fill my hand.
Then just as quickly I released and sat back against the seat. Cutting off his access to my waist line.
"Hey Dean." I called after a minute.
"Yeah kiddo?"
"I need to pee, can we stop soon?"
"Seriously? We've only been on the road for a few hours."
"Please De!" I whined selling it. Judson bit his lip to hold back a grin.
"I need to take a leak anyways." Sam sighed.
"Fine." Dean rolled his eyes.
…..
"Damn I missed this." He growled as he pushed me against the wall of the women's bathroom. I gripped his hair and pulled his head backwards, my body grinding against his. I trailed my tongue up the side of his neck.
"I missed you." I whispered in his ear.
"We only have a minute before Dean comes looking." He said as his hands kneaded my breasts, causing a light moan to escape my lips.
"I don't care." I breathed. Reaching down for him. But he spun me and now it was my face against the wall instead of my back. He grinded against my ass and slightly pulled my hair. I had never seen this side of him, it was torture knowing we were alone in this room but couldn't continue any further… knowing that if we tried we'd only be busted.
"Soon babe. Soon." He promised as he let me go and slipped out of the bathroom. I took a few minutes to calm myself and become presentable again. On my way out I stopped and got a box of nerds and a cold water. Putting myself in the front seat this time since Sam and Judson were already in the back. I propped my feet up and turned back to smile at Judson as Dean pulled out of the parking lot.
Three hours later we were still on the road, but the boys in the back were snoozing. Which left me and Dean to chat. I knew he was begging to ask me things, but that he had held back for now.
"So how you holding up these days kiddo?"
"I'm okay."
"How are you doing without the pills?"
"A little shaky, but I'm making it. I think its just best I steer clear of any temptation for a while."
"We can do that. What about your abilities… are they bad?"
"Well… actually I kinda wanted to show you something. I wasn't able to do much with them when I was strung out. But I did have this one moment of solidarity and clear minded focus and uh… well. Watch this, but don't freak out!"
"Okay?" He said cautiously as I picked up my water bottle. He glanced back and forth between the open road and me as I unscrewed the cap and took a deep breath, then I opened my eyes and held the bottle face level, tipping it slowly as some water poured out, into my hand. I set down the bottle and slowly dropped my hand, but the water stayed floating mid air. Dean's eyes widened and his foot slowly put pressure on the break as he came to a stop.
I stayed focused on the puddle of water in front of me. I barely noticed as Dean reached out to touch it, when he did I blinked and it fell, splashing us both.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" He asked with wide eyes.
"In the shower."
"Wow."
"Yeah… tell me about it. I was messing with that creek outside of Bobby's property line. I can do it a little but my strength was so dulled down by the pills I couldn't do much with it."
"So is that emotion controlled?"
"I don't think so... it's different. It's like focus controlled. It feels different. I don't know to be honest with you though."
"Well you know I'm kind of against you pushing these things, but I gotta be honest I'm kinda curious to see where that goes.
"Tell me about it." I chuckled. "Might come in handy with some hidden holy water ya know?"
"Smart!" Dean called pointing to me.
"It still kinda freaks me out, De."
"I know kiddo. Its okay though, we'll figure it out together."
"Promise?"
"Promise… even though I don't have the best track record with those lately."
"Eh, that was in your past life. You've been reborn." I smiled. He shot me that classic Dean smile back before we turned up the radio and went back to the drive.
…..
"Alright. That's the last of it." Sam said as he set our bags on the floor of the motel. The sun had set about an hour ago and I was starting at the lamp on the table, causing it to flicker back and forth.
"Em, what are you doing?"
"I don't know." I sighed. "I'm gonna pop next door with Judson until the showers free. You can have it after Dean."
"Okay kiddo. Don't be over there long or you know he'll come looking for you." Sam said with raised eye brows and a pointed look.
"Oh yeah, cause I'm really looking to get laid with my brothers next door." I said rolling my eyes.
"If you're anything like Dean then you have no shame."
"… Fair point." I nodded before winking to him and walking out. He shot me one last warning glare.
I hopped over to the room next door and knocked twice, leaning against it to hear the locks click. When it opened I sprung into Judson's arms and he caught me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his shirtless waist as he carried me in the room, kicking the door closed.
My lips molded against his the entire time.
"You're in a good mood today." He mumbled as he pulled back.
"Yeah."
"Dean's next door." He said with a slight pout.
"I know." I pouted back. "Doesn't mean I couldn't come kiss you goodnight."
"Well I guess that's okay."
"Better be!"
He laughed.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked as he brushed my hair with his fingers. "Your eyes look distracted."
"I don't know. All kinds of things. Where we go form here… "
"We take it one day at a time. We figure out how to deal with angels."
"Its kind of amazing isn't it? To think that angels wanted something to do with Dean? That they saved him. It still blows my mind."
"Yeah it is babe."
"It kinda makes me sad too… that Dean thinks he wouldn't be deserving of that. He's the best person I know." I mumbled.
"Yeah, he's pretty awesome." Judson nodded. "When he's not threatening to beat me up."
