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Devil's Trap; Part One
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"When today fails to offer the justification for hope, tomorrow becomes the only grail worth pursuing." -Arthur Miller

EMERY WAS PULLED CLOSER TO DEAN as he hung up the phone. Meg had answered instead of John, probably sending both boys into a worried frenzy.

That wasn't a good thing.

"They've got Dad," Dean announced, before he was letting go of Emery and rushing forward. He seemed to want to start pacing again.

"Meg?" Sam asked, Dean nodding in response. "What'd she say?"

"I just told you, Sammy! Okay," Dean ran a hand over his face.

Emery wiped the tears from her face, putting on her strong face. Her boys needed her.

"Okay," Dean repeated, before he picked up the Colt. He looked at it for a second, before he slipped it into his waistband at the back of his jeans.

"What are you going, Dean?" Sam asked. Emery already knew. All Dean every cared about was family, so he was going to try and get it back.

"We gotta go," Dean stated.

"Why?"

"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, alright? It knows we got the Colt." At this, Emery rushed forward and started packing up her stuff, slipping on her ruined leather jacket and grabbing her bag. "It's got Dad. It's probably coming for us next."

"Good."

So not good, Sammy, Emery thought.

"We still got three bullets left, let it come."

"Listen, Tough Guy, we aren't ready! Okay, we don't know how many of them are out there! Now, we're not good to anybody dead! We're leaving, now!"

They were on the road in no time, Dean speeding like he usually does. Sam looked angry, but right now Emery didn't care. She was with Dean on this one, even though she couldn't die.

She needed the Winchesters, just like a lot of other people did.

"I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him," Sam stated.

"What we need is this little thing called a plan, Sam," Emery said.

"They're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta find out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun," Dean added on. "What?"

"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade? Dad, he might be..."

"Don't!"

"I don't wanna believe it anymore than you, but if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing! We still have the Colt! We can still finish the job!"

"Screw the job, Sam!"

"Dean, I'm just trying to do why he would want! He would want us to keep going!"

"Quit talking about him like he's dead already! Listen to me! Everything stops till we get him back, you understand me? Everything!"

There was a tense silence for a minute, before Sam broke it. "So, how do we find him?"

"We go to Lincoln, start at the warehouse where he was taken."

"Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are gonna leave a trail?"

"You're right. We need help."

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Emery smiled when she noticed the familiar sign that belonged to the auto shop. As soon as the car stopped, the brunette was stumbling out of the car, and running into the house.

Bobby opened the front door just as Emery was about the open it. She flew into the older man's arms, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, before ushering her and the boys into his house.

They told Bobby their situation, and soon enough, the older man and them had devised a plan.

Emery and Sam were flipping through some lore as Dean and Bobby talked. It was easy enough to set the plan into motion, they were just waiting on a few small details.

"Bobby, this book, I haven't seen anything like it," Sam stated.

"Are you sure it's gonna work," Emery added as an after thought.

Bobby went on about the thing called a Devil's Trap.

"... I'll tell you something too, this is serious crap you three stepped in," Bobby stated.

"Yeah?" Sam said. "How's that?"

"Normally a year, I hear about three demonic possessions, maybe four tops."

"Yeah," Dean said.

"This year I heard about twenty seven," Bobby stated. Emery's eyes widened. She guessed the storm really was coming. "So far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us, a lot more."

"Do you know why?" Sam questioned.

"No, but I know it's something big. Storm's coming, you three, plus John, you're smack in the middle of it."

Bobby's dog started barking, the man going to the window to see why it started. He opened to shutter enough for him to see, before turning back to the three other hunters saying, "something's wrong."

"'By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes,'" Emery quoted, feeling the demon here. Poor Dog, he's probably dead.

Suddenly, Bobby's front door was kicked open and Emery recognized Meg doing the kicking.

"No more crap, okay?"

Dean opened the flask of holy water he had received from Bobby, walking forward. With her demon mojo, Meg flung him into a book shelf, his face going slack. Obviously unconscious or close to it.

Sam stepped in front of Bobby and Emery in front of them. She would much rather risk herself than see either of them die.

"I want the Colt, Em. Sam. The real Colt. Right now," Meg demanded.

They started backing away, closer to where Dean had been thrown.

