Author's note: Hey lovelies! There are some big things building up here! This is just the beginning of chaos of trouble on its way for Emily. I love you all and I'm sorry its been so long between updates! On the upside I've been getting ready for HOUSCON! Ahhh! So excited. I hope you guys will please READ and REVIEW! I have a lot of things in store for Emily soon that you don't want to miss! Love you all so much! Leave a review and let's chat! I miss hearing from you all!
It was a little after 4 in the morning when I snuck back into our room from Judson's. Sam was asleep in one bed, Dean was sprawled out on the other with a bottle of whiskey tipped over in the floor below his hand. I walked over and picked it up off the floor. Then I pushed Dean's legs back onto the bed, and pulled up the blankets. I sat down next to him, even passed out drunk I could see his pain.
I could see the way the wrinkles on his face deepened, even in his assumed silent sleep. Even at rest he looked burdened. I wish he would just talk to us… to anyone. Something as heavy as being in hell doesn't just go away. It scars you for life, but he can't move forward until he faces it. I know him well enough to at least know that.
I laid back and pondered what comes next for the Winchesters… a day off maybe?
We could use it. Just a day or two to regroup and ground ourselves again. A chance to put some things behind us, and refocus.
…
"Brian, come on, man, just one more. Just - just give me a chance to win it back." Sam slurred. I sat back on the barstool, leaning against the wall with Judson standing in front of me. My arms around his shoulders and leaning down to watch as Sam and Dean hustled these poor suckers.
"It's your cash." The man- Brian, shrugged.
"Excuse me. My brother's a little sauced to be making bets." Dean stepped in.
"He insisted."
"Yeah, but you've already taken, what, two bills off him? I'm just saying."
"Hey, shut up, Dean. I'm fine." Sam said as he purposely stumbled a step or two.
"No, you're not fine. You're drunk!" Dean yelled.
"They're good at this." Judson leaned back and whispered to me. I giggled.
"You oughta watch me give it a spin. Its twice as bed when they lose to a girl."
"Mmhmmm… I don't know if I like the idea of anyone but me playing with you." He mumbled as he rubbed his hands up and down my thighs, causing a breathy moan so quiet only he could hear it to escape my lips.
"Later baby." He winked as he went back to watch the match.
"Let's make it five hundred." Sam said throwing down a stack of cash.
"Five hundred?" Dean looked at him in wide eyes.
"Sure." Brian smiled laying down and equally large stack of cash. "Five hundred. Your break."
Sam breaks and sinks almost half the balls on the table, I grinned as I watched Brian's face fall. As Sam moved to line up his next shot his face changed quickly.
"Keep the money." He said and then dropped his pool stick, walking away from the table.
SAM puts his cue down on the pool table and walks towards RUBY.
"Keep the money? What?!" Dean shouted as Brian grabbed both stacks and moved on quickly.
"De what the hell?!" I shot up and asked. "Half of that was mine!"
"I don't know… Sam!" Dean called walking after him, I moved to follow, Judson hot on my tail.
"Oh fuck." Dean groaned as he stopped short of the bar, I stood next to him and my blood began to boil.
"What if the FUCK is she doing here?!"
"I'm fixing to find out." Dean said stomping forward.
"Hey." Sam said to Ruby just as Dean and I came up behind him.
"Well, you got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me." Dean warned.
"And me…" I added with narrowed eyes.
"Hush little girl. I just have some info, and then I'm gone." She narrowed her eyes back.
"Gone or dead, take your fucking pick."
"What is it?" Sam said pushing me aside. I went to push him back, but Judson held both of my arms and put his face against mine.
"I'm hearing a few whispers."
"Ooh, great, demon whisperers - that's reliable." Dean mocked.
"Girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently, some real heavy hitters turned out for the Easter-egg hunt."
"Why? Who is she?" Sam asked.
"No idea. But I'm thinking that she's important, 'cause the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do."
"Look, maybe we should check it out." Sam suggested turning to face us.
"Actually, we're working a case, but thanks." Dean fake smiled.
"What case?" Ruby challenged.
"Yours if you don't back off bitch." I pushed forward, pulling against Judson's grip.
"You wish princess."
"Shut it! We sure as hell ain't goose-chasing after some chick who, for all we know, doesn't even exist, just because you say she's important." Dean replied.
"I'm just delivering the news. You can do whatever you want with it. Far as I'm concerned, I told you, I'm done."