We both laughed.
….
I was soundly sleeping but got the strange feeling I was being watched, and that put me on edge, which eventually led me to wake up. I peeked open my eye and found Sam's bed empty.
Shit.
I slowly reached for my gun under my pillow and gently nudged Dean, trying to wake him up. I could tell he was twitching, and sweaty, but he wouldn't wake up. When he didn't stir I rolled over, gun pointing at whoever was at the foot of our bed.
"Hello Emily. What were you dreaming about?"
"Seriously?! Do you get off on watching us?" I asked, I elbowed Dean who shot up wide awake. Obviously waking from a nightmare.
"Castiel?" He asked confused as I lowered my gun.
"Both of you listen to me. You have to stop it.
"Stop what?" I asked, but the next thing I know his finger was against my forehead and everything was warm, soft, and dark.
Until someone was shaking my shoulder.
"Move it along guys, you can't sleep here." The cop said as he shook both Dean and I awake. When we sat up he continued walking.
"Uhhh… Dean. What the hell just happened? Where are we?!"
"I don't know." He said reaching for his phone, when he pulled it out it had no signal. "Perfect."
"Let's go see if the diner has a phone, we can call someone."
Dean nodded and followed as we entered Jay Bird's Diner. It was small and laid back. Dean and I walked up to the front counter and took the last two open seats.
"Hey, where the hell am I?" Dean asked the young man sitting next to him.
"Jay Bird's Diner."
"No shit Sherlock." I said leaning around Dean. "What about city and state?"
"Lawrence, Kansas."
My blood grew cold in a moment's notice… Home.
Well, never really home for me. But for our family.
"Lawrence." Dean mumbled after swallowing the lump in his throat.
"Yeah, you okay buddy? You two look like you've seen a ghost."
"Yeah, tough night." Dean nodded faking a smile.
"Hey, uh, coffee here, Reg." He called to the waiter on the other side of the counter, pointing to the two of us.
"Coming right up" The nice older man smiled.
"Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?" Dean asked pulling out his phone again.
"The USS Enterprise?" The man replied with a smirk. I sat confused, trying to understand the joke. I then took a longer look at the man. Hippie. Stuck in his good ole days for sure.
"Nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?" I smiled to him.
"Sonny and Cher broke up?" He asked me with the most broken expression I've seen in days. I went to reply… but my voice was stuck. I met eyes with Dean and they quickly went wide as we looked around and realized EVERYONE was dressed like it was the 1970s…. holy shit.
"Uh. Dean." I mumbled. Pointing to the headline about Nixon on the newspaper the man sitting behind me was reading. I watched him mouth the words as he read them.
"Hey, Winchester." An older man called, putting me on edge. How the hell does he know my name?! Dean and I both turned our heads to see the young man seated next to Dean stand and greet the old man.
I'll be damned. How could I not have recognized those brown eyes sooner! Daddy!
"Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?"
"Hey, Mr. D." Daddy smiled to him.
"I heard you were back."
"Yeah, a little while now."
"Good to have you home, John, damn good."
Hearing his name ring in my ears once more made my heart lurch forward. I grabbed Dean's arm in attempt to steady myself, I heard him whisper the word 'Dad' before he turned to look at me, then back at our father.
"Well, say hello to your old man for me."
"You got it, Mr. D."
After the man finished occupying his attention he turned to Dean and I, who probably looked like dumb fucks with our mouths hanging open, because Daddy shot us an odd look.
"Do we know each other?"
"I guess not." Dean answered.
"Take it easy." Daddy said smiling as he got up to walk away.
"Yeah." I breathed. Still in shock.
I waited till he wasn't looking before grabbing Dean by the collar.
"Dean! We have to follow him!" I urged, Dean jumped up and grabbed my wrist, pulling me along closely behind him. We trailed dad for a while before turning a corner, but when we did we bumped straight into Castiel.
"What is this?" Dean immediately asked in a whispered yell.
"What does it look like?" Castiel asked with a flat face.
"Is it real?" I asked, failing to hide the desperation in my voice.
"Very."
"Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some Deloreans? How did we get here?"
"Time is fluid, Emily. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion."
"Well bend it back or tell me what the hell we're doing here!" Dean yelled.
"I told you, you have to stop it."
"Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after my Dad?"
A honking car got my attention, when I turned back around Castiel had disappeared.
"Oh what the fuck! Are you allergic to answers or some shit!" I yelled at the sky.
"Did you see which way he went?" Dean asked getting back on track to follow Dad.
"No, but we can just keep walking and cross our fingers?" I shrugged as I walked forward. We continued to walk until we came up to a used car dealership. There he was. Buying a VW van. What the fuck?
"Oh Baby." Dean sighed, I followed his eyes and they landed on the beautiful much newer than I'm used to 67 impala. Black.
"Uh. Dean. If you want to go back to our time zone and ever drive baby again then I suggest you start talking him out of that damn van."
Dean cringed and slowly walked up behind dad… John. Or. Whatever!
"That's not the one you want." He called out as he leaned against the impala.