"We don't have it on us," Sam stated. "We buried it."

"Didn't I say no more crap! I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I gotta tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun and then he leaves the real gun with you three chuckleheads."

Emery glanced up, seeing that they were so close into getting her into the trap. Just a few more steps.

"Lacklustre, man. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

Dean came up behind her and smirked at Emery, who did so in return. "Actually, we where counting on it."

"Look up, bitch," Emery spat.

Meg did as told, looking that she was in the centre of the Devil's Trap.

"Gotcha," Dean smirked.

After getting Meg a chair, tying her arms and legs to it, the three of them stood out of the circle.

"You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask," Meg stated. Emery sent her a glare.

Bobby walked into the room, screwing on the cap to his giant salt container. "I salted the doors and windows. If there were any demons out there, they ain't getting in now."

"Thanks, Bobby," Emery smiled at the old man as Dean stood up.

"Where's our father, Meg?" He demanded.

"You didn't ask very nice," she taunted him.

"Where's our father, bitch," Dean repeated.

"Geez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, I forgot, you don't."

Dean started yelling. "Hey, you think this is freaking game?! Where is he?! What did you do to him?!"

"He died screaming. I killed him myself."

Dean stared at her for a second until suddenly, he back handed her. Meg's head flew to the side thanks to the power of the hit, her letting out a gasp. She turned back to him, a smirk on her face.

"That's kind of a turn on, you hitting a girl. I bet Emery likes it just as rough," Meg stated.

Emery's eyes narrowed. She didn't leave, she didn't want to give Meg that satisfaction of getting to her. So instead, she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You're no girl."

"Dean," Bobby sprung forward. Emery stayed seated as he took them into the other room. Once they were out of hearing, Meg turns to her.

"Did you tell them yet? That you're supernatural, what you think you are? One of us? How do you think ole Dean boy's gonna take it? He'll probably leave your ass in the dirt."

Emery sent her a sickly sweet smile. "I don't think I'm anything like you. Speak of, did you tell Daddy goodbye? I can't wait to see his yellow eyes out of their sockets."

Meg bellowed in outrage just as Dean stepped through the door. Dean gave Emery a confused look as Emery saw from her peripheral vision. But the hunter just kept staring at the demon, smirk plastered on her face.

Dean walked forward a minute later, Sam following behind with a book open, Meg switched her gaze to the brothers.

"You gonna read me a story?"

"Something like that. Hit it, Sam."

Sam started chanting the Latin exorcism.

Meg smirked up at them. "An exorcism? Are you serious?"

"Oh, we're going for it, baby. Head spinning, projectile vomiting. The whole nine yards," Dean said, giving Meg a smirk.

Sam ends the verse, Meg's face contorting in pain. She turned her head to Sam, before saying, "I'm gonna kill you." Meg turned back to Dean, "I'm gonna rip the bones from your body."

"No, you're gonna burn in Hell! Unless you tell us where our dad is!" Dean answered. Meg didn't say anything. "Well, at least you'll get a nice tan."

Sam continued with the exorcism, Meg starting to shaking in her seat. It was obviously effecting her, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

After Sam continued a little more, Meg let out a grunt, breathing heavily. "He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat."

Sam continued as Dean leant down toward Meg. "For your sake, I hope you're lying. 'Cause if it's true, I swear to God! I will march into Hell myself, and slaughter every single last one of you sons of bitches, so help me God."

Suddenly, a thick book that had been left laying open's pages started flipping, going through them all. Sam glanced up, but kept going nonetheless.

"Where is he?" Emery asked, when Meg made another sound. She walked to beside Sam, her face stoic.

"You just won't take dead for an answer, will you?"

"Where is he!?" Dean asked, again.

"Dead!"

"No, he's not!" Dean was shouting again. "He is not dead, he can't be!"

Sam had stopped his chanting, looking at Dean with worry. Dean gave him a look, before saying, "what are you looking at? Keep reading!"

Emery took the book from Sam's hands and started chanting with Sam, who was reading over her shoulder.

Meg let out a yell of pain, her chair sliding to the edge of the circle. Momentarily, both Sam and Emery stopped, before they glanced at Dean and started chanting yet again. Her chair was sliding throughout the whole circle, until she finally yelled something.

"He will be!"

