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CHAPTER 7

"So do you need anything?" Dean's voice was anxious and excited, "Like some gel or something to put on your hands?" Emma was taking off her gloves and turned from her place, squatted down beside the door frame. She would have touched the door itself, but that seemed to be missing. She glared.

"I need you to shush. And don't touch anything." She said gruffly but pleasantly. Dean nodded a few times and backed up, hands up. Sam sat down on the couch they had just been on earlier in the day and was running one hand through his hair, trying to trace the phone that Lester had called them from. Emma closed her eyes and began running her fingers over the rough wood. She was getting nothing. Slowly rising herself up onto her feet, she placed her hand along the side of the door, and was suddenly blasted again with another flash of hatred and anger, but this time she was ready. She threw up her mind's defenses and only ended up having to take a couple steps back before putting her hand back there. "Something about a dock," she grunted, gritting her teeth against the headache that was invading her. "A dock by a lake? There's screaming. Lots of it. I think it's male voices. They're crying... I ouch!" Emma turned her head to see that Dean had yanked her back by the base of her neck. He was staring at her with wide eyes.

"You're white as a sheet," he said, eyes widening, "You've been screaming for the past like half a minute." Emma looked at him, with eyes widening almost to his size.

"I -"

"There's an abandoned dock by a lake about a mile away from here." Sam said, looking up from his computer. "Let's go." Without another word, Sam slammed his way out of the house, leaving Emma and Dean to let out their breaths and follow him.

"Will you shut up?" Emma laughed, turning back to Dean. He was trying to make another comment about her shotgun holder (how did she know it wouldn't fire on its own and hit her ass?), and Sam looked amused too. Emma rolled her eyes and the three of them continued to creep through the thick brush surrounding the lake. There were figures standing on the dock that looked like it was falling apart, and a little building sitting on it. Something that used to be a cafe maybe. "Sam," Emma beckoned to him and Sam came to stand next to her. "How stupid is it that the bad guys always hang out together when we show up? And a more important question, how are the demons controlling the dead bodies?" Emma wondered aloud as they crept closer. No one had an answer for her.

Dean, meanwhile, was standing behind Emma and his brother, cursing every time he stepped on a twig. He took a moment to think about the blonde that was in the woods hunting these demons with them. While she was still moody and still brooded a lot, but she seemed a little happier, now that she was out of the hospital and on the move. He watched her crouch over a log and climb over it, watching as his brother's hand went out just in case she fell. He almost felt jealous of Sam's hand so close to her.

Almost.

The dock was only a few short steps away, and Emma was still in the front, pulling her shotgun loaded with salt rounds from the holster on her back. Motioning for the other two to shut up, she moved across the creaky steps to the front door of the long abandoned cafe. Dean motioned his head toward the two demons that were standing by the door, and Emma nodded, leaning her own head toward the broken window that she and Sam would go through to get the others. Before any of them could move, they heard the agonized scream of an old man. Dean and Sam looked at each other in alarm before barreling into the cafe.

"Okay, let's just abandon the plan," Emma huffed sarcastically before hurriedly firing two salt rounds into the demons standing by the door. The both of them fell to the ground with a cry, and a growl, and Emma quickly ran to the end of the dock, before she etched something into the wood and continued running. She circled back around to the cafe, and came in through the kitchen, quickly doing the numbers in her head. How was she going to get them trapped? And how in the hell were they possessing dead bodies?

Emma wasted no time running back into the room where Dean and Sam were firing shots at the demons, and the (at least) 11 dead boys were walking toward them. To her horror, she saw who she assumed to be Lester hanging, throat slit, from the ceiling.

It was only a moment before the three of them were hanging by their necks against the wall. Emma glanced to her left and right, her stomach heaving at the hook feeling in her insides that had dragged her to be pinned there. Dean and Sam were giving each other equally horrified looks, and they turned their attention back in front of them. Who had done that? The demons had been trying to use their powers the whole time, but the dead bodies just weren't doing it for them. It was then that Emma looked up and saw Lester, holding his hands out, his eyes rolled back into his head.

Lilith.

"Lilith," Dean growled, struggling against the wall.

"Dean," Lester's voice was calm and soft. "Good to see you back. Sam. I don't know this one though. Who is this beauty?"

