May 1st, 2007 - Cold Oak, South Dakota
"Who do you think she is?"
"Some kid? Why do you care?"
Emily slowly opened her eyes as she heard voices, quickly shutting them back closed when the sunlight streamed directly into her eyes. She groaned, covering her eyes with a hand before attempting to roll onto her side.
Her side started throbbing again as a sharp pain radiated through it. She shot up, hissing as she grabbed her side again.
"Whoa, hey!" Dean said. "You're okay. You've been asleep for several hours. Take it easy."
Emily finally opened her eyes and looked around. She was in a small house on a ratty old couch. She didn't know if she was still in Cold Oak, but she assumed she was.
"We stitched up that wound on your side, but I would take it easy for a bit." Dean sat down in a chair in front of her. "I'm Dean, and that old grump over there is Bobby."
Bobby grunted in response.
"Emily."
"I'm guessing you're one of the ones whose life that yellow-eyed bastard ruined? Probably killed your mom as a baby, and now you have these powers?"
"Uh…" Emily trailed off, still trying to wrap her head around everything, "Not exactly. I mean, kind of? Maybe? I-"
"Well, which one is it, girl?" Bobby snapped.
"I don't know!" Emily snapped back. "I woke up here yesterday, both of my parents are dead, or they didn't want me, and I don't even have powers! I just want to go home!"
"Well, sorry, sunshine, but it might be a while before we get you back to where you came from," Bobby said.
"Where are you from, anyway," Dean added.
"LA."
"Bobby," Dean stood up, nodding for the old hunter to follow him. They went into the other room, where Sam was lying on a mattress.
Emily strained to hear what they were saying. She caught a few words, like "stay," "young," and "killing," but not much else.
"No!" Bobby shouted. "Absolutely not."
"Bobby!"
"I said no, Dean! It's bad enough we have to bury your brother, but this?"
"Well, then, what do you suggest, Bobby? Leave her here?"
Bobby shrugged. "I mean, we can give her money for a plane or something and send her on her way."
Emily slowly stood up, wincing as it sent a sharp pain down her side, and carefully moved to the window. The sun was up, making the old, haunted town not so creepy anymore. Right outside the window, she could see the broken fence where Jake and Sam had been fighting, as well as some dried-up blood on the ground.
"Hey, uh, kid?" Dean asked. "Emily?"
Emily turned to face him. "Yeah?"
"First of all, you really shouldn't be walking around like this with fresh stitches; you could open them up if you're not careful." Dean approached her. "And second, Bobby over here will let you stay with him for a couple of days, just until we can get you back home."
"But don't expect any special treatment from me because you're hurt!" Bobby called out from the other room.
"Wasn't expecting anything otherwise!"
A grunt could be heard from the other room in response.
"Come on," Dean said, "let's get you back sitting down at least." He helped Emily back to the bench she had woken up on and went back to Sam's room.
"Gonna go make a quick stop at a diner or something so we don't all starve to death," Bobby announced. "Don't follow me." With that, he headed out the door, leaving Emily with Dean.
Emily started tapping her foot. They were just going to leave her. Okay, maybe not just leave her, they were going to at least get her to where her home should be, but it wouldn't be right. She wouldn't have anywhere to go.
She looked towards the room where Sam lay. On top of the mattress, flat on his back, unmoving with Dean stood in the doorway, staring at him. This would definitely not be a good time to mention anything to him, but when would it be? On the way to LA? Is she getting into the Impala or Bobby's truck? And taking too long would only make things worse. Sighing, Emily turned away, turning her attention to the floor. Maybe Sam could help once he was alive again.
Oh god. 'Alive again'. She thought it so casually like it was just a regular occurrence. She had to let it play out, though. Dean making the deal, going to hell in a year, all of it. She knew someone wouldn't be able to stop him anyway. Someone he had just met? No. She had to let him do this, even if it meant both of the Winchesters might hate her.
An hour later, Bobby returned, holding a bucket of fried chicken.
"Dean? Kid?" He held up the bucket. "I brought this back."
There was a moment before Dean spoke. "No thanks, I'm fine."
"You should eat something." Bobby put the bucket on the small table.
"I said I'm fine," Dean snapped.
Emily didn't say a word as she stood and approached the table. Only once she had taken a piece of chicken did she realize how long it had been since she had eaten.