"Wait! What?" Sam and Emery stopped the exorcism at Dean's call.

"He's not dead, but he will be after what we do to him!"

"How do we know you're telling the truth?"

"You don't."

"Sam! Em!"

They were about to start reading, but Meg cut them off. "A building, okay! A building in Jefferson City."

"Missouri?! Where? Where? An address!"

"I don't know!"

Sam cut in, "and the demon, the one we're looking for, where is it?"

"I don't know, I swear!" Meg panted, looking like she was about to cry. "That's everything. That's all I know."

Emery and Sam looked at Dean for instructions.

"Finish it."

"What?! I told you the truth!"

"I don't care!"

"You son of a bitch, you promised!"

"I lied! Sam. Sam? Read!"

"We could still use her," Sam said, Emery staring at Meg. She didn't want to fight about this. "Find out where the demon is."

"She doesn't know!"

"She lied!"

"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped in there somewhere and we've gotta help her."

"You're gonna kill her," Emery and Bobby chimed in.

"What?"

"She fell from a building. Her body's broken. The demon's the only thing keeping her alive. Once it's gone, she'll only have a minute or two," Emery stated, still looking at Meg.

"Listen to me, all three of you, we aren't gonna leave her like this!"

"She is a human being!" Bobby tried.

"And we're gonna put her out of her misery! Sam, finish it."

Sam looked between the three, than back at Meg.

"Finish it!"

Sam took a deep breath, then followed the ordered. Meg squirmed and twitched in pain, her eyes looking like the pupil swallowed the whole thing.

As Sam finished the exorcism, Meg let out a yell, black smoke escaping her body. Once it was all gone, her body fell forward, before it started taking deep, slow breaths.

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With a sort of address, Dean drive the three of them to Jefferson City. Emery got her weapons ready, before she was follow the boys into an apartment building.

Sam had drew devil's traps on the Impala's trunk in white, much to Dean's dismay, before they had went to the building, demanding that Dean left the Colt.

She didn't know if he did, because she ignored the argument before.

Emery had been thinking of Meg, the feeling of running her hand through the girls hair in her final moments. After Dean had asked her questions, she had smiled down at the girl. "You have pretty eyes, you know that?" Meg gave her a weak smile, before she inhaled, but never exhaled.

Emery had been the one to pull the fire alarm, because she was not wearing some damn firefighter costume. After doing so, she hid in the apartment that was closest to the alarm, waiting for the knock they had planned.

It sounded in a couple minutes, Emery laughing when she noticed the two boys in their costumes.

As they were passing each door, checking for EMF, Dean stated, "I always wanted to be a firefighter when I grew up."

"You never told me that," Sam said, just as the EMF detector went off.

Emery hid from the peephole by pressing her back against the wall, Sam blocking her from view.

Dean's fist hammered on the door, before he shouted, "This is the fire department, we need you to evacuate!"

The demon's opened the door a second later, Dean and Sam pushing through, using the sprayers that were with the suits on the demons. They had filled them up with Holy Water.

The woman possessed screamed, as did the male, and Emery opened the closet door, signalling the boys to shove the demons in.

Once they got both demons in (which sent the coat rack to the floor) both Dean and Emery were holding it shut as Sam made a half circle around their feet, blocking the demons from coming out of the closet.

The boys stripped off the firefighter gear, before they quickly ran into the other room, carrying the bag.

John was bound to the bed, looking beaten. Dean rushed forward, mumbling a breathless Dad. Something wasn't right here, Emery felt it. She just didn't know what.

Dean was the one to say he was still breathing, before trying to make the older man wake up. When John didn't wake up, he pulled out his pocket knife, getting ready to cut the bindings.

"Wait, wait," Sam stopped him.

"What?" Dean sounded frustrated.

"He could be possessed for all we know," Sam stated.

"What? Are you nuts?"

"Dean, he's right," Emery stated. "We have to at least check."

Sam pulled out a flask of holy water, before spilling it on John's chest. It didn't seem to burn him and he didn't thrash awake, so that was a good sign.

Then why did Emery still have a bad feeling?

John's groaned, before lifting his head up. "Sam, why are you splashing water on me?"

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edited.

*kevin hart voice* it's about to go down.

i hope you enjoyed, i've been literally writing for like eight hours to finish season one.

almost there!

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