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Salvation; Part Two
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"Not all monsters do monstrous things." -Teen Wolf

EMERY WOKE UP TO THE JOHN'S voice saying "I want Emery to have a normal life. I want Mary back. I just want this to be over." Before she groaned, and she felt hands place themselves on her shoulders.

She was lifted up by Dean again, who had this weird look in his eyes, before she raised her eyebrows. "So, what's the plan?"

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After John explained everything, Emery was taken by Dean to go get the antique gun. After they found one that was pretty close to the original colt, they got back into the Impala and headed to the rendezvous.

Emery carved a pentagram into the handle, making it look as close to the original as she could. Dean's voice, however, made her pause.

"Did you and Sam kiss?"

Emery glanced up at him, "why would you say that?"

"Well, for one, he had your lip gloss on his lips and second, you've barely left his side. Are you guys a thing now?"

Emery sighed, running a hand over her face. Idiot. "No, we aren't a thing. We were pretending to be a married couple for the woman we met. And then Sam was in pain and I panicked, so I kissed him to distract him. I don't like your brother, Dean. He's practically family."

Dean nodded, the two of them falling into silence yet again. Emery finished the carving, just as they hit the dirt road they were supposed to meet the others at. They drove down it, the bumpiness making Emery glad she did the carving before they hit the road.

They drove down it, before coming to a stop with the sight of John and Sam closing John's weapon case. They got out of the Impala, walking towards the two.

"You got it?"

Emery pulled out the paper bag she had placed the gun in from her pocket, handing it to John. The man took it out of the bag, flipping it over and examining it.

"You know this is a trap, don't you?" Dean asked. "That's why Meg wants you to come alone."

"I can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded. Holy Water, Mandaic, amulets..."

"Dad," Dean interrupted his father, before latching his hand on to Emery's.

"What?"

"Promise me something."

"What's that?"

Dean squeezed Emery's hand. "If this thing goes south, just get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed, you're no good to us dead."

"Same goes for you," John said. "Listen to me, they made the bullets special for this colt." John pulled out the actual gun. "Only four of them left. Without them, this gun is useless... You make every shot count."

"Yes, sir," Sam answered and Emery gave Dean's hand a squeeze.

"Been waiting a long time for this fight. And now it's here, I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you guys now." There was a pause, John looking at the ground instead of looking between the three of them. He looked up, before saying, "it's your fight. You finish this. You finish what I started. You understand?"

"To Dad and his crusade?"

Emery shook the thought out of her head. John had a crusade and the man just passed it onto his sons.

The girl watched as John handed the Colt to Dean, before Sam spoke up, "we'll see you soon, Dad."

John nodded, smilingly proudly at Sam and Dean. He clamped a hand on Sam's shoulder, walking towards the driver's side of his truck. "I'll see you later."

The three watched John drive away, before Dean finally spoke up.

"Later."

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Hours later, the three hunters were sitting in the Impala, watching Monica and her husband. Sam was pitching ideas on how to get them out of the house, but Emery ignored them.

She couldn't sense the demon.

"We could always tell them the truth," Sam pitched.

"Nah," Dean said.

"I know, I know, I just... With what's coming for these people," Sam stated

"Sam, we only got one move and you know it, alright. We gotta wait for that demon to show itself, and we get it before it gets them."

"I wanna know what dad's doing."

"I'd feel a lot better if we were there, backing him up."

Sam huffed. "I'd feel a lot better if he were here backing us up."

And with that, they started watching again.

Emery got bored really easily and started tapping her fingers on the leather seat to pass the time. Her head was leant back against the seat, her eyes still on the house as she watched for any sign of the Demon.

She couldn't sense it, not yet at least, and she was hoping they had time to prepare themselves. This wasn't going to be easy.

"This is weird," Sam broke the silence again.

"What?" This time, Emery spoke up.

"After all these years, we're finally here. Doesn't seem real."

"We just got to keep our heads and do our jobs, like always," Dean spoke.

"Yeah, but this isn't like always."

"True."

"Dean, uh... I wanna thank you."

"For what?"

"For everything. You've always had my back and even when I couldn't count on anyone, I could count on you. And, I don't know, I just wanna let you know. Just in case. Same goes for you, Em. You've been a real good friend."

"Woah, woah, woah, you kidding me?"

"What?"

"Don't say just in case something happens to you, we don't wanna hear that freaking speech, man. Nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That son of a bitch ain't getting any older tonight, you understand me?

Dean took the words right out of Emery's mouth and she sent the two boys a smile in the rearview mirror. Of course, they didn't see it cause they were watching the house, but it was the thought that counted, right?

Emery loved her boys.

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Dean was on the phone, Sam watching the house, Emery picking at her nails when she felt it. That little gut wrench in her stomach. She wasn't listening to the talk about John, she knew they were worried.

Emery sat up straight just as the radio in the car turned on. The wind picked up as Emery scooted towards the Impala door. She quickly opened it, standing up before closing the door and leaning against the Impala.

If they asked, she would use the excuse that her legs were cramping.

They didn't ask.

Instead, they watched the lights flicker, before Emery heard Sam say, "it's coming."

