Hi guys, I'm back. Soo... I wrote like 8,000 words so that's a lot obviously. I am going to break them into three or four parts like I did with the previous chapter. I hope you'll enjoy them and please leave a review. I would like to hear from my readers. :D Thanks.


The next morning.

They arrived at a new hotel and Emma felt the car stopped which woke her up. She groaned in pain as she could feel the aches from her body. She had scratches on her arms and her back; also her sprained ankle. The boys even got it worse, the scratches on their faces.

"Where are we, Dean?" Emma whispers as she slowly moved up.

"We're in Iowa now. We need to stop and rest after the hell that we went through last night." Dean says, wincing as he touched his wounds on his face.

Sam was sound asleep.

"I'll get the rooms, Dean. Just stay in the car," Emma says, putting on her torn jacket.

"Why? I always get the rooms," Dean muttered.

"Because, Dean, you look like hell plus you got blood all over yourself, so does your brother. The hotel clerk is going to ask questions. So I don't have severe wounds like you do. I'm going in, that's the end of it. Got it, Dean?" Emily says, staring at Dean.

Dean puts his hands up. "Fine."

Emma got out of the car, wincing as she stepped on her sore foot. She sighed heavily. "Suck it up." Emma muttered to herself as she limped to the check-in desk.

"Hi, I would like two rooms, one with two beds and one with a queen, please." Emma says, taking her wallet out of her jacket.

"We do have two rooms available but both have two beds, is that okay?" The hotel clerk asked, looking at her.

"Yeah, that's fine." Emma says, giving him her credit card.

He took her credit card and charged the rooms to her credit card.

"Is there anything else that you need?"

Emma smiled softly. "No, Sir. Thank you. Have a great day."

Emma limped outside and throws one of the keys to Dean, which he caught.

"You got a room. It's 62 and I'm in 64."

Dean nodded and hit Sam on his side. Sam woke up quickly and says "OW! What?"

"We're here. Emma got us our rooms. Let's go." Dean says, getting out of the car. Sam followed.

Emma walked with the boys to their hotel room.

"Dean, do you have a first-aid kit?" Emma asked as she took her shoe off her sprained ankle.

Dean grabbed the first-aid kit from his bag and threw it to her which she caught with her hands.

She takes out the ace wrap and started wrapping her ankle easily.

Emma got up and took out the hydrogen peroxide along with the cotton balls from the first-aid kit.

She pours the peroxide into the cotton balls and started to clean her wounds on the arms.

When she was done, she looked at the boys. "One of you needs to clean up the wounds on my back."

Sam and Dean look at each other. It was very awkward for Emma.

"You don't have to, guys," Emma started to explain but Sam interrupted. "I'll do it."

Sam takes the cotton balls and Emma took her shirt off, leaving her black bra on.

"Dean, don't you look…" Emma threatened to Dean as he stared at her breasts.

"Dean, turn around." Sam asked and Dean rolls his eyes. He turns around.

Sam gently dabs the cotton balls on her wounds, causing her to wince every time he did it.

"I'm sorry," Sam whispered.

Emma nodded. "Thanks…" Emma whispered.

Sam finished cleaning her wounds and Emma puts her shirt back on.

"Dean, I'm done." Sam says and Dean turns around.

"I'm going to go ahead and go to my room now. See ya." Emma says and walked out.

"Dude, Emma got the hottest body ever," Dean says, smiling at Sam.

"Dude, shut up." Sam says, frowning at him.

Dean stopped smiling. "Just trying to cheer you up." Dean muttered at Sam and started to clean his face wounds up.

As Emma arrived in her room, she moved to the windows and watched the sun rising. She closed the curtains, which darkens the room.

She walked to her bed and got under the sheets. Emma laid her head down on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. She started to think about what happened last night and how her life has changed in 72 hours.

Emma whimpered as her thoughts flashes back to her parents being murdered by the yellow-eyed man. She started sobbing.

"Why? Why!" Emma screamed as she sobbed hysterically in her pillow.

Emma soon fell asleep.

Emma jolts up as she heard a loud knocking on her door. She looked at her clock. It was midnight.

She realized that she had slept all day.

"Who is it," Emma asked at the door.

"It's Dean."

Emma groaned and opens her door.

"I was asleep." Emma says annoyingly.

"Oh, sorry. Just wanted to let you know that we are leaving tomorrow."

"What? Dean, we just got here!"