"You two following me?" He asked looking up to us.
"No, no, we were just passing by. I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it."
"More than a little." I added with a small smile. Dad smiled back. "Let us repay the favor. My brother knows cars."
"This is the one you want." Dean said patting the hood.
"Oh yeah? And how do you know all about cars?"
"Yeah... yeah, my Dad taught me everything I know. And this – this is a great car." Dean smiled and then popped the hood, Daddy came over and joined beside him. I took a step back, looking at them side by side. Both so strong. So full of life. So handsome… and I wished all of a sudden Sam was here.
Why wasn't Sam here? Why wasn't he in our hotel room when we woke up?
"327 four barrel, 275 horses. A little TLC and this thing is cherry."
"You know man, you're right."
"Then what are you buying that thing for?"
"I kinda promised someone I would."
"Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40."
Dad nodded his head slightly and reached out his hand to Dean, shaking it.
"I'm John Winchester. Thanks."
"Dean Van Halen – and thank you. My sister Emily and I appreciate your kindess this morning."
"We were in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?" I smiled to him.
"No kidding."
"I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?" I asked. Dean shot me a curious look.
"Nope. Can't say I did."
"I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like... like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?"
"No." He said sending me an odd glance.
"No right." I smiled. "... There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?"
"Okay. Stop it."
"Yeah, if only she knew what to stop. Listen, uh – watch out for yourself okay?" Dean said standing in front of me and cutting me off.
"Yeah, sure." Dead nodded. Dean patted the impala and then pulled me away and back around the corner.
"What the hell Em?!"
"I'm sorry! I'm just worried about him! I mean, does he even act like a hunter?"
"No, but that doesn't mean you can freak him out!"
"I'm sorry De. What do we do now?"
"I don't know…
"Where's Sam?"
"Not here kiddo." Dean sighed.
"He wasn't in the motel room De."
"I know."
"… He's hiding something isn't he?"
Dean just gave me a sad look and turned, walking back down the road.
Dean and I grabbed the most inconspicuous ride that was readily available and caught up to Dad, who had parked the impala outside of a house in a nice neighborhood. We watched as he went inside, and then came out with a beautiful blonde girl.
But they began to bicker about the vehicle, she asked about the van, he repeated all the things Dean had told him about the car to try and sway her, and then he said her name…
Mary.
"Mom?" Dean whispered. "Whoa… Mom's a babe."
"Dean!" I said tapping the back of his head, although he was right. She was beautiful. "Watch your mouth or you're going to hell… again."
"Yeah yeah. I wish Sammy was here to see this."
"Me too."
We followed them as they drove to a diner back in town. They sat at a table by the window thankfully so we didn't have to go inside. We were able to creep from the alley across the street. We watched for about a half an hour as they talked and I was amazed. Dad was just this normal guy. Mom was just this normal girl. And here they were on a date like all cute young couples do. Something I've wanted to have so desperately for myself.
And now I wished Judson was here… I wished we could go on a date just like this one here. No monsters. No demons. No angels bursting in and sending us back in time.
Suddenly mom stood and walked away from the table.
"Where's she going?"
"I don't know Em."
Dean and I leaned back against the wall.
"What do you think we're here to stop?"
"Don't you think if I knew then I would have told you?"
"Yeah." I sighed. "She's pretty Dean."
"Just like you." He smiled to me.
"I wish I knew her."
"I wish you did too kiddo. She would be so proud of you." He said as he reached up and pushed some hair behind my ear.
"Proud of what exactly? My junky habits? My weaknesses? Murder?"
"You gotta stop looking at yourself that way Em. You're too strong to let any of that hold you down. You need to hold on to all the good things you've done. You gotta remember that your heart is full of gold kiddo."
"… You overestimate me De."
"No. You underestimate yourself."
Before I could respond chills went up my back, followed by a voice.
"Why are you following us?"
I turned around but was quickly punched, then Mom leaned forward and kicked Dean in the stomach, but he recovers quickly.
"Are you crazy?" He called out to her, she continued to attack him, but he manages to pin her against the wall instead.
"You've been trailing us since my house."
"I don't know what you're talking about –"
"Really?" She asked kneeing him in the balls, he released her and she went to run but I tripped her and pulled her back against the wall again.
"Okay, how about we talk about this?" I asked.
"Let me go!" She struggled against me, but Dean stepped forward and grabbed her arm, raising it towards me. It was silver, and covered in protection charms.
What. The. Fuck.
"Are you a hunter?" I quickly asked.
"Yes." She finally said after looking between the two of us.
"Us too." I told her as I released her. "I'm Emily. This is Dean."
"Why are you following us." She demanded.
"Working a case, think there may be something going on in town." Dean told her.
"Well I don't want John to know, so if you could just hang back until he drops me off… we'll talk later." She said as she pushed past us and quickly back into the diner.
"Dean. What the fuck just happened." I said as we walked back to our stolen vehicle.
"Mom… she's a hunter."
"But. I thought… I thought Dad didn't do any of this till she died?!"
"Me too!" He said frustrated.