Ruby walked away, but not before Sam ran after her and caught her before she left out the door. I glared him down the entire 23 seconds he stood there, and his entire walk back. He met eyes with me and quickly diverted them.
"What the fuck Sam?!"
"What?"
"Are you still talking to Ruby?"
"No! I didn't ask her to show up here. She did it on her own."
"Maybe she'd quit showing up around you if you finally told her to fuck off once and for all!"
"Just because you hate her doesn't mean we can't use her to our advantage. This girl could be important. Like stopping the apocalypse important." Sam argued.
"Oh please! Get off your high horse Sam!"
"That's enough!" Dean interrupted us. "Funs over… let's go."
"Dean. We need to check this out, please. Just. Let me run the name." Sam pleaded.
…
I sat in the backseat of the impala. Stewing. Marinating in my anger and disgust for Sam's tolerance of the bitch. Why can't he she how horrible she really is. Why can't he see how twisted it is to make her an ally? Doesn't he know by now she's playing some kind of game with us?
I just wish I knew which one.
"Can I get a copy of the missing persons report? Great. Okay. Thanks." Sam said into the phone before hanging up. "Well, Anna Milton's definitely real."
"Don't mean the case is real. And this hospital's a three-day drive." Dean sighed.
"We've driven further for less, Dean."
Dean scoffed and shook his head.
"You got something to say, say it." Sam pushed.
"Oh, I'm saying it - this sucks."
"You're not pissed we're going after the girl. You're pissed Ruby threw us the tip."
"Right. 'Cause as far as you're concerned, the hell-bitch is practically family. Yeah, boy, something major must've happened while I downstairs, 'cause I come back, and - and you're BFF with a demon?"
"Dean, she helped me go after Lilith. That's all that was about."
"You mean after you ditched me?" I added.
"Hey." Dean called back. "We put that behind us. Fresh start. Remember?"
I shook my head, angry tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I crossed my arms and impatiently tapped my foot. I wanted nothing more than to get out of this car right now.
A hand rubbed my knee, but I jerked it away. I know he's just trying to be nice. I know he's just trying to help. But I don't want to be touched. I don't want to look at him. Talk to him. I don't want to talk about my feelings… I just want to be pissed.
"Thanks for the thumbnail, Sam - real vivid. You want to fill in a little detail?" Dean continued.
"Sure, Dean, let's trade stories. You first. How was Hell? Don't spare the details."
The car fell silent for a minute, and then Dean turned up the radio. The only thing worse than a pissy Winchester… was three pissy Winchesters.
It's gonna be a long fucking ride.
…
"Now, the orderly has no recollection of Anna's escape?" Sam asked.
"Apparently, she knocked him unconscious. The blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into her room."
"That's a hell of a right hook to knock out a guy that's got 80 pounds on her." I raised an eyebrow.
"We think she may have planned this, waited behind the door."
"Right. Uh, you mentioned Anna's illness was recent." Sam nodded.
"Two months ago, she was happy, well-adjusted, journalism major, lots of friends - Bright future."
"So, what happened - she just... flipped?" I asked.
"Well, that's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks, Anna was overtaken by delusions."
"What kind of delusions?"
"She thought demons were everywhere." The psychologist answered as he handed Sam a sketch book filled with horrible dark drawings.
"Wow." I mumbled.
"It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real."
I began skimming through the sketch book, some of the pages had words.
'Raising of the Witnesses' and on the next page was 'Samhain the next seal is broken'… my stomach flopped. I looked up to Sam and exchanged a concerned look.
"That's Revelations." Sam pointed out softly to the doctor."
"Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o'-lanterns?" He chuckled.
"It's a, uh, it's a little-known translation." I tried to cover.
"Well, Anna's father was a church deacon. When she became ill, her paranoia took on religious overtones. She was convinced the devil was about to rise up and end the world. I hope you find her. It's dangerous for her to be out there alone right now."
"Yeah. We can see that." I sighed. "Thank you so much for your help. We'll be in touch."
The doctor shook our hands and then I quickly slid the sketchbook under my jacket as we walked out.
"Get it?" Sam asked once we were out of sight.
"Yep. Sam… how did she know about Samhain?"
"I don't know Em. But I don't think she's a schizo."
"Yeah. I agree, but why did all that stuff start all of a sudden? Two months ago?"
"I don't know. We'll find out I hope."
Once outside we met Dean and Judson in the car.
"Any trail?"
