Chapter Eleven – House of Holy, Born under a bad sign

I could've edited the last chapter to that I not always advertise my tumblr but I couldn't be bothered xD OMG COMMENTS! Thank you guys so much for the feedback! I'm always so very happy when I get feedback, thank you so much! Especially cause it was so positive =o

I really try to picture all characters how they really are, slightly different sometimes cause in fact there is another character that can change them, naturally. So, uh, yeah, thanks =D Okay, I think this chapter is rather long. And earlier than on Friday, because the last one was so short, sorry! But on Friday will come another one, okay? =D Okay! In this chapter I worked the first time with a monster that was never on Supernatural. Congenital diseases like those don't exist, just FYI =P It was fun, I invented the one or other monster later on. Anyway, get to know Emma a bit better in this chapter ~

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"No!"

"You can't hold me back this time!"

"But I can try to show you how dangerous your idea is!"

"I'm a grown up and I got meanwhile some experience with hunting, I think I will be fine!"

"You think you will be fine? See, that's exactly what I mean. This thing in Milwaukee just recently happened, you shouldn't go on a hunt just to proof me something!" Bobby followed Emma through the house.

"I don't want to proof you anything, I just want to do my job!"

"You got your job here with me."

Emma stopped finally and turned around. "Why the hell did you teach me so much about hunting when you never let me hunt? Even when I'm with Dean and Sam you still don't trust me."

Bobby stared at Emma. "How can I trust you when I see you on the frigging TV?"

"Bobby. I know you are worried about me, but you know how good I am, especially because I had you as teacher."

Bobby got quiet, then he sighed. "Fine, one job. I want you to call me frequently and I want you to watch out. When it gets too dangerous you just run. Got me?" Emma smiled happily and nodded.

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"Aren't you a bit young to be at the FBI?" The girl said and looked at Emma suspiciously.

Emma grinned. "Thank you, but I just look younger than I am. So, was there anything unusually up lately with her?"

"No, not really. I rarely saw her, she was busy a lot." The girl answered. She was approximately 4 years older than Emma, maybe less. Still weird to pretend to be older than she was.

"Busy with what?" Emma asked.

"I don't know, we never talked about her subjects. She was weird."

"I'll go have a look at her computer." "I really don't get why. It was a natural cause why she died."

"There is just something we have to have a closer look at. Is this her laptop?" The girl nodded, Emma took the laptop and went outside. Well, that was easier than she thought.

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"The last time someone died with the same reason like her is only some months ago. I happened near the campus too. The reports said there too that it was a congenital disease. But no one else in the family had this disease so it's rather strange. I got her laptop to look if I find something.

"So?"

"Nothing specific really. I went through all her stuff, but she has nothing special."

"It's usually nothing special. Keep looking at the stuff that looks normal." Bobby said.

"Okay, okay." Emma paused. "Did you hear from the boys?"

"No. Should I?" Bobby asked.

"No, no, I was just wondering."

"All right, keep me updated."

"Yes I will." Emma hung up and leaned back on her chair, staring at Alice's laptop. Sam left her a voice message some days ago. He said everything was fine and that they just finished a job. But since then she never heard from him again. Did he expect that she called him back? Suddenly Emma eyed a document on Alice's laptop and she opened it. It was about old churches like Notre Dame and their architecture. And how American architecture imported their style. Emma grabbed her jacket and went outside.

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"Yeah, your cousin was a great student. Alice was usually very quiet, but her work was always very inspiring."

"Did she have anything specific she was working on lately?" Emma asked.

The professor turned to her. "Well, I think so. She didn't really tell me."

"So? When did you last speak to her?"

"It was like one day before she died. She was standing in front of the building. I talked to her shortly, but it wasn't really anything important." The professor said and looked like he was thinking.

"Anything can be important. Can you remember what you were talking about?" Emma gulped. She sounded too much of an investigator. Switching the roles so fast wasn't something she was good at yet.

"Hmm… I was just asking her for her mid-term work, if she was doing all right and if I could help her. Actually, she asked me for a book. Let me see if I…" The professor wandered to his bookshelves and looked at the closely, then he took a book and gave it to Emma. She shortly glared at the book. 'Churches – From Egypt to America, past and future'. "It's really nice of you to honor her life that intense." The professor said.

"Yeah, we were never that close, that's why I thought this would be the right thing to do. Can I borrow the book?"

"Of course." The professor paused for some seconds. "She looked so healthy when I talked to her. I would've never guessed..."

"Yeah, it was surprising for all of us. Thank you a lot for your help, professor."

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"Okay, so apparently Alice's work was about churches, but not any kind of churches. Her work had the focus on the ornaments of them, like from Notre-Dame."

"Ornaments?" Bobby repeated.

"Yeah. Especially Gargoyles. She got really into the architectural history of them. But her browser history says that she was really into the Etymology too. And the legends about them."

"Can't be good." Bobby said and sounded worried.