The two boys got out of the car, before they were walking towards the house. Dean picked the lock and they entered the house quietly. Emery was in the front walking, when suddenly Monica's husband popped out of nowhere, screaming, "get out of my house!"

He swung wildly, hitting a lamp off the coffee table, before the wooden bat he was swinging landed in Emery's gut. She caught the bat in her winded state, wrenching it from his grip as Dean pushed him up against the wall.

"Mr. Holt, please!" Sam said.

"Be quiet and listen to me," Dean stated, catching the man's attention. "Be quiet and listen to me. We are trying to help you, 'kay."

Emery heard Monica yell down the stairs and she started towards them. It was obvious Charlie (Monica had shouted his name) was going to yell at her.

"Monica, get the baby!" And Emery was right.

"No, don't go in there!" Sam yelled, but Emery was already halfway up the stairs.

Emery got there just in time to see Monica be thrown against the wall. Emery glared at Yellow Eyes, before suddenly her back was painfully hitting the wall too.

Sam ran in a couple seconds later, pulling out the Colt. He looked at the Demon for a second, before he aimed the gun and shot. The demon's figure disappeared and suddenly Emery could move away from the wall.

"Get her out of here, Sam!" Emery yelled, ignoring how Sam yelled about where the demon went and Monica's sobs for her baby.

The hunter walked to the crib, scooping the baby out and then rushing towards the door. As soon as she got the baby out of the crib, it started on fire.

They got downstairs when Emery heard the nursery explode, her rushing Sam and Monica faster.

Charlie was beside Dean, a glare set on his face. "Get away from my family."

"Charlie, it's okay, they saved us, they saved us."

Monica took the baby from Emery, before walking into Charlie's arms.

"Thank you."

Emery smiled and nodded, before motioning to their house. "I'm, um, sorry about your house."

Monica waved it off and Emery turned towards it. In the flames licking at the nursery, she could see the black figure she knew to be the demon.

"It's still in there," Sam stated, before trying to run into the house. Both Emery and Dean latched onto him, preventing him from running in.

"No, Sam, no!" Dean shouted.

"Let me go! Let me go, it's still in there!"

"That place is burning to the ground, it's suicide!"

"I don't care!"

"I do!"

They all looked back, looking at the figure amongst the flames. Emery blinked and suddenly, the form was gone and she watched as the flames consumed more of the house.

They were back at the hotel room, Dean was trying to call John, Sam waited anxiously, while Emery just hopped out of the shower.

The girl wiped the steam from the mirror, looking at herself. The bruise that she got from Kate (the vampire) choking her was still there. Moving up her face, Emery noticed the way her cheeks had tightened around the bones and how pale she was.

She wasn't eating much.

She then noticed the bags under her eyes, the darkness looking like it was always there. Emery's eyes met her own in the mirror and she noticed it. That sparkle of fight that she had ever since she was twelve and she had watched the werewolf devour her family.

She didn't think it would ever go away.

The girl quickly got dressed before stepping out, Dean staring at his phone.

"If you would have just let me in there, I could have just ended all of this."

Sam. Emery wanted to deck him at that moment.

"Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life," Dean snapped.

"You don't know that."

"So, what? You're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?"

"Yeah. You're damn right I am!"

"Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen. Not as long as I'm around."

"What the hell are you talking about, Dean? We've been searching for this demon our whole lives."

Emery blinked, taken aback. Sam wasn't there anymore. Instead, she saw John standing in Sam's place, lecturing the older boy.

"It's the only thing we've ever cared about."

"Sam, I want it wasted, I do, okay? But it's not worth dying over!"

"What?"

"I mean it! If hunting this demon means you getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing!"

"That thing killed Jess!" There was a pause. Emery felt tears clouding her vision. Sam was practically his dad. "That thing killed mom!"

"You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone. And they're never coming back."

"And what difference would it make, even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone. And she isn't coming back."

Sam surged forward, slamming Dean against the pillar behind him. He was holding Dean there, shouting angrily, "don't you say that, not you! Not after all this, don't you say that!"

Dean looked at Sam for a second, before his face contorted with anger and he shoved Sam back against one of the columns on the bridge. The two looked at each other for a second, Dean taking a angry breath.

"Don't talk about her like that," He spat out, venom in his words.

"Sam, look," Dean whispered. "Four of us, that's all we have, that's all I have."

Emery was silently crying behind the boys. Somewhere in their fighting, she had sunk to her knees, silently sobbing as she watched them. They didn't notice and Emery felt like she was the smallest creature in the world.

She hated when her boys fought.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together, Man. And now you and Dad..."

Sam let go of Dean, before walking away mumbling one word.

Dad.

"He should have called by now. Try him again."

Dean had picked up Emery by now, clutching her closely to his chest, before grabbing his phone and trying again. He put it to his ear and Emery was close enough to hear the ringing.

It was answered on the second ring, a distinctively female voice answering, "You boys really screwed up this time."

"Where is he?" Dean asked, Emery clutching him tighter to her, simply because he needed the comfort too.

"You're never gonna see your father again."

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edited.

so that last part? yep, i cried.

i was winchestered.

last episode next, brace yourselves.