"Okay can we sit still for five fucking seconds please! I'm kinda freaking out and you're walking too fast!"
Dean stopped and turned around with a huff.
"Look. We have to follow them. If she's a hunter then she's probably the target of whatever it is we have to stop! We can't let mom out of our sight. Anything happens to her and we may never be born."
"… Oh god." My stomach sank.
…
We followed back and waited for Dad to leave before exiting the car and meeting mom… Mary. In the driveway.
"Dean, right? I'm not sure you two should come in."
"You can trust us. I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're – we're practically family."
Yeah. Practically.
"Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um..."
"Oh, I gotta meet him."
"You've heard of him?"
"Clearly not enough." I added with wide eyes.
"Okay." She finally nodded. Leading us in.
"Wait here." She said as we entered and she shut the door behind us. I could hear voices in the other room. First quietly, then louder. Suddenly a man appeared from around the corner.
"So, you're hunters? Well, tell me something, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?"
"Neither." Dean and I responded simultaneously. Then Dean took over.
"You cut their heads off."
Mom smiled at us.
"So, do we pass your test?" I asked.
"Yep. Now get out of my house."
"Dad!" Mary yelled.
"I don't trust other hunters, don't want their help, don't want them around my family."
"Knock it off, Samuel." A female voice called from the other room.
"They're hunters." He called back. Footsteps grew louder as a kind woman with a soft face entered the room.
"Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting them to dinner. Are you hungry?"
"Starving." Dean responded.
"Good. I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up."
"Samuel and Deanna…" I whispered to myself.
"I'm sorry dear?" She called out hearing me.
"Oh, sorry. Where's your restroom?"
"Down the hall on the left, we'll be waiting for you two at the table when you're done."
Dean followed as We both walked down the hall and washed our hands in silence. Both taking in the moment. Taking in what all of this was… we had grandparents. But… what happened to them? I don't think I ever heard Daddy talk about Samuel or Deanna? Why?
….
"First time in Lawrence, you two?" Deanna asked us.
"Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed... I think."
"You working a job?" Samuel asked.
"Yeah, maybe." I answered.
"What's that mean?"
"It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel." I answered with a smirk. Deanna smiled.
"I like her." Mary then said to Samuel.
I like you too… the words wanted to fall out of my mouth desperately, but I held them back.
"Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?"
"Mmm, I thought something was after your, um, boyfriend, but um, I don't think that anymore." Dean half answered.
"John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?"
"Yeah." I sighed awkwardly.
"I saw that." Mary, mom, said to Samuel.
"What?"
"That sour lemon look."
"Now hold on, John's a really, really nice... naive civilian."
My father? A naïve civilian?!
"So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" She said nodding to Dean.
"What? No, no. No." Dean began rambling.
"Mary, of course not, it's just that I –"
"That's enough, both of you, we have company." Deanna said cutting them off.
"So what about you, Samuel, you, uh, working a job?" I asked.
"Might be." He winked to me.
"He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm." Mary answered for him, Samuel shooting him dirty look. Oh yeah. Those definitely run in the family.
"Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?" Dean asked.
"Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over."
"That kind of thing happens."
"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?"
"Demonic omens?" I asked.
"That's what I gotta find out."
"What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web? ...Of information that you have assembled." I quickly tried to regain my sentence remembering that the internet wasn't readily available.
"Electrical storms maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday." Deanna smiled.
"By mail?"
"No, we hired a jet liner to fly 'em to us overnight."
Geez. Hunting back in the day was difficult.
"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick." Dean suggested.
"What part of "we work alone" do you not understand, son?"
"Right." Dean nodded.
"Well. We better get going." I smiled. "Thank you for dinner Deanna." … Grandma.
…..
The next day Dean and I split for the farm before Samuel could make it there, Dean took the inside with the parents, and I put my good rack to use with the boy outside. Hoping he would feel chatty. As we continued our conversation, I caught the sight of Mary… mom, and Dean walking towards us.
"Charlie, would you like to tell the Father and sister here what you just told me?" I asked him as Dean stood next to me. Mary looked between us curiously.
"Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with Mom." Charlie admitted uncomfortably.
"And that's when the stranger came?" Mary asked.
"I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago."
"Saying what?" Dean asked him.
"Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think – and the next thing I know, Dad's dead. Am I going to jail?"
"You didn't do this, Charlie." I reached out and touched his arm gently.
"Did the stranger want something in return?" Dean asked.
"He didn't want anything."
"Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?"
"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then."
"Something like what?" Mary asked.
"I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts."
"Excuse us for a second Charlie." I smiled to him, Mom, Dean and I stepped aside in whispered tones.
"What do you think?" I asked looking up to Dean.
"I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it."
"Yeah. That's what I was afraid of."
Mary… mom… whatever! Turned back to Charlie.
"Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?"
"Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really."
"Anything else?"
"There was one thing. It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and... for a moment I coulda sworn –"
"What? That they were black? Or red maybe?" Dean asked.
"No, they were yellow. Pale yellow."
I instinctively reached out and grabbed Dean as my body froze.
