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Emma's POV

I felt the light landing on my eyes so I moaned and slowly opened my eyes. It's morning. I groaned as I moved over to my side so I can avoid the sunlight and tried to go back to sleep.

But I couldn't. I kept thinking about the vision I had last night. I sigh heavily as I rubbed my face tiredly.

I sat up and lean against the headboard, wrapping my arms around my knees.

I stare out of the windows for a while; lost in my thoughts. Then I heard Bobby moving around in the kitchen.

I got out of the bed and went to the dresser. I grabbed my black skinny jeans, white tank top and a red plaid shirt. I changed into my clothes then grabbed my black boots and put them on.

I looked at myself in the mirror and checked out my face. "I need some more sleep…" I whispered.

I pull my hair up and wrapped it around to make a bun. I sigh heavily as I looked back up at the mirror. I have thought about telling Bobby that I saw John when I died and the letter too but I kept thinking back to what John had said in the letter. But I need to talk to someone about it. I feel lost and confused. I want to tell Dean about Sam but I'm afraid to.

I tuck in my plaid shirt into my jeans then put on my skinny brown belt. I paced around, struggling to decide whether to talk to Bobby. I weighed my cons and pros of telling Bobby and I groaned in frustration.

I sat back down on my bed and put my head down in my hands. "Damn it, Emma… just tell Bobby." I whispered to myself, moving my head back up.

I stood up and straightened my shirt. I made a decision. I am going to tell Bobby about the letter and John.

I came downstairs and realized that the boys were already at the table, eating breakfast. I smile at them and sat down next to Bobby.

I made myself a plate and started to eat.

"Did you sleep okay after last night?" Sam asks, staring at me.

I took a sip of my coffee before responding. "I slept fine. I don't remember what happened last night but I know it was a terrible nightmare." I said, looking at Sam.

"Well…. Are you sure it wasn't a vision?" Sam asked and the boys stopped eating suddenly.

"Sam, what are you trying to do?" Dean asks, staring at Sam.

"I'm just curious. Emma?"

They all looked at me. I felt uncomfortable suddenly. "No, Sam. It wasn't a vision. It was a nightmare and that's it. I would tell you guys if it was a vision."

Sam nodded. "Okay, Emma. I trust you." He flashes his smile at me.

I felt shame immediately inside and went back eating my breakfast.


Dean and Sam went to look for or to do "research" for another case since Dean's car was finally ready.

I helped Bobby to clean up after breakfast and put the dishes away for him. I turned around and leaned against the counter, looking at Bobby.

I could hear the boys talking in the background.

"Bobby, can I talk to you in private?" I asked, crossing my arms.

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, Emma. Is everything okay?"

I sigh heavily and cocked my head. "Actually, not really. Can we walk outside?"

Bobby nodded and threw on his favorite baseball hat. We walked outside and we must have walked for a while in silence until Bobby cleared his throat.

"Emma? What's going on?" Bobby stopped me gently and stares at me in concern.

"I… I need to know this. Can I trust you?"

Bobby is taken aback by my question and frowned at me. "Of course you can trust me."

I sighed heavily and looked away for a minute then back to Bobby's face.

"What I'm about to tell you is that the boys absolutely cannot know about this. Promise me that you won't say a word to them even though it could be important. It's for their safety."

Bobby nodded at me to continue. "Bobby, when I died that night, I saw John."

"What?" Bobby whispered in shock.

"I know it sounds crazy. I thought I was dreaming but he told me that I was dead. I knew that he wasn't real because he told me that he was my subconscious, which I had thought about him as I was dying. But I couldn't believe it and I thought that he was somewhere else."

Bobby frowned at me. "What do you mean by John being somewhere else?"

I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. I took the letter out of my pocket and gave it to him.

"I found the letter in my jeans when I was working at Ellen's bar. I don't know how he snuck it in but that's how I found it. John wrote this the day he died. He wanted to explain to me. Just read it and I'll explain it to you."

Bobby nodded and opens the letter. He read it then his eyes widen at me. "You knew what happened to John?" Bobby whispered.

Tears came to my eyes and I nodded.

"That day, I came into John's room and I knew from looking at his face that he went to call the demon. I was so angry but he wanted to do it to bring Dean back. He couldn't let Dean die. John did this for Dean. Also, I didn't know why I had these strange powers and I knew Sam was confused about his powers too so John confessed to me that while he was being possessed by the demon, he saw the demon's plan. He fed his blood to me and Sam so he could gather up an army to destroy the world. That's why we have powers, Bobby. That's why that demon went after Sam's mother, Jessica and my family. I wanted you to know what happened to John and I know that his soul is stuck in Hell now. I can't tell Sam and Dean because they would get angry at John and me for knowing about this…." My voice breaks and I sighed again.

I took the letter from Bobby and put it back in my pocket. "I need to trust you. I can't trust anybody else. I trusted Sam but look what happened."

Bobby rubs his face and looked away.

"Bobby?" I whispered, afraid that he was going to tell them.

He looked back at me. "You can trust me. I am not going to say a word to them. You will do that when it's time. Thank you for telling me. I'm honored that you trust me enough to tell me."

I sighed in relief and nodded. We hugged each other.

"Thanks, Emma."

I smiled at Bobby.

"Hey, we got a case!" Sam says, his head peeking out of the front door. I looked at Bobby and smiled gently.

"Looks like we're going to leave soon." I said, walking with Bobby back to the house.

Bobby nodded.


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