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Devil's Trap; Part Two

and now the last chapter of season one.
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"If you ain't scared, you ain't human." -The Maze Runner.

SAM LET OUT A CHUCKLE, EMERY smiling along with him. At least John was okay. That's all that matters.

"Hey, Dad, are you okay?" Dean asked, leaning over his father.

"They've been drugging me. Where's the Colt?" John asked.

So all he really cares about was the Colt?

"Don't worry, Dad, it's safe," Sam reassured, nodding his head.

Dean got to cutting him loose, John mumbling 'good boys.'

They were hauling John out, him being held up by Sam and Dean, Emery leading, when suddenly the door was slammed open. And in walked a firefighter with black eyes, followed by another man.

"Go back, go back," Emery shrieked, Sam and Dean haphazardly turning around. Emery closed the door, locking it just before an axe was slammed through it.

With wide eyes, Emery grabbed the salt and lined the door shakily as the axe was chopping through the door. Wood chips were flying and Emery screamed at the boys to go.

Dean was shouting at her to go, so she threw him the bag, before climbing out onto the fire escape. Emery salted the window sill too, for extra measures.

Once off the fire escape, successfully getting John down, Emery went to scout ahead. She walked past a parked van, Sam and Dean still holding John up, when she was tackled to the ground.

She got a look at the male demon before she felt her cheek get punched. And they kept coming. Each time, the back of her head smacked the cement as he delivered punch after punch.

"Em!" She faintly heard Dean yell, before her head hit the pavement again.

She faintly saw Dean kick the demon in the face, before he was sent flying. Then, another punch was delivered to her face.

Emery could feel the blood coming from her nose and mouth, but still she grunted as he punched. Until suddenly, there was a gunshot, the weight falling off of her torso.

"Em, come on, come on," She felt Dean pick her up by the jacket, but she just weakly whimpered.

Dean got her to her feet and she stared at the ground weakly. She realized she didn't have magic healing powers awhile ago. A.K.A, when John shot her and it was still bleeding after the fight they had. And plus, the bruise that was still around her neck.

"Sam, come on, we gotta get out of here!" Emery heard, before she was swept off her feet, her head rolling to the side.

Emery felt pathetic. She was too weak to keep her own head up and that made her feel like she was a baby.

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Later, after she got some rest and got her strength back thanks to a trip in the Impala, she was drinking water in the cabin, getting patched up by Dean as Sam salted any entrance/exit.

When she was all finished, which only took like ten minutes, Dean went to go check on John. Emery picked up a container of salt, before she started helping Sam.

About fifteen minutes later, Dean walked out of the room, wiping his hands on a towel. Emery was resting while having another glass of water, while Sam was anxiously sitting beside her, bouncing his knee up and down.

"How is he?" Sam asked, standing up.

"He just needs a little rest," Dean answered. "How are you, Em?"

Emery blinked, feeling her black eye sting. She looked at Dean. "I've had better days."

"Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do ya?" Sam asked, softly.

"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, we couldn't have found a more out of place way to hold up," Dean said, looking around the cabin.

"Yeah," Sam laughed, Emery joining in with a giggle.

Emery than realized something. "Hey, Dean, you, uh, you saved me back there. Thank you."

"Yeah, Dean, uh, I don't think Emery wanted to die."

"I bet your glad I brought the gun, huh?" Dean said, smirking.

"I think you just ruined the moment, Dean," Emery said. "Great job!"

"You're welcome," Dean said softly, smiling gently at the bruised girl.

He took notice of her bruise around her eye and the cut on her lip from her teeth when she was getting punched. Dean also took in the ivory skin and then the bruise that wrapped around half her neck.

This girl was bruised and broken and she still smiled at him like her world didn't suck ass.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there." Dean was looking at the ground. Sam, who had went to look out the window, turned to look at his brother. Emery, who was sat beside Dean, put a hand on his shoulder.

"You didn't have a choice, Dean," Sam consoled quietly.

Emery started to gently draw patterns into Dean's shirt cladded back.

"Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me."

"Then what does?" Emery asked, her voice soft as she leaned closer to Dean.

Dean swallowed thickly, "Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. For you, Sam, or Dad, the things I'm willing to do... or kill it's just, uh... It scares me sometimes."