Dean finally moved away from the doorway and walked over to the table. He took a swig of beer and gripped the back of a chair.
"Dean…" Bobby started hesitantly, "I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time we bury Sam?"
Dean slowly turned to Bobby, glaring at the old hunter. "No."
Bobby sighed. "We could, maybe…"
"What?" Dean snapped. "Torch his corpse?"
Emily nibbled on her chicken, watching the conversation play out, trying not to draw attention to herself. She didn't know when or how she would tell Dean and Bobby everything else but knew now was not the right time.
"Not yet," Dean continued in a low voice.
Bobby leaned against the table. "I want you to come with me."
Dean shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Dean, please." Bobby was practically begging now.
"Won't you cut me some slack?" Dean snapped at Bobby, but his voice stayed quiet. It was almost chilling how calm he could stay while being mad.
"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all."
Dean kept his gaze on the table.
"I gotta admit," Bobby continued, "I could use your help."
Dean scoffed.
"Something big is going down. End-of-the-world big."
"Well, then let it end!" Dean finally yelled, his voice shaking the small room.
Bobby stared at Dean for a moment. "You don't mean that," he said, voice barely above a whisper.
Dean stood up, getting into Bobby's face. "You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough?" He nodded towards Sam's corpse. "You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, turn around and get the hell out of here."
Dean turned away, only to turn back around and shove Bobby back when he didn't move. "Go!" he yelled. "And take the damn kid with you."
There was a brief pause as Dean and Bobby stared at each other before Dean spoke again, this time much calmer. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please just go." He returned to the table, gripping the back of one of the chairs.
Bobby finally sighed and turned around. "You know where I'll be." He made his way to the door, stopping just before stepping outside. "Well?" he asked. "You waiting for an invitation? I don't have all day, girl."
Realizing he was talking to her, Emily quickly stood up and followed Bobby to his truck, climbing into the passenger seat.
"Don't expect to stay for too long," Bobby said as soon as he got into the truck. This will only be until we can get you back to California. It might only be a couple of days or so."
Emily nodded. "Okay." She didn't have anything else to add. Right now, the only thought racing around her mind was how to get back home or even back to her own time.
Sioux Falls, South Dakota
When they finally arrived at Bobby's junkyard, the sun was setting. Emily slid out of the truck, realizing how different Bobby's place looked in real life.
"Home sweet home," Bobby grumbled. He unlocked the front door, and Emily followed him inside.
Bobby pointed to his left. "The Stairs are that way. There's a bedroom up there you can sleep in tonight. The kitchen's straight ahead, but don't expect me to cater to your every meal preference. If you want something to eat, you'll need to make it yourself."
"Thank you," Emily said.
Bobby grunted in response. "Tomorrow, we're leaving for California. It'll take a few days of driving, so we're leaving early, and I don't care if you're tired."
"Uh, yeah." Emily nodded. "I'm just gonna head upstairs."
"You do that."
Emily ran upstairs and quickly found a spare bedroom. The door squeaked open, and she stood in a small room with visible dust floating around. She crossed the room and pulled up the blinds before sliding the window, letting some dust clear.
There was a single switch on one wall, and flipping it revealed that only one of two ceiling lights worked, not giving much light in the already dark room. When opened, a door across the room revealed a small closet, and inside, Emily found some sheets and a pillow for the night. The wire-framed bed squeaked loudly as she made the bed, eventually sitting down on it.
Emily kicked off her shoes before lying flat on her back, hoping she would wake up in her room and that this would be a dream.
May 2nd, 2007
Emily was still in the small bedroom when she woke up. The window had been left open all night, letting some leaves and a tiny spider into the room, which she quickly let crawl into her hand and blow out the window before closing it.
Sliding on her shoes, she opened the door to the hallway to hear several voices downstairs.
"Well, I found something," Bobby was saying, "but I'm not sure what the hell it means."
"What is it?" Emily heard Sam ask.
Hearing Sam alive again didn't surprise her even a little. Even if she had known the Winchesters for years, she knew there wouldn't have been any way to convince the Dean not to resurrect his brother.
"Demonic omens... like a frickin' tidal wave," Bobby continued. "Cattle deaths. Lightning storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here. All around here, except for one place. Southern Wyoming."
The middle step creaked as Emily made her way down and found the group of hunters in the library, huddled around a small table with an open book.
