"So everything is going good then, you have a lead?" It was John Winchester's voice which drifted through the call, Emily holding the phone up to her ear.

The line of the phone was stretched from the nightstand to across the room as Emily stood with the cap of a bright red marker in her mouth, staring at her investigative chart. For the first time in what felt like a long while, Emily had come up with a lead.

When she first noticed it, Emily was convinced she was just seeing things. However, when she checked it over once more and saw that is was real, she nearly screamed in joy. Sitting right under the town of Derry was a huge sewage system, so big that it ran the entire length of Derry, Maine.

Emily had never seen anything like it and believed that she never again would. The sewage lines seemed to run under every single business, building, and home, all of them meeting up smack in the middle at one place in particular. The house on Neibolt street.

The house on Neibolt street was an old house that Emily passed by regularly. The house itself in Emily's opinion was crusty and falling apart at the seams. Not to mention creepy.

Using the marker in her hand, Emily brought her right hand to the map drawing a huge red circle at the house on Neibolt street. Once she was satisfied with the obvious circle, Emily finally answered her father. "Yep," She said with a grin, popping the cap of the marker out of her mouth. "It's a strong lead too." She piped, hearing John sigh.

"Okay," He said, though his voice sounded disbelieving. "Well, Dean and I are about to head out to take care of a ghost haunting, I'll call you in a few days." Emily could hear the underlying worry in her father's tone, knowing that John was stressed out with her being so far away.

John was a careful man, and the last thing he wanted was his daughter getting hurt because he allowed her to go on a hunt by herself. It would be one thing if she was an adult, but she was not. At the end of the day, Emily was fifteen and just ending the ninth grade, she was still a kid.

"M'kay..." Emily hummed, stepping back and looking over her entire chart once more. "Love you, daddy."

"Love you too, baby. Stay safe and call uncle Bobby if you need anything." John urged.

Bobby Singer was a veteran hunter and a good friend of John Winchester's. He lived in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, but always assisted John on a hunt when he needed. He was rather close with Dean, Emily, and Sam as well, serving as their only uncle figure. Back when Emily and Dean were younger and the hunts were more dangerous, John would leave them at Bobby's house while he went.

Because John did not have an actual phone other than the ones from the motel he stayed in, if Emily was to need any help, she was supposed to call Bobby Singer as he would be able to either get in touch with a hunter close to Derry or come down himself.

"Got it," Emily said, hanging up the phone.

With a sigh, Emily rubbed her forehead, moaning at the pounding headache that was coming on. All these sleepless nights she had been having the past few weeks in favor of delving further into her case had not been affecting the girl well.

Headaches were now a common instance for her. That along with randomly falling asleep during the day because she was becoming so sleep deprived. Emily, though, was a tough girl. A little drowsiness would not falter her.

"What the hell kind of a monster would hide in the sewers rather than the forest?" Emily said the question out loud as she reached for the bottle of Advil that was sitting on the dresser.

This question had been plaguing her for days on end. Derry was surrounded by a thick forest, any normal monster would have jumped at the chance to inhabit the forest. But this monster, whatever it was obviously preferred the confines of the smelly-ass sewers.

"What are you?" Emily asked out loud, picking up the bottle of pills and opening the lid.

Emily furrowed her eyebrows as she shook the bottle into her hands expecting for the medication to come out, but instead, she was greeted with nothing. Looking down, Emily groaned in frustration at the empty bottle of Advil. Stomping her foot, Emily chucked the bottle of Advil into the garbage, rubbing her head.

Unless she decided to sleep, the headache would only get worse without Advil. Seeing as she had much work to be done and no time for sleep, Emily opted to simply go out and purchase more Advil.

Maneuvering her way through the ground full of papers, trash, and clothing items; Emily ripped her flannel off while shimming out of her jeans. Tossing the clothes onto the floor, Emily opened the dresser looking for some other clothes. She had been wearing the previous clothes for a week straight, she refused to wear them any longer.

Standing in her undergarments, Emily shifted through all the flannel, finally coming across a color she had not yet worn while in Derry. Throwing on the white and black checkered flannel, Emily soon came to the realization that this was her brother Dean's shirt. Considering the entire Winchester family seemed to only wear flannel shirts, it wasn't uncommon that Emily would often mix up her flannel shirts with her brother's.

Despite the fact that the shirt was five sizes too big, Emily opted to only roll up the sleeves, ignoring how long it was. Barely a second later she pushed her way into a pair of jeans, tossing on her converse and throwing her hair into a ponytail.

Blowing her fringe out of her eyes, Emily opened her wallet counting all the twenties. John had left one-thousand dollars in cash with Emily for the summer, the cash only meant for spending on food and other emergency items.

Plucking out a twenty, Emily placed her wallet back into her underwear drawer, slamming it shut before grabbing the keys to her dirtbike. The Winchester girl intended to be fast, not wanting to waste too much time for what could be spent on figuring out what this creature haunting Derry was.

She absolutely refused to fail this hunting case.

Not a lot of things scared Emily Winchester, in fact, it was rare that anything scared the girl. However, one thing in particular did. And that thing came in the big fat form of failure.

Failure to her family, failure to her father. She wanted nothing more than his approval, that was why she was so determined to do her own case. She wanted to prove to her father that she was not a failure.

Of course, John Winchester would never in a million years think his only daughter was a failure. He even tended to baby her more than her brothers because of her being his only daughter, but Emily did not realize this.

In her mind, if she ever failed, John would be extremely disappointed in her, and that was something she most definitely did not want. However, the reality of this was the complete opposite, John would never disown Emily.

Shoving the key to her room in her back pocket, Emily wasted no time speedwalking out of the motel room with only one thought on her mind. Advil.

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Emily left the pharmacy with a bag of Advil, Bugles, and Coke. The Bugles and Coke would serve to be her dinner, an extremely unhealthy and unfit dinner for a person, but dinner nonetheless.

For Emily, if she wasn't eating unhealthy snacks, she was eating from either fast food or a diner. Homecooked meals were a luxury she got only when they visited Bobby's house in Sioux Falls. Usually, for a few weeks in the summertime, Emily and her brothers would stay at Bobby's, but seeing as Emily was currently in