here's the next bit, please let me know if it's any good, or if it's complete crap :(
Emma's mind burned, memories rushing at her and filling her brain.
Playing with Dean in their backyard, shrieking and yelling as their parents watched from a far, laughing at their antics. They laughed like fiends as they searched the grass for bugs and other creepy crawlies to show their parents.
Cradling her little brother, Sammy, her dad helping her support his head when she was only four. He had just been born and Katherine was terrified he'd break if she held him too tightly.
Watching in horror as her mother burned on the ceiling as Sammy wailed in his cradle.
Raising Sammy with Dean as their dad grew colder and harsher. Helping him walk, and read and write, protecting him from the supernatural until he was eight and the truth came out.
Training and hunting with Dean. Once they were big enough to fire a shotgun, Dad had taken one of them on hunts with him (while the other stayed with Sammy) and made them train rigorously when they didn't have a job or school. Katherine loved it. Her aim was flawless, never failing to take down what she shot with a deadly accuracy that her Dad couldn't help but be impressed.
Being wrenched away from her twin when she was only 15 and waking up in -
Emma- Katherine frowned in pain as the memory washed over her, more detailed than any of the others. It was in high definition, each moment brought into horrible, vivid focus.
Chains ripped through her palms and wrapped around her arms, stretching her shoulders tight. They snaked up her legs and through each thigh. Pulling tight and jerking her upright and spread-eagled in the air, taut as a bow string. Blood splattered at her feet and a scream ripped from her throat.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A little Winchester present for me," a mocking voice said from behind her.
She froze at the sound of his voice, her face going dead white and her eyes growing bigger, pupils blowing wide with fear.
The figure that had spoken sauntered around her, coming to a stop a few feet away. He looked normal, which seemed to make it so much worse. A man a bit older than her father stood before her, a sinister smile on his face. Thinning hair and a horrible Hawaiian shirt, he seemed so normal - except for the eyes. White eyes stared out at her from the demons face, ripping her walls down and exposing her in front of him. It continued, its tone oily and oddly accented. "I heard from a little yellow eyed birdie that you'd be coming. I wish I could've welcomed you better, I didn't get much notice." He sighed in disappointment. "Well, Katherine Marie Winchester. Let's get started shall we? I'm Alastair, Lucifer's Chief Torturer, and I'll be your guide today. And forever."
And a thorough guide he was. An education in pain began that wiped all thoughts from her mind. Time stretched on yet ceased to exist.
"You know, I wonder why your family isn't here yet to save you, Katherine Marie." Alastair asked, pausing in his carving her like a thanksgiving turkey.
Katherine's breath came in ragged, panting gasps. None of the rules of the mortal world seemed to apply here. She'd been torn apart only to be miraculously made whole again and again and again. Even her considerable pain tolerance was laughable in the face of Alastair's inventiveness. All the while he kept up a maddening stream of chatter, subjects that prodded at dark parts of her. It just added to her never-ending agony.
"Oh, that's right," he said with a snap of his fingers. "They don't care. John has one less mouth to feed and life to worry about. Sam had one less sibling to compete for dear daddy's attention and Dean" Katherine flinched, "he's just relieved he doesn't have you hanging around him like a foul smell." Something in her fell apart right then, crumbled into dust and was carried away on a blood scented breeze.
His hands wandered over her body, lurid and unwanted. Obscene suggestions and whispered threats filled her ears, his hot rancid breath beating down on her. He promised power and freedom if she'd just do one thing, one simple thing.
"Get off the rack."
"No."
The knife slid in a few inches below her navel, the pain not surprising at this point. Alastair leaned in close, his eyes closed and a look of rapture on his face as he breathed in the smell of her blood. He opened them again so he could see her as he slid the blade up, slicing her open like he was filleting a fish. She would have screamed, but she choked on her own blood. Shaking and gasping, her mind was a foggy haze of pain and agony. He pressed himself up against her, long leathery tongue sweeping up her cheek before he pulled back and rammed his hands into her open stomach.
"Look at you, still pretty even when you're inside out," he chuckled, smiling down at the mess he was making on her insides.
Katherine's mind was lost in the fog of pain and horror as she heard the awful, sloppy plop of her innards landing at their feet.
He had fun then, she could tell. Switching his features into the forms of her family, pulling forth her darkest, most buried fears about them. He wore them all flawlessly, like dark reflections of her family. After a while it was hard to remember it was Alastair.
Dad, complete with leather jacket and cold eyes that regarded her without recognition. Yelling at her, telling her it was her fault that Mary was dead. If she'd just been fast enough, she could've stopped it, saved her. Admitting that he'd always believed her to be the most useless of all his kids, since she was a girl. Dean and Sam would grow up to be big and strong, but her? She was the weak link, the unwanted one. Sam telling her that he'd never really liked her, just followed by Dean's example because he had always been his favorite sibling. How it was all Katherine's fault he'd never met his mom and that he'd never gotten the normal childhood he'd always wanted. That it was her fault Dad was so cold most of the time. It was all her fault he'd set out on this crusade against the yellow eyed demon.
But, as always, Alastair saved the best for last.
He wavered for a second in front of her, like the road during a scorching hot day, before solidifying into a person she hadn't seen in what felt like eons. Dark blond hair, green eyes, and a leather jacket. Dean Winchester stood in front of her wearing Alastair's signature smile. Humming Metallica in an achingly familiar tone as he twirled Alastair's razor and advanced on her.
