June 14th, 2014 - Los Angeles, CA

A loud crash woke Emily up at eight in the morning one Saturday.

"Shit!" was what immediately followed.

Groggy from her unwanted alarm clock, she went downstairs to find Ms. Claudwell standing in the kitchen.

"What happened in here?" Emily asked.

"This." Ms. Claudwell placed the handle of the mug that now lay broken at her feet. "Pass me the broom, would you?"

Emily walked past the glass and grabbed the broom from the pantry. "We're meeting some potential parents today, right?"

Ms. Claudwell sighed as she took the broom and started sweeping. "Yes." She stopped sweeping and looked up at Emily. "I know you don't like being here for these things because you think you're too old to be adopted, so if you want to go out to a movie or something with friends for a few hours, you can. Parents will start arriving around noon."

"Are you sure?" Emily asked quietly.

Ms. Claudwell nodded. "It's up to you. However, I feel like I should tell you that one of the parents has a daughter your age who's really into that T.V. show you like. Supernatural?" She sighed dramatically, picked up the broom, and started sweeping again. "But if you would prefer to do something else and not be here…" she trailed off.

Emily smiled. She knew exactly what Ms. Claudwell was doing. "Well, it's probably too late to make plans with anyone today, especially for noon. I'm sure my friends already have something going on today, and I really don't like going to the movies alone." She shrugged. "Guess I'll have to stay here."

Ms. Claudwell smiled. "I'm sorry I woke you earlier. Why don't you run back upstairs and try to get some more sleep? I'll wake you up in time for everyone to arrive."

Emily smiled. "Thanks," she said before running back upstairs to get some more sleep.

April 29th, 2007 - Cold Oak, South Dakota

"... okay? ...' llo? Can you hear me?"

The first thing Emily realized was that she was lying on a cold, damp floor. The second thing she noticed was she wasn't at home anymore.

Jerking up with a start, she started frantically looking around. "Whe-"

"Hey, hey, hey," the voice from earlier interrupted. "You're okay. Just take it easy."

Emily was on a hardwood floor in a slanted house with vines growing in the cracks of the walls. Kneeling in front of her was a man dressed in an army uniform, and standing behind him was a woman dressed in all black, shying away with her arms crossed.

"Where am I?" Emily asked.

"We don't know. But I'm Jake," the man pointed to the other woman, "and that's Lily."

"Emily."

Jake stood up, helping Emily to her feet.

"Are we the only ones here?"

"We don't know," Jake admitted. "We just woke up a few minutes before meeting you."

"There might be others, though," Lily spoke.

Jake went to the door and pulled the handle, but it didn't budge. Before Emily could say anything, he grabbed the door by the sides, pulled it off the hinges, and tossed it aside.

"Uuhhh…" Emily trailed off, pointing at the door.

"Discovered them about a year ago," Jake admitted. "Come on!"

Jake ran out the door and started running along the porch. "Hello?" he called. "Is anyone there?"

Emily stepped outside, and the boards underneath her feet creaked. In front of her was a dirt road and many old buildings that reminded her of an old West town.

"Hello?" A new voice called.

They ran around the corner to find three new people approaching.

"Hey!" the voice called. "Hey, you guys all right?"

Emily moved a little ahead to see better and froze in her tracks. Someone who looked like Jared Padalecki was standing right in front of her, standing by another man and woman.

"I think so," Jake continued.

"I'm Sam."

Emily frowned. Sam? Not Jared?

"I'm Jake."

Lily raised a hand. "Lily."

Emily snapped out of her trance and stopped staring at Sam. "Emily."

Sam nodded. "Are there any more of you?"

Jake shook his head. "No."

"How did we even get here?" Lily asked. Her voice was very monotone-like. "A minute ago, I was in San Diego."

"I was in L.A.," Emily added.

Jake turned to them. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I went to sleep last night in Afghanistan."

"Let me take a wild guess: you three are both twenty-three?" Everyone but Emily nodded.

"No," Emily muttered.

"We all are. And we all have abilities," Sam trailed off as his eyes fell on Emily. "Wait, hold on, did you just say 'no'?"

"Uh…" Emily pulled one arm to her side and rubbed it with her other hand. "Yeah, I-I did."

"What?" Jake asked.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"Seventeen," Emily admitted.

"You're only seventeen? You're just a kid." One of the people with Sam asked. He raised a hand inside his jacket pocket. "Andy, by the way."

"Ava," the other woman added.

"Do you at least have an ability you discovered a little over a year ago?" Sam asked. "Things you didn't think were possible?"

"I mean, I had powers," Emily explained. "But it wasn't a year ago."

"What kind of powers did you have? I have visions. I see things before they happen."

"Yeah. Me, too," Ava added.

"Yeah, and I can put thoughts into people's heads. Like, make them do stuff. But don't worry, I don't think it works on you guys," Andy quickly added. "Oh, but get this," he stood between the two groups on the steps. "I've been practicing. Training my brain, like meditation. So now, it's not just thoughts I can beam out, but images, too. Like, anything I want. Bam! People, they see it. This one guy I know – total dick, right? I used it on him: gay porn. All hours of the day." He let out a laugh. "It was just like … you should have seen the look on his face." Andy trailed off as Emily and the others looked at him unamused. "Uh… okay."