"Emily?" Sam asked. "I didn't know you were here."
Emily shrugged as she entered the room. "I didn't have anywhere else to go." She stood by the table. "I'm Glad to see you're feeling better."
"Yeah, but…"
"So, Wyoming?" Dean cut them off.
"Yeah. That one area's totally clean – spotless. It's almost as if…" Bobby trailed off.
"What?" Sam prodded.
"The demons are surrounding it."
"But you don't know why?" Dean asked.
"No, and by this point, my eyes are swimming." Bobby slid the book over to Sam. "Sam, would you take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something I couldn't."
Sam nodded. "Yeah, sure."
"Come on, Dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in."
"Yeah."
Once Dean and Bobby had left out the back door, Emily turned to Sam. "So, you're doing ok?"
Sam nodded. He turned around to sit on the table and nodded to Emily's side. "What about you? I saw you get stabbed. Most people wouldn't be walking around so soon after that."
Emily lifted the side of her shirt, revealing a large, red, stitched-up area. "Dean said he and Bobby stitched me up while I was unconscious."
Sam nodded. "So now what?"
Emily put her shirt back down. "Bobby's letting me stay until he can drive me back to California. Says it could be in a day or so."
There was a long pause before Sam finally spoke again. "They don't know, do they?"
Emily shook her head. "A lot was going on last night. And even if I did figure out how to tell them, I didn't think they'd believe me anyway. I didn't think I would still be here when I woke up."
"Well, you better figure that out soon, preferably before Bobby drops you off."
Emily nodded. Movement out the back window drew her attention, and she saw Dean and Bobby talking to a familiar woman. "Hey, is that Ellen?"
"Huh?" Sam followed her gaze. "You know her?"
Emily shook her head. "I've never met her, but I know her from the show."
"Remind me to ask you about that later."
Emily watched Dean and Bobby lead Ellen inside and sat her down at the table, backing up to give them space.
Bobby sat across from Ellen and poured a shot of water from his flask before sliding it across the table.
"Bobby, is this really necessary?" Ellen asked, catching the glass.
"Just a belt of Holy Water." Bobby shrugged. "Shouldn't hurt."
Ellen swallowed the water and slammed the glass down on the table. "Whiskey now, if you don't mind." She slid the glass back across the table.
"Ellen, this is Emily," Sam introduced.
Ellen nodded. "You a hunter, Emily?"
"Uh, no. Just got caught up in all of this the other night."
"Ellen, what happened?" Dean asked, switching the topic. "How'd you get out?"
"I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be in there with everybody else." Ellen scoffed. "But we ran out of pretzels, of all things. It was just dumb luck."
There was a pause as Bobby slid the shot glass, now filled with whiskey, back to Ellen, who drank it. She let out a sigh. "Anyway, that's when Ash called. Panic in his voice. He told me to look in the safe. Then the call cut out. By the time I got back, the flames were sky-high. And everybody was dead. I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes."
"Sorry, Ellen," Sam said.
Ellen started tearing up. "A lot of good people died in there. And I got to live." She scoffed. "Lucky me."
"Ellen, you mentioned a safe," Bobby realized after a pause.
"A hidden safe we keep in the basement."
"Demons get what was in it?" Bobby asked.
"No." Ellen took a folded-up map from her inside jacket pocket and set it on the table. Unfolding it revealed several black X's and lines surrounding Wyoming.
"Wyoming?" Dean asked. "What does that mean?"
Emily rubbed her arm nervously, hoping no one would notice. She knew what those meant.
"Emily?" Sam asked. "You okay?"
Emily backed away from the group and sat on the couch behind them. Sam followed while the others paid her no mind.
"You know what that means?" Sam asked so quietly that Emily could barely hear him. "Don't you?"
Emily nodded. "It's-"
"Hey, Emily knows something!" Sam called out before she could stop him.
"Wait, no! Sam!"
"The kid?" Dean scoffed. "What could she know about any of this?"
Emily felt her breath shudder as she looked up at Sam. Slowly, she stood back up and walked back to the group.
"All of these Xs are abandoned churches built by Samuel Colt," Emily said, picking up a pen. "And each church is connected by a railroad built by Colt, like this." Using the pen, she connected the stars until they formed a star, just like Bobby had done in the episode.
