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CHAPTER 19

There were loud screams coming from the basement of Bobby's seemingly empty house, hoarse and feminine. Books were scattered throughout Bobby's office, the couch had a blanket thrown over it. A few bags were thrown into the kitchen, and the house was dark but for the dim light that was coming from the bottom of the stairs.

Down the stairs was a heavy wood door, locked and bolted. Not that that kept out the noise.

"Get away from me!" Emma's voice filled the room. Her eyes were black, her face contorted in rage. She struggled against the ropes that bound her to the wooden, straightbacked chair not that that was going to do much. The devil's trap on the ceiling and under the rug under her feet were keeping her there. Bobby was standing in front of her, his flask of holy water in his hands. With a sigh, he reached up and pushed his hat off of his head and wiped his brow.

"Who are you?" Bobby asked yet again.

"You think I'd tell you?" Emma's mouth snarled back at him in a way he had never heard her before. Bobby glanced to the side at Sam, who was leaning against the wall, staring blankly at her.

"Bobby," he said tiredly, "lets just get it over with."

"With what your super powers?" Bobby asked. "Your brother don't seem to keen on that idea."

"How else are we planning on doing something about this?" Sam went to ask, but was cut off by a sound from the center of the devil's trap. Emma began to laugh. Sam turned his head quickly to the side, staring at her as she leaned back in her seat and threw her head back, laughing hard. It wasn't Emma's laugh, it was only Sarah's, harsh and mean. Sam's spine gave a tingle. "What are you laughing at?" he demanded, anger boiling in his throat.

The next thing she said made both Sam and Bobby sick to their stomach.

+s+s+

Dean was standing outside the room, leaning against the wall and slowly nursing the glass of whiskey in his hands as he stared at the light coming from the closed door where he listened to Emma scream. His mind kept going back - back to outside that hotel, when she had wrapped her arms around his chest and let him really hold and touch her for the first time. He closed his eyes, remembering the feeling of her lips against his, and when he reopened them, his brother was coming out of the room, shutting the door carefully behind him.

Dean was still angry with Sam, but didn't say anything as his brother came to stand next to him. There was nothing Dean could do about his brother's ability right now, nothing at all. What he was focused on was Emma.

"Dean..." Sam was saying as Dean was thinking, "Dean!"

"What?" Dean took another sip from his drink.

"Dean we... we've got to make a decision." Dean only glanced at his brother to show that he was listening. "The demon... she said... Emma..." Sam cleared his throat, "Dean we can't exorcise her." There was a deafening silence, and the only sign of distress Dean showed was his pause as he lifted the drink to his mouth. "Dean did you hear me? If we exorcise her... Emma dies..."

In one swift movement, Dean downed the rest of his drink and dropped the glass onto the floor with a smash and before Sam could even open his mouth again, Dean was yanking open the door.

Inside, he could see Emma's body sitting, her arms tied around her back, and one leg crossed over the other. "Dean, just as delicious as you looked before." Bobby made a face as he sat in the chair by the door, thumbing through a book on demons. Dean didn't say anything, only walked up and leaned close in front of her.

"Get out." Dean snarled. Emma's mouth opened in a laugh.

"I take it you heard the news? Face it, Dean. You're gonna lose her. Whether I'm in this body or not, Emma is going to die. I'm the only thing keeping her tired little voice inside alive." Her smile was wide, and Dean fumed.

"So she's not gone yet?" he asked in a barely audible voice. Sarah's response was to let go, if only for a moment. Her face changed drastically in a matter of moments, from gleeful and angry to tired and scared.

"Dean?" It was Emma's voice that talked to Dean, snarky and soft, not angry and harsh.

"Emma?" Emma slumped forward in the seat that she was tied up in, groaning softly, and Dean reached around to untie her.

"Dean no!" Emma's voice cried and his hands stopped, his face near hers. Emma stared at Dean for a long time, before a single tear came down her cheek. "I can't believe I didn't realize my tattoo was torn..." she said in a soft voice that broke Dean's heart right in two. "I'm so sorry..." Dean shook his head and swallowed, trying to keep a straight face as he put his hands on either side of her face.

"Don't be. I'm gonna make you better, okay? We're gonna fix this."

"Dean," Emma said softly, and rested her forehead against his. She turned and looked out the corner of her eye at Bobby, who was standing there - a book in his hand. His face was grim, and Emma's eyes flickering from him to his shotgun were her message for him. She knew there was nothing else she could say to the man who had taught her, who had pretty much raised her. "Call Maggie for me?" she mouthed to him and he nodded. She saw the old man's bottom lip tremble, and he turned away. Sam Emma only had to look at and he had his back turned within a moment. And then there was Dean, who still had his forehead against hers. She turned toward him, and kissed him lightly, smiling sadly as his lips came back in contact with hers. "I never... hem..." she cleared her throat awkwardly. Somehow she always knew this was how she was going to go. Tied up in a basement somewhere. "I never thought that I would get so attached to you morons." she said, and Dean's laughter shook her head a bit. "But... Dean. Listen to me. Look at me." Dean lifted his eyes to look at her. "There's nothing you can do to change this. You've got to let me go. I don't want to be trapped inside my own head with this bitch anymore ... Dean please."