"Yeah. There's one over there that runs into the woods for a couple miles, but It comes out to a road and we lost it from there. No telling where she went."
"Great. Take a look at these." I said passing the book to him and Judson. They both flipped through it for a moment, stopping on the page about Samhain, Judson looked at me with shock. I shrugged softly.
"This is gonna be interesting." Judson mumbled.
"Yeah."
…
"Hello?" Dean called as he knocked for the fourth time on the Milton's front door.
"Maybe they're not home." Judson suggested.
"Both cars in the driveway." Sam pointed out.
Dean reached back down and tried to turn the knob, it was unlocked and the door pushed open. I pulled my gun as we entered slowly.
"Mr. And Mrs. Milton?" Dean called out.
"We're from the sheriff's department. We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions." Sam added as we came around the side of the entry way and into the living room where an older couple layed dead in the floor- throats cut.
"Oh my god…" I whispered as I turned back around and grabbed Judson's arm. "These poor people."
"They've been dead a few days…. Or more." Dean said as he leaned over them.
"Demons?" Judson asked.
"Sulfur." Sam nodded as he touched some powder on the floor beside them.
"The demons beat us here. Whatever the deal is with this Anna girl –" I started.
"Yeah, they want her. They're not screwing around. All right, so, I'm "Girl, Interrupted," and I know the score of the apocalypse, just busted out of the nut-box... Possibly using superpowers, by the way. Where do I go?" Dean asked picking up some mail off the table.
I walked over and looked at some photos on the mantle.
"Hey, you still have those sketches?" I asked Sam.
"Yeah?"
"Let me see 'em. Check this out." I pulled down the photo of her and her parents in a church with a large stained glass window, a few pages into the sketchbook was a drawing of the same window.
"She was drawing the window of her church." Dean concluded.
"Over and over." Sam said flipping through the book. "If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?"
"Right. Church. Let's move. I'll call these in from the road." Dean said as he ushered us back out of the house.
….
We had covered the first floor of the church, plus the basement. Only thing left was the church attic. We moved slowly up the stairs, guns ready. Once we got to the top I noticed something move ever so slightly to my left. I held up my hand to stop everyone.
"Dean." I whispered, pointing to the subtle movement. He nodded. I tucked my gun back into my waist band.
"Anna?" I called out softly as I moved towards her. "We're not gonna hurt you. We're here to help. My name is Emily. These are my brothers Sam and Dean, and my boyfriend Judson."
"Emily?" She stepped out and asked. "Not Emily Winchester, right?"
"Uh, yeah." I answered cautiously. She looked relieved, then she looked to the boys.
"And you're Dean. The Dean?"
"Well, yeah. The Dean, I guess." Dean shrugged.
"It's really you. Oh, my god. The angels talk about you. You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out, and some of them think you can help save us. And some of them don't like you at all. They talk about you all the time lately. I feel like I know you."
"So, you talk to angels?" Judson asked her.
"Oh, no. No, no way. Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of... overhear them."
"You overhear them?" I asked skeptically.
"Yeah, they talk, and sometimes I just... hear them in my head."
"Like... right now?"
"Not right this second, but a lot. And I can't shut them out, there are so many of them."
"So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just... tuning in to angel radio?" Dean asked.
"Yes. Thank you." She sighed with deep relief that someone finally understood her problem.
"Anna, when did the voices start? Do you remember?" Sam asked her.
"I can tell you exactly - September 18th."
"The day I got out of Hell." Dean said meeting eyes with me.
"First words I heard, clear as a bell - Dean Winchester is saved."
"Excuse us for a moment." I smiled. I walked over to Sam and Dean while Judson offered Anna some water.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"It's above my pay grade, Em. I don't know what to think." Sam answered.
"Well, at least now we know why the demons want you so bad." Dean turned and told her. "They get a hold of you, they can hear everything the other side's cooking. You're 1-900-angel." Dean smiled to her, she smiled in return.
"Hey, um, do you know - are my parents okay? I - I didn't go home. I was afraid." She suddenly asked.
"Oh." I mumbled quietly.
Suddenly someone rushes up the stairs and my least favorite Demon appears.
"You got the girl. Good, let's go." Ruby demanded.
"Her face!" Anna cried out in horror backing away.
"It's okay. She's here to help." Sam reassured her.
"Yeah, don't be so sure." I countered.
"We have to hurry!" Ruby rushed.
"Why?"
