Chapter Twelve – Tall Tales, Roadkill, Heart, Hollywood Babylon, Folsom Prison Blues, What Is and What Never Be, All Hell Breaks Looses (Part 1)

My gosh, almost forgot it's Friday =o Thanks for the comments! *cuddles tight* And the following 8D *luffs on* Always trying to improve, because English is not my first language and stuff, so if you got something, go for it 3 I occasionally read other peoples ff to improve tho. Anyway, yeah, you see correctly, we are at the season end =o Almost. Enjoy =D

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Emma was in her room, staring out of the window. She was annoyed. Why did the Winchesters just take off without her? "I'm heading to the boys." Bobby yelled from downstairs. Emma's eyes began to sparkle and she hurried downstairs.

"Really? Can I come with you?" Bobby seemed like he was thinking, then he nodded. The girl grinned, because this was the perfect opportunity to join the huntings again.
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The Winchesters told Bobby and Emma what happened while they investigated weird deaths. While they did that they continued bitching at each other, which made Emma smile, but when they two were almost done Emma started giggling and ended up laughing. "What the hell?" grumbled Dean. Emma couldn't stop laughing, shed a tear and wiped it away.

"You are not helping!" Sam said upset.

Because Emma didn't say a word Bobby started. "I'm surprised at you two. I really am. Sam, first off, Dean did not steal your computer."

"But I-"

"Shh, shh, shh, shh! And, Dean, Sam did not touch your car."

"Yeah."

"And if you two bothered to pull your heads out of your asses, it all would have been pretty clear."

"What?"

"What you're dealing with."

The two looked a bit helpless at Bobby. "Uh..."

"I got nothing."

"Me neither."

"Should the trainee resolve the puzzle." Emma chuckled, which caused, that Dean and Sam glared at her.

"Emma, don't upset them more." Bobby warned her, but that couldn't stop Emma at all and she still was chuckling.

"Yeah, the Trickster is doing that enough already." She grinned.

"Trickster? Why do you think that?" Sam asked confused, with a little angry sight still.

"Because the palsy-walsy brothers aren't a happy couple anymore. These things create chaos and mischief. As soon as he discovered you are at his back he played with you."

"Exactly. The tires, the laptop, your weakest spots." Bobby continued.

"What are they? Gods? Demons?"

"Well, more like demigods, really. There's Loki in scandinavia. There's Anansi in west africa. Dozens of them. They're immortal, and they can create things out of thin air. Things as real as you and me. Make them vanish just as quick." Bobby explained to them.

"How would they look like?" The younger brother wanted to know.

"Well, human-like mostly." "Now that he spotted you, we have to have a plan and trick him ourselves."
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Waiting in front of the auditorium. That's all Emma was allowed to do. She understood that though, those tricksters were powerful. So all she did was wandering around, waiting for them to come back. Suddenly she hesitated, because heard something that didn't sound good: chainsaws. Even though she got told to wait outside she went in. The Trickster turned to her and looked surprised.

"Emma… Unexpected honor." Emma opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but first there was nothing to hear. The Trickster smiling at her made her not only feel uncomfortable, it raised questions.

But all she could ask was "What?" because then Dean stabbed the Trickster and the auditorium was cleared from sexy, attacking women and the chainsaw men.

"Okay, let's get fast out of here, before someone finds the body." Bobby, Dean and Sam hurried outside, but Emma still was standing there, frozen from the Tricksters words. Sam went back inside, grabbed Emma's hand and dragged her outside to the car. While she and Bobby sat in the backseat Dean and Sam talked shortly outside.

"Why… why did he know me?"

"What?"

"The Trickster. He knew my name and apparently…" Emma paused for a second. "…Me. He was surprised that he saw me."

"Maybe he knew more than he showed. Oh come on." Bobby got outside again and told the boys off. '… But… No, he maybe just knew about the little play even though he said he didn't know…'
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So much to the plan that Emma could've stayed with the Winchesters. Bobby had no mercy and took her back home. 'We got more work to do than ever before, so unless you are going to bring some money home with your hunts you will stay with me for now.'

Back at Bobby's Emma just continued like she did before she started hunting with the Winchesters. She helped Bobby with the work on the cars, kept his house clean and trained and studied to become a better hunter. She couldn't let it go what the Trickster said to her at all.

"Hey, Emma, there is a new car outside, could you start? I'll help in a bit."

"Sure." Emma said and went outside, heading to the car. While she was on her way she heard or phone ringing and happily she saw Sam's name on the display appearing. Even though she wasn't on the hunts anymore he frequently called her, also to get some advices on the next monster. "Hey Sam.", she said atheistically, still walking to the garage. "So, another case over?"