"Well, we need to keep moving. Plus there is an interesting case that we want to check out. If you don't like it, you can just stay here and wallow in your grief."

"You are such a jerk!" Emma says and punched him in the stomach out of anger.

Dean grunted in pain.

Emma slammed the door and locked it up.

"I hate that man! Oh!" Emma screamed as she threw the pillow across the room.

She heard her stomach growls. She was hungry.

She decided to go out and get something to eat so she jumped into the shower and washed her hair.

After the shower, she braided her wet hair and went back into the same outfit. She looked at her ruined clothes and decided that after she eats, she will go to the Wal-Mart and buy new clothes.

After she ate and brought some new clothes, she got on the public bus and went back to the hotel room.

Sam was waiting for her at the door.

"Sam?" Emma says, surprised.

"I heard you kicked my brother's ass." Sam smirks at her.

Emma laughs gently. "Well, I punched him in the stomach. He's such a jerk. Sorry, Sam. I know he's your brother." Emma says, unlocking the door and lets him in.

She throws the bags on the chair and plopped down on her bed.

"Yeah, Dean is… an asshole sometimes but he does have a soft side. He just keeps it to himself and pretends that he is tough. You saw his soft side when Dad came back."

Emma nodded sadly. "I'm sorry… I know you want to be with your Dad."

Sam nodded. "Hey, let's change the subject. I still can't believe you punched Dean." Sam snickers at the thought of Dean getting beat up by a girl.

Emma giggles. "I learned that from my dad. I need to take some kicking classes sometimes because it helps me to relieve my anger."

"Well, we'll find out when we get to a new town. Do you want to travel with us?" Sam asked and Emma thought about it.

"I want to because I want to find out more about this demon and this yellow-man. I also would like to get in touch with your father because he promised me that he would explain it all to me. I can't go back to my normal life after what I saw last night. There is something out there that I need to see and to learn about these creatures."

Sam stood up and walked to Emma. He got down to her height.

"Are you sure? Because it could become tough, dangerous and hard. You could die. It's not for everybody."

Emma stood up and stared at Sam. "I am sure. I know that I'm not normal. I know that there is something different about me and I need to know why. So Sam… yes, I'm sure."

They stare at each other in silence.


FOUR WEEKS LATER

After traveling all over the place, they settled down in Colorado. The boys went out and did their job while Emma decided to sit out of this one.

She wanted to take it easy and read her book. She got interrupted by her phone.

She answers it. It was Sam.

"Emma, Dad's back."

Emma stood up and dropped her book. "What? Where are you?"

"We're on the way to Dad's hotel room. Come meet us."

Emma nodded. "Text me the address, I'm on my way."

Emma grabs her bag and took her book with her. She ran out and got on the last public bus.

She finally arrived and walked to his hotel.

Sam lets her inside and Emma saw John for the first time in a long time. John had healed from his wounds.

"John," Emma says as she went over to him and they hugged tightly.

"I'm glad you're okay now, John." Emma smiled.

John smiled back then looked at the walls. Emma followed along. She gasped softly and walked to the walls, touching the papers gently.

The walls were covered with information on the yellow eyed demon. There were weather charts, hieroglyphics, pictures, newspaper articles, written notes, a shelf of books and more.

John sits down at his paper strew desk, the Colt in front of him. Sam leans against the counter while Dean paces. Emma continues to stare at the papers.

"So this is it. This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we have searched for this demon right? Not a trace, just… nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail."

John explains to them.

"And that's when you took off." Dean says.

"Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation."

"All right so what's this trail you found?"

"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us."

"Families with infants?" Sam says.

"Yeah. The night of the kid's six-month birthday." John said as matter of fact.

It caught Emma's attention. "What?" Emma said in confusion.

"I was six months old that night?" Sam asked.

"Exactly six months." John replied.

"Wait….wait. You said six months old? Right?" Emma asked and John nodded.

"Oh my god. I was six months old when my birth parents died." Emma whispered and the boys looked at her in shock except John.

"What?" Sam said.

"I just found out a couple of days after my parents died. My mom wrote me a letter and told me that my parents died in a house fire when I was six months old. They called the fire an accident. John, you knew! You knew what happened to my birth parents and that's why you came to my mother a couple of years ago and tried to warn her."

John nodded.

Emma scoffs and walked away to calm herself.

Sam went back to his Dad. "So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reasons. The same way it came for me and for Emma? So Mom's death…. Jessica. It's all because of me?"

