Five days later….
Castiel and Emily were getting out of his car in front of the motel after seeing a movie together in town when the sound of booming classic rock caught their attention. They looked up to see the Impala being driven towards them then swerved into the parking spot next to the car-barely missing a wide-eyed Castiel.
"Is it me or is Dean's driving getting worst all the time?" Emily asked bluntly.
Castiel shook his head. "It's not you."
As he said those words Dean killed the ignition and stepped out of the car with Sam.
Dean smirked. "Long time no see. What did I miss?"
Castiel did not reply. Dean looked too mischievous.
Emily took it upon herself to answer. "We went to the theater to see one of those dumb comedies."
"How was it?" Dean inquired.
"Dumb," Emily replied.
Castiel and Sam snorted and Dean glared at them. "Ha, ha. Very funny."
He grabbed his clothing bag out of the Impala's trunk then walked away silently brooding.
Sam grinned. "He'll get over it."
"I know," Emily said.
The next day the group of four woke up at eight o'clock and gathered in Dean and Sam's room as they usually did, to discuss what they were going to do in order to get rid of the demons after Emily.
"If we can get the white-eyed demon then the problem would be solved," Castiel stated. "He's the one sending the lower demons."
Dean agreed. "Question is what should be our next step?"
"Easy as pie," Emily claimed. "We clean up the rock salt and let them in."
"Been there, done that," Dean told her. "It's a little too reckless, don't you think?"
Sam looked up at the ceiling. "Not if we put a devil's trap in each of our rooms. We could trap whatever demon decides to attack."
Castiel smiled. "Good idea."
"It's not mine," Sam said. "I just remembered the devil's trap at Bobby's house."
At the sound of his surrogate father's name Dean frowned. He still missed Bobby and hearing his name brought some of that pain of his lost back for a moment.
"So does everyone agree?" Emily questioned.
Sam, Castiel, and Dean all nodded.
"Great."
As soon as she finished speaking Emily and the guys got to work. She and Castiel cleaned the rock salt from the door and window in their room then did Sam and Dean's while the Winchesters worked on making the devil's traps in the ceilings.
It didn't take very long so when they were done the group decided to go out in town and explore.
Dean hated the idea but went along anyways. He admitted he could buy a new pair of boots since his were old and the soles unglued and he figured while he was shopping he might as well pick up some oil for his "baby".
Therefore, when the group of hunters left the Impala parked at the edge of town Dean and Sam headed for the nearest multiple product filled store.
Castiel and Emily meanwhile, wondered through the town since they had nothing to buy.
They found themselves in a music shop and they began skimming over all the different CD titles there was.
Some old Vinyl records lined the walls and they caught Emily's attention. Especially the one of the band AC/DC.
"Wow, that must be worth a lot," she noted as she pointed it out to Castiel.
"Dean would get a kick out of this place," Castiel said.
"Let's not tell him about it then," Emily groaned. "I don't want to spend the night in this place."
Castiel snickered. "You're probably right. Classic rock is only second to his love for the Impala."
"He needs to get updated."
"I don't know about that." Castiel frowned. "Old things should be appreciated, admired. I don't know why people put a time frame to like an object when they don't truly age."
Emily smirked. "Your angel is showing."
"Is that a problem?" Castiel teased.
Emily shook her head and her eyes shined.
After going back to looking at the records Emily thought of something. "Just curious, but how old are you? Including your past life?"
Castiel frowned for a bit in concentration, then finally said, "I can't be sure. It's one of those things I still don't remember. I assume since at least the beginning of humankind because I remember the war against Lucifer and all angels were created at the same time. I just don't know whether or not the angels or the Earth were created first."
"Jeez, you're ancient," Emily joked. "What am I doing with someone as old as you?"
"I don't know." Castiel smiled. "Maybe it's because you love me?"
Emily pretended to think about it before grinning. "Must be it; I do love you."
Castiel felt warm after hearing the words and he kissed Emily in reaction. She was breathless when they parted.
She kissed him back, leaning into him and then another customer passed the aisle they were in and Emily quickly backed away from Castiel. Her cheeks were rosy with a blush.
Castiel laughed, and despite herself, Emily joined in.
