The next morning

I groaned as I clutch my head and fought the feelings of nausea. I woke up slowly and realized that I had the biggest hangover in my life.

I sat up slowly and took a deep breath. My head was pounding really badly and my stomach was rolling around.

I came downstairs and saw Ellen behind the bar.

"Good morning, Emma." Ellen says and I winced. "Not so loud, Ellen." I whispered, walking over to the bar and put my head down on the counter, groaning.

"Sorry. You had way too much to drink last night. But I don't blame you; you were quite upset about the breakup."

I nodded. "Yes… I shouldn't have had too much whiskey… that was a big mistake now because now I have the worst hangover ever. Oh my god, I'm never drinking again." I groaned as I held my head.

Ellen chuckles quietly. "Here is some water for you and two aspirins. You need some greasy food."

I gagged at the thought of greasy food and grabbed my stomach. "No thank you, Ellen." I groaned as I took a sip of water.

Jo came over and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Jo whispered thankfully.

"Ugh. Remind me not to drink again." I took the aspirins and threw them into my mouth. I swallowed them with water.

Jo smiled and caressed my head. "You'll be fine. Just take it easy then you'll get to work with me tonight like the old times."

I sighed heavily. "Yeah, Jo." I mumbled as I put my head down on the counter.


3 days later

"Here you go, boys," I said, setting down their drinks and food on the table. "Is there anything else that I can get you, boys?"

They shook their heads and I smiled. "Have a good meal. I'll be back in a second with your check."

I walked away with the notepad and tucked it in my pocket as I arrived at the bar.

"Hey, do me a favor and get some more whiskey, please?" Ellen asked me as I wrote something down on my notepad.

"Yeah, sure. Hey, pass this to Jo and tell her to give it to table five please." I passed the notepad to Ellen then walked into the storage room.

I looked for the whiskey then found them. I pulled out the case and took one of the whiskey bottles out and turned around.

I dropped the bottle as a vision overcame me and I clutched my head, stifling my screams.

I bent down in pain and groaned as I watched my vision.

Elizabeth smiles at the man as she held his hands. "I love you." Elizabeth whispered, kissing him.

Suddenly, the wings came out of the man's back and they were white. Like Angel's wings.


I gasped out loud as my vision ended quickly and sat back against the wall in confusion.

"Mom?" I whispered, frowning.

I winced as I realized that there were glass everywhere from the bottle I dropped and I cut my hand by accident as I got up. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my hand. I grabbed another whiskey bottle and walked out to the bar.

"Emma, what happened?" Ellen gasped as she saw my hand. She takes the bottle away from me and sets it down then examined my hand.

"I'm sorry about the mess. I dropped the bottle then I tried to clean it up but I ended up cutting my hand. I'm fine. Let me go clean my cut up then I'll be back." I said, taking my hand away from Ellen and walked into the bathroom.

I took the towel off my hand and winced as I put my hand underneath the warm water. I washed the blood away gently then cleaned it up with rubbing alcohol. Then I wrapped my hand with white gauze and tied it.

I leaned against the sink and thought about my vision. Why would I get a vision of my birth mom kissing a man with wings? Could he be real? Could he be an angel? I mean… do angels even exist?

I looked up and stared at the mirror. What the hell am I going to do now? I'm confused. Why was my mother kissing another man? Was it before she married my dad?

I got startled by a knock on the door. "Emma, are you okay?" Jo says behind the door.

I sighed heavily. "Yeah Jo. I'll be out in a second."

Jo walked away from the door and I looked back at the mirror. "Looks like we're going to have to figure it out later… not tonight." I talked to my mirror self and walked away.


I continued to work until Ellen closed the place up and I was counting my tips when Ellen came back behind the bar.

"Hey." Ellen said and I looked up. "Are you sure you're okay? I mean you looked like you were freaked out tonight."

I put my money in my pocket. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was freaked because I cut myself and I don't really like to see my blood at all." I chuckled nervously.

Ellen nodded. "I understand. Well, I'm glad that the cut wasn't deep. Good night."

I bid good night and she went upstairs. I sat at the bar, twirling with my thumbs as I kept thinking about my vision. I need to call Bobby.

I took out my cell phone and dialed his number. It rang three times before Bobby picked it up.

"Hello?" Bobby mumbles sleepily.

"Hi Bobby. I'm sorry if I woke you up." I said, playing with my bracelet.

"No, it's fine. I just dozed off watching TV. Now I'm up. What's up?"

"Well… have you talked to the boys?"

"No, why? I thought you were with them?"

I sighed heavily. "No, I'm actually at the roadhouse. I decided to stay while the boys went off to work on their case. I need to ask you a question. It's going to sound weird but do you know any creatures that have wings?"

I could see Bobby frowning. "No, I don't know any creatures with wings. Why?"

I shook my head. "I… I had a vision tonight, Bobby and this time, it has nothing to do with the demons. I saw my birth mother, Bobby. I saw her kissing a man and suddenly, the white wings came out of his back."

"What? What kind of wings?"

"Uh… this is insane but they actually looked like angel wings. They were white with feathers on them. Is there such thing as an angel, Bobby? I mean is this real?"

"Balls… I have never seen an angel but they could be real. I don't know. Look, Emma, if you get another vision like this one again, please let me know. I could do some research. But what I don't understand is why you had a vision of your birth mother. That doesn't make sense."

I nodded. "I know. I'll figure it out somehow. Thanks, Bobby."

"No problem, sweetie. Now why are you not with Sam and Dean?"

I covered my eyes. "Um, I chose not to go this time. It was very awkward between me and Dean."

"What do you mean?"

I sighed sadly. "Dean didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Okay… Dean broke up with me last week."

"What?! That idjit, son of a b-"

"Bobby!" I said in shock.

"What? I thought you were good for him. That dumb ass."

I giggled. "Well… He broke up with me because he found the letter that John wrote to me and felt betrayed. I don't blame him. I should have burned the letter a long time ago but I kept it for the boys' sake because I was going to let them know someday. I burned the letter after Dean left. I'm okay, Bobby. It's hard because Sam doesn't know that we broke up. It's even harder because I love him and he's so angry at me right now. I have been thinking a lot lately."

"Oh boy, that doesn't sound good. What were you thinking about?"

"I am thinking about not traveling with the boys anymore and go back to the normal life."

"Emma, are you insane? You have been through everything and you saw everything that you can't even imagine in your life. Plus you got that damn demon after you. He's the one who fed you demon blood and you want to be normal? Hell no."

"Bobby." I whined, placing my hand on my forehead.

"Look, Emma. I can't make a decision for you but I'll be there for you no matter what. I think your plan is stupid but you can be on your own if you want to. You're a hunter now."

"Yeah. I gotta go, Bobby. Good night."

"Night, Emma."

I pushed the end button and lay my head down on the counter, feeling defeated and depressed.


So what did you think about Emma's vision? Let me know and leave a review. Thank you! :)

Morgan Elizebeth Jacobs: I agree with you, maybe Dean shouldn't have been too hard on Emma... we'll see what happens next...;)

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