"It would explain everything." Emma ignored Bobby's concerns. "Okay, see, when I researched what congenital disease they died it was some latin word. However, when I looked for some more infos I saw it was too called 'gargoylism'. The congenital disease was rare and often jumped above several generations, which was the reason this disease could never be really tracked nor explained. It's a sudden congestion of water inside the body, especially in the stomach, which makes the patients vomit a lot water till they drown from their own liquid that they can't vomit and that gets into their lungs. I bet this sickness got something to do with actual Gargoyles. I mean, such sicknesses…"

"Emma…"

"The campus is really old and that's the reason that there are actually gargoyles too. Legends say that Gargoyles have demonic powers because it's like the dust of an exorcised demon while he was back to his way to hell."

"I know about those legends, Emma, but…"

"What is it?" Emma frowned.

Bobby said nothing for a while. "Good job, I think you are right, there might be one gargoyle that got dust from a demon. Alice probably figured out which one it was and it hunted her down. They are usually not really dangerous but when they get spotted they become brutal."

"The boy who died some months ago probably discovered a gargoyle who was just back in his life form then. I was some architecture student and had borrow books about gargoyles."

"Emma, if it's really a gargoyle you have to be careful. If the legends can be trusted they can spit fire, but this was never confirmed. Gargoyle hunts are really rare, they are usually friendly, as much as you can say that. But, they have a soft spot, its between their wings." Emma nodded, all though she knew Bobby didn't see it. "The information I got is, that you can kill them with a staff or something that is made out of full granite. It bans the dust of the demon into it, then you can just exorcise it."

"Staff of granite, eh? Will be an interesting task to find that." Emma said.

"You have to hurry now. When the gargoyle gets the idea that you are on this he will attack you too."

"Thank you!" Emma hung up and googled cemeteries nearby. If any place would have granite it would be near a cemetery. She found a place and looked at the clock. It was past 10 pm. Emma smiled and got on her way.

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'Okay, to get the staff was rather easy. Too bad I didn't think of investigating the gargoyles before I had this brilliant idea of hunting them down.' Emma sighed and stared up the campus building. Then she frowned. There was a spot that should've had a gargoyle on it. 'Guess it will find me before I can find it myself…' Emma ran around and when she didn't find anything outside she went inside. The big hall gave the gargoyle quite a lot spots to hide. She slowly approached every spot. Suddenly she got hit by a stone, right into her stomach.

"Daughter of a bitch…" Emma cursed and looked around and saw the gargoyle which came near to her. Emma clutched the staff tighter. The gargoyle grunted quietly. "Hey there, little draggi. You knew I would come, didn't you?" Suddenly the gargoyle started running, but Emma could shirk from it and the gargoyle ran into a wall. It turned around and spit another stone. Emma ducked and didn't get hit by it. "Well, that's better than fire I guess. Oh shit!" The gargoyle again ran to her and Emma tried to get near the back of it, but the gargoyle wouldn't let her.

Suddenly she heard another grunting behind her. She turned around and saw a second gargoyle approaching her. "Oh super, what are the odds." Emma whispered. The second gargoyle suddenly started to fly and Emma stared at it surprised. "You got to be kidding me…" Suddenly Emma got hit by the first gargoyle and slid above the halls floor. She felt a pain in her left arm. "Fuck… So, you want it the hard way?" Emma bobbed up and ran to the first gargoyle and jumped on his back. Then she rammed the staff into the gargoyles back. The gargoyle turned into stone and the staff was stuck into its back. "No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Emma tried to pull it out again, but she had no chance. Suddenly the second gargoyle flew right to her and hit her slightly. "Daughter of a Bitch…"

Emma started to think hard, then she got up and started running. She frequently looked back to see if the gargoyle followed her. The gargoyle kept on attacking her with spitting stones at her. She finally arrived at the cemetery. She looked around and saw a tombstone with an angel that held a staff. "Please be pure granite…" She ran to it and hit the arm of the angel and was really able to break it. "Sorry, dude." She said and ran off, followed by the gargoyle. The gargoyle came back to the ground and started spitting stones. One stone came close to her face and she tried to cover it but the stone hit her slightly in the face and she felt that blood dripped down her face. "You little ass." Emma ran to him, but the gargoyle hit her and buried her under it. Emma tried to push him with her feet away but she had no chance. Emma's head worked fast. How should she get out of this misery again?

The gargoyle opened the mouth and suddenly everything was in slow motion. Emma could grab the granite staff and rammed it into the gargoyles mouth. She closed her eyes, waiting for an attack, but nothing. She opened her eyes again and saw, that the gargoyle had turned into stone again. Emma happily grinned, got up and started to say the words to exorcise the dust. Shortly after that she ran back to the hall and did the same with the other gargoyle. Then she went back to her motel room, cleaned her face from the blood and fell to bed. She fell asleep immediately. But just some hours later her alert went off. It was time to get back to Bobby.

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When Emma arrived at Bobby's place she surprisingly saw Dean's car. She went to the kitchen where she saw Bobby. "Emma!" He came to her and hugged her, then he pushed her away. "Are you insane? You didn't call, I thought you were dead!"

Emma looked really tired. "Sorry…" She said weakly.

"The Winchesters are here." Bobby said and Emma followed him to the living room. Dean and Sam saw the girl and looked quite happy. "Here, take those talismans, then you won't get possessed anymore." Bobby said and gave them necklaces.