"So you go, Simon says, 'Give me your wallet,' and they do?" Lily snapped. She turned to Sam. "You have visions? That's great! I'd kill for something like that."

"Lily, listen, it's okay—" Sam was cut off.

"No. It's not." Lily held up a hand. "I touch people? Their hearts stop. I can barely leave my house. My life's not exactly improved. So, screw you. I just wanna go home." She turned to leave.

"And what, we don't?" Jake asked condescendingly.

Lily stormed back, jabbing a finger in Jake's face. "You know what, don't talk to me like that, not right—"

"Hey, guys, please," Sam cut in. "Look, whether we like it or not, we're all here, and so we all have to deal with this." He paused. "Wait, Emily, I just realized you didn't have a chance to tell us what powers you have."

"Telekinesis," Emily explained. "But I don't have them anymore."

Everyone looked at her curiously.

"What do you mean you don't have them anymore?" Jake asked.

"I had these powers when I was a kid," Emily explained. "But when I was about twelve or maybe thirteen, they were just—" she snapped her fingers, "-gone."

Sam raised an eyebrow at her. "How long did you have them?"

"I was born with them."

Ava looked at her in shock, as did everyone else. "I'm sorry, what?"

Emily shrugged.

"I don't understand," Sam said. "Why are you so different from all of us?"

"I don't know," Emily answered, her breath shaking. Should she tell them the rest of what was running through her mind?

"So whatever brought us here, for some reason, brought you too?" Jake asked.

Andy rotated side to side on his heels. "Actually, while we're on that," he raised a hand. "Who brought us here?"

"It's less of a 'who,'" Sam explained. "It's more of a 'what'.

"What does that mean?" Ava asked.

"It's a-," Sam hesitated a lot, shifting back and forth on his feet as he tried to figure out how to word what he was about to say, "-it's a demon."

Almost everyone looked at him in shock. Lily turned away and let out a breath of disgust. Emily tried to make it look like she wasn't expecting that answer.

"Look," Sam continued, "demons, ghosts, those things in your nightmares? They're real. Now, my brother, Dean, and I hunt them. Okay? Ghosts, werewolves, vampires, and, more recently, demons. I don't know exactly why we've been chosen and given these powers, but I know it's something big, like apocalypse big."

It was Jake's turn to scoff as he paced across the porch. "So, we're soldiers in a demon war to bring on the Apocalypse?"

"When you put it like that—"

Jake cut Sam off. "And- and we've been picked?"

"Yes."

"Why us?"

"I'm not sure, okay?" Sam made his way up the stairs while the others looked on. "But look, I just know—"

"Sam," Ava spoke, her voice trembling, "I'm sorry. Psychics and spoon-bending is one thing, but demons?"

"Look, I know it sounds," Sam snapped, "crazy, but—"

"It doesn't just sound it," Jake snapped back.

Sam cut him off. "I don't really care what you think, okay? If we're all gathered here together, then that means it's starting and that we've gotta—"

Jake stepped down, getting eye level with Sam. "The only thing I've gotta do is stay away from wackjobs, okay? I've heard enough. I'm better off on my own. And, FYI, so are you."

Jake pushed past the group and walked away.

"Jake, hold on," Sam tried to get his attention. "Jake!"

Emily's heart was racing. She could practically hear and feel it beating in her chest, drowning out every other sound around her.

"Hey, kid?"

Emily thought she had heard someone calling her, but maybe she hadn't. It sounded muffled and distant. She jumped as Sam touched her shoulder, bringing her back to reality.

"Sorry," Sam said, holding up his hands.

"Sam, she's just a kid," Ava said, trembling. "I just–I don't get it. What is she doing here with all of us?"

"I don't know," Sam admitted. "But we need to keep her safe."

"Safe?" Emily asked with a tiny voice. "Sam, am I going to die here?"

"No," Sam snapped. He turned to the group. "None of you are."

A faint scream from Jake got almost everyone moving. Sam took off running towards the sound, and a moment later, Ava and Lily did the same.

"Come on." Andy held out a hand. "It'll be okay."

Hesitating, Emily finally grabbed Andy's hand and let him pull her up to her feet, and they ran towards where the others had gone.

Reaching a schoolhouse a couple of buildings down, they found Ava and Lily standing outside the door. Just as Andy and Emily reached them, a cloud of black smoke left the room above their heads.

"Just so you know?" Sam addressed the group. "That was a demon." He went outside, staring everyone down as he went. "Now, that thing," he said, "I'm not sure, but I think it was an Acheri. A demon that disguises itself as a little girl. That still doesn't tell us where we are."

Andy stood nearby, muttering to himself.

Sam frowned. "Andy, are you with me or what?"

"Give me a minute," Andy stuttered out. "I'm still working through 'Demons are real.'"

Emily stayed silent throughout the conversation, still reeling from being in a fictional world. She followed the group until they stopped at a large, rusty bell hanging from a wooden structure with moss growing in the cracks.