"No," he said firmly, "that's not happening. We're going to figure something out." Emma's face was panicked, and then her soft expression was gone with a final 'kill...' and Sarah was back.

"Aw how touching," Sarah laughed in his face. "You must be so sad, Dean." a wicked smile crossed her lips, "and I'll bet I can do something about that." Within moments, Dean was across the room, and had slammed the door behind him.

"Don't do anything yet," he snarled to his brother on the way out.

"CASTIEL!" Dean roared when he got outside. The air bit against his cheeks as the autumn wind pushed by him, standing there without his jacket on. "Get your feathery ass down here!" when there was no response, he uttered a little "please."

The fluttering of wings beside him made Dean turn to the side, and his hand to rest on the butt of his gun. Standing in front of him was Castiel, his arms hung loosely at his sides, the wind blowing his trenchcoat around him.

"Dean."

Castiel could tell that Dean was angry. He stepped forward toward the angel, and the angel in turn took a step back. "You knew she was possessed." was the first thing Dean said, in an accusatory voice. The angel didn't say anything for a few seconds.

"I did."

"You didn't say anything."

"It was too dangerous. Sarah is a servant of Lilith. We couldn't let Lilith know that we were onto her trap. She was sent here to stop the two of you from breaking seals. She almost succeeded." Castiel's voice was monotone, and it only succeeded in angering Dean Winchester more.

"Because you didn't do anything! She almost screwed up our entire plan because you didn't do anything!" Dean took two steps toward the angel, and this time he didn't back up as Dean got right into his face. "Do something. Now."

"There's nothing I can do about it," Castiel replied, "She's been possessed. She'll die if you exorcise her. That's the end of it."

"That's bull!" Dean shot at him. "And I was in Hell. I couldn't be pulled out. That's the end of it." Castiel's face contorted into an annoyed expression. "There is something you can do about it! You're like God's general for fuck's sake!"

Castiel stood in front of him for a long time before he sighed and disappeared.

Dean stood there, his fists clenched, and kicked hard at the dirt with an angry roar. There was nothing they could do. Emma was going to die. And what a short lived story theirs had ended up being...

It was a few moments before Dean heard shouts inside the house, and Dean whirred around and ran inside. It was Emma's voice, screaming in hysterical laughter. "So you brought the angel here! That's your big plan?!"

Dean's anger melted to anxiety as he ran into the room and saw Castiel standing in front of Emma's body.

"Sarah," he greeted dully.

"Hello Castiel," she smiled, "Nice to see you again."

"I do not share the sentiment." Cas replied and stood there staring at her. Emma's head leaned forward, and tilted to the side.

"What are you gonna do?" she asked, with a smile on her face. "Stare me out of her? Stare her back to life when I'm gone? You and I both know you have zero power when it comes to this."

Castiel continued to smirk at her for a few moments, as Dean's nerves were set on edge. "You're wrong." He then turned to Bobby, Dean, and Sam. "Get out... please." Dean made to open his mouth but Castiel only held up his hand as Sarah's eyes widened, and she pushed Emma's body back against the back of the chair. "Dean... trust me." Dean only glanced at Emma, before staring at Castiel as he walked out the door, Sam there looking through the door.

+s+s+

By the time Emma's screaming had stopped, Dean was leaned against the door with a fistful of his hair in his hand. Bobby had left the area, and was outside shooting his gun over the sound. Sam had his hand on his brother's shoulder, and was staring at the door as if he expected it to come to life any moment. Dean's elbow was leaned against the door and he nearly stumbled as it gave way to Castiel standing in the doorway. To Sam and Dean's surprise he seemed out of breath, and a trickle of sweat was beading down his face. The boys stepped back, and Dean went to push by Castiel.

"She's sleeping." Cas explained in a whisper. "See that she gets some rest. And keep her out of devil's traps." Dean only nodded numbly as Cas walked out the door and Sam was the first one through the door and kneeling in front of Emma's body. Her head was arched back, sweat rolling down her neck and soaking the hem of her shirt.

"Emma?" Dean whispered and Sam stopped him from taking another step forward. Sam took Bobby's flask from the table by the door, and brought it over to where Emma was sleeping. He sprinkled a handful of holy water onto Emma's arm...

And nothing happened. Sam and Dean both made sounds of joy, clapping each other on the back before Sam untied Emma and Dean lifted her into his arms. She stirred for a moment, as if having a nightmare, but Dean only clasped her closer to his chest, and started climbing up the steps with her. Bobby came rushing in the door and looked at Emma. Dean gave him a nod and the old man sunk down onto the couch, as if the entire world had been lifted from his shoulders. "Thank God." Dean heard him mumble as he climbed the stairs into Emma's room.

Emma was lying on the bed, and Dean sat beside her in a chair, his head leaned down onto his arm. He was exhausted. Beyond exhausted.

As Dean's eyes closed, he heard a fluttering of wings. Too exhausted to open his eyes, he heard a voice fill the room. "You're going to regret this."

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