Part 2 is up! :)
They arrived at the Motel.
Sam came rushing into the room, looking for Dean. They see each other.
"Dude, I gotta talk to you." They said at the same time.
Later on, Sam and Dean are talking. Emma is sitting on one of the beds, listening to them.
"So, hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva?" Dean says, looking at Sam.
Sam replied. "Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing."
"So, Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl." He chuckles. Sam rolls his eyes. "And what's the deal with that bowl again?"
"She was talking into it. The way witches used to scry into crystals balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone."
"With who? With the Daeva?" Dean asked.
"No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone who's comin' to that warehouse."
Dean thinks for a moment and glances at some files on a nearby table. He sits down at the table and looks through them. Emma stood up and watched Dean sorting.
"Holy crap." Dean says, realizing something.
"What?" Sam says.
"What I was gonna tell you earlier—I pulled a favor with my…" Dean clears his throat. "… friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims- we missed something for the first time."
"What?" Sam comes over to look at the records.
"The first victim, the old man—he spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born." Dean points at something and Sam looks. Emma decided to join them.
Sam nodded. "Lawrence, Kansas."
"Mmhmm." Dean picks up the second file. "Meredith, second victim—turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from."
Sam looks at the paper that reads "Lawrence, Kansas." Sam sits down across from Dean, clearly shocked.
"Holy crap."
Dean nodded. "Yeah."
"I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom." Emma gasped quietly while Sam continued. "That's where everything started. So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?"
Dean nods again. "I think it's a definite possibility."
"But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?"
Dean pushed his shoulders up and down. "Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation."
Sam shook his head. "No, we can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We've gotta stake out that warehouse. We've got see who, or what, is showin' up to meet her."
"I'll tell you one thing. I don't think we should do this alone."
Emma scoffed and walked away to think then turned around to look at them. "Are you freaking insane? Demons? Witches? Daeva? Oh my god, I think I'm going insane." Emma mutters as she rubs her head.
Sam walks to Emma and looked at her. "We're for real. We're demon hunters. We hunt for anything that could hurt the people. Your friend, Meg, murdered two people… maybe more."
"I don't believe you! That's not Meg, you guys. I've known her since high school and there is no way that Meg is a demon. There is no way in the hell that she's a demon."
"Then how do you explain the black altar? Hmm?" Dean asked.
"I…" Emma stared at Dean for a moment then looked down. "I don't know."
"That's what I thought." Dean whispered and walked away to get ready for tonight. Emma's phone rings suddenly and she jumped at the sound of it.
She was shaken up by her phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, where are you? I just got back at my apartment and you're not there?" Meg says and Emma looked at them quickly.
"It's Meg," Emma mouthed at them.
"Yeah, Meg. I'm sorry, I went to the twenty-four hour drugstore because I just got my period and didn't have anything for my period," Emma lied and closed her eyes, praying that Meg will believe her.
"Oh… okay. Well, I'll see you soon, Emma." Meg hangs up on her and Emma looked at them again.
"You guys… I have to go. Meg is looking for me and… I have to go." Emma tries to leave but Sam blocks her from leaving.
"Meg knows you're with us… she knows so don't try go back there because Meg could kill you."
Emma whimpered and slumped down on one of the beds.
Later at the Motel Room.
Dean is leaving a message on John's voicemail. While he is talking, Sam enters the room with the bags full of weapons.
"We think we've got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom. So, uh, this warehouse—its 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can." Dean hangs up.
"Voicemail?" Sam asked and Dean nodded. "Yeah," Dean gestures to the bags. "Jesus, what'd you get?"
Sam chuckles.
"I ransacked that truck. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions. I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything."
Dean nods and they begin loading their guns silently. Emma stood up and stared out of the window.
"Big night." Dean says, loading his gun.
"Yeah, you nervous?" Sam asked, working on his gun.
"No. Why, are you?"
"No. No way."
They are silent for a few seconds. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?" Sam says, smiling at little.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?"
"I know, I'm just sayin', what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school—be a person again."
"You wanna go back to school?" Dean's eyebrows lifted in surprise.
"Yeah, once we're done huntin' the thing."
"Huh." Dean thinks for a minute.
"Why, is there somthin' wrong with that?" Sam asks in confusion.
"No. No, it's, uh, great. Good for you."
"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?"
Dean looked serious. "It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt."
Sam was surprised. "But there's got to be somethin' that you want for yourself-"
Dean interrupted Sam. "Yeah, I don't you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam." Dean walks over to the dresser.
"Dude, what's your problem?" Sam looked frustrated.
Dean is silent for a while, and then turns back to Sam. "Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?"
"'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom."
"Yes, that, but it's more than that, man." Dean returns to the dresser and is silent again, then once more turns to Sam. "You and me and Dad—I mean, I want us…. I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again."
Emma listened to their entire conversation even they thought she wasn't listening. She looked at Dean quietly.
"Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before."
Dean looks heartbroken and Emma's heart broke to see him that way.
"Could be." Dean says sadly.
"I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way." Sam says and they both share a look.
Emma spoke up. "So… what are we doing?"
Part 3 is next