"Because a demon's coming - big-timer. We can fight later, Emmy Lou."
"Well, that's pretty convenient - showing up right when we find the girl with some bigwig on your tail?" Dean asked.
"I didn't bring him here. You did."
"What?"
"He followed you from the girl's house. We got to go now."
"Dean." Sam called, looking at the large angel statue in the room, who's eyes suddenly began to bleed.
"Well that's a new one." I muttered as Judson instantly moved in front of me, Dean and Sam beside me. Anna behind us.
"It's too late. He's here." Ruby trembled.
"Anna." I said grabbing her by the arm. "Hide! Don't come out until one of us get's you, okay?!" She nodded as I shut the closet door.
Sam pulled out a flask of holy water and Dean pulled the knife.
"No, Sam, you got to pull him right away." Ruby insisted.
"Whoa, hold on a sec." Dean interrupted.
"Now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going darkside. He does his thing, he exorcises that demon, or we die, do you understand that?!"
Before I had the chance to reply a man entered the room. He looked plain and simple from the outside, but the look in his eyes were dark and sinister. Pure evil. It made chills break out down my arms.
Sam drops the flask and moves forward to exorcise the demon, but nothing more than a gust of wind hits him and he laughs.
"That tickles. You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam." He said as he lifted one hand and threw Sam down the stairs.
"Sam!" I called out, but Judson held me back.
"My turn!" I growled as I reached out one hand. The ground beneath us rumbled and red haze began to swirl at his feet, moving up his body, but he laughed as it swirled around him. Annoyance and pain bouncing back and forth on his pain.
"I almost forgot what pain felt like my dear… It's quite annoying." He smiled as he waved his arm, causing my feet to leave the ground. I met the ground harshly, my shoulder slamming into a bookshelf.
"EMILY!" Judson rushed over to me.
"Hello again, Dean." The demon smiled, Dean's face scrunched in confusion.
Ruby moved towards the closet and I vaguely heard Anna scream as Ruby pulled her out and ran.
"Dammit! Go help Dean!" I demanded sitting up.
"Come on, Dean. Don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot - I'm wearing a pediatrician. But we were so close... in Hell." The demon smiled as it picked Dean up by his shirt.
"Alastair." Dean growled.
Sam sprung up from behind Dean and stabbed Alistair with Ruby's knife, the both of them running backwards towards Judson and I, Dean pulled me up off the ground. We watched as Alistair pulled out the knife and dropped it on the ground.
"Dean. It's not working." I swallowed. But his eyes never left Alistair's.
"You're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that, son." Alistair chuckled, as if the entire fight amused him. Sam grabbed my arm and pointed behind us ever so slightly with his head. I widened my eyes as I realized he wanted us to jump.
Dean nodded and pushed me backwards, a scream escaping my lips as the four of us jumped through the stained glass window.
I hit the ground with a crunch and a scream, my injured shoulder taking the blunt of the fall. I looked up to see Sam bleeding profusely, and Dean holding his arm. Judson limped as he stood, but pulled me and we all 'ran' as best we could to the impala.
…
We stumbled into the motel room. Sam rushed to the sink and pushed towels against his bleeding wound. Judson limped and half carried me over to the bed. Dean fell against the other one, still cradling his arm.
"Sam… I can stich you up. I just.. I gotta pop this back in." I moaned as I tried to lift my arm.
"I've already got it started, Em." He groaned as he doused it with alcohol and began to pull the needle through his skin. I turned to look at Judson who rolled his ankle in a circle, confirming only a sprain and no broken bones.
"Are you okay?" I asked him.
"Better than you." He said as he wiped my forehead, blood covered his hand. I didn't even realize I was bleeding. "Let's get this shoulder back in."
"Yeah. I'm next in line." Dean groaned as he laid backwards.
"Stand up Em." He said pulling me to my feet. I positioned myself against the wall, and he put a hand on either side of the joint. My nerves bounced and he began to count.
"Don't count! Just do i-AHHH!"
The popping noise combined with the sharp unexpected pain made me cry out. I let out a small sob after the joint was back in and I rolled the sore joint in a circle.
"You okay baby?"
"I'll live." I whined. "Get Dean's. I'm gonna clean up my face."
I walked over to Sam and helped him tie off his stiches. Then he cleaned the cut on my forehead and but on a butterfly stich or two.
"Sam." I said leaning into him. "That demon… Why didn't our abilities work on him?"