Emery leaned her head on to Dean's shoulder, her hand still soothingly drawing patterns. Dean's arm slung across the girls shoulders and Emery shifted so she was more comfortable. Emery gave Dean a kiss on the cheek, for gratitude, before her head went back to his shoulder.

"It shouldn't," John broke the silence, appearing in the doorway. "You did good."

Dean looked just as surprised as Emery felt. "You're not mad?"

"For what?"

"Using a bullet."

"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you- you watch out for this family. You always have."

"Thanks."

Suddenly, the wind picked up outside, and the lights started flickering. And in that moment, Emery knew why she still had that bad feeling. It was John.

John was possessed.

"It found us. It's here!" John said.

"The demon!" Sam gasped.

"Sam, lines of salt in front if every window, every door."

"I all ready did it."

"Well, check it, okay?!"

"Okay," Sam agreed, before he rushed off to what he was told to do.

"Dean, you got the gun?"

"Yeah," Dean answered. Emery whimpered quietly.

Please don't give him the gun! Please!

"Give it to me!"

"Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation, it vanished," Dean told him, grabbing it from the waist band of his jeans.

Emery whimpered in protest. She was now standing beside Dean, readying herself to lunge for the gun before John could get it. She wasn't going to try to convince Dean that it wasn't his dad and actually the demon. Yellow Eyes might kill her before she had the chance but she wasn't willing to risk it.

But if grabbing the gun saved Sam and Dean, she would happily die.

"This is me, I won't miss! Now the gun, hurry!"

Dean like down at the Colt in his hands, before back up at John.

"Son, please!"

Dean took a couple steps back, dragging Emery with him. Emery cheered, stuck her tongue out and did a happy dance all at once. In her head, of course. She didn't want to break the serious tension they had going on here. It fuelled the moment and if she ruined it, both Dean and Emery would probably be dead.

"Give me the gun! What are you doing, Dean?"

"He'd be furious," Dean stated gruffly.

"What?"

"That I wasted a bullet," Dean continued.

You could of dug it out of that poor guys brain, Emery thought. She then thought about how disgusting that would be and took it back.

"He wouldn't be proud of me. He'd tear me a new one." Dean lifted the gun, cocking it and aiming it at John. "You're not my dad."

John stepped away from the window, looking at Dean with wide eyes. "Dean, it's me."

"I know my dad better than anyone, and you ain't him," Dean stated.

"What the hell's gotten into you?"

"He's right, John," Emery stated. "The real John would have gave him an earful then stormed away."

"I could ask you the same thing!" Dean then stated. "Stay back."

"Dean," Sam looked between the duo and John when he finally graced the argument with his presence. "What the hell is going on?"

"Your brother and Emery have lost their minds," John stated.

"He's not dad," Dean said. "I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him!"

"Don't listen to him, Sammy," John stated.

"How do you guys know?" Sam asked.

"He's- he's different," Dean stated.

"He isn't how your dad usually is, Sam," Emery added. "You know John would have been furious with Dean about the bullet."

"You know, we don't have time for this," John stated. "Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you gotta trust me."

Sam looked between the three again, Emery and Dean not trying to convince him anymore. He's been with them for a year, looking for John, not the other way around. He knows them better than anyone.

His decision should already be made.

"Sam!" John shouted. Trying to order him to his side.

Sam took another glance between the two groups. Dean, who was almost breaking down, and Emery's bruised face. "No. No."

Emery was happy to see Sam step beside her.

John suddenly looked as if he was going to cry and he eyes flickered between the three, before locking with Dean's. "Fine," he whispered sadly. "If you're all so sure, go ahead. Kill me."

He kept his eyes up for a few seconds, before his head tilted down, waiting for the gun shot that would end his life.

It never happened, however. Emery felt tears come to her eyes as she gazed at the man who had once saved her life, even if it actually wasn't him. She glanced at Dean, noticing the tears that were also flooding his vision.

"I thought so," John looked up and instead of the chocolate brown eyes Emery was used to, they were yellow. He was finally out to play.

Sam suddenly flew against the wall, grunting in pain. Dean flew back next, dropping the Colt. Emery was last, her shoulder hitting the wall opposite of Sam's. She grunted too, trying to pull herself away so she could grab the Colt.

Yellow Eyes picked up the fallen gun, gazing down at it. "What a pain in the ass this thing's been."