Silence filled the room as Emily put the pen down. For a moment, she was afraid they would start laughing or telling her to leave.
"It's a Devil's Trap," Sam realized. "A 100-square mile Devil's Trap."
"How the hell do you know that?" Bobby's voice was way too calm and quiet.
"Uh…" Emily trailed off. Her voice shook as she looked at Sam for help. "Well, I-"
"We don't have all day," Bobby snapped.
"I know because this is all a fictional TV show where I'm from!" Emily blurted out. It's called Supernatural, and it's about these two brothers who hunt monsters."
"What?" Bobby asked.
"She told me the other night when we met," Sam explained. "She's also from the future."
"Well, I was hoping to lead into that, but yeah," Emily muttered.
"And you believed her?" Dean asked in disbelief. "Sam, she could have been a demon!"
"What, you didn't test her?"
"Well, I, uh.." Dean stuttered. "We...we did."
"And?" When no one responded, Sam continued. "Look, I didn't want to believe it either when she told me, but then she revealed that she knew about our parents, Dean. They're names, how and when mom died, and dad's obsession with finding the thing that killed her!"
"Demons probably know these too, Sam!"
"But she's not a demon!" Sam snapped back loudly. "You did the tests, right? You know as well as I that she's not. She's human."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Dean asked.
Emily realized Dean was talking to her and sighed. "Because I didn't think anyone would believe me. Because I didn't know how even to start. And because some of me hoped I would wake up in bed this morning."
"And we're just supposed to believe you?"
"Hold on, Bobby." Ellen stood up and walked to Emily. "I won't pretend I understand anything about this, but if any of this is real, does that mean you know all about the creatures around here?"
"A lot," Emily replied. "But not all. I know about ghosts, vampires, werewolves, wendigos, and much more."
Dean scoffed.
Emily frowned and turned to him. "I don't expect you to understand," she told him. "Any of you. I barely do. But if I can do anything to make you believe me, just tell me."
"Are you even from California?" Bobby asked.
"Yes," Emily confirmed. "Growing up in Los Angeles and being seventeen was all true. And what Sam said earlier about being from the future was also true."
"What year?"
"Bobby!"
"2016."
"So you were technically how old this year?" Ellen asked.
Emily rocked back and forth on her feet. "I was nine."
Dean finally stood up and paced around the room. "Does this mean you know about the…" he asked, turning back around.
Even though he had trailed off, Emily knew exactly what he was referring to. "Yes," she said with a slow nod.
Dean turned back around, running his hand down his face.
"Know about what?" Sam asked.
"I'm sorry," Emily said, turning to him, "I can't tell you."
There was a pause before Bobby cleared his throat. "I hate to break up this tender little moment, but we still have to figure out how to stop old yellow eyes."
Dean rejoined them at the table. "After all these years none of those rail lines are broken? I mean, it still works?" He started flipping through Bobby's book.
Sam thought for a moment. "Definitely," he finally said.
Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother. "How do you know?"
"All those omens Bobby found. I mean the demons. They must be circling, and they can't get in."
Bobby shrugged. "Yeah, well... they're trying."
"Why?" Ellen asked. "What's inside?"
"That's what I've been looking for," Dean said, flipping a few pages of the book. "And, uh, there's nothing except an old cowboy cemetery right in the middle." He tapped the map in the middle of the star.
"Well, what's so important about a cemetery or…" Sam trailed off, realizing, "What's Colt trying to protect?"
"It's not exactly what Colt was trying to protect, it's more what he wanted to keep in," Emily revealed. "That cemetery has a giant devil's gate in the middle, keeping all the demons in hell."
"Could they do it, Bobby?" Sam asked. "Could they get inside?"
Bobby shook his head. "This thing's so powerful, you'd practically need an A-bomb to destroy it. No way a full-blood demon gets across."
"No." A look of realization crossed Sam's face. "But I know who could."
The same look crossed Dean's face next. "Jake."
Sam nodded. "If yellow-eyes can convince Jake to cross that barrier and open that gate–"
"So he can unleash an army of demons," Ellen finished.
Dean stood up. "Well, what the hell are we waiting for? We need to get to Jake before that demon does."
Emily stood up but was quickly stopped by Bobby. "And just do you think you're doing?" he asked.
Emily raised an eyebrow. "Well, I didn't think I'd be allowed to stay here alone."