"I don't know Em. He must be pretty high up. I've never heard of him."
"… Dean knows him." I whispered. Sam looked at me in surprise.
"Are you sure?"
"He said Dean should remember him from downstairs… then he did. Sam. He kinda scares the living shit out of me."
"Me too Em… Me too." Sam sighed draping his arm over me. We walked back down to sit with Dean and Judson- who had his foot propped up on a table with an ice pack. I sat on his good leg and laid against him as he held a second ice pack against my shoulder.
"So, you lost the magic knife, huh?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, saving your ass. Who the hell was that demon?" Sam replied.
"No one good. We got to find Anna."
"Ruby's got her. I'm sure she's okay."
"You sure about Ruby? 'Cause I think it's just as likely she used us to find radio girl and then brought that demon in to kill us." I said with raised eyebrows.
"No, she took Anna to keep her safe."
"Yeah. Well, why hasn't she called to tell us where she is?" I asked.
"Because that demon is probably watching us right now, waiting to follow us right back to Anna again. That's why he let us go."
"You call this letting us go?" Judson asked, looking at the four of us bloodied and beat.
"Yeah, I do. Look, killing us would've been no problem to that thing. That's why, for now, we just got to lay low and wait for Ruby to contact us."
"How's she gonna do that?" Dean asked as the same time I opened my mouth.
"Why do you trust her so much?" I demanded.
"I told you in the car."
"You got to do better than that." Dean suggested. "Hey, and I'm not trying to pick a fight here. I mean, I really want to understand. But I need to know more. I mean, I deserve to know more."
"Ugh… whatever." I scoffed at Dean's lack of anger or annoyance. It only doubled mine. It infuriated me, It made me want to punch him.
"Because... she saved my life." Sam shook his head.
"Dean when you died… I tried really hard to hold myself together. To be there for Emily. But I was failing. I wasn't going to survive drinking all night every night and faking it out during the day. I felt like I had no chance to breathe."
I looked at him curiously… trying to remember back to when Dean first died. But I could only remember my own grief. Absorbed in it, unable to remember Sam at that point in time.
"Look… if we're putting all cards out on the table right here and right now, I want you to know something first Emily."
My face froze in confusion.
"Me?"
"Yeah… I. I was never going to tell you any of this. Because I know it's going to make things worse, but. I feel like maybe if you knew we could really get past all of this. We could actually put it behind us. I know you're going to be angry with me at first. But please. Stay for all of it. Listen to all of it before you make any judgements. I was in a bad place. I wasn't good enough to be around."
"Sam. Just say it." I mumbled. I sat up on Judson's lap a little. My body tense. Dean was watching me, intrigued and obviously anxious for what Sam was going to say next.
"I was planning a suicide mission. I was going to take Lillith down, and kill myself in the process. I just… I couldn't live knowing Dean died for me, watching you go through that much pain every day. Feeling responsible. It was too much."
I stared at him in shock. A lonely tear sliding down my cheek.
"One night… I was drinking, a lot. And Ruby was just. There. In my room. She… she told me that If I came with her that together we could kill Lillith. That she could help me. But. I had to go alone… she could only train someone who's abilities she understood. I couldn't take the chance of losing out on my shot to kill Lillith… I had to go Emily. I had to."
Judson was discreetly rubbing one had along my arm. My eyes were fixed to the floor. Absorbing the information. Understanding what it was he was beating around the bush about.
He left me… for her.
He ditched me… to go with her.
He chose her, over me.
The words repeated in my head again, and again.
"Keep going." Dean pushed when Sam paused.
"She said she could teach me things… ways to use my abilities against the demons. To help people, to kill Lillith."
"What did she teach you?"
"Well, the first thing I learned... I'm a crappy student. I struggled a lot. Headaches. Being too weak to finish off the demons. I was angry, and frustrated, and not sober most days… It wasn't the abilities I was having trouble with. It was the grief I was avoiding. So… one night. Ruby. She was there for me. She pushed me to talk about you. And … things just happened from there."
"Happened?!" Dean asked.
"Happened… in ways you don't want to explain in front of your baby sister, Dean."
"Sam? Too much information." Dean cringed.
"Hey, I told you I was coming clean."
"Yeah, but now I feel dirty. Okay, well, uh, brain-stabbing imagery aside... So far, all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad."
… So far. All I've heard is you left me. For her. You abandoned me and couldn't pick up the phone because you were too busy fucking some demon bitch.
