The boys left the bathroom and walked back out into the room. Dean looked over at Emily who was curled up in a ball on the bed. He sighed and looked down, leaning against the table in between the two beds and on the opposite wall. Dean wasn't sure what to do. This girl needed help, help neither Sam or Dean could give her. He was in over his head with her because he knew the longer they were together the harder it would be to separate her from him. For once Dean wished their father would just answer his phone calls.
Dean looked over at Sam, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. There was silence for a long time. Then Dean looked back over at Emily. She was asleep. She looked so peaceful, so pure when she was asleep. Not that she didn't when she was awake, because in all senses Emily was completely untainted, completely pure almost like a child, but when she was asleep she didn't have the fear she possessed when she was awake. It reminded Dean of Sam when they were younger. The kid was flawless when he was asleep but when he was awake he was scared, he would fight with their father, he was annoying. Dean sighed and looked over at Sam, who was watching Emily. Dean wasn't sure if he could handle the pressure of protecting the both of them. He had enough trouble keeping Sam alive. Though Emily was infinitely less stubborn that Sam.
"We have to come up with some kind of plan Sam," Dean said quietly, to keep from waking Emily. "Her father isn't dead, I saw him. I could hear his breathing. This man has to be stopped or he'll keep coming after Emily until she's dead, permanently," he said with a sigh.
"So what are you suggesting Dean," Sam said coldly. He knew exactly what his older brother was suggesting. It hadn't been the first time Dean suggested something like that and that worried Sam. "If he's alive, we can't kill him. I'm not going to have that on my conscience and I'm not going to let you either. If we kill him we'll be just as bad as him." Dean sighed and Sam smiled almost triumphantly. "So we find some way to stop him, or," Sam paused and looked over at Emily. "We take her and go."
"We can't leave this unfinished Sam. I won't leave her with the fear that her father will find her."
"There aren't many other alternatives Dean," Sam snapped. He looked over at Emily. She moved when he snapped but she didn't wake up. "What else can we do," he whispered.
Dean sighed and looked down. He ran his hands through his hair and closed his eyes. "I don't know," he said simply. "Let me think on it." Dean lay down on the floor with the pillow between the two beds. Sam lay down on the floor just outside the bathroom, since his bed was now covered in blood from Emily.
"I'll stay awake for a while and make sure no one gets in. I'll wake you up in a few hours and you can watch her," Sam said softly. He heard no response from his brother. "Dean," he whispered. Sam sat up and looked over at Dean to find him already asleep. "Great," he sighed laying his head back down on the pillow.
Sam tried his best to stay awake but eventually sleep took him. Dean woke late that night, or early in the morning whichever way you choose to look at it. He heard movement and it woke him. Dean sat up rubbing his eyes. He got up just in time to see Emily leaving the room. Dean stood and walked behind her silently. Dean wasn't sure if she was awake or not. So he followed behind her as quietly as he could. She walked slowly, gracefully. Dean took note of that. He followed her out into the parking lot, down the street, through the town, past the cemetery, and all the way back to her house. He wanted to stop her but wasn't sure what she was doing.
Dean watched her walk down into the cellar and was about to follow her when someone grabbed his arm. Dean jumped and was about to punch whoever took his arm then he realized it was Sam. "Damn it Sam," he whispered. "What the hell are you doing here," he asked.
"You woke me up," Sam answered simply. "What do you think she's doing here," he asked. Almost as if on cue they heard a scream from inside the house. The boys looked to the house then at each other and they ran in. Dean got down in the cellar first and when he got down there he stopped dead, causing Sam to run into him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Emily stood staring at her father. He was against the wall across the room. It seemed as though he couldn't move and he looked to be in a great deal of pain.
"Emily, baby what are you doing," he asked quietly. "I just wanted us to be a family again." That only seemed to make Emily angrier and a large gash appeared across his face.
"Emily stop that," Dean called to her. She turned her head towards Dean and another gash appeared across her father's chest. "Emily stop," he said softly.
"Sam said you couldn't," she whispered. "Sam said it was wrong. Sam said that you couldn't do it," she whispered. There was darkness in her eyes, they were innocent and pure yet if one looked deep into them there was darkness there. "I can," she said simply. She turned her head to face her father once more and when she looked in front of her she saw Sam. Emily looked up and screamed sending Sam flying across the room. He was shot straight into the room she had been in and the door slammed shut.
Dean could hear Sam pounding on the door. The room was air tight, if Sam kept pounding on the door and shouting the way he was he would quickly use up all the oxygen. Dean knew this. Dean ran to Emily and grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. "Emily stop it," he shouted. She got scared and Dean went flying away from her. Emily looked back at her father and she walked over to the table. It held all sorts of needles with different things in them. She looked down at the table then over at her father. Emily wasn't a killer and Dean knew that. Dean got up and walked over to her. He stood behind her and turned her to face him. He knew what Emily was going to do but he couldn't turn her into a killer. She was too pure and he didn't want to damage that. Dean stood there for a moment and pulled the gun he had with him out of the back of his belt. He looked down at her, staring into the girl's frightened, innocent eyes. Dean raised the gun; his hand was shaking for the first time since he was a kid. He looked down at Emily. "I'm sorry," he whispered then he pulled the trigger. As soon as he did the pounding in the room stopped and the door opened. Sam stood there and stared. He looked at Dean holding the gun over Emily's shoulder then he looked at her father who lay dead on the floor across the room. "I couldn't make you what I am," he said quietly. After a moment Dean put the gun away and tucked Emily's hair behind her ear. "You don't have to worry anymore," he whispered.