"We don't know that Sam." Dean replied.

"Oh really? Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Dean."

"For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault." Dean says in frustration.

"Right! It's not my fault but it's my problem." Sam started to shout.

"No, it's not your problem. It's our problem!" Dean shouted back.

John stood up. "Okay. That's enough."

Emma walked back to the wall and looked at the newspaper articles.

Everybody takes a breath and calms down.

"So why's he doing it? What does he want?" Sam asked John.

"Look I wish I had more answers, I do. I've always been one step behind it. Look, I've never gotten there in time to save…" John looks down, unhappy.

Emma winces softly as she felt a sharp pain in her head. She realized that she was going to get a vision soon so she sat down on the bed and tried to relax.

"All right so how do we find it before it hits again." Dean says, pacing again.

"There are signs. It took me a while to see the pattern but it's there in the days before these fire signs, crops up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked… and…"

"These things happened in Lawrence," Dean stops pacing.

John nodded. "A week before your mother died. And in Palo Alto… before Jessica. And in Chicago… Emma's parents. And these signs, they're starting again."

"Where." Sam asked.

Emma could feel it coming and she grabbed the mattress tightly.

"Salvation, Iowa."

Emma screamed as she felt it hit her hard. Her scream startled them and they ran over to Emma. Sam got in front of her and tried to touch her but she pushed him away.

"Ahh!" Emma screamed at the top of her lungs and grabbed the sheets tightly.

"What is going on?" John asked as he tried to help Emma.

"Emma!" Sam shouted as he watched her clutching her head.


Her vision:

Meg sighs heavily and hung her head down in shame. Then she looked back up to the pastor. "Well. I've lied. A lot. I've stolen. I've lusted. And the other day I met this man. A nice guy, you know? We had a really good chat, sort of like this...Then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest."

Meg blinks and her eyes go black. The Pastor jerks back.

"Does that make me a bad person?" Meg asks innocently.

The pastor started to back away. "I know what you are. You can't be here. This is hallowed ground."

Meg stands up

"Please. Maybe that works in the minor leagues. But not with me."

The Pastor runs for the door behind the pulpit and down the stairs. He unlocks a door and rushes inside, sliding a ready to go barricade across the door. He turns to a well stocked hunter's chest of weapons and starts scrambling for something. MEG kicks open the door with ease, breaking the wood, which was barricading it. The Pastor starts, and then throws a knife covered in Sigils at Meg's head. She catches it easily.

"You throw like a girl." Meg smiles evilly.

"What do you want?" The pastor says.

"The Winchesters." Meg says, walking closer to the pastor.

"I haven't spoken to John Winchester in over a year. You're wasting your time. Even if I did know where they were, I'd never tell you." The pastor says in confidence.

"I know." Meg slit his throat with his own knife and he falls back into a chair, gasping, and then dying.

Meg smiles and walks away.


End of the vision

Emma gasped loudly as she came out of her vision and sat up quickly. She was covered in sweat.

"Emma! Are you okay?" John asked as he held her. He could feel her shaking.

Emma whimpered in fear and closed her eyes for a minute.

"Yes…" Emma whispers. She looked at Sam and nodded to him. He came closer to her. She leans over to Sam's ear. "I saw a pastor being murdered by a demon. Sam. It was Meg."

"What?" Sam whispers.

"What's going on?" Dean asks in confusion as he saw Emma whispering in his ear. Sam looks up quickly and looked at Dean. Dean knew something was wrong.

Emma backed away from Sam and looked at John and Dean.

"I saw a demon. Its eyes turned black when she was confessing to the pastor. John, I think you know this pastor because it was asking about you and the boys. About the location of where you guys are."

"Did you get his name?" John asks, looking at her in the eyes.

"No." Emma says, sighing heavily.

Emma stood up while John got up from the bed.

"We need to leave now." John says and walked over to his desk.

Dean and Sam stared at Emma.

"What?" Emma asked as she felt uncomfortable being stared at by them.

"Is there anything else that you need to tell us?" Dean asked, staring at Emma once more.

Emma shifted around uncomfortably.

"No," Emma lied. She turned around and looks out of the window.

"You're lying." Dean says, about to walk over to Emma when Sam stopped him.

"Dean." Sam says, looking at Dean. "This is not the time. Leave her alone." John says, giving him a look that told him to shut up.

Dean looks back at Emma then walked away.


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