"It's Dean."

Emma froze for a second. "What's wrong? Did something happen with Sam?"

"No, don't worry. Well, not really, let's say that."

"What do you mean?"

"Long, wolfish story. But that's not the reason I'm calling you."

"Why do you use Sam's phone anyway?"

"I thought then you would pick up." Dean answered.

"Am I mad at you?" The girl frowned and looked confused towards the sky.

"Bobby showed me the letter Dad gave you." Emma didn't know what to say so she just stood there, listening to Dean. "And honestly, I was pretty pissed. At you and Sam and my dad. Because you kept it a secret from me."

"In the letter wasn't anything that could've been relevant for you."

"You miss my dad too, don't you?" Emma swallowed. "I know you do, but you never talked about it, neither with us or Bobby. But the letter gave you strength, Bobby said that. I'm sure you are carrying it around with you right now too." Emma still couldn't say a word, Dean was right. "Because it's a bit of a piece of a person you loved. And that's the reason I got angry. Because my dad meant a lot to me and now he is gone, even because of me. This letter was something from him and everyone knew about it but me. It made me furious that you held it back."

"Oh shut up now, will you? What did you expect? Do you have any idea how you treated me? I didn't enjoy the first weeks with you guys, not at all. If there hadn't been Sam I would've quit quite a while and would've given a damn on the letter, really. And then you get pissed at me for not showing you the letter. I was scared you would take it away from me AND treat me even more like Doofy."

"I didn't treat you like Doofy."

"Re-think that sentence again. Really good."

Dean got quiet on the other end. "Yeah…" He said long stretched. "Okay, look. I'm sorry. For everything. I shouldn't have treated you like that. But it made it easier for me that you were with us. Treating you like an idiot who has no clue was easier than treating you like a person who could help us. When I heard that you and my dad even had a past together acting all father-daughter like I kinda got jealous."

"There was no reason at all to get jealous, you know? You had a dad, you have a family. Yeah, you lost your mum, but at least you can remember that you got one. I can't even remember my parent's faces. Nor their smell, acting, their voices… Nothing. Yeah, John Winchester sometimes went to museums with me or the fairground or what not. But those bits of a fatherhood was the only way I could experience how it would've been to have a family. I mean, yeah Bobby-"

"Sam is coming back. I'll call you another time." Dean said and hung up. Emma grunted and went to the car. But instead of starting to dissect it she stared at the engine. She had no idea how to judge Dean's call or how she should react on it or him now.

"Hey, Emma, why didn't you start?"

Emma looked up. "Oh, sorry." She took a screwdriver and started, while Bobby watched her.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Bobby, did John ever tell you something about my parents? I mean, he didn't just appear with me and let me at you, did he?"

Bobby glared at Emma suspiciously. "Why are you asking?"

"Please, just, answer the question."

Bobby sighed and took a deep breath. "There really wasn't much he told me about you. He just appeared with you and-"

"I know that story, but you can't tell me that's it."

"I just didn't question John's actions. Him and me, we were friends."

"He left a girl at your house for years and you never asked any questions? Come on! No one can trust someone that much." Bobby turned around and left. "What? Hey, where are you going?" Emma followed him.

Suddenly Bobby stopped. "You trust me, don't ya?"

"I guess?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah I do."

"Then I need you to stop asking questions. I really don't know much. There is a little something I do know, but as long as I don't know myself what it means I can't tell you. Yet."

"So, that's it? You will tell me when you know?"

"Yes, I will tell you. Just, let it go now."

"Why wouldn't you tell me now?"

"Because I know how easy you freak out. Stop it now."

"And I should pretend like everything is like normal?"

"There has never been normal anyway." Emma smiled slightly. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I didn't want to put you in a corner. Dean just… upset me. I'm sorry."

"Dean? What did that Idjit do now?"

"Nothing, it's okay. Let's get this car fixed."

"Yepp."

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Emma lay in her bed and stared at the ceiling. What awful weeks. Bobby got so much work to do that all she did day and night was fixing cars. She badly wanted to get on the road again, back to hunting. But she couldn't. She had to help out Bobby and she also didn't want to worry him by going on a hunt alone. And she didn't want to ask the Winchesters to join them again. If they wanted her back they should ask. Or Bobby should give his permission.

Since those weeks together with Bobby she felt really close to him. She didn't know why. Maybe it was because John wasn't around, interrupting them while they started to get closer. When Emma thought about that, it really had been like that. Emma usually just had started to trust Bobby more with her feelings and thoughts and then John had visited them. And John had for her this amazing appearance she couldn't explain, but it was strong and had usually filled her up fully. But he was gone now and Emma was glad, that she had Bobby who understood her and looked out for her. "Emma, dinner is ready in a few."