"Hey guys."

"What the hell happened?" Dean had discovered the mark in her face really fast.

"A stone hit me." She answered. Dean and Sam looked confused at her.

"Next time when you are done, you call me. Even if it's in the middle of the night, do you understand me?"

"Yes sir." Emma said and sat down.

"Wait a minute… Did you let her hunt?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"She insisted on it. Little girls, they are like that." Bobby said. "Glad nothing else happened but the cut in your face."

"Mhm." Emma was really tired, she didn't catch enough sleep last night.

"Next time you should take a car." Bobby continued.

"Oh haha, very funny." Emma grumbled.

"So you actually did hunt? So that means you finally killed your first creature!" Dean suddenly left the room and came back with four beer and gave everyone one. "You know what that means." Emma smiled slightly and they clinked the beer bottles and Emma drank a sip. Then she grimaced, while Dean and Sam smirked. "She can handle monsters, but not beer." Dean grinned. They sat down near a table while Emma still sat on the couch. "Why is it so funny, the thing about the car?"

"Emma can't drive."

"No way!"

"Shut up, Dean." Emma grumbled.

"She knows everything about a car but ain't has a clue how to drive one."

"There was never a need to learn it." Emma defended herself while she took another sip.

"You need to learn it then." Dean grinned.

"Whatever…" Emma made herself comfortable on the couch.

"I'm really surprised you let her on a hunt." Sam said.

"Well, it was time to let her do one herself." Bobby said.

"Exactly." Emma drank another bigger sip of her beer. She felt pretty heavy right now. Only a minute later she fell asleep.

"Will you let her hunt with us again?" Sam asked.

"No, not yet. You see how exhausted she is."

"Yeah, true…" Sam looked at Emma and smiled slightly when he saw, that she had fallen asleep.

"Emma is still very inexperienced. The next hunt will be with you guys, because it made me crazy that she hunted alone." Bobby said and glanced Emma.

"But she did pretty well, didn't she?" Sam meant.

"Yeah, of course. But it could've been pure luck too. I thought she might wouldn't make it." Dean suddenly got up, got a blanket and covered her with it, not without having a short glance at her boobs.

Then he sat on the couch. "She's like the little sister I really never wanted. I got one already." Sam glared at Dean.

"She's like a daughter to me. All the years she was with me. She grew on me." Bobby paused and looked at his bottle, before he looked to the Winchesters again. "But she is so young and she always has been with me. I can't stop worrying about her. I knew she would one day start hunting, but…" Bobby stopped again and now all three looked at her. Dean and Sam got quiet. They knew what Bobby meant.

"When she is back hunting with us we will take care of her." Sam said.

Dean got up and went back to the table. "I like it that you let her hunt with us again. It's somehow real fun to have her around."

"Fun… It's danger. Those sons of bitches aren't fun at all. It's either their life or yours. Being out there now means she is constantly in danger. Training with her, yeah, all nice, t'was training for myself too. But I always just wanted her around me, knowing she could back me up."

Sam looked to Bobby. "What did Dad tell you about her?"

Bobby leaned back and sighed. "He suddenly stood in front of me and asked me to take care of her. That's pretty much it. I didn't ask questions because John usually knew what he was doing. John cared about her too. I think he sometimes really saw her as daughter too. They weren't only training, sometimes they just did regular stuff, just like a family would do. Even when they just trained, they had some bond."

Dean sat down. "But he never mentioned her at all." He said. Bobby got quiet.

"We understand, Dad just had his secrets." Sam added.

"She was like a secret, yeah. John told me that no one should know about her. Couldn't really let this happen, I had to hunt and couldn't leave her alone. But then this letter. It was just a question of time that she would've been released to the real world." Bobby looked at her again. "She never had a real childhood anyway. John must have told her in the first minute he met her that her parents got killed by a demon. No good start for a kid. But Emma just did what she had to do. Trained and studied and what not. That ten, eleven year old girl, just when she could read she had her nose buried in books. Sometimes she fell asleep in the middle of studying."

"To get raised to become a hunter only is surely a burden." Sam said and glanced shortly his brother.

"You have no idea, she-" Suddenly Emma moved and spoke a little. "She is something special." Bobby ended.

Then Dean looked up. "What letter are we talking about here?"

Sam hesitated before he answered. "Emma told me that Dad wrote her a letter."

"What?"

"Shush. Or you will wake her up."

"It wasn't anything special, calm down." Sam said but Dean still seemed upset.

"What'd the letter say?"

Bobby got up and searched Emma's jacket, then he gave him the letter. "She always carries it with her. Like that would give her strength. John's dead was hard for her too, all though she never showed it." Dean read the letter carefully, then he gave it back to Bobby who placed it again in Emma's jacket.

"I think we should go now." Dean said and got up.

"Thanks for everything, Bobby."

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"So… Will you react on the letter?" Dean didn't say a word. "What, are you angry? At me? Or Emma?" Dean still didn't say anything. "Or at dad?"

"Shut up."

"I see, you will handle this with silence."

"I said, shut up." "Okay, fine."

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