Yellow eyes… he's here.
…
"What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through." Samuel proposed as Dean and I scrambled to find a legitimate map.
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us has ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes."
"Yeah, well, we have. This thing killed our family." I shot back at him.
"Just calm down, kid."
"You don't get it, do you? You are in danger, we are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe. You need to get Mary some place safe!"
"Not until we know what we're dealing with here."
"Sam's right, Emily, it could be a demon, it could be a shapeshifter, it could be any number of things." Deanna said entering the room with a fruit salad.
"We know what this thing is, I promise!"
"And I'm gonna kill it, that's all the talking I need to do." Dean then said.
"You're gonna kill a demon? How?"
"There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins. He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun. The Colt."
"Yeah, I heard about the Colt, used to tell it to Mary as a bedtime story."
"Well, it's real." I mumbled as Dean and I poured over the map.
"Alright, say that it is. You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?"
"Yeah, maybe I do." Dean said pulling out Dad's old journal. It's been forever since I've seen it.
"What's this?" Samuel asked.
"It's a list."
"Of what?"
"My Dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed Demon: who, where and when."
"Why?"
"Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed our Mom." I answered.
"Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar." Dean said pointing the farm out.
"Whitshire Farms, that was two days ago. How the hell is that on your Dad's list?"
"Uh... my Dad could see the future. Look at this, it says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night."
"Liddy Walsh?"
"Haleyville, that's close De, look." I pointed to it on the map.
"I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but..." Samuel shrugged, looking over at Deanna.
"I know you guys think we're crazy." Dean admitted.
"You seem like a really nice kids, but yeah, you're crazy. And this one here can't be older than Mary. So I kinda have a hard time taking her seriously." He said pointing to me.
"Well you should." Dean told him. "She's done nothing but this job her whole life. She's good. And I happen to know where this bastards gonna be, and I'm gonna stop it for good." Dean said taking the journal and stomping out of the room.
"Geez, does he always get this worked up?" Samuel asked.
"This demon is the entire reason our father started hunting. It's the sole reason we became hunters. Its done a lot of terrible things to our family. Hurt us in ways I hope you never understand. So yeah, he gets a little worked up." I said before wandering out myself. I could hear Dean shuffling things in the other room, packing us up to leave. I went to find Mom.
"Hey." I said as I entered her room. I looked around, at the posters, pictures of friends, pictures of her and Daddy. I wondered where those pictures might be. Probably destroyed in the fire.
"Hey, getting anywhere out there?"
"Yeah. We are. I just. Thought I'd come see what was up."
"Oh, not much. Daddy usually lets me dip out on the research. Says he'd rather me keep up with my life."
"How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Have a stable home? A life… and be a hunter?"
"I hate hunting. And I think if Dad had his ways then we'd travel more now that I'm out of school, but Mom knows that I like my life, and my friends. So she's anchored him here."
"Your mom sounds pretty great."
"She is. The best mom ever."
"What about you… ever wanted to be a mom?" I asked sitting across from her on the bed.
"Yeah." She smiled. "Someday… John and I have talked about it. I want a big family, I've always wanted brothers or sisters so I want our kids to have them. John's an only child too. So he was on board."
"Do you want a boy or a girl?"
"A girl." She smiled wide. I could have cried just at how beautiful she was. "I want a little girl who wants to play dress up and have tea parties, and we can wear matching outfits and girls nights when she gets older. She can be a cheerleader like me!"
"You were a cheer leader?" I asked.
"Co-captain. Would have been captain but daddy made me miss some games and I got bumped."
"Well for the record I think you'll be a great mom."
"Thanks."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What's… what's John like?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Just curious. He was kinda hard to get a read on, and I usually read people pretty well."
"I don't know. He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't. No offense."
"None taken." I smiled.
"Can I tell you something?"
I nodded.
"He's gonna ask me to marry him. Tomorrow, I think!"
"Yeah?" I asked excited.
"Oh, Dad's gonna explode, but I don't care. I'll run away if I have to, I just… I love John, and..."
"And what?"
"I wanna get out. This job, this life, I hate it. I want a family, I wanna be safe. You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised into this like I was. No, I won't let it happen."
Tears filled my eyes. I wanted to badly to wrap my arms around her. To hold her, to have her hold me… I want my mom. I want her to BE my mom.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah! Yeah, I'm good…" I said wiping my face. A knock on the door got our attention.
"We're shoving off. I just wanted to say, bye."
"Really? So soon?"
"Yeah – job to do. Hey, I wanted to – to tell you, you know for what it's worth. Um... it doesn't matter what your Dad thinks, I like that John kid."
"Me too." I added. Mom smiled up at Dean.
"You do?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I think you two are meant to be." He said before dropping his voice to a whisper. "Hell, we're depending on it."
"What?"
"Oh nothing. Hey, uh, Mary, can I tell you something?"
"Sure."
"Even if this sounds really weird. Will you promise me that you will remember?"
"Okay."
"On November 2nd, don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear, or what you see. Promise me you won't get out of bed."