"Let her come with us," Ellen suggested to the group. She could stay in the car, out of the way."
Bobby nodded. "Ellen, you can ride with me. Boys, take the kid."
With all that settled, the five of them headed outside. Emily slid into the backseat of the Impala and leaned against the window. Dean started following Bobby's truck off the property.
About four hours into their drive, Dean finally broke the silence. "Hey, uh, Emily? Right?"
"Yeah?"
"Listen, I uh…" Dean trailed off momentarily before continuing, "you're serious about this whole alternate-world thing, huh?"
Emily nodded. "I don't understand anything that's happened the past few days, though."
"I'm sure you'll figure it out soon," Sam piped up. "In the meantime, I'm sure Dean and I can help in any way we can."
"You mean that?" Emily perked up.
"Well, within reason," Dean peered at her through the rearview mirror. "Maybe we'll teach you how to hunt at some point if you want."
Emily thought for a moment before nodding. "I'd like that."
Fossil Butte Cemetery, Wyoming
The sun had long since set when they pulled up to the cemetery. Dean turned off the headlights as they got closer and drove slowly to a hidden clearing amongst some trees before killing the engine.
"It looks like we beat him," Sam observed.
"Yeah." Dean looked around. "That's good. We still have the element of surprise." He opened the door and put a foot outside before turning to Emily. "Don't touch anything, alright?"
"Don't worry, I won't."
Both car doors slammed shut, leaving Emily alone in the Impala. She climbed into the front seat so she could see better. She watched as the group of hunters entered the cemetery and split up, taking different corners of the gated area to wait for Jake.
They didn't have to wait very long. About twenty minutes later, Emily heard the faint squeak as the gate was pushed open again, and Jake stepped inside. He walked in cautiously, looking around with each step. As he approached the crypt, the group stepped out from behind the grave he had been behind and approached Jake with their guns drawn.
Something was said to Jake, and he spun around on his heels. Even from a distance, Emily could tell he was breathing heavily as he frantically looked around at everyone surrounding him. Finally turned to Sam, saying something that made Sam drop the gun slightly and look at Dean.
A few more words were exchanged before Jake turned to Ellen and tilted his head. A moment later, Ellen shakily put her gun to her head, clearly trying to fight whatever was making her do such a thing.
Jake made everyone but Ellen put their guns down on the ground before putting his back to them and shoving the Colt into the lock. Emily watched as Dean and Bobby took the opportunity to grab Ellen's gun and point it into the air as Sam fired several shots into Jake's back. Jake fell to the ground, lying on his back as Sam walked around him until he was face to face with the man before firing three more rounds into his heart.
Ellen, Bobby, and Dean slowly approached the crypt, staring down at Jake's lifeless body as they passed it. Dean was the only one who stopped by Sam and looked at him with an almost fearful expression as Sam wiped blood off his face.
The crypt began to shake violently, and Dean quickly pulled the Colt out of the mechanism. The group ran behind headstones as a large cloud of black smoke poured out of the crypt, completely engulfing the graveyard. A few individual trails of smoke went off in different directions. Emily felt her breath shudder as the scene unfolded in front of her, leaning closer as a wave of something caused the Impala to shake slightly.
Bobby, Sam, and Ellen quickly ran to the large doors, struggling against their weight to close them. Dean stood up, stood by the headstone, and examined the Colt. The rail lines broke, and Emily watched as Azazel entered the cemetery, standing behind him.
After a beat, Dean spun around, pointing the gun at the demon's face. Azazel held out his hand, and the weapon flew into it before Dean flew into a headstone. The others were still struggling against the doors, but seeing his brother lying on the ground with the yellow-eyed demon approaching caused Sam to run to him, leaving Bobby and Ellen to struggle with the doors themselves.
Emily could only watch helplessly as Sam ran up to the demon from behind, only to be telekinetically pinned into a tree. Dean tried standing up, only to be pushed back into the headstone.
Azazel crouched down in front of Dean and began to talk. Something he said made Sam look horrified before the demon stood back up. At this point, many ghosts had started walking out of the crypt, one of whom Emily recognized as John Winchester.