"It's you, isn't it?" Sam asked. Emery grunted as she tried to peel herself off the wall. It was no use, she was stuck there until either she was dead, the demon let her go, or he was dead. "We've been looking for you for a long time."

"Well, you found me."

"But, the holy water..."

"You think something like that works on something like me?"

Sam tried to get himself off the wall, his head moving forward, then banging back against the wall. "I'm gonna kill you."

"Oh, that'll be a neat trick. In fact," Yellow Eyes put the gun on the table Dean had leaning on and Emery was sitting on not even fifteen minutes ago. "Make the gun float to ya, psychic boy." He laughed when Sam didn't do it. He started walking towards Dean, smiling. "This is fun. I could have killed you a hundred times today, but this... This is worth the wait."

Emery watched as he looked at Dean, smile still present on his face.

"You're dad. He's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says 'hi,' by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."

"Let him go," Dean demanded. "Or I swear to God-"

"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice." Yellow Eyes walked until he was standing in front of Dean. "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter."

"Who, Meg?"

"That one in the alley. That was my boy. You understand me?"

"You've gotta be kidding me!"

Emery tried to get the attention away from Dean, grunting and trying to get away from the damned wall. The demon was too powerful, however.

"What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children! How would you feel if I killed your family?" There was a pause. "Oh, that's right. I forgot, I did."

"You son of a bitch!" Emery shrieked and the demon's eyes flashed to her.

A pain erupted in her chest, making the girl grunt in agony.

"But still, two wrongs," Yellow Eyes held up to fingers, smirking. "Don't make a right."

"You son of a bitch," Dean whispered. His eyes met Emery's and she tried to act like she wasn't in pain. He was just doing it torture him.

"I wanna know why," Sam stated. "Why'd you do it?"

Yellow Eyes turned to him, "You mean why I killed mommy and pretty little Jess?"

"Yeah," Sam answered.

Yellow Eyes turned back to Dean, "You know, he never told you this," Yellow Eyes started backing up towards Sam. The pain intensified a little, but not enough to make Emery screech in pain. "But Sam was gonna ask her to marry him. Was shopping for rings and everything." He turned to Sam. "You wanna know why? Because they got in the way."

"In the way of what?" Sam spat back.

"My plans for you, Sammy. You and all the children like you."

"Listen, do you mind just getting this over with? 'Cause I really can't stand the monologuing," Dean interrupted.

Dean, you idiot, Emery thought, before she squirmed in pain.

"Funny!" Yellow Eyes was walking back to Dean now. "But that's all part of your M.O, isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain. Masks the truth."

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"You know, you fight and fight for this family, but the truth is: they don't need you! Not like you need them! Sam, he's clearly John's favourite. Even when they fight, that's more concern than he's ever shown you."

"I bet you're real proud of your kids too." There was a pause, Emery hoping Dean didn't do anything stupid. "Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted them."

And there it was.

Emery shrieked in pain as the feeling in her chest intensified sevenfold. She could feel the blood come out of her mouth and down her chin and she tried to stop screaming, but it hurt so badly. She could faintly hear the boys over her little shrieks and cries and she noticed Dean's face contort in pain too.

Most of the rest of the night was a blur. Emery remembered John taking control of his body again and she remembers Sam diving for the gun.

She remembers Sam shooting John in the leg and the the demon escaping because Dean had told Sam not to kill John too.

Emery remembers Sam putting her in the seat behind John's. Which brings them to were they are now.

Sam had gotten all three mortally injured people into the car and was driving them to the hospital. Emery probably would have been singing along with the radio if it didn't hurt to move her mouth.

"Look, just hold on, the hospital is only ten minutes away," Sam reassured the other people in the car.

"I'm surprised at you, Sammy," John said. "Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this. Killing this demon comes first. Before me. Before everything."

Emery missed Sam looking in the rearview mirror at Dean. She was to busy trying not to bleed out on the backseat.

"No, sir," Sam said. He shook his head. "Not before everything. Look, we still got the Colt, we still got the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright, we already found the demon once-"

All Emery felt was pain. She didn't know what hit them. Her whole body hurt and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

That was the last thing Emery remembers.

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edited.

FUCK YEAH I FINISHED THIS SHIT! SEASON ONE FINISHED AND DONE WITH!

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