Mary looked at him odd for a moment, before agreeing.
"Okay."
I stood as a tear made its way down Dean's face. He smiled to Mary as I waved, and just like that we were both out the door.
…..
Dean and I were driving down the road in silence. I was curled into his side, his thumb absent-mindedly rubbing against my shoulder. We had so much to take in. So much to say, yet neither of us could really find the words. I knew we'd talk later… but for now we both just soaked in the moment.
Until the odd sensation of something appearing next to my foot caught my attention. Dean also looked over.
Castiel was suddenly riding shotgun.
"So what? God's my co-pilot, is that it?" Dean asked him. Castiel looked at him, then at me, then turned back to the road. "Well, you're a regular Chatty Cathy. Tell me something. Sam would have wanted in on this, why not bring him back?"
"Yeah. He should be here." I agreed sitting up to face the angel.
"The two of you needed to take this journey without him. There are things you must see."
"And you don't care that he's tearing up the future looking for us right now? Judson too?" I asked.
"Judson is sleeping peacefully, and Sam's not looking for you."
"Alright, if we do this, then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and – and, Sam and Em and I grow up playing little league and gymnastics?"
"You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam – you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die."
The weight of that sunk into my stomach… all those people. Dead. Its just like the genie all over again, but that world was pretend. This one is real.
"I realize." Dean answered quickly.
"Judson won't be there in the future anymore will he?" I asked quietly.
"No." Castiel quickly answered.
"We get it." Dean cut in.
"And you don't care?" Castiel asked.
"Oh, I care. I care a lot, but these are my parents. I'm not gonna let them die again. I can't. No, not if I can stop it."
Without responding the angel disappeared again. I sat up and began to anxiously pick at my jeans. Contemplating. If we save Mom… Save Dad… all those people will die.
I won't have Judson.
We won't live this life, will I even remember any of it when we go back? Shouldn't Sam be here to get a vote in this? The line between what's right and what's wrong waivered back and forth in my brain. What I want changed by the second.
Dean handled Elkins on his own when we got there, then we went straight to Liddy's but when we got there I quickly recognized the vehicle.
"Dean. That's Samuels truck!"
"Shit." He mumbled as he bolted, I followed behind him. Dean came through the door and I tailed him closely, once the main room was in view we could easily see that yellow eyes had Mary.
"Let her go!" Dean jumped out and yelled.
"Where'd you get that gun?" Yellow eyes asked.
Dean cocked the gun and motioned for Mary to go to Samuel. She did, and as soon as she broke away from him he disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
….
"Mary, what else did he say to you?" Dean asked as we stood outside the house.
"I told you, just that he liked me."
I swapped a fearful look with Dean. This is bad… this is really bad.
"What did he mean by that?" She asked us.
"Nothing good." I admitted to her.
"Liddy's a strong kid, she'll be fine." Samuel said walking over to join us. "Are you okay, Mary?"
"No, Dad, I'm pretty far from okay. Can we go?"
"Yeah go ahead and get in the truck." We watched as she walked, then Samuel turned to face us. "Nice job in there."
"I missed the shot."
"Take the compliment, son. I'm saying that I was wrong about you."
"We need to talk alone."
"Follow us back." Samuel nodded.
Dean and I trailed them closely, watching for any demonic signs.
"We gonna tell him?"
"I think we have to at this point…"
"De. I feel like they went there because of us. What if yellow eyes found mom, BECAUSE of us?"
Dean didn't respond. Instead he just gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. It made me sick.
…
"We have to kill this thing now, or Mary dies." Dean told Samuel as soon as we got him alone.
"What? How do you know that?"
"We just do, okay?" I pleaded with him.
"When?"
"I don't know, maybe today, probably years from now, but it's happening, trust me." Dean nodded.
"So what, are you some kind of a psychic now too?"
"De… just tell him."
"Tell me what?"
"Alright… listen to me very closely." Dean said sitting and leaning across the table to speak with Samuel in a hushed tone.
"Now, this is gonna sound a little... actually it's gonna sound massively, massively crazy."
"Okay."
"Mary is our mother."
"Excuse me?" Samuel asked looking between the two of us.
"I am your grandson, Emily is your granddaughter, and I know what the hell I'm talking about."
Samuel sat and stared at us in shock for a moment.
"You wanna run that by me again, son?"
"My real name is Dean Winchester. I was born January 24th, 1979. My parents are Mary and John Winchester. Emily is my little sister. She's 17. And we have a middle brother named Sam Winchester. We are your family."
"I don't have to listen to this." Samuel said getting up.
"Mary gets killed by a yellow eyed demon when I'm six months old." I said cutting him off. "And I think that this – what happened tonight – I think this is the moment that he caught her scent. Now, if we don't catch this thing now, and kill it, and it gets away? Then Mary dies. So I am asking you, please. I never knew my mother, your daughter, but I want to. So badly. Don't let me lose her again."
"How the hell am I supposed to believe any of this?"
"How did I know about the Colt? Huh? How did I know about the Yellow Eyed Demon? Or where it would be? We're not making this up, Samuel." Dean told him.