"I'm coming." She said and sat up. Then she heard her phone ringing. 'Dean.' She hesitated for a second, then she picked up. "Dean?"

"Okay, we are going to prison for a bit. Don't worry if we don't answer your calls. The cops might track you down, I don't know. But try to stay out of this as good as you can."

"Gotcha." Then there was a short break.

"After that we are going to the fairground, okay? Or whatever big brothers do with their little sis." Then he hung up. Emma stared at her phone, then she smiled slightly.

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"Get your jacket and bag, now!" Bobby said and went past her.

She turned around confused. "What?"

"Sam is missing. Now hurry." Emma nodded and ran upstairs. She didn't hear from Sam since he asked her stuff about Djinns, but that was it. He messaged her later that everything was all right. But since then she didn't hear a word. Emma began to shake. 'That's so not the right time.' She told herself angrily, ran downstairs and got into Bobby's car.

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Emma was standing next to Bobby, staring at a map. "No, there hasn't been anything."

"Come on, not even low-level demonic activities? We can't just point at the map and hope we get lucky." Dean said upset. Emma tried to concentrate, but there was no information she could come up with. Suddenly Dean got a phone call and turned his back on them so he could fully concentrate on the person on the other end.

"Is this about yellow-eye?" Emma asked.

"Most likely."

"But I don't understand. I thought I would be a help when it comes to that point."

"John didn't say that."

"But you said that." Bobby got quiet. "What? Wait, you lied?"

Dean hung up. "I guess we go to the roadhouse." He said and got in his car, Emma and Bobby too. While the drive Bobby didn't say a word, neither did Dean or Emma. She couldn't stop worrying about Sam. He had been so nice to her all the time, she really liked him. And now he was just gone? She always had the hope that if it came to the point where yellow-eye would make his plan come true she could help the Winchesters. But now there was this blackness inside of her with a giant red question mark about what her role was. "What the hell…" Said Dean when they arrived at the burnt down roadhouse.

"No…" They got out of the car.

"Stay in the car." Bobby said, but Emma didn't listen and got out of it too, running to the roadhouse.

"Do you see Ellen?" Dean asked. Bobby looked around, so did Emma.

She couldn't see any body that looked like Ellen, so she said relieved: "No."

Dean went into kneeling position and picked up a watch. "Oh Ash, damn it!"

"What the hell happened here?" Emma asked, her eyes got tear-filled.

"What did Ash know? I mean, must've been something…"

"Worth burning down a house…"

"We've got no way of knowing where Ellen is. Or if she's even alive. We've got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now, how the hell are we gonna find Sam?" They got back to the Impala. Emma stared at it and wiped her eyes.

Suddenly Dean clutched his head in pain. "Dean!" Emma ran to him. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I don't know…"

"You looked like Sam when he got one of his visions." She said.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on, I'm no psych-" Suddenly Dean fell against the car in pain.

"Dean? Dean! Are you with us?" Bobby got worried too now.

"Yeah, I think so. I saw Sam. I saw him, Bobby."

"You really got a vision!" Emma said agitated.

"Yeah. I don't know how, but yeah. Whew. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels."

"What else did you see?"

"Uh… there was a bell."

"What kind of bell?"

"Like a big bell with some kind of engraving on it, I don't know."

"Concentrate!" Emma got impatient.

"Engraving? Was it a tree? Like, an oak tree?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, exactly."

"I know where Sam is." Bobby said and Emma and Dean looked at him.

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Dean pulled the Impala on the side. "Looks like the rest of the way's on foot." They got out of the car to the trunk and got themselves some weapons.

"Let's go." Bobby said and started walking.

"Emma…"

"This is not the right time to tell me to stay in the car." Emma said and wanted to go, but Dean held her back.

"Just watch out. I don't wanna loose you too." Then he followed Bobby. Emma stared at him, then caught up to Dean.

"We didn't loose anyone yet. And we won't." Dean slapped softly Emma's back.

They slowly approached the area where Sam was supposed to be. And there they finally saw him.

"Sam!" Dean and Emma yelled.

"Dean! Emma!" Sam wandered to them, suddenly they saw a black guy approaching Sam.

„Sam, look out!" And suddenly the guy stabbed Sam.

„No!" Dean yelled. Then the guy ran away. Bobby ran after him while Dean slid to Sam. Emma couldn't do anything, she stood there, paralyzed. She saw Dean talking to Sam but she couldn't hear a word. She couldn't hear anything, it was only a static noise that covered her ears. She was shaking all over and slowly slid on the ground. Then every of her emotions broke free, she started to cry and finally heard Dean a last time yelling Sam's name.

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