"I've seen that bell before," Sam recalled. "I think I know where we are now." He turned to face the rest of the group. "Cold Oak, South Dakota. A town so haunted, every single resident fled."

"Swell," Ava said sarcastically. "Good to know we're somewhere so historical."

Lily scoffed. "Why in the world would that demon or whatever put us here?"

"I'm wondering the same thing," Sam muttered.

The world seemed to muffle around Emily as the reality of everything around her finally sank in. The only thing she could fully hear was her own heartbeat pounding in her chest and her labored breath. Was she dreaming she was in a T.V. show? No. With everything going on around, she would have woken up by now if she was. Dead? Dead and somehow in a T.V. show? But she can't be dead, right? Did she die in her sleep? She can't have it; there's no way that could be true. She…she can't be….right?

Emily jumped, letting out a small yelp as someone grabbed her hand.

"Hey," she heard Sam ask, "are you okay?"

Emily looked up at him. "I—I just—" her voice shook when she tried to speak. She looked around at the group. Everyone was staring at her, confusion plastered on their faces. She looked back at Sam. "I'm sorry," she whispered. I can't do this."

Before anyone could stop her, Emily had run off. Ignoring the yells of everyone trying to call her back. She didn't know where her feet were taking her, but she kept going, finally turning a corner and entering a shack.

The floorboards creaked as she walked in. She didn't go far inside, only far enough to turn around and sit against the wall by the door, pulling her knees close and resting her head on them. The group she left behind was calling out to her, getting louder as they got closer.

"Emily?" Sam asked softly from the doorway. "You okay?"

Emily shook her head, not lifting it. She heard Sam walk up and crouch down next to her. "I shouldn't be here." She lifted her head but kept staring at the ground before her.

"None of us should be here." Sam sighed. There was a pause before he spoke again. "Do you have any siblings?"

Emily let out a chuckle. She knew what he was doing, trying to change the subject, but asking about her family was hilarious. "I don't even have parents," she told him, finally looking up. I grew up in foster care. I was supposed to age out in a couple of months."

The color flushed from Sam's face. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered out. "I didn't know."

Emily shrugged. "Why would you?" She sighed. "I never even knew my parents. Their names, pictures, anything. I was just left on the step of a foster home with no note or anything." She scoffed. "Not even so much as a blanket with my birth name. Just left in the cold on a step in the middle of the night. Emily was the name my foster mom decided on. Same with my birthday. She just guessed that since I was roughly six months old."

Shock flashed across Sam's face. "You were six months old?"

Emily nodded. "Yeah, that's what I said. April 17th was when I was found, so October 17th is my unofficial birthday."

"Six months old is when Azazel visited everyone," Sam said to himself.

"Do you know what date it is?" Emily asked before she could stop herself.

"April 29th."

Emily looked back at the ground. It was now or never. "Sam, I need to tell you something."

Sam shifted next to her. "Yeah," he said. "Go for it."

She closed her eyes, trying to decide how to word what she wanted to say. After opening and closing her mouth several times, she finally spoke. "Maybe I shouldn't," she decided. "You're not gonna believe me anyway. I don't even believe me or if it's true."

"I'll believe you."

Emily sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you." She turned to face Sam directly. "Just please don't say anything until I'm done. Okay?"

Sam nodded.

She took a deep breath and spoke. "When I went to bed last night. It was August 20th, not April 29th. I had my laptop on my bed, still open from a T.V. show I had been in the middle of before leaving to hang out with friends." She took another breath and continued, feeling her heartbeat start pounding in her chest. "A show called Supernatural about these brothers named Sam and Dean Winchester who go around the states hunting supernatural creatures."

There was an exceptionally long pause, and Emily feared Sam would start laughing at her.

"What are you saying?" He asked instead.

Emily shook her head. "I don't know what I'm saying," she admitted. "I thought I was in a dream when I saw you, but I would have woken up by now if I was. So then I thought maybe I died somehow in my sleep, but that makes absolutely no sense. So…I don't know. I don't know what I'm saying. I don't know if I can get home. O-or-"

Sam stopped her, grabbing her hand. "Hey, hey, okay. We're gonna figure this out. Knowing my brother, he's out looking for me right now. And if we can survive until then, I promise we'll get you home."

Emily couldn't tell if Sam believed her, but she nodded anyway. "I'm gonna hold you to that," she joked, trying to ease the tension.

The two stood up and exited the shack to find the others waiting outside.

"Is she okay?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, she'll be okay," Sam answered. He clapped his hands together to get everyone back on track. "Alright. We're looking for iron, silver, and salt. Any kind of weapon."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Salt is a weapon?"

Sam shrugged. "It's a brave new world."

"Well, hopefully, there's food in your world because I'm frickin' starving."

The group made their way to one of the abandoned houses. The whole way, Emily felt as if everyone's eyes were being drilled into the back of her head. They wanted to know everything. Of course, they did: why had this child with no powers been brought to this town with a group of adults with powers, and why was she so different from them? Maybe they thought she was behind this?