The more that came out of his mouth, the more angry, and… numb. I was. It was like someone was taking a knife and punching it into my back while laughing in my face. Rubbing it in.
I had never felt so betrayed in my life.
Eventually I laid back against Judson and turned my face away from my brothers. Hiding it in the crook of his neck. Letting the tears fall silently. Praying he didn't reach up to wipe them. He sat silent, still as a rock, and just let me hide myself in him.
"Yeah, well, there's more to the story."
"Just... skip the nudity, please."
"Pretty soon after... that, um... I put together some signs... Omens."
"Saying what?"
"Lilith was in town. And I wanted to strike her first. Ruby fought me on it, saying we weren't ready. But I was going to charge in guns blazing. Which is when she called me out… she realized it was a kamikaze thing. She tried to talk me out of it… but my mind wasn't changing. I went in, alone… I was caught almost immediately, seconds from death. But she showed up. And she saved me."
"Saved you?"
"Ruby came back for me. Whatever you have to say, she saved me. More than that, she got through to me. What she said to me... It's what you would've said. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here."
I sat in silence. Simmering in my pool of emotions. I was angry. I was hurt. I was pissed. I was jealous. I wanted revenge. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to cry. I wanted to kill her…
Instead. I climbed off of Judson's lap and moved towards the bathroom.
"Emily… wait. Please." Sam stood and called after me. But I was behind the door, and locked it before he could finish the word 'please'.
(THIRD PERSON POV)
"She's never going to forgive me is she…" Sam sighed.
"It's gonna a be a tough one to just swallow Sam. You know her, she's not seeing this in any way other than you picked Ruby over her." Dean explained.
"But that isn't what happened! I did that FOR her!"
"That won't matter to her, Sammy. Not right now anyways."
"Someone should talk to her though." Judson suggested. Both pair of eyes pointed at Dean.
"Yeah. Why don't you two get us packed up. We'll be harder to track on the move. I'll handle her."
Sam and Judson moved to pack up the first aid kits. Dean walked over to the bathroom and twisted the knob, finding it locked.
"Emily." He knocked. "Open the door babygirl."
He was met with silence.
"C'mon kiddo. You know I'm just going to pick the lock."
After a few more moments of silence the lock turned. Dean half smirked as he opened the door and found Emily leaned against the sink counter. Her eyes were fixated on the dirty tub in front of her. Her knuckles were white from gripping the counter. And the streaks on her face told him she had been crying already.
He moved to stand directly next to her, leaning against the wall.
"Do we need to talk about this one?" He asked gently.
Emily simply shook her head back an forth. She didn't want to talk. She didn't want to discuss this new found information. She wanted to act. She wanted to get rid of Ruby. She wanted Sam to know how much he hurt her, she wanted to beat him until he cried.
She wanted him to take it all back.
"Em, you should know it hurts him too. He made mistakes, he knows that. He hates it."
"He picked her." Emily whispered.
With those three small words her wall crumbled. Her shoulders began to shake and Dean pulled her against him, cradling her while she cried. He knew she was hurt deeply, and that there was nothing he could say that would fix it. Because he wasn't angry with Sam. He was trying to understand both sides. Had we he wished Sam had done things differently? Hell yes. But he was trying to play mediator, not pick sides. He hurt when she hurt… but he couldn't alienate Sam, or he might lose him.
Ruby's hold over him was still evident. And Dean knew he had to handle the situation delicately, or Sam would disappear with her again.
Knocking on the front door got Dean's attention. He quickly ripped open the bathroom door as a maid entered the room.
"I'm at this address." She said handing a piece of paper to Sam.
"I'm sorry. What?" He said confused.
"Go now. Go through the bathroom window, don't stop, don't take your car, don't pass go. There are demons in the hallway and in the parking lot."
"Ruby?!" Sam asked shocked.
Blood boiled in Emily's body, the name alone could cause the reaction but having the demon so close to her at this particular moment was too much.
She slammed the bathroom door shut after Dean stepped out.
Kicking the door over, and over, and over again… wishing it was Ruby instead.
"Emily! Open the door. We have to leave, now." Judson pleaded as he shook the door knob. "Emily!"
The door unlocked and Emily faced Judson.
"We have to go, there are demons out front."
"Good." She growled, pushing past him and out the motel door.
