The unimpressive-looking chunk of clay they'd stolen from Dick Roman had turned out to be a stone tablet chiseled with the Word of God. Along the way back to Montana, the Winchesters had picked up Castiel, now revived from his coma, the demon Meg, and Kevin Tran, a recently-anointed Prophet of the Lord.

"Isn't there some sort of criteria for being a prophet?" Emma asked her uncle as they fixed dinner in the ramshackle kitchen of Rufus Turner's cabin.

Sam shrugged. "We haven't had a lot of experience with prophets. However they're chosen, they're apparently given the skills they need to get their job done."

"I hope so," Emma huffed. "Because so far, he's been worthless. All he does is yell and freak out and clutch that stupid tablet."

"Don't be too hard on him." Sam smiled. "You were born into this life. Kevin just got his first exposure to the supernatural a day ago, and he's been slammed ever since."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Angels and demons were a lot to process all at once, Emma conceded. Not to mention monsters from Purgatory plotting to turn the country into their own all-you-can-eat buffet.

"Why don't you check in on him and your dad?" Her uncle passed her a tray with two portions of the food they'd heated up. "A hot meal and a word of encouragement from a pretty girl ought to perk him up."

"Ugh. Sexist," Emma accused, rolling her eyes, but she took the tray and headed downstairs. It wouldn't hurt to try to be nice to Kevin. It might even be fun to talk to a boy her own age, she thought. If he could calm down a little.

But the high school student turned prophet was hyperventilating when Emma reached the cellar. What a baby, she thought, suppressing a chuckle as she watched her father help him hold a paper bag over his mouth. Dean wrapped an arm around Kevin's shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze, and Emma was struck by a wave of jealousy.

Which was totally irrational, she told herself as she set the tray down silently and retreated up the stairs. She wasn't a child. She didn't need to be coddled and hugged. She definitely didn't want her dad to pity her like he did Kevin. Emma leaned against the wall in a shadowed corner of the cabin, willing her emotions back under control.

Then she saw Meg step to the door and her annoyance with Kevin Tran was forgotten. The demon glanced around furtively, then slipped outside. That wasn't suspicious at all, Emma thought sarcastically. Without hesitation, she grabbed her jacket and followed.

The demon didn't look back as she strode down the dirt road. Emma followed at a distance, half expecting Meg to turn at any moment and confront her. Headlights shone further on, stationary. The teenager left the road and circled through the trees, placing her feet carefully, heart pounding, making no sound as she maneuvered to a spot close enough to see and hear what was happening.

More demons! Emma's eyes widened. Meg was planning to give up Castiel! She turned, intending to rush back to the cabin to warn her father, but stifled a squeak of surprise when a third man stepped into her path. Wearing a plaid shirt and a baseball cap, his lower face masked by a scruff of beard, she knew even before his eyes flicked black that it was a demon.

Emma didn't wait for the demon to make a move. She shifted confidently into a fighting stance and advanced on him. The demon-possessed trucker let out a snort of laughter.

"You really think you can take me on, little girl?" He lunged forward.

Emma stepped in to meet him, grabbing his arm and wrenching it up behind his back as she spun him around. She felt the muscles and tendons strain and pop, heard the grunt of pain as she dislocated the meatsuit's shoulder.

"Sorry," Emma breathed, just in case the possessed man had any awareness of what was happening. The demon struggled, kicking back with one foot and scraping it painfully down her shin. Emma stifled a gasp and shifted her grip, knocking the demon off balance. She couldn't afford any sympathy or guilt, not until the fight was over. Her eyes flared as she hurled the demon with superhuman strength. It crashed into a tree and slumped to the ground.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," Emma recited confidently, stalking toward it. "Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

The demon raised its head, black eyes glinting. She expected fear, or at least concern. Anger, maybe. Instead, it laughed.

"Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te!" Emma shouted, forgetting the other demons on the road nearby. Her eyes were flaring continuously, her fists clenched. Why wasn't the exorcism working? There should be some sign by now, struggles or wisps of black smoke. Why was the demon laughing, of all things? It got to its hands and knees and pushed off from the ground.

"Empty words," it chuckled.

The demon took a step toward Emma. As it moved, its mouth dropped open, knees buckling. Light beamed from the slash that opened up in the creature's neck. Meg pushed the body aside, letting it drop to the ground. Her eyebrows arched as she took in Emma's flushed face, the reddened skin around her blazing eyes.

"Well, that's different," Meg commented, deadpan. She gestured with Dean's knife, demon blood glinting along the blade. "Move it, jailbait. Back inside."

The cabin was dark when they returned. Meg gestured again with the blade, motioning for Emma to open the door. The teen stepped inside cautiously, followed closely by Meg. Meg let out a low, angry curse as she stepped across the threshold.

"Didn't expect to see you back," Sam drawled at the demon, turning on the lights.

Emma winced, closing her eyes against the sudden brightness. Her father grabbed hold of her, pulling her away from the door. She couldn't help but lean into him as he turned her to face Meg.

"Knife," he barked, holding out his free hand, his other arm wrapped tightly around Emma's shoulders. "Emma? You okay?"

She nodded mutely as Meg handed over the demon-killing blade, still fouled with dark, congealed blood.

"Typical. I save our bacon, and you're sitting here, waiting by a devil's trap," Meg spat.

Emma saw the devil's trap for the first time, scrawled on the floor just inside the door. Meg was caught inside it. She turned to look coolly at Dean.

"And you. Hypocrite. Your daughter isn't human." Meg arched a brow. "She's one of the things you hunt."