Sam looked around the house and nodded. "Alright. We should split up; we'll be able to search this place faster." He turned back to the group. "Remember: anything iron, silver, or salt is our best bet."

Emily trailed off to the room to the left. Her eyes darted to the back corner. Sticking out the ashes of an old, dusty fireplace was an iron poker. She quickly grabbed it, turning it over and over in her hand.

She was about to rejoin the others when she spotted a book lying facedown on the floor. She held her hand and tried to focus on the book, willing for even a single page to move.

"Emily?" Sam broke her out of her concentration. "What are you doing?"

Emily sighed as she lowered her arm. "Something stupid."

"You were trying to get your powers to work, right?"

"Like I said," Emily retorted, "something stupid." She sighed. "I just thought, or a part of me thought, maybe, being here-"

"They would come back," Sam finished for her.

Emily sighed before reluctantly nodding.

"Hey, listen, once this is over and we get out of here, I'll talk to Dean and see about you staying with us or Bobby until we can get you home."

Emily was taken aback. "You'd do that?"

Sam leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. "Well, you don't have anywhere to go right now, right? I'm not just gonna leave you on the side of the road."

Emily gave a small smile. "Thanks."

"You guys! I found something!"

A shout from upstairs brought Sam and Emily back to the current task. They rejoined the group as Andy ran downstairs holding two large bags.

"Salt!" Andy exclaimed.

"That's great, Andy," Sam praised. "Now, we all can-" he suddenly trailed off as he realized something. "Where's Lily?"

Emily looked around, just not noticing Lily hadn't been with them. How long she had been missing, Emily didn't know. But she did know Lily needed to be found quickly.

"Lily?" Ava called out

"Lily!" Sam called in a loud voice that made everyone jump.

A little girl giggling outside caught everyone's attention. Emily followed the group outside and followed their gazes to the water tower, where Lily's limp body hung by a noose at the top.

Emily slapped a hand over her mouth in shock. A body. A dead body. Her heart started pounding again as she felt herself unable to look away. Sure, she had seen several bodies on T.V., but it was very different from seeing one in real life. Was that what would happen to her if they didn't solve this?

"Oh, my God!" Ava started crying and panicking. "Okay, that's officially…" She turned to Sam and grabbed his arm. "Sam, she's dead! She's dead! You said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That's killed!" She started walking away. "Okay, we have to get out of here."

"Stop," Sam quickly ordered.

"Yeah, I second that emotion," Andy said, raising a hand.

"Not sure that's an option," Jake said.

"What?"

"Lily was trying to leave," Sam explained. "The demon's not gonna let us get away that easy. We've gotta gear up for the next attack."

"Oh, gear up?" Ava asked, sounding even more terrified.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Sam, look at me," Emily gestured. Do you see how small I am? I can't fight anything, let alone a demon!"

"Yeah," Ava agreed, "I'm not a soldier. I can't do that!"

"Well, if you wanna stay alive, you're gonna have to." He started walking back to the center of town. "Let's go."

"I'll get her down," Jake offered.

Emily looked back at Lily's body, frozen in place at the sight of it. It was so…so real. Something like this in a dream would have made her wake up at the sight of it. Which meant she was definitely awake. Awake and in a dangerous world where she can be killed around every corner.

"Emily!" Sam called out. "Why don't you stick close to me, okay? I'll keep you safe."

Emily hesitated a little before turning from Lily. "Yeah." She made her way to Sam and Andy. "Yeah, that's probably smart."

"Andy managed to contact Dean," Sam explained as Emily approached. "Hopefully, he got the message and can find us."

"And hopefully soon," Emily added.

"Most of us still need to find a weapon. You still got that iron poker?"

Emily held the poker up. "Right here."

Sam nodded. "Good. Keep a hold of it always, even if you fall asleep. You don't want to be searching around for it if a demon comes for you."

Emily nodded. "Yeah, I know. They're pretty fast."

"Right-"Sam trailed off.

Emily sighed. She knew what that meant. "Look, I know you don't believe me about that show I mentioned about you and Dean."

"I didn't-"

"You didn't have to," Emily cut him off. "I may be technically still a kid, but I notice things. Whenever someone doesn't believe me, they all do the same thing. The long, drawn-out 'right,' a little 'mmh hhm,' or a sarcastic 'mmmhhh'. It doesn't matter who I'm living with at the time. That's the sign for me that whoever I'm talking to doesn't believe what I just told them."

"I just-"

Emily cut Sam off again. "Look, what can I do to prove it? Ask me anything about your hunts."

Sam suddenly looked like he had an idea. "If your powers aren't working, Andy's should work on you."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "You want Andy to use his powers to make me tell you the truth? Sam, ask me something that I, in no way, should know. Your parents' names, the day your mother died, what freaking college you went to! It's all in the show!"

Sam sighed, folding his arms as well. "Alright. What are the answers to all that stuff you mentioned?"

