Heyyy! This one is going to follow Season's 4 storyline a little closely with the Rising of the Witnesses. There will be some scenes word for word. Just a disclaimer, I do not own anything in this story except for Emma and other things that you have not heard of. Please don't sue me I'm poor.

CHAPTER 8

Emma Gordon's engine was a piece of shit. Even after 3 years of fixing it up herself on the side of the road, she could never get enough money together swindling idiots during bets at darts and pool to get any kind of good equipment for the damned thing. With a groan, Emma turned back to the abandoned house that she had just finished de-spiriting. Running her gloved hand over her face, she looked back at the two story house. The family wasn't going to be back for another couple days, and she hadn't slept all night...

Aw what the hell.

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It was the cold that woke her up. When Emma opened her eyes, she could feel it in every inch of her skin, and as she opened her eyes, she could see her breath. Shit.

Emma didn't waste a moment rushing to her bag and pulling out a sack of salt, spilling it in a circle around her and clutching her gun to her chest. Something was going on, and it was going on right now.

"Keep the engine running," Bobby said as he leaned into the side window of the Impala as Sam pulled back into the shop. Sam started.

"Why? What's going on?"

Bobby didn't waste any time. "I got a friend one state over - Olivia Lowry. I've been trying to reach her for three days on this angel thing. It's not like her to ignore many calls. Especially my calls.

"It's not like anybody to ignore your calls, Bobby." Sam said with a smile before staring at the dashboard pensively. "Olivia Lowry - a hunter right?"

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, we're gonna go check on her. You guys follow me." Sam nodded and watched as Bobby walked away before the door was opened to the Impala.

"Scoot over." Dean ordered.

"Yeah."

There was a rustle as Dean leaned over and grabbed the plastic bag from next to him. Sam was busy looking out the window.

"Dude?" Dean asked, as if in shock.

"Yeah?"

"Where's the pie?"

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Bobby pushed open the door to Olivia's house, startled at the fact that it was slightly ajar. He held a shotgun in his hand, and glanced to and fro as the three of them walked into the door, looking to their left and right. Dean held his gun out in front of him, and searched the room, his eyebrows furrowed. Sam followed. "Olivia?" But what came the next moment was a sight that none of them were quite prepared for. Olivia Lowry was lying on the ground in a puddle of her own blood. Blood splattered the walls, and her eyes stared shocked up at the ceiling. Bobby immediately walked away and out of the room, leaving the Winchesters to stand there, staring at the dead woman on the ground.

"Bobby?" Dean called after Bobby as he watched him walk away, and he and Sam exchanged a glance. Sam tilted his head in the direction of the doorway.

"Salt line." The brothers began looking around the room, Dean letting his breath out and avoiding the woman on the ground. He reached down and picked up an EMF reader, turning it over in his hands. Sam crouched down and covered his mouth with his hands. "Olivia was rocking the EMF meter."

Sam nodded, "Spirit activity."

"Yeah - on steroids. I've never seen a ghost do this to a person." Sam and Dean both looked down at the woman on the ground once more, before heavy footsteps directed their attention back to the door. "Bobby, you all right?" Dean asked, worried.

"I called some hunters nearby..." Bobby said quietly, after taking a few breaths.

Dean nodded. "Good, we can use their help." Bobby gave him a look, as if he did not like to be interrupted.

"...except they ain't answering their phones either."

Sam ran one hand through his hair, his usually caring face looking troubled. "Something's up huh?"

"Ya think?"

Dean took out his phone. "I'm gonna call Emma." Bobby shook his head.

"She ain't answering either..."

"Okay," Emma tried to reason with herself that maybe something had just come into the window, a draft. There was no reason for her to be so worked up about this. Emma moved to laugh at herself, to step back over the salt line, when she saw her.

"Hi Emma." Emma froze and stared at the girl standing in the doorway of the living room. She stood back by the corner, still in the circle of salt, and shook her head.

"You."

"Me. Remember me? You left me in that house, Emma. I don't understand why you left me."

"Listen to me, Becca." Emma said, holding her gun out in front of her. "I had no idea you were still in there. I had no idea that ghoul was still alive. The house was on fire! I thought you were right behind me!"

"Nothing but excuses from little Emma. Little perfect Emma. With the little perfect powers, trying to tell everyone else what to do." Becca went to maliciously reach out her hand and grab Emma's throat, but the salt stopped her. Emma fired a round into the girl's stomach, and watched as she disappeared.

"Emma..."

"No..." Emma turned around and saw the little boy standing only a few feet away from her. Half of his head was blown off, and he was staring up at her with the same little blue eyes that she remembered. She crouched down, and stared at him.

"What do you want, Kevin?" she asked in a level voice, just above a whisper. "Tell me what you want."

The little boy smiled, and Becca appeared behind him, with almost the same smile on her face.

"We want your heart."

The car was driving way past the speed limit. Dean pounded his fist on the steering wheel as he threw his phone onto the seat next to him. Nobody was answering their damn phones. "Damn it, Bobby! Emma! Pick up!" Dean glanced over at Sam, "How you feelin, huh? How many fingers am I holding up?"

"None, I'll be fine, Dean." Sam said tiredly, leaning further back into the seat. The sight of the man in the mirror was embedded into his brain.

"Henriksen?"

"Yep."

"Why? What did he want?" Dean turned a corner at record speed, the squeal of tires echoing into the night, and hit Emma's number again. No answer.

"Revenge. Cause we got him killed."

"Sam," Dean protested.

"Well, we did, Dean."

Dean didn't want to hear any more of it. "All right. Stop right there. Whatever the hell is going on, it's happening to us now, okay? I can't get a hold of Bobby. Emma's probably dead like the rest of them, so if you're not thinking answers, don't think at all!"

