Finally, Part 4 is up. So I hope you guys will enjoy the story and please leave a review... I would be so happy to hear from you. Welcome new readers! :)


Back at the Motel.

As Dean helps Emma to walk, Dean looks at Sam. "Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?"

"I said it before, and I'll say it again—better safe than sorry." Sam says, holding the duffel bag. Dean takes the key out and unlocks the door. They enter the room.

Emma gasps softly as they see the outline of a man standing by the window. Emma held on tight to Dean because she was scared.

"Hey!" Dean says as Sam turns on the light quickly. The man turns around. It is John.

Sam and Dean are stunned.

"Hey, boys."

Emma let Dean go and they walk to each other. John and Dean share a long, emotional hug. Sam watches sadly. Dean and John pull apart a few seconds later.

"Hi, Sam." John says.

"Hey, Dad," Sam says softly, placing the bag full of weapons on the floor.

"Dad, it was a trap. I didn't know, I'm sorry." Dean said.

"It's all right. I thought it might've been." John smiles gently at Emma.

"Were you there?" Dean asked. "Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. She was the bad guy, right?" John says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Yes, sir." Dean and Sam said at the same time.

"Good. Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before."

"The demon has?" Sam says in surprise.

"It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell—actually kill it."

"How?" Dean asks out of curiosity. John smiles.

Emma limped over to the chair and sat down to rest her injured ankle.

"Who is this by the way?" John asks Sam.

"I'm Emma Castle," she said and John nodded. "I'm John Winchester."

Emma gasped in shock. "You…. You're the one who came to warn my adopted mother a couple years ago?"

John nodded. "I remember your mother. I'm sorry about your loss."

The boys looked at each other in confusion. "I'll explain everything as soon as I can, Emma." John says and Emma nodded.

"Anyway, how? How are you going to kill the demon?" Dean asked again.

John smiles again. "I'm workin' on that."

"Let us come with you. We'll help." Sam says. Dean gives Sam a warning look.

"No, Sam. Not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in a crossfire. I don't want you hurt."

"Dad, you don't have to worry about us." Sam insists.

"Of course I do. I'm your father." John paused. "Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight."

Sam swallows back a lump in his throat. "Yes, sir."

"It's good to see you again. It's been a long time."

"Too long." Sam says and they both embrace, crying. A minute later, they pull apart. The three of them look around tearfully.

Suddenly, the shadow demon attacks John. He is thrown into a set of cabinets and falls to the ground. Sam also falls.

"No!" Dean shouted as he is thrown to the floor as well. Emma screamed in fear.

Unknown to them, Meg is watching the apartment outside. She looks at the building while holding a pendant around her neck, which features the Zoroastrian symbol.

Sam, Dean, Emma and John are still being attacked by the shadow demon. They groan and scream in pain as they are flung around the room. Fresh scratches appear on their faces and arms.

Sam makes his way to the bag of weapons on the floor. He removes a flare from the bag.

"Shut your eyes! These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!"

He lights the flare, and the room is instantly filled with smoke and a brilliant white light. The shadow demon vanishes. The four of them try to feel their way around the room, coughing and sputtering.

"Dad!" Dean called out. "Over here!"

Dean makes his way to John and helps him up. Sam and Emma follow them out of the room, Sam carries the bag of weapons.

They walk down an alley to the car. Sam puts the bag in the backseat of the car.

"Alright, come on. We don't have much time. As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back." Sam says, reaching out to John.

"Wait, wait. Sam, wait. Dad, you can't come with us." Dean says, looking at John.

"What? What are you talkin' about?" Sam says in shock.

"You boys—you're beat to hell." John says to both of them.

"We'll be all right." Dean nodded.

"Dean, we should stick together. We'll go after those demons—

"Sam! Listen to me. We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop, they're gonna try again. They're gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's—he's stronger without us around."

Sam didn't want to hear it. Emma looked at the boys and John sadly.

"Dad, no," Sam says, putting his hand on his father's shoulder. Dean watches sadly. "After everything, after all the time we spent lookin' for you—please. I gotta be a part of this fight."

"Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you've got to trust me, son. Okay, you've gotta let me go."

All three of them are silent for a moment, close to tears. Finally, Sam pats his father's shoulder once, then lets go.

John and Dean share a look, and then John walk over to Emma.

"Take care of my boys, will ya?" John smiles gently at her and she nods. They hugged gently. "I promise." Emma whispers.

John let Emma go and walks over to his truck. Once there, he looks back at them one more time. "Be careful, boys."

John gets in his truck and drives away.

Emma sighs heavily and limped over to Sam. She leans against his shoulder in exhaustion.

"Come on." Dean says to Sam.

They get into the car and the boys watch as their father's truck turns the corner. Dean and Sam look at each other knowingly. Without a word, Dean starts the car. He backs into the street, and then speeds down the road and around a corner.

Meg comes onto the street from a flight of stairs. She turns and watches the boys leave.

To be continued.


Hmm... I wonder what's going to happen next now that Emma is involved with the demon hunting and she is going to try find out why her parents and adopted was murdered.