"Your parents are John and Mary Winchester. Your mother died burning the ceiling when you were exactly six months old on November 2nd." She took a breath. "Dean is four years older than you, and when you were 22, you left for Stanford while Dean stayed behind to continue hunting the supernatural because you wanted out of the lift. But about a year or so ago, Dean came to get you from Stanford because your guys' dad was missing, and Dean needed help finding him." She crossed her arms. "Want me to keep going? Cause I can and I will."

"Uh, no, that-that's alright," Sam said in shock.

"But if you need more proof than that," Emily added, "you can ask Andy."

Sam shook his head. "I don't need to. You've either been following me my entire life, even before you were born, or you're telling the truth. Which just makes me even more compelled to help you." He unfolded his arms. "I meant what I said earlier. You can stay with Dean and me or Bobby once we explain everything to them."

Emily gave a small smile. "Thanks."

Sam looked up at the sky. "It's getting pretty dark," he noticed. "We should see how the others are getting on."

Emily nodded as she followed Sam to the barn with wide-open doors.

They found Jake inside the barn, looking at the tractors and metal machinery. He turned when they entered. "Just trying to find some iron," he explained.

Sam nodded and started looking around. "Here," he pointed to some bars attached to one of the machines, "those should work."

Emily hung back as Sam struggled with his iron bar, flipping her iron poker around in her hands. Jake walked up to Sam and tore a bar off like it was nothing.

Sam stopped, staring at Jake in shock.

"He did the same thing with the door when we first woke up," Emily said, getting closer to the two men.

Jake chuckled. "I'm not Superman or anything. It's no big deal." He started rotating his iron bar in his hands.

"You were in Afghanistan when this started?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I started getting headaches," Jake confirmed. "And then there was this accident. This guy flipped his vehicle on a bad road. He got pinned underneath." He scoffed. "I lifted it off him like it was nothing. Everybody said it was a fluke adrenaline thing."

Sam nodded in understanding. "But then you did it again, right?"

Jake nodded. "Bench-pressed 800 pounds, stone-cold calm. I never told anybody, of course. It was just too crazy."

"Yeah." Sam chuckled. "Crazy's relative."

"I'm starting to get that."

"Yeah." Sam leaned against a pole.

Emily spotted Andy and Ava walking back to the house. "Hey, you mind if I head back to the house with Andy and Ava?" She asked Sam.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, go for it."

"You need a bar before you leave?" Jake asked.

Emily held up her iron poker. "Already got something."

"It might be a good idea to have another," Sam said, "just in case."

Emily nodded. "Okay, then." She turned to Jake. "I hate to ask, but…uh-"

Jake chuckled. "Don't worry about it." He tore another bar off the machine and handed it to Emily.

"Thanks." Emily took the bar and held it with the poker. "I'll see you guys in a few." With that, she turned and made her way back outside.

There was a pause before Jake spoke again. "By the way, I appreciate what you're doing here."

"What am I doing?" Sam asked.

The rest of the conversation was lost as Emily got farther away. She followed Andy and Ava inside the house and placed her iron item on a small table, announcing.

"Sam and Jake are still coming, right?" Ava asked.

Emily nodded. "They're getting a few things from the barn, and then they'll be right here."

Ava breathed a sigh of relief. "Good." She started pacing the room. "Good." She sat down on a bed, her leg still shaking.

Sam and Jake ran into the room, and Sam closed the door.

"Alright." Sam turned to Andy. "You still got the salt?"

Andy picked one of the bags next to his feet and held it up. "Right here."

Sam nodded. "We'll need to line all the windows and doors with salt."

A look of confusion flashed across Andy's face. "With salt?" he repeated.

Sam nodded. "Believe it or not, salt acts like a barrier for things like demons, ghosts, and other Supernatural beings. They can't cross it, so it can keep it out of a room or contained in one area." He looked around the room. "If we pour salt along the door and windows, we should sleep tonight safely."

"Sleep?" Ava whined out. "You want us to sleep?"

"You're gonna have to at some point," Sam pointed out. "But if anyone wants to stand guard, they can. We can take shifts." He picked up one of the salt bags. "One of you can take the other bag. Remember, doors and windows. And don't leave any gaps."

Emily sat in one of the chairs as Ava reluctantly picked up a bag of salt. She watched as Sam lined the door and Ava lined the window.

"My horoscope said I shouldn't have gotten out of bed." Ava scoffed as she leaned on a small table. "How are you two doing? Holding up?"

Sam shrugged. "I'm okay."

Emily raised a thumb. "Peachy," she muttered.

"What about you?" Sam asked.

"Not so okay." Ava's voice started to break. "Why us, Sam? What did we do to deserve this?"

"Just lucky, I guess."

"If it wasn't for bad luck, we'd have no luck at all." Ava sighed. "I just can't wait for this all to be over so I can just pretend it never happened. I just wanna curl up with Brady and watch bad T.V."

Sam tapped his foot and shifted uncomfortably.

"What is it?"

Sam shook his head and shifted again.

"Sam … do you know something that I don't?"

Sam reluctantly sighed. "Look, Ava… I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to tell you this."

"Tell me what?"

"When the demon broke into your house to take you-" Sam stood up, taking Ava's hands "-your fiancée didn't make it. I'm sorry."

Tears started to well up in Ava's eyes. "No, that's…no!"