Sam stared at Dean. His brother just killed a human being. He was a murderer. Sam understood though, he knew Dean had to do what he did because it was better for Dean to be the killer than for Emily to be a killer. Sam walked up to him and looked from Emily to Dean as Dean wrapped his arms around the girl's small fragile form. Dean looked over at his brother and Sam swore he saw tears in Dean's eyes. "She's safe now," Sam whispered. Dean simply nodded.
Back at the hotel, Emily was sleeping again and Sam and Dean were packing their things. They planned on leaving during the night while Emily was asleep. Dean looked over again as they were about to leave. He watched her sleep and then he dropped his bag. "We can't leave her hear Sam," Dean said softly. "She'd be devastated and I can't hurt her like that. Plus what are people going to think? She's supposed to be dead and haunting that house." Sam nodded and sat down on the end of the bed.
"How far are we from Pastor Jim," Sam asked quietly, looking up at Dean.
"Couple days drive," he said with a sigh. Dean nodded. He walked over to Emily and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. "Emily," he whispered tucking her hair behind her ear once more. "Emily." Emily slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Hey," he said with a smile. Sam watched he was amazed to hear such tenderness from his brother. "We gotta get goin," he whispered. "Come on."
Emily sat up and looked at him confused. "I'm… I'm going… going with you," she asked.
Dean nodded and smiled at her. "For a little while yeah," he answered. She stood and Dean put his arm around her to help her. She was still weak and not quite awake yet. The boys packed up the car and Dean helped Emily into the backseat. Then they got in, Dean started up the car and they pulled out of the parking lot and tore off down the highway. Dean glanced through the mirror at Emily who was looking out the window at the sky. "Emily," he said quietly. She looked over at him when he said her name. "Sam and I can't keep you with us, you understand that right? With what we do it would be too dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt." She nodded slowly but something told Dean she didn't believe him. "We're going to leave you with a friend of ours all right. He'll take good care of you." Dean paused and looked over at Sam. "Sammy you should call him before we show up with a strange girl and leave," he said with a laugh. Then Dean looked in the mirror back at Emily. "His name's Pastor Jim, well his name's just Jim, that's not the point," Dean said before he started rambling. "He'll take care of you. We'll keep in touch, let him know where we are from time to time so you don't get worried all right. He's a good guy and knows how to protect you from the things that might hurt you." Again Emily nodded but Dean could tell she didn't want him to leave.
After that the drive was silent. The finally got to Pastor Jim's church and Dean and Sam walked in with Emily. It was fairly empty and Dean smiled when he saw Jim. "Hey old man," he said with a smile.
"I was shocked when you called Sam," he said with a smile. "Wow, you boys are growing up."
"Well one of us obviously ate more vegetables," Dean said pointing to Sam who was a good three inches taller than him. Dean laughed and looked down at the girl who was all but hiding behind him. "Jim, this is Emily," he said moving Emily in front of him. She backed away from Jim and Dean couldn't figure out why she was so scared. Then he remembered what her father told her. He sighed and looked at Sam. "Sammy watch her there's some things I need to explain to Jim." Sam nodded and Jim and Dean walked off. "Emily's special," he said quietly. "Kinda off."
"Yeah, I got that," Jim said with a laugh glancing back at Sam and Emily. They were sitting in a pew and she was curled up with her head on Sam's lap.
Dean laughed when he saw it. "That's the first time she hasn't been completely terrified of Sam," Dean said quietly. "Her mother, she uhhh… it was uhh… it was the same demon that killed-"
"Mary," Jim said finishing Dean's sentence for him.
"Yeah," Dean said looking down. "Anyway, her dad didn't take it too well, not that anyone would but uhh… he blamed her. Spent the rest of her life trying to figure out what she did or what he connection was with it. Sam and I found her about a week ago in the cellar of her burned down house. She had been asleep in that room for three years. Everyone thought she was dead. Anyway, umm… her father died in the second fire," Dean lied. "She's afraid of you and most likely this place because her father told her she was the devil's child."
"Oh," Jim said looking over at them again. "I see."
"Yeah, so it might take some getting used to but ya know, she'll be fine. Just keep her away from anything that could possibly be dangerous for a while." Jim looked at him with a questioning look. "Oh, yeah, she can move things with her mind. The first time she got scared she locked herself in the bathroom…. Without locking the door," Dean said with a smile. "But really, Jim she's harmless. She just gets scared easily and with what her father did to her I don't blame her." Dean sighed and looked back at his brother and Emily. "Keep her safe. Set up some place for her to hide, or something if someone comes for you. Not that I'm saying anyone would but you know, your connection with us and Dad, you never know. Just… just make sure she's safe. I promised her she'd be safe here."
Jim nodded and the two walked back to Sam and Emily. Emily sat up and looked up at Jim with fear in her eyes. Dean sat next to her. "Em, remember what I said about your father? He lied to you, you are not the devil's child. And Jim will take good care of you."
Jim smiled at her and offered her his hand. "Its nice to meet you Emily. Now, lets go see what clothes we have stashed away for you. I'm sure they'll be better than his," he said looking at Dean. Emily smiled and actually laughed. She stood and walked with Jim back towards the back of the church. Dean and Sam stood and were walking out of the church.
"Dean," a small girl's voice called. Dean turned around and Emily walked up to him. "You'll find your daddy," she whispered to him, with a smile on her face.
Dean smiled and wrote his cell phone number down on a piece of paper. "Here, you hold on to this and anytime you want to talk to me you call all right. I can't guarantee I'll answer right then but I will call you back all right?" Emily nodded and walked back to Pastor Jim. Then Sam and Dean walked out of the church to continue their seemingly never-ending search to find their father. "She'll be fine," Dean said more to himself than to Sam as they got in the car and tore down the highway onto their next mission.