He stabbed viciously into her arm, dragging the blade down. She bit back a scream, tears flowing down her face. The only consolation Katherine had was she knew without a doubt that this wasn't Dean. Dean didn't hate her. He loved her more than he loved anything else, even more than Dad or Sam, because she never left him and didn't let him leave her. Her mind cleared as this epiphany washed over her.
She gave Alastair a blood-filled smile and spat in his face. "Dean." She gasped. "Dean would never hurt me." Courage soared through her, scorching her tattered soul. "There's nothing in this world you can do to make me get off. This. Damn. Rack." She spoke each word slowly, deliberately.
Alastair's eyes narrowed, but he seemed to believe her. "Til next time, Katherine Marie. Enjoy losing memories!" Then her entire being was on fire.
Katherine woke like she was bursting out of Hell itself, bolting upright with wide eyes and sobbing breaths. Alastair's laugh echoed in her ears and the phantom taste of blood filled her mouth. A face swam into focus, a pair of beautiful blue eyes capturing her entire attention. "Cas?" She gasped, unbelieving that this was real, that he'd found her. He nodded once before sweeping her up in his arms, his soft laugh soothing her as he spun her around. They locked eyes before his lips were on hers, hungry. She smiled into his mouth as she wrapped her arms tightly around her, knotting her fingers in his hair.
"What the hell?" That voice made her cease in her devouring of Cas. He lowered slowly, sensing her need to see him. She turned slowly, her heart pounding.
There he stood, his handgun held loosely - but not too loosely - in his hand. He looked worn and hard, too much like their father for her liking. But those boyish freckles were still there, as were his large emerald eyes. He wore one of dad's leather jackets and it fit him well. There were worry lines creasing his face. He'd grown up well, a serious heart-breaker if she knew her twin at all. Her heart wrenched. Did she even know her twin? So much had time - eight fucking years - had passed since she'd seen 15-year-old Dean getting beaten by a pack of demons. Her throat constricted, but she managed a choked "Dean?"
And then she was running at top speed towards him. His eyes widened and filled with tears as he welcomed her into a bear hug. She breathed in his scent which hadn't changed. Car oil, gun powder, and leather. Home.
"Is it really you, Princess?" He whispered, pulling back and taking in her face, checking her face for any injuries of a sign of Emma. But she was long gone. Her memories remained, but Katherine knew who she really was. Seeing none, he hugged her again, burrowing his face in her long - why was it so goddamn long? - hair. She gripped the shoulders of his coat, tears quietly trickling down her cheeks.
"Yeah, Dean. It's me." He broke into a huge grin, some of the hardness leaving his eyes. Katherine couldn't help but grin back.
"Kat?" He sounded so much older than the ten-year-old she left behind, but somehow she knew it was him. Turning, she was engulfed in strong arms and lifted up and up and up until she was level with the chocolate brown puppy dog eyes and long hair.
"Sammy!" She laughed, throwing her arms around him. "God, it's good to see you. And damn, you're a freaking giant!" He laughed back and set her down. "Dean, what have you been feeding him?" She turned back to Dean, still reeling from the fact that this was real, that they were real.
Katherine heard Cas approach, just as Dean and Sam whipped up their guns, hunter faces back in place. "Stay back." Dean snarled, putting a protective arm around his twin's waist. Katherine rolled her eyes.
"Guys, wait. You don't understand. He saved me. He gave me back my memories. This is Castiel, Cas, these are my boys, Dean and Sam." Neither party moved. Why did guys have to be so dumb? "When those demons snatched me, I dreamed of an angel: Castiel. I know you guys don't believe me, but it's true. Azazel, that's the yellow eyed demon, kept me in this dream-like state for a long time, and Cas kept me company. Then, then I woke up in…" I closed my eyes against the torrent of memories bashing at my skull like a caveman killing a saber tooth tiger.
"Hell." Sam breathed, lowering his gun. Dean's eyes filled with anguish, but he still refused to lower his weapon. "Why- why did Azazel, was it? Why did Azazel send you to hell?" Katherine shrugged, to overwhelmed to speak. Sam turned to face his brother. "C'mon Dean. After everything we've seen, you don't believe in angel's - in God?"
"Why should I?" Dean snapped back. "After everything we've had to do, why should I believe in any kind of god?" Katherine's heart ached for him.
"Please Dean. Trust me. Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?" She pleaded quietly in a broken voice.
Her tone caused Dean to lower his gun. "Then why are you kissing an angel?" He teased, trying to get her to smile again. Anything to get that broken look off her face. She blushed and looked down.
"After being around each other for so long it just sort of… happened." She said shyly, eyeing Castiel through her lashes. he took her hand in support.
A thought struck Dean. "Dude - dad. He still doesn't know you're back!" Katherine perked up at the sound of seeing her father again. "Oh crap, he doesn't know where we've been all day. He's gonna be so pissed."
"Until he sees Kat." Sam said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Katherine looked at Cas, saying "I'll see you soon, right?" Cas smiled and nodded. With a faint ruffling of wings, he was gone. She grinned up at her brothers. "I can't wait to see his face!"
"Oh my god." Katherine sighed. "I've missed you." She ran her hand lovingly across its glossy black surface, and smiled, her eyes tearing up. "I'm home." She whispered, sliding across the leather bench seats into the front seat of the Impala. Katherine breathed in the smell she'd missed so much.
"Wow - did you just talk to the car?" Sam asked, shaking his head fondly. She was just like Dean, her affection for the Impala a strange, but oddly comforting thing.
"Shut up, Sammy." The twins called out in unison from the front seat. Sam laughed. It was good to know that some things never changed.
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