Sam held Ava for several minutes while she sobbed into his chest. In that time, the others returned from salting the doors and windows around the rest of the house.

"I'll take the first watch," Jake offered.

Sam nodded and turned to the others. "Alright. The rest of us should try to get some sleep. We don't know what lies ahead tomorrow."

Reluctantly, everyone looked around for a place to sleep for a bit. Emily found an armchair in the corner of the room. Only then did she realize how tired she was as she curled up in it. She didn't want to sleep, though, no matter how much her body wanted to. She felt her eyes close and open a few times until she saw a man standing by the doorway behind Jake.

Jerking up, Emily quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Andy was asleep at the table, while Ava had made herself look smaller in a chair at the end. Sam had fallen asleep in a random corner, and Jake still stood in the doorway, not paying any attention to the person behind him.

"Sam!" Emily called out. "Jake!" But they didn't respond. She turned back to the man. "Who are you?"

The man flashed a smile. "I think you know." He closed his eyes, opening them again to reveal yellow eyes.

Emily gulped. "Azazel. You're Azazel." She realized. She looked around at the group again. "And I'm dreaming."

Azazel smirked. "Smarter than you seem."

"What are you doing here?" Emily asked.

"Walk with me," Azazel said, turning around and leaving the room.

Emily hesitated a moment. Would the demon do anything to her if she refused to follow him?

Deciding it was better to follow Azazel, she followed the demon out of the house, keeping a safe enough distance away from him.

"What do you want?"

"Oooh!" Azazel laughed. "Big talk for someone who still hasn't gotten over that she's not in Kansas anymore." He turned to face her. "I've been looking for you, Amelia Jones."

Emily frowned, staring at the demon for what felt like an eternity. "Who?"

Azazel snarled. "I supposed whoever had you hidden away all these years would have also changed your name." He grabbed her by the shoulders. "Come on, I want to show you something."

Azazel turned and walked away again. The moment Emily started following, she found herself in a living room. Sitting on a small couch was a couple, laughing at something that had been said earlier.

"It happened again," the man said, his expression suddenly serious.

The woman cocked her head to the side. "What did?"

"Things started floating when she was laughing."

"Oh." The women trailed off, turning to stare at the floor. "We'll get through this," she assured him. "She'll get older, and we'll teach her how to control it."

"Blah, blah, blah," Azazel interrupted, reminding Emily that this wasn't happening at that moment but merely a memory. Let's go to something a little more interesting, shall we?" The demon flicked a hand, and the scene seemed to fast-forward before her.

"Oh," the Azazel flicked his hand again, "now this looks interesting."

Emily suddenly found herself at the top of a staircase, looking down at the same couple, facing a strange man. The woman was between her husband and the man snarling at them.

"Go to Amy," the woman ordered.

The man looked taken aback. "What? No," he protested, grabbing her arm, "Jessica, I'm not leaving you!"

"Listen to your wife," the intruder ordered, his eyes turning black.

Emily was even more confused now. Black eyes? She knew demon eyes typically were black, but if Azazel was showing her the moment her parents died, why was it just an average demon? Why not him like the others?

The woman, who Emily now knew as Jessica, turned to the man. "I'll be okay," she tried to reassure him. She kissed him on the lips before pushing him further up the stairs. "Keep Amelia safe for me."

'Amelia,' Emily repeated in her head. Was that her birth name?

The scene changed again. This time, the man was leaning over a baby's crib in a nursery. There was a loud thud underneath them, and the man let out a shuddering breath.

"Amy, Dada loves you," his eyes welled up with tears. "Mama loves you. I hope you'll do great things." The door squeaked open. "I just wish I could be there to see it all."

Emily turned to the door to see the demon standing in the doorway.

Amelia's dad slowly stood up. "You won't-"

Emily gasped as the demon flicked a hand, and the man's neck snapped. He flopped forward into the crib, with his face towards the now screaming baby.

Azazel pointed. "Watch now. This is my favorite part!"

As if she couldn't look away, Emily kept watching the scene. The demon started to approach the crib as the lights began to flicker. He started to quiet the baby, but the lights continued flickering. They got more rapid until the demon was thrown back, breaking a dresser in pieces. Emily watched as the demon struggled against something that seemed to pin him against the wall.

"What?" Emily asked herself. She turned back to the baby. Was she doing this?

At this point, the baby was practically screeching. A few things had fallen off the wall, and the ceiling fan was flickering and swaying so much that it looked like it would fly off.

Then it got eerily silent. There was no more screaming baby, not even a whimper. The lights stopped swaying around. The baby in the crib was gone, as if she wasn't even there in the first place.

"You know," Azazel said as the demon in the scene turned to smoke and left through the window. I never really figured out where you went all those years ago." He turned to Emily. Where were you this whole time?"

Emily stayed silent, folding her arms across her chest, trying not to make herself look as terrified as she was.

Azazel scoffed. "Tough girl, huh?" He moved closer. "Consider yourself lucky today. But I will find out eventually. Even if I need to rip the flesh off your bones to get the information."

