Oh man guys, I am SO sorry for such a long delay between chapters. Truth be told, I lost some of my inspiration for the story and wasn't sure exactly what I wanted to do with it. I hope to get back into the swing of things now! Enjoy :)

It was late.

Dean slept peacefully next to her, his breathing steady, his chest rising and falling in a soothing, even motion. Across from them, Sam was snoring softly, sprawled across his bed with half a sheet tangled around him, looking more boy then man. Emily remained awake. Alert. She studied both boys back and forth, back and forth, wheels turning calculatedly, sleep continuing to evade her as she tried to force thoughts of her mother from her head. Thoughts of Ezreil from her head. She couldn't shake it, even as Castiel's words stayed in the back of her mind, all she could think about was what the demon had said to her. All she could picture was her mother's face.

Quietly, she slipped from the bed and stood, testing the weight of the floor beneath her for any creaks or groans. Dean didn't shift, neither did Sam. Braver, she stepped quietly towards the bathroom, her eyes still trained on the beds for any sign of movement, but there was none. She glanced at the door, knowing there was no way to exit out the front without making a considerable amount of noise. Not only were there several locks to get through, but the door itself was loud enough to wake the people next door, so it was not an option. But in the bathroom, there was a window, large enough for a person of Emily's size to slip through relatively unscathed. She had noticed it when they'd checked in. Made the mental note. Tucked it away.

And now it was coming in handy.

Each step towards the bathroom was a slow, tedious dance of silence. She crept on tip toe, holding her breath as she did so, knowing how perilous it would be to wake the boys. Although the obvious excuse of using the bathroom would save her, she would be unable to sneak out with one or both of them awake and aware of her movements. Silence was the only option. She finally reached her destination and the door slowly, ever so slowly swung open. It didn't make a sound, and it wasn't until she had clicked it safely into place behind her that she was able to breathe again. She listened for a moment for the boys to move, to hear a groan or a noise, or even a shift in the bed. Again, nothing. Confident now, Emily faced the window and took a deep breath. She couldn't risk the light, so she had to do it in the dark. She climbed carefully onto the bathroom sink vanity and turned the ancient looking lock holding it closed. It took some maneuvering, but finally it gave into her ministrations and the window swung out slightly. A small push sent it open all the way and she was free.

Getting outside of the window proved easier then she had thought. There was a ledge outside of it big enough to get her footing and then it was just a small jump to the ground. The cold night air sent a shiver through her, the small sleep shorts and thin sweater she had worn to bed didn't offer much protection against it, and she wrapped her arms around herself, unsure of what to do now. Getting back inside was going to be difficult, she had anticipated most likely waking them coming back. If she came back. But where to go now was another story.

He'll seek me out. The thought propelled her forward into the night, the pavement cold beneath her bare feet. The parking lot entered her sight, street lights throwing sharp angles around her and the various cars. An eerie silence filled the night and she shivered again, not from the cold that time. And then she felt him. And then he was there.

"Pretty one," his voice was soft in the still air, it carried to her and she walked forward, again and again until he was in front of her. "You came, I knew you would."

The threat wasn't lost on her. Here was an ancient, powerful demon, possibly the most dangerous she'd ever face, but she did not feel fear. She did not feel anything. The glow around her burned into the night, and the demon's human face blanched a little but did not back down from her stare. Instead, he just chuckled and he moved in again so that there was only a mere foot of distance between them. He reached his hand out, and she stood her ground, bracing herself for whatever would come. Nothing did. As if a shock had hit him, he hissed and withdrew his hand sharply, and that was when she finally spoke.

"My mother," her voice was clear, confident, "I want to know more about my mother."

The demon smiled at her again, a horrible smile that told her he was going to take great pleasure from whatever he was about to say. "Ah yes, your mother," he began. "Sweet, sweet Sarah. Cast down. Forgotten. Forsaken. How I enjoyed her screams so much in the pit." Emily fought down the bile rising in her throat, and the anger that was festering. Her skin felt warm, the glow felt palpable now, she tried hard to keep it down but it felt as if she were losing control of her body as he continued on, describing her torture in hell, her defilement, her ultimate cast off to a place that even Ezreil couldn't name. The flame in her stomach grew hotter.

"Stop."

A voice. Emily recognized the voice through the fog; Sam's. And then Dean. "Sonuvabitch you get away from her!"

But he didn't tear his eyes from Emily's, the twisted horrible smile growing, and as her defenses fell from the haze she'd been in, she felt him reach again and this time, nothing held her back from him. In two swift seconds, Ezreil had drawn Emily into himself, into his chest and flipped her around to face the Winchester brothers. She met Dean's gaze, fear finally forming into her mind. What had happened? What was this? Dean's own face was a mask of unbridled fury, his eyes flickering from her to Ezreil and he bellowed again, "LET HER GO!"

"Aw, young love," Ezreil gave a fake, forced sigh, the horrible chuckle returning and he leaned down to place a kiss on Emily's exposed throat. The bile rose again, threatening to overspill and she choked on it, swallowing it down as she began to thrash against the demon and Sam lunged forward. His grip tightened, though, and he held his free hand up to ward Sam back, sending him flying against the hood of a car with a deafening crack. Dean paused, reassessing and Emily fought harder, willing her shield to rise from wherever it had retreated. It didn't work. "I so hate to break up such beautiful couples," Ezreil brought his hand back to Emily and brushed it down her breast, to her stomach, and stopping just above her pelvis. Dean bellowed again, and then without warning, a bright flash rose and overtook the parking lot, bathing everything in light. Emily didn't realize she'd been freed until she felt Dean's arms around her, pulling her from the wreckage that was Castiel, a bright blue icicle looking dagger sticking out through the back of the demon, freezing him in place before the moment ended in a shattering blast of air and ash. Ezreil vanished. The light vanished.

There was nothing there but them. Castiel stepped forward to retrieve his dagger and as he did, Emily finally collapsed against Dean, sobbing out loud. "No, no, no, no," she had never felt this momentum of anguish before, this level of devastation. Sam had at some point brought himself up from the wreckage of the car and joined the other three. "My mom. My mom." She couldn't stop crying, the tears flowed through her without recourse.

"He isn't dead," Castiel seemed uncomfortable with the show in front of him, but he placed a comforting hand on Emily's back, sending a flush of warmth through her that she hadn't realized she'd needed. "He will return. I do not know how he broke through the shield, but we must prepare. You need to return to your bunker, research. I will inquire above. Rest, little one."

He was gone again, leaving her with the brother's as they lead her quietly back to the hotel room. Neither spoke, neither offered any lectures, just comfort. Emily could feel the heat and anger rolling from Dean, but he didn't explode. He just sat her down on the bed and began to pack their things. "Emily..." Sam knelt in front of her, forcing her tear stained gaze to his. "You can't bring her back. You can't."