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The next morning.
Emma chose to ride with John in his truck to avoid Dean's questions. The boys are behind them. Emma sat in the car in silence while staring out of the window.
John observes her while driving. He clears this throat, which startles her out of her thoughts.
"You're avoiding Dean." John says, glances at Emma then went back to focus on the road.
Emma felt ashamed. "Yes. I am. I'm just not ready to tell them everything about me. I've kept my secrets to myself for years, including my late parents. My mom knew that I was having nightmares but she thought that they were normal." Emma whispers, looking back at John.
John could see the sadness in her eyes. "I'm sorry about your parents. I wished that I could have saved their life but I was too late by the time I saw the newspapers. I was thankful that you weren't there when they died."
Emma sighed heavily. "John, I saw their deaths in my vision on the same night they died."
John is shocked. "You mean to tell me that this is not the first time you've had the vision?"
Emma looked away for a second then back to John. "It started again about a year ago. First, I started to have a recurring nightmare with the same man always. I tried the pills to calm my anxiety and the nightmares but it didn't work. Then I started to have dreams about people dying and I thought it was just nightmares until I saw the newspapers about their deaths. I was so scared, John. I thought that I was going insane. Suddenly, I get the visions in daytime and they're getting more violent and more painful. John, for some reason, I think that I was the reason that my parents died." Her voice started to break.
She held her tears back and sighed sadly.
John felt guilty. He grabs her hand and squeezes it to comfort her. "It's not your fault, do you understand, Emma? It's not your fault."
Emma nodded and John caresses her cheek. "I'm glad that you are here with my boys. You're like a daughter that I never had and often wished that I did."
Emma smiles gently. "Thank you," she whispers and wiped her tears away.
Their comforting moment is interrupted by his cell phone.
He answers it. "Hello?"
The next thing she knows is that John pulls his truck to the side, the Impala follows behind them. Everyone springs out of their seats.
"God damn it!" John says angrily, shutting his phone off.
"What is it?" Dean said.
"Son of a bitch." John cursed again.
"What is it?!" Dean asked again.
"I just got a call from Caleb."
"Is he okay?" Dean asks, worried.
"He's fine. Jim Murphy's dead."
"Pastor Jim? How?" Sam asks, shocked.
Emma's stomach dropped at Pastor Jim's name. She waited for John's explanation.
"His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place." Emma gasped softly and shuts her eyes in shock. It was the same man that she saw in her vision.
"A demon. The Demon?" Dean said, looking at Emma. Her eyes were closed.
John nods at the Dean's response.
"I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows that we're getting close." John says, shaking his head.
"What do we do?" Dean asks, crossing his arms.
Emma felt sick to her stomach and got back in his car. She didn't want to hear more about it. She couldn't stand there and hear more about the demon. She saw his death and she felt so wrecked about his friend's death because she saw it happen in her mind.
"Now we act like every second counts. There are two hospitals and a health center in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week." John says, determined to find this damn demon and to save the child and the mother's life.
"Dad that could be dozens of kids. How do we know which one is the right one?" Dean says in frustration.
"We check em all that's how. You got any better ideas?" John asks Sam.
"No, sir."
John nods at them and they all turn back to their cars. John stops, leaning on his trunk. Dean turns back as he opens his door and pauses.
"Dad?"
John became upset. "Yeah. It's Jim. You know, I can't…." His face hardens. "This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes."
They all get back in their cars and pull back onto the road, speeding into the distance.
John pulls up in front of 'Salvation Children's Hospital'. He opens the container between the seats and shuffled through the number of IDs there, selecting one and pinning it to his jacket. John looks at Emma and gives her one of his fake ids. "Here you go, Emma." John says, holding out the ID to her.
Emma grabs it and pinned it to her jacket.
They walked inside the hospital and into the maternity hall. Emma stops at the window where there were all the babies. John walked at the desk and asked for the information.
Emma stood there, staring at the infants. She smiles gently as she watched the nurse taking the baby boy out of its bed and fed him with a bottle.
"You ready?" John asks as he watched her.
Emma nods and takes the one of the folders out of his arms. "I'll help you out," Emma says and smiled at him.
John nods.
Sam is sitting in a filing room; a nurse brings him another load of files.
"Here you go officer." The nurse said.
"Thank you." Sam replied, holding the file.
"You're welcome." The nurse replied back.
He continues copying birth certificate information into his notebook.
A pretty receptionist hands a file to a hospital worker, and then looks down at her clipboard. She looks up again as Dean walks in and pauses, looking around. She smiles as he turns to her desk. He notes her gorgeousness and raises his eyebrows.
"Hi. Is there anything I can do for you?" The receptionist asks.
"Oh God yes." Dean says, smiling.
She smiles and looks down.
"Only I'm uh… working now, so…" Dean says, holding up his ID.
Sam comes out of the Salvation Medical Centre, flipping through his notebook, and then clutches his head as a vision hits him. The Yellow Eyed Demon is in a baby's nursery. He flashes to a mother looking out the window, he hears a train, and then sees the demon again. As soon as the vision finishes and he can focus again, he quickly pulls out a map.
Later Sam is in a park, checking his map again. As he does, he gets the vision flashes again. When it's over, he realizes the house from the vision is in front of him. The woman from his vision pushes pram along the road while holding an umbrella. He approaches.
"Hi. Here, let me hold that for you. You look like you don't need that anymore." Sam says, smiling.
"Oh. Thanks." She closes her umbrella while Sam holds her pram. He looks inside.
"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?" Sam asks, looking at the baby.
"Yeah." The woman says, smiling.
"Oh wow, hi!" He says to the baby. "Oh sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam. I just moved in up the block." Sam said to the woman.