The demon snapped his fingers, and Emily woke up with a start, back in the old house.

"Emily!" Sam was crouching down in front of her. "We gotta go. Ava's gone."

Still reeling from what she had just witnessed, Emily stuttered out. "Oh, uh, okay." And quickly followed Jake and Sam outside.

The three of them ran outside.

"I'll take the barn and the hotel," Jake said quickly. "You take the houses."

Sam nodded. "All right. Emily, you're with me. Meet back here in ten minutes, okay?"

"Okay."

"Sam, I need to tell you something," Emily said as they ran to the closest house.

"Can it wait?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure," Emily admitted. "Azazel came to me while I was sleeping."

Sam paused for a moment. "Did he tell you anything?"

"I mean, not exactly." Emily rubbed her head. "He just showed me something."

"What?"

"I think it was-" Emily paused for a moment, "-my parents being killed."

Sam led her inside the house. "Oh. Uh, are you okay?"

Emily nodded. "I mean, I think so. It was weird, though. The yellow-eyed demon didn't kill them. It was just a normal black-eyed demon in the scene who killed them."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked as they ran around the rooms. "Ava!" He called out.

"Ava! Are you here!" Emily called out as well. "I'm positive," she told Sam. "Just normal demon black eyes. But there was something else too."

"Hold on," Sam poked his head into the final room. "She's not in here. We should check the other houses quickly."

Emily followed Sam back downstairs and back outside. "But there was something else. The baby, who I'm only assuming was me, started screaming and-"

"Woah, hold on." Sam stopped as a shrill scream sounded from the house they had first come from.

Emily and Sam exchanged a glance before running back to the house. Inside, they found Ava pointing at Andy's dead body in the same room they had just left.

"Sam! I just found him like this!" Ava cried out, tears streaming down her face.

Emily felt her breath start to shake. "It was Ava," she whispered. She remembered that now. She must have forgotten something that could have saved Andy and maybe Lil with everything going on.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

Ava kept crying. "I don't know!"

Sam started walking around the room, examining the exits. "How'd that thing get in?" He stopped as if realizing something. "Where were you?"

"I just went to get some water from the well," Ava explained. "I was only gone maybe, like, two minutes!"

"You shouldn't have gone outside. Ava, we have to stay in here-"Sam suddenly stopped, pointing to the window. "Who did that?"

Emily glanced over to the window, where the salt line had been broken.

"I don't know, maybe Andy—"

Sam cut her off. "Andy wouldn't do that." Ava, that line wasn't broken when I left."

Ava started shaking as Sam stared at her.

"Ava…"

"What? You don't think that I—"

Emily started to back away, her breath still shaking. Would Ava send the demon after her or Sam next? Or both of them?

"I'll tell you what I think," Sam cut her off, "five months. You're the only one with all that time you can't account for." He started walking forward, causing Ava to stumble back. "And that headache you got? Right when the demon got Lily."

"What are you trying to say?"

"What happened to you?"

"Nothing!" Ava repeated.

Sam stared Ava down for a minute. Finally, she started smiling, no longer shaking at the dead body that lay between them.

Ava started chuckling. "Had you going though, didn't I?" She wiped her tears away. "Yeah. I've been here a long time. And not alone, either. People just keep showing up. Children like us. Batches of three or four at a time."

"You killed them?" Sam asked in disbelief. "All of them?"

Ava shrugged. "I'm the undefeated heavyweight champ."

"Oh, my God."

"Don't think God has much to do with this, Sam," Ava said jokingly.

Emily was pressed against the wall now, terrified, hoping Ava wouldn't suddenly decide to send her demon friend towards her.

"How could you?" Sam asked.

Ava nodded thoughtfully. "I had no choice." She shrugged. "It's me or them. After a while, it was easy. It was even kind of fun. I just stopped fighting it."

"Fighting what?"

"Who we are, Sam. If you'd just quit your hand-wringing and open yourself up, you have no idea what you can do." Ava snapped her fingers. "The learning curve is so fast, it's crazy, the switches that just flip in your brain." She started to laugh. "I can't believe I started out just having dreams. Do you know what I can do now?"

"Control demons."

Ava smirked. "Ah, you are quick on the draw." She put her hands on her head. "Yeah, I'm sorry, Sam. But, it's over."

Emily watched in horror as a cloud of black smoke started to enter the room, using the space Ava had left for it, and Sam readied his pipe.

Jake seemed to come from nowhere as he appeared behind Ava. She gasped as he snapped her neck, killing her instantly and causing the demon to disappear.

Emily stared at the body. "Okay," she finally spoke. "I think I've seen enough dead bodies in my lifetime."

Sam was still standing, shocked at Jake, who merely shrugged.

"It was her or us."

Sam stood up straighter. "Come on," he turned to Emily, "let's get out of here." He led them back outside. "I think we can make it out of here now."

"But the Acheri demon…" Jake began.

Sam cut him off. "No, no, no. Ava was summoning it, controlling it," he explained. "It shouldn't come back now that she's dead. We gotta go."

Jake stopped, pulling out a pocket knife. "Not "we," Sam. Only one of us is getting out of here. I, I'm sorry."