"Every bone in my body is aching to put you six feet under, but there's something about you – I can't shake it. Now, I may be crazier than you, son, but I believe you."
"Thank you."
"I mean, how do we find this bastard?"
"Right here, the list." Dean said opening up Dad's journal.
"And with the Colt?"
"Yeah." Dean said pulling it out.
"Here, let me see it."
Dean hesitated and moved away from Samuel by a step or two, putting himself between Samuel and I.
"Sorry, I don't let anybody hold it."
"I'm your grandfather."
"Nothing personal.
"Sure it is, especially when it's me you're trying to kill." Samuel crooned as his eyes colored over with yellow. The demon raised his hand and slams Dean and I against the wall.
"Future boy, huh? Brought your little sister along I see. I only know one thing that's got the juice to swing something like that. You must have friends in high places. So, I kill your Mommy? That's why you came all this way? To see little old me?"
"Oh, we came here to kill you." I spat, getting his attention on me.
"Hey, wait a minute, if that slut Mary's your Mommy, are you... are you one of my psychic kids?"
I closed my eyes and focused, letting the slow burn simmer throughout my body, then I quickly reached out my arm and threw Yellow eyes against the wall. He released Dean and I, and we held our ground.
He laughed as he stood up again.
"Well, that must mean this all works out! Brilliant! After all its why I'm here."
"So that's what this is about, these deals you're making. You don't want these people's souls." Dean put together.
"No, I just want their children. I'm here to choose the perfect parents, like your Mommy."
"Why her? Why any of them?"
"Because they're strong. They're pure, and they eat their Wheaties. My own little master race – they're ideal breeders."
Dean's brow furrowed. I crunched my hand and watched the Demon fall over in pain, but he quickly stood up again with a smile.
"Damn, you gotta teach me that one girlie!"
"What do you mean breeders?" Dean asked.
"Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. No one's breeding with me. Though, Mary? Man, I'd like to make an exception. So far, she's my favorite."
"Shut up!" I yelled as I hit him again. But he just kept coming… he's strong. Stronger than I remembered.
"So why make the deals?" Dean asked.
"I need permission. I need to be invited, into their houses, I know, I know, the – the red tape'll drive you nuts, but in ten short years, it'll all be worth it. 'Cause you know what I'm gonna do to your siblings? I'm gonna stand over their crib and I'm gonna bleed into their mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals – it makes you big and strong."
Oh my god… Demon blood?! Sam and I… there's. There's demon blood in us?! I began to heave in short and shallow breaths, losing my focus, feeling the ground shake beneath me, but Dean just kept going.
"For what? So they can lead your discount demon army? Is that your big plan?"
"Please, my end game's a hell of a lot bigger than that kid."
"End game? What end game?"
"Like I'm gonna tell you, or those angels sitting on your shoulder. No, I'm gonna cover my tracks good. And this one here." He said pointing to me. "I'm gonna give her something extra special… I'm gonna make her my wild card."
"Don't you touch her you bastard!"
"You can cover whatever the hell you want, but I'm still gonna kill you." I growled to him.
"Right. Now that, I'd like to see."
"Maybe not today, but you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, 'cause I'm the one that kills you." Dean said stepping closer to him.
"So, you're gonna save everybody, is that right? Is that it? Well, I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save." He pulled out a knife with an evil grin.
"Your Grandpappy."
"NO!" Dean and I yelled as we moved, but it was too late, yellow eyes thrust the knife into Samuel's heart.
"No!" Deanna cries running in from the back doorway, yellow eyes makes a quick move and with the twist of his hand sends her through the air, and then with the snap of his fingers breaks her neck.
"Nooo!" I cried. I reared back and thrust both hands at him. Red haze filling the room, suffocating not only the demon but Dean and myself.
"Emily!" Dean coughed. "Em no!"
I tried to keep my eyes open, but the lack of oxygen was getting to me and for only a second I dropped my hands, and just like that he was gone… leaving Samuel and Deanna both dead in the floor.
I collapsed as Dean grabbed the colt and began running up the stairs, yelling for Mary. I crawled over to Deanna. My grandmother. The kind sweet woman who opened her home to strangers. The woman I never knew.
I bent over and began to cry.
"Em we gotta go find Mary before he does!"
"They're dead." I cried.
"Em come on we gotta go!"
"We got them killed Dean! Our grandparents and we got them killed!"
He dropped the colt and got down on his knees picking up my face in both of his hands.
"Look at me right now Em. We didn't do this… HE did this. We have one more shot to get this son of a bitch and I need your help. Please… please babygirl we gotta go."
I nodded through my tears and followed Dean out the door at a run.
We drove down until we spotted the impala… we pulled up to find Mary kissing yellow eyes, a dead John on the ground between them.
"No!" Dean yelled desperately as he ran with the colt, but the Demon quickly disappeared. Suddenly John came back to life and Mary held him. I leaned into Dean, defeated and more confused now than I ever have been… and suddenly a hand was on my shoulder. I looked up and Castiel touched us both.