"Emily! Where are you going?" Dean called after her. She treaded down the hall until she came to a demon, hiding around the corner. With the flick of her wrist she and squeeze of her fist he was dead in the floor in moments. She continued, until she came across another, and then one more at the front door.
Her brothers and Judson trailed behind, bodies leading them to the front where Emily stood beside the car. Staring at the road while she leaned against the trunk.
Judson and Dean shared a concerned look. Was it safe to put Ruby and Emily in the same room together? Do they have another choice?
"Let's go." Dean called out to her. Knowing that this would have to be dealt with eventually. Judson crawled into the backseat beside her. When he looked up at her he wanted to scold her for her over dramatic murder spree. But when her eyes met his and he saw the amount of pain in them, his anger for her actions vanished.
His one weakness… Emily in pain.
He reached out and held her hand, squeezing it as they linked fingers. She scooted in the seat to sit closer to him, but kept her gaze out the window as they drove.
(Emily's POV)
We walked up to the abandoned property that housed a small cabin. Inside of it was Ruby. I could just sense her. I didn't even have to be inside. I was so filled with anger I was practically numb from the burn of the fire in my veins.
"Glad you could make it." Ruby commented. I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood. I walked to the corner in silence. Watching. Judson moved to stand beside me.
"Anna, are you okay?" Sam asked as Anna stood.
"Yeah. I think so. Ruby's not like other demons. She saved my life."
I couldn't stop the humorless laugh that left my lips. I gritted my teeth and balled my fists. Focusing on keeping my anger within myself, but I could feel the ground shaking slightly.
"Yeah, I hear she does that. I guess I... You know." Dean said to her awkwardly.
"What?" She asked.
"I guess I owe you for... Sam. And I just wanted... you know..."
"Don't strain yourself."
"Okay, then. Is the moment over? Good, 'cause that was awkward."
"Hey, Sam." Anna called his attention back. "You think it'd be safe to make a quick call, just to tell my parents I'm okay? They must be completely freaked."
My heart hurt for Anna… for the news she didn't even see coming.
"Um. Anna." Sam said softly.
"What?"
"Your parents..."
"What about them?"
"I'm sorry." Dean finally spoke, breaking the news.
"No, they're not..." She pleaded.
"Anna, I'm sorry." Sam added. Anna collapsed on the bench seat below her, her face hiding in her hands as she cried. Sam moved to comfort her immediately.
"Why is this happening to me?"
"I don't know."
Suddenly her face when from grief to fear as she covered her ears with her hands.
"Anna?" I asked noting the change.
"They're coming." She trembled in fear.
"Back room. Go now!" Dean told her, she ran for cover.
"Where's the knife?" Ruby asked.
"Uh... about that... " Dean sighed.
"You're kidding."
"Hey, don't look at me." Dean raised his hands.
"Thanks a lot." Sam said shaking his head at Dean.
"Great. Just peachy. Impeccable timing, guys, really."
"You're one to talk about timing." I shot at her viciously. Dean turned to look at me and shook his head, mouthing the words 'not now'. I rolled my eyes and prepared to focus my anger on whatever came through that fucking door.
It rattled violently for a moment then burst open.
Castiel and Uriel entered the small cabin and immediately my anger turned to discomfort. Uriel. He stared at me in disgust as he entered the room.
"Uriel right?" Dean asked as he took a step forward.
"Yes." He answered, but before he could say another word Dean swung his fist and turned Uriel's face sideways. Castiel moved between the two of them.
"ENOUGH." He said with finality. Dean glared Uriel down as he took his steps backwards.
"Don't even look at her." Dean told him as his eyes scanned the room again.
"You are not the boss of me you imp." Uriel shot back as lightning struck out the window violently.
"You don't look at her, you don't speak to her, you don't even acknowledge her. Do I make myself clear." Dean growled at him.
"Dean." Castiel called his attention off of Uriel. "What is the meaning of all this?"
"What your buddy over there didn't tell you about the chat he had with Em? Or did you approve something like that? Huh? Do you like to crush the spirit of teenage girls in your spare time too Castiel?"
"I do not know of what you speak, but I assure you I will handle the matter later. We have other things to focus on at the moment."
"Please tell me you're here to help. We've been having demon issues all day."
"We're here for Anna.
"Here for her like... here for her?"
"Stop talking. Give her to us." Uriel demanded. His voice causing me to shrink under Judson's arm.
"Fuck off." Dean smirked.
"Are you gonna help her?" Sam asked.
"No, she has to die."