"Good to be back, bitch. And if you touch her, I'll rip out your throat, not that I won't be doing that anyways." He replied, growling under his breath. Lester (Lilith) chuckled.

"I see you've met my little pets here." she smiled and lowered herself onto the ground, staring at them through Lester's thick white hair. "Isn't it astonishing how we can possess the dead? There's not many who can do it. And the window of time is very short, unfortunately." she laughed, "What's the matter, kids? Confused?"

"A little," Emma frowned and again struggled against the power that was holding her there. Lilith turned her white eyes to look at her.

"Good. I-" But, to everyone's astonishment, one of the teenage boys, with short blonde hair and a tattoo ripped off of his neck, suddenly leapt up off the ground and slammed his body into Lester's.

"BITCH!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Dean, Sam, and Emma all fell to the ground, as the others stared at each other with a moment of wondrous confusion. Lilith, within a moment, had destroyed the blonde in a moment of fire, before flitting off out the door.

"He's runnin'! Damn it she's getting away!" Dean shouted and ran out the door after Lilith. Emma flinched at what would have to happen to the man's body if Dean caught him. But she never found out. A crash assaulted her ears and shards of glass hit her in the side of the face.

"Dean!" Emma shouted and watched as he hit the ground, having come through the window. She raced over to him, abandoning her fist fight with the demon, and stood in front of him, holding her shotgun out in front of her. "Back the hell off!" she shouted, and made a sound as Sam was thrown through an outside window and onto the ground right in front of her. Sam seemed to be bleeding from his mouth and she reached her hand out to help him up, still watching as the demons tried to get around the salt rounds that were coming their way. All of them shivered from head to toe, as if they were cold, and suddenly began screaming, each of them dropping onto their knees, one after the other. Emma backed up, almost tripping over Dean, and added her own cry to theirs in fear. She reached her hands out and caught hold of herself on the window sill.

Let me out of here! Oh god please! Please!

Emma's eyes widened in horror and she grabbed Sam's arm, pulling him toward her and leaning into his ear. "The kids are still in there!" she yelled, tapping her temple. Sam's eyes widened and, with one last look around him, he held his hand out, holding his breath, and shaking all over with effort. At first, Emma did not expect anything to happen, but as he continued to stand there, one by one black smoke began pouring out of their mouths and into the floor. Sam mumbled a latin spell, but Emma knew that was not all that was going on here. Her eyebrows shot up as she watched him crash to the ground.

There was a moment of silence.

Emma, breathing hard, looked at each of the dead boys lying on the ground. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, an overflow of emotion from the past few moments of fighting, and took a deep breath before turning to the two unconscious brothers on the ground. With a tiny laugh and a shake of her head, she leaned down and prepared herself to drag the sleeping pair back to the Impala.

Emma figured, since she was the only one awake, that Dean would not kill her if she drove, and that's just what she did. For the next few minutes she hit the gas as hard as she could, surprised that none of this was waking up any of the Winchesters. She thought back to how much sleep they had gotten the past couple days. They had stayed up all night with her at the hospital. She guessed if it took a demon to get them to sleep for a little while, that was about what would do it.

Her phone rang. "Hey Bobby."

"I been tryin' to get a hold of y'all for the past hour. Where the hell you kids been?"

"Killing undead demons." Emma said as she got out of the car and shut the door behind her. She went to work pulling Dean out of the other side, and hauling him into the hotel room. She was seriously surprised that there were not at least ten cop cars on her by the time she had pulled Sam in and lied him down on the bed, listening to his muffled protest at being moved. Throughout the relocation, she explained to Bobby what had happened, where they were, and how she had finally told someone else her secret.

"I can't stay here Bobby," she finally said as she walked outside so as not to wake up the Winchesters. "I'm leaving in a minute." Bobby didnt' argue with her. He knew what happened when he tried to do that. Emma Gordon stood staring at the brothers for a long time, before turning back to Bobby's phone call. "You know where to holler if you need me," she said and smiled a little bit. "I'll be around."

"Take care of yerself, girl." Bobby's gruff voice was thick with emotion, and Emma only smiled.

"Bye Bobby." she hung up the phone and continued staring at the two in their beds, her eyes lingering on Dean. He looked peaceful, and worry free. That was the way Emma liked him. "Bye boys."

My first fighting scene! They're harder than I thought and hopefully they get better with practice. Please let me know how I did, especially on this one. Thanks much!