The sun was shining off of the top of the Impala as the two of them turned into the drive. Sam and Dean both rushed out of the car, and ran into Bobby's house, their boots echoing off of the ground as they ran in. "Bobby?" Dean called out, and frowned when they found the iron poker on the ground. "I'll go." Dean said as he gestured to the stairs. "You check outside." Dean climbed the stairs, gun in his hand, and pushed open doors as he went along. "Bobby?" The creaking of a door made him turn around, and Dean cocked his head to the side.

"Come out, come out whoever you are." Dean growled.

"Dean Winchester," a woman with shoulder length brown hair appeared behind him and Dean whirled around. "Still so bossy. You don't recognize me? This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut."

Emma was shaking, literally, from head to toe. She sat in the salt ring with her gun clutched to her chest, staring around her at the people who were standing in the room. She had to come out of the salt ring sometime, and then they were going to kill her. She picked up her phone off of the ground, once again trying to dial Dean. She only got a voicemail.

The hunter never in her life felt like crying, but right now she did. She was staring into the eyes of all the people who had died because of her. Becca was sitting on the ground in front of her like they used to when they hunted together, just staring at her. Emma couldn't help but look away, and glance back and look away and glance back. Finally, with a tearless sob, she shot a salt round through the girl in front of her. It was moments before she reappeared.

It was the phone ringing that brought her out of the horrifying silence that the ghosts were submitting her to. "Emma?!" a deep tone screamed into her ear.

"Hey Dean." Emma said casually as she refilled her gun with salt rounds. She picked up the one beside her and did the same thing. "How you doin?"

"Peachy," Dean grumbled so low that Emma almost didn't hear. "Listen, are you seeing weird ghosts?"

"Anyone I've ever screwed over? Yeah. There's two in my living room." She heard Dean cuss. "What's going on?" Emma stood up, the guns in her hand, staring warily at the ghosts around her. Becca seemed to be crying on the floor, and even though Emma's heart was breaking and she was scared out of her mind, she did nothing but stand in the salt. And suddenly, they all disappeared. Emma blinked a few times, oblivious to the conversation with Dean, before the windows were pushed open, and the wind began blowing through the room. The salt was scattering.

"Listen to me! We're taking care of it! Bobby's got a spell. Just hold them -" a shot, "off -" another "okay?"

They were back. A tearstained Becca was inches away from her. Emma quickly began trying to kick the salt back into place. She fired a round. "You got it. Listen, I gotta go. I got company. Call me when you're done so I -"

"What?!"

"I've got comp-"

"What?!"

"Call me when you're done!" Emma shouted into her phone. With a clatter, the piece of shit fell to the ground and the battery came out. "Welp."

"Emma..." Becca whispered. "Emma why would you do that to me ... I ... I don't understand. Why would you leave me there?" Emma hesitated for only one second before firing again and again into the little boy standing by the window, blowing air toward the salt as if it was going to move, which it was, so maybe he wasn't so stupid. She fired a round into his head, and watched as he disappeared into a cloud of smoke. Emma only had a moment, and she dumped her bag of salt around her as fast as she could. But as she was leaning over, pouring the last of it, she heard it.

"Emma?" the voice that made Emma stop in her tracks. "Emma, honey... why?" she turned around and stared, gun going slack in her hands.

"Mom?"

There was a long moment of utter silence.

"Emma..." the hunter could feel her chest rising and heaving as she stood there staring at her mother. The same blonde hair and green eyes that Emma had, the same stoic angel face was staring at her. Emma felt a tear run down her cheek. "Emma why would you do that to us? Why would you kill your own family?"

"I didn't!" she cried, backing up a step. "It wasn't me. Mom, you know that!"

Emma made a mistake.

Her mother's hand clenched over her throat as she pulled her away from the salt line that Emma's foot had strayed out of. Emma suddenly found herself flying through the air and felt a sickening smack as the back of her head hit the wall. Her mother appeared in front of her again, and picked her up by her hair. Emma cried out.

"I'm going to kill you, you little shit!" her mother screamed, and leaned down, reaching her hand toward Emma's heart. Emma closed her eyes, waiting for the end, and how ironic it would be.

But she fell. Her mother disappeared, leaving only the memory of her scream and the little boy's sob as they disappeared into a whif of smoke into the air. Emma fell onto the ground, her ankle twisting underneath her as she did so, and lied on her side, groaning and allowing herself to lie there for just one moment.

Just one more moment.

Dean, meanwhile, stood in the corner, his phone in his hands. "Damn it, not even a ring!" he cried. Bobby and Sam looked worried, as they pushed the desk that Sam had been pushed up against the wall with. "C'mon Emma..."

After the fourth try, there was finally a ring, and Emma's voice came through on the other end. "Dean?"

"Emma!" Dean exclaimed and nodded to the other two, whose shoulders visible relaxed. "Are you okay?"

Emma's voice on the other end was shaking. "Yeah. I'm fine. Thanks for fixing that one, guys."

"No problem. Where are you? Do you need us to come over there?"

Emma shook her head, "No, Dean. I'm okay. How are Sam and Bobby?"

"They're fine. We're all fine. Listen, this is a sign of the apocalypse, so I think it would be better if we all stuck together for a bit. Let's meet somewhere." Dean did not mention that he was aching to see her face again and Emma did not mention the skip of her heart when she heard him speak.

"Listen Dean," Emma said, Dean heard her voice break. "I gotta go."

"Emma? Emma?" Dean looked down at the disconnected phone in his hand, and sighed.

Hope you guys liked it! Super long and a lot of episode stuff more focusing on Dean and Sam but this is one of my favorite episodes and I couldn't help myself! Please review and let me know what you think!