Emily felt her breath get shaky again. "Jake, please. Don't."

"What?" Sam asked.

"I had a vision," Jake explained. "That Yellow-Eyed Demon or whatever it was, he talked to me. He told me how it was."

"No, Jake, listen," Sam said frantically. "You can't listen to him."

"S-Sam, he's not letting us go." Jake was almost yelling now. "Only one. Now, if we don't play along, he'll kill us both. Now, I-I like you, man. I do. But do the math here. What good's it do for both of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon. I can kill the bastard."

"You come with me. We can kill him together."

"How do I know you won't turn on me?" Jake asked. He turned to Emily. "Either of you. I mean, you act all scared, but are you?"

"Yes!" Emily cried out. "Yes, I really am this scared about everything going on. How can I not be?"

"I won't betray you," Sam insisted.

Jake turned back to him. "I don't know that."

"Okay, look." Sam pulled out his knife and showed it to Jake before placing it on the ground. "Just come with me, Jake. Don't do this. Don't play into what it wants."

Jake paused momentarily and seemed to consider placing his knife down as well. Instead, he flipped it around several times and stared back at Sam. "Nah."

Before Emily could even blink, Jake had turned back around, jabbing his knife into her side.

"No!" Sam yelled before Jake punched him across the field.

Emily let out a pained gasp as Jake's knife stuck out of her. She touched the knife, instantly regretting it as a searing heat and electric shock radiated from the wound. Blood began to seep through her fingers, and she struggled to stay conscious. Every minuscule movement caused the knife to shift, starting the cycle of pain over again.

'Don't pull it out. That's what's keeping you from bleeding out. Don't pull it out. That's what's keeping you-" Emily's repeated thought progress was interrupted as she took a step, and the knife shifted slightly.

Emily fell to her knees as her side started throbbing and glanced at Sam and Jake. They were fighting in a corral, only a few feet from where they had been standing. She watched Jake punch Sam in the arm and shoulder, knocking the hunter down.

"Sam-" Emily whispered.

Sam stood back up, groaning in pain as he held his dislocated shoulder. Jake swung at him again, but Sam managed to duck out of the way, causing Jake to punch a railing instead.

Emily watched as Sam kneed Jack several times in his stomach before kicking the man back through the wooden fence. She quickly dove out of the way, instantly regretting it and letting out a scream as the sheer electric feeling returned when the knife moved again.

Jake started stirring as Sam approached. Sam walked past him, clutching his arm to his side, and grabbed a pipe. He spun around, knocking Jake out with it as the man stood back up.

Sam approached Jake's body, raising the pipe above his head. He hesitated for a moment before dropping the pipe back down. He stood, catching his breath, before turning to Emily and noticing the knife sticking out of her.

"Okay," he said quickly, "you're gonna be okay. Alright? We'll fix you up and-"

"Sam!" a voice called from the woods.

Emily felt a rush of relief wash over her. "Dean," she whispered.

Sam stood up, still clutching his arm, and turned to Emily. "Wait here," he ordered. "Just wait there. I'll grab a medkit and fix you up."

Emily nodded, and Sam started staggering away. In the distance, she could see Dean and Bobby approaching with flashlights.

"Dean!" Sam sounded relieved.

Next to her, Jake suddenly woke up. He grabbed the knife he had stabbed Emily with, ripping it out of her.

Emily couldn't even fathom how much pain she was in. She let out a shrill scream as she clutched her side, trying to stop the blood that was now seeping through her shirt. Her vision blurred, and she could barely see Jake twist the knife around in Sam's back.

"Noooo!" Dean yelled.

Still clutching her side, Emily slowly stood up and slowly approached the others.

"No, Sam!" Dean cried out.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sam. Sam! Hey! Hey, hey. Come here. Let me look at you." He touched Sam's back, only to reveal a lot of blood when he looked at his hand again. "Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad," he lied. "It's not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam!"

Emily fell to the ground a few feet away, no longer able to withstand the pain coursing through her side.

"Help her," she heard Sam whisper.

"I got her," Bobby said, leaving Dean and Sam on the ground.

"Hey, listen to me," Dean continued. "We're gonna patch you up, okay? You'll be good as new. Huh?"

Bobby ran up to Emily. "Let me see it," he ordered, pointing at Emily's bloodstained t-shirt.

Emily painfully removed her hands from her side, and the blood started gushing out again. She lifted her shirt to reveal a large, gaping cut going from midway from her side to part of her stomach. She quickly covered it up with her hands again.

Bobby helped her to her feet. "Keep that covered." He handed her a cloth. "Here, this might work better than your hands."

Emily took the cloth and pressed it against her side.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Emily."

"Sam? Sam!" Dean cried out. "Sam! Sammy!"

"Oh shit." Bobby left Emily's side, running back to Sam and Dean.

"No. No, no, no," Dean started repeating frantically, "no, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God." He started rocking Sam back and forth. "Sam!"

Emily let out a groan as she fell back to her knees. She had lost a lot of blood. Almost too much. Her vision went blurry again before everything went dark.