The demon pointed the Colt at Dean. The faint outline of John's ghost slowly approached before fully reforming and grabbing the human-shaped cloud of smoke out of the demon's vessel. The vessel fell to the ground while the cloud of smoke began to wrestle with John. Dean quickly grabbed the gun just before the demon pushed John away and went back into the vessel, standing up just in time for Dean to put a fatal shot in his heart. Yellow lightning shot out of his hands, and he flashed a few times, finally dropping dead on the ground.
With Azazel dead, Bobby and Ellen finally closed the large gate doors and turned around to see John. Emily watched Dean face his dad, and John walked forward, smiling and putting his hand on his shoulder. Sam approached as both John and Dean looked at him. Sam and John gave a slight nod to each other.
Giving another look at Dean, John stepped back, and Emily watched as a bright white light engulfed John, flickering a few times until he disappeared. Bobby and Ellen approached, looking shocked about what had just happened. Dean and Sam walked up to Azazel's vessel and peered over it. They exchanged a few words before finally turning and leaving the cemetery.
Emily slid over and opened the passenger seat as they approached. "Holy shit," was the first thing that came out of her mouth.
"You saw that, huh?" Sam asked.
Emily nodded. "Yeah, all of it. Was that really your dad that helped you out?"
Dean smiled and opened the door. "Yeah. Damn crazy son of a bitch."
Sam leaned against the car's hood. "You know, when Jake saw me…it was like he saw a ghost."
Dean said nothing but closed the door again and stood next to Sam.
"I mean, hell, you heard him, Dean," Sam continued. "He said he killed me."
Dean shifted nervously. "Glad he was wrong."
"I don't think he was, Dean." Sam turned to face his brother. "What happened? After I was stabbed?"
"I already told you."
"Not everything."
"Sam, we just killed the demon." Dean paused for a moment. "Can we celebrate for a minute?" His voice was shaking with every word.
Sam's voice began to shake as well. "Did I die?"
Dean shook his head, muttering something under his breath.
"Did you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you?" Sam questioned.
"Oh, come on!" Dean answered forcefully. "No!"
Clearly not believing him, Sam continued staring Dean down. "Tell me the truth."
Dean let out a sniff.
"Dean, tell me the truth."
"Sam…" Dean chuckled.
That was all Sam needed. "How long do you get?" his voice broke with each word.
Dean hesitated before truthfully answering, "One year. I got one year."
Sam nodded. A few tears fell down his face. "You shouldn't have done that. How could you do that?"
"Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that." Dean said softly. "I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job."
"And what do you think my job is?"
Dean looked shocked. "What?"
"You've saved my life over and over." Sam's voice now sounded scratchy from crying. "I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change."
Dean chuckled slightly. "Yeah."
Ellen and Bobby finally joined them, and Emily walked around the car as they did.
"Well," Ellen said, "the Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead, but a lot more got through that gate."
"How many do you think?" Dean asked, his voice showing no sign of recent emotional moments.
"Hundred," Sam guessed. "Maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army."
"I hope to hell you boys are ready," Bobby said. "'Cause the war has just begun.'
"Well, then—" Dean smiled and walked around to the trunk. He opened it up, tossing the Colt with all the other weapons. " We got work to do," he finished.
Bobby suggested, "You boys should come back to my place. We can come up with at least a semi-plan."
Dean nodded. "Alright, Bobby, sounds good."
Bobby started walking away. "Let's go, kid."
Emily started to follow, but Dean stopped her. "Actually, Bobby, she can ride with us."
"Really?" Emily asked.
"Suite yourself," Bobby said before walking away.
Ellen watched him leave before turning back to the others. "Watch yourselves out there. Like he said, a war has just begun." She nodded at Emily. "Hopefully, we see each other again soon."
Ellen left with that, following Bobby into the clearing. The hunters and Emily leaned against the car.
Dean chuckled. "You got dropped in this mess at a crazy time, kid."
Emily scoffed. "Tell me about it."
"Listen, it'll be tough, but I wasn't kidding about teaching you how to hunt at some point. Not right now, but we can lead up to it. God knows we can use all the help we can get now."
Emily nodded, smiling at the hunter. "In the meantime, since Bobby's letting me stay at his place, I can help him out with any research that needs doing. I wanna help however I can while I'm here."
"Good." Dean held out his hand. "Welcome to the team."
Emily smirked before taking the hand. After that, the three of them finally got back into the car. Dean started the engine, pulling away from the cemetery and back onto the road.