"Hi. I'm Monica. This is Rosie."
"Rosie? Hi Rosie." Sam says to Rosie and she coos loudly.
"So, welcome to the neighborhood."
"Thanks. She's such a good baby!"
"I know, I mean she… she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's…. It's like she's reading your mind." Monica says, shaking her head.
"What about you Monica? Have you lived here long?"
"My husband and I, we brought out place just before Rosie was born."
"And how old is Rosie?" Sam asks, wondering if she was six months old.
"She's six months today. She's big right? Growing like a weed." Monica says, chuckling.
"Yeah. Monica…" Sam says, distracted.
"Yeah?"
"Just, ah, just take care of yourself okay?"
"Yeah, you too Sam. We'll see you around." Monica says, moving her pram.
As Monica turns to her house, a station wagon pulls into the drive, honking.
"There's Daddy!" Monica says excitedly.
Sam's vision returns again. The clock in the bedroom stops, the nursery rhyme playing stops, a wind sweeps through. A black figure approaches the bed. Monica pushes the door open from the hallway and sees the figure standing over her daughter's bed.
Monica said "What are you…"
The figure turns to her. She gets pulled back to the wall and slides up to the ceiling. Blood starts dripping from her stomach.
"Rosie!" Monica screams.
The room bursts into flame.
Back at the Motel room.
Sam sits at the table, rubbing his temples. Dean and John sit on the end of each bed. Emma paces around.
"A vision." John says flatly.
"Yes…. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling." Sam says slowly and painfully.
"And you think this is going to happen to this woman you met because…" John says, not believing Sam.
"Because these things happens exactly the way I see them. Like Emma does." Sam says and looked at Emma. Emma stops pacing and they stare at each other. Emma understood how Sam felt.
"It started out as nightmares. Then it started happening while he was awake." Dean explains to John.
"Same thing happened to me too, Dean." Emma says, crossing her arms. Dean is shocked.
Dean rises and crosses to the counter behind Sam to get more coffee.
"Yeah." Sam winces. "It's like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon, the stronger the visions get."
"Same here," Emma says, taking Dean's place on the bed.
"All right. When were you going to tell me about this?" John says, staring at his sons.
Sam and Dean stop and turn to look at John.
"We didn't know what it meant." Dean says, stirring his own coffee.
"All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me. Emma, you too."
Emma nodded.
Dean dumps the coffee jug and cup back on the counter and strides toward John.
"Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery." Dean says angrily.
"You're right. Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry." John says, staring back at Dean.
"Look guys, visions or no visions, fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's going through the same hell we went through."
Emma agreed with them silently.
"No they're not. No one is, ever again." John says, looking at all of them.
Sam's phone rings. Sam answers the phone.
"Hello?"
"Sam?"
It was a woman.
"Who is this?" Sam asks, not recognizing the voice.
"Think real hard. It will come to you."
Sam immediately recognizes her.
"Meg."
Dean, John and Emma start and turn to Sam.
"Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window." Sam says, grits his teeth hard.
"Yeah, no thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings by the way." Meg says sadly.
"Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop."
"Let me speak to your Dad." Meg says, smiling.
Sam looks at John. "My Dad. I don't know where my Dad is."
"It's time for the grownups to talk Sam, let me speak to him now."
Sam hesitates then hands the phone to John.
"This is John."
"Howdy John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your boys and best friend of Emma. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood…. Still there John-boy?" Meg teases.
"I'm here." John says; his face hardening.
"Well that was yesterday. Today I'm in Lincoln. Visiting another old friend of yours. He wants to say hi…" Meg holds the phone to his ear.
"John, whatever you do, don't give…" the man says desperately as Meg pulls the phone away, putting her finger on her lips in a Shhh-in noise and smiling.
"Caleb?"
Sam and Dean react to the name instantly, going on alert. Emma felt her heart starts to beat really fast. Emma walked closer to John and listened to his phone closely.
"You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go."
"We know you have the Colt, John."
"I don't know what you're talking about." John says, lying.
"Oh, okay. Well listen to this."
Meg slit Caleb's throat and holds the phone out. John and Emma can hear him gasping and drowning in his own blood. Emma covers her mouth and stifled her sob.
"Caleb. Caleb!" John shouted desperately.
"You hear that? That's the sound of your friend dying. Now let's try this again. We know you have the gun John, word travels fast. So as far as we're concerned, you just declared war. And this is what war looks like. It has casualties."
John moves quickly from Emma.
"I'm gonna kill you, you know that?" John threatened.
"Oh John please, mind your blood pressure. So this is the thing. We're going to keep doing what we're doing. And your friends, anyone who has ever helped you, gave you shelter, anyone you ever loved. They'll all die unless you give us the gun."
John is quiet, thinking. The boys are close by his side. Emma couldn't take it anymore and went outside in the fresh air.
"Okay." John says, making his mind up.
"Sorry. I didn't get it." Meg smiles.
"I said okay, I'll bring you the Colt." Emma heard him and came back inside quickly. Emma shook her head at him. They stared at each other.
"There's a warehouse in Lincoln, on the corner of Wabash and Lake. You're gonna meet me there."
"It's gonna take me about a day's drive to get there." John says, ignoring Emma as she tried to stop him from making plans.
"Meet me there at midnight tonight." Meg says, looking at Caleb's body.
"That's impossible. I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on the plane." John says, looking at his boys.
"Oh. Well, I guess your friends die, don't they? If you do decide to make it, come alone." Meg says and then hung up, turning to Caleb's body.
"What the hell are you looking at?" She says to him as he stares back at her.
Boy, Meg is sure evil! A review would be nice... please?