Just like that we were back in our motel.
"We couldn't stop any of it. She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn't she?" I cried. Dean sat next to me looking heartbroken.
"Don't be too hard on yourself. You couldn't have stopped it."
"What?" Dean asked angrily, standing to face the angel.
"Destiny can't be changed, Dean. All roads lead to the same destination."
"Then why'd us send me back?" I asked.
"For the truth. Now you know almost everything we do."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"We know what Azazel did to your brother. What we don't know is why – what his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up."
"What did you mean by almost everything?" I asked… nothing that he had not elaborated on that.
"I'm not sure now is the right time to tell you. You appear to be emotional at the moment."
"Dammit dude, just tell us! Could it really be worse then finding out I have demon blood in my system!"
"If you insist. Azazel did to Sam what he did to every other child he encountered. Except for you Emily." The sound of his voice telling me he would 'have something special' rang in my ears. "He fed all of this children his own blood, but when he visited your nursery, the last one he visited as far as we know, he brought a vial."
"What was inside?" Dean asked.
"The blood of Lucifer himself."
"What?!"
I could vaguely hear Dean's voice. All of a sudden everything in me felt trapped. I felt as if air couldn't get to my lungs. That my limbs wouldn't move when I asked them too. That my body didn't even belong to me.
The blood of the devil, running through my veins.
The blood of the devil, taking control of my body.
I wanted to puke. To scream. To cry. But I could only sit in shock.
"What does this mean?" Dean asked Castiel.
"We do not know. She is the only person in existence to share the blood of Lucifer and survive. Many demons have tried to use it to gain power, but after all Lucifer is an angel. So it is in all honestly angel's blood as much as it is the devil's blood."
"Tainted angel's blood." I cut in, not able to look up and meet either of their glances.
"Where is Sam?" Dean finally asked.
"425 Waterman. Your brother is headed down a dangerous road, Dean, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will. And as far as Emily goes- we have been, and will continue to be watching her closely. You should know now that if we feel she becomes a threat, she will be dealt with in the same manner."
With that he disappeared.
Once he was out of sight I quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom, puking up the dinner I had eaten only a few hours ago, but what felt like a day ago. I trembled between heaving, trying to fight off the oncoming panic attack.
I looked out the open door to find Dean sitting on the bed. Staring at nothing. I could tell from here he was just as mind fucked as I was right about now. I slowly gathered myself and washed out my mouth. Then I made my way back into the room.
"We have to go get Sam." He mumbled, not looking at me.
"Can I have a few minutes first?"
"Yeah. We roll out in 10." He replied. Eyes still glued out in front of him. I nodded and quickly stepped out the door. Trying to suck in some fresh air to my lungs. I quickly began knocking on the door next to ours, over and over without stopping until the door flung open.
"Em what the hell is going on?" Judson asked as he looked me up and down reading the panic in my body language.
"I-I just need to s-see you." I sobbed as I pushed my way in and clung to him. He wrapped his long warm arms around my body and ran a trail of kisses down the side of my face.
"Baby what's wrong?" He whispered.
"I-I don't wanna…" I cried into his chest, my entire body shaking like a leaf.
"You're scaring me Em, what the hell happened."
"I. I can't… I don't wanna talk about it." I finally managed to say.
How could I tell him? He'd leave me! Hell my own brother couldn't even look at me… If I tell him then he's going to run out on me and never come back. And I just can't take that right now. I just… I can't lose him right now. I need him.
"Are Sam and Dean okay?"
"I-I think so. We're gonna go get Sam." I said between gasps of air.
"Do you need me to come with you sweetheart?"
"N-no. Dean and I should go alone."
"Are you sure?"
I only nodded this time, afraid my reply would give away my lie. Truth is. I'm not sure what's up. What's down. If they sky was ever fucking blue or not? Everything in my whole life… I don't know what to make of it. Any of it.
I feel like too much had been shoved into my brain over the last few hours. I needed to decompress. I needed to process, and I need to calm the fuck down before this thing got out of hand.
"Em! Let's go!" Dean called to me from outside.
"I gotta go." I said pulling away.
"Okay, hey wait… come here." He said as he pulled me in and kissed me softly, the worry in his eyes only grew as we kissed and then I broke away, leaving to join Dean in the impala. I carefully slid into the passenger seat, pulling up my knees and leaning against the door.
Dean slammed the car in reverse and pulled out onto the road. He reached out for me and I pulled away.
"Hey. Look at me." He pushed, but I shook my head and bit my lip.
"Emily. Look at me."
I finally turned my head.
"Don't lose it on me now kiddo. I don't give a shit what that angel says. You are still MY Emily. I don't care what blood they put in you. You are still the same person. And I'm still with you 100%."
I needed that more than I realized. I let out deep breath as I scooted over in the seat and he wrapped his arm over me. I wrapped both of my small arms around his, kept my eyes closed and gathered myself so that I would be prepared for when we did get to Sam.
"Dean."
"Yeah kiddo?"
"How bad could this be?"
"Bad, Em… bad."