That night Castiel and Emily were sleeping close together in bed when they awoke to the sound of someone cursing.
Castiel spotted a human form in front of the window and grabbed the demon knife from off the nightstand as Emily turned on the light.
When Emily saw who was in their room and why he was cussing she burst out in giggles. A demon had stepped into the devil's trap and was now caught.
"Ha, ha," the demon said sarcastically. "Laugh yourself away, bitch. Wait until I figure out how to get out of here."
Just then, the motel room's door swung open and Sam and Dean walked in.
"Well, look what we have here," Dean smirked. "Looks like our plan went swimmingly. And so quick too. Perfect."
"Dean Winchester," the demon hissed.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Dean asked.
The demon snarled. "No, but I've heard a lot about you and Sam. You listen to me. Michael won-you won last time, but you won't this time. I am not going to allow this woman and this fallen angel take away my freedom."
He gestured towards Emily and Castiel with revulsion on his face.
"Me and Cas?" Emily was surprised.
"Is that why I was attacked as a child?" Castiel quizzed.
The demon swiped his blonde hair out of his eyes before grinning. "Ding, ding. Bingo!"
"How?" Sam demanded.
"Like I'd tell you!" the demon spat; then murmured, "Even though it probably wouldn't matter."
"Why's that?" Dean asked.
The demon snorted. "Just by them being together we're screwed."
Dean glanced at Castiel and Emily and smiled. The demon had just confirmed what he'd been speculating about the last couple of days.
Castiel and Emily ignored him. Both starred down the demon.
"How does us being together put demons in Hell?" Castiel inquired.
The demon narrowed his eyes. "You'll find out soon enough if the Seer got it right."
"Seer?" Sam cocked an eyebrow.
Castiel knew what the Seer was; the knowledge was imbedded in his past's memories. "She's a demon that can predict the future. The Seer is the equivalent of a prophet. Difference is one is evil and the other is good."
Sam nodded and Dean starred at Castiel for a moment before the demon spoke up.
"Are you going to keep me here all night?" He rolled his eyes.
"Who is your boss and why is he after Emily and Castiel?" Dean questioned.
The demon refused to answer. "I'm not saying in less we make a deal."
"What kind of deal?" Sam frowned.
"I tell you and you set me free."
Sam glanced at Dean and Dean gave him a nod before turning to the demon. "Fine. Now answer the questions."
"His name is Judico," the demon told the group of hunters. "Jud for short. He's the boss in Hell since Lucifer and Lilith are gone. You might have known him Dean; he worked with Alastair deciding when to torture souls and hooked the souls up when they arrived."
Dean flinched. He did remember him. Jud had often watched him torture with Alastair at a distance. Even after so much time Dean still remembered everything when he thought about Hell or had nightmares about it. Luckily, the nightmares had lessened every year since he's been in the pit because it would have driven him insane otherwise.
"What about the second question?" Sam inquired.
"I already answered it," the demon claimed; then he pointed to Castiel and Emily. "I can't tell you anything else besides the fact that they can't be together. I won't."
"Then we'll send you back to Hell," Dean told him. "Your choice."
The demon shook his head. "You won't let me go anyways, so no way in Hell."
Dean grabbed the demon by the throat. "Tell me."
"Dean!" Castiel shouted.
Dean let the demon go and pushed him against the wall of the opposite side of the devil's trap.
"Sam, exorcize this bastard."
Sam gave him a single nod and began reciting the exorcism he'd used on most of his life. The demon fought it but shrieked as he was forced out of the man he'd been possessing and left through the floor to Hell.
Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Emily all watched as his black smoke form disappeared.
The man the demon had possessed sat up on the floor uninjured, but confused. "Where am I?"
"In a motel room," Sam informed him. "You barged in here and passed out."
"We're going to go get help," Emily announced.
Dean watched her lead Castiel out the door and then Sam as he helped the man onto his feet.
"Do you remember anything?" he heard his brother ask the man.
The man shook his head and both brothers were relieved. It made things easier to explain when the possessed forgot the events while they were controlled.
In only six minutes the man was taken to the hospital by ambulance and Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Emily packed up their bags before the cops could ask them too many questions and before more demons arrived.
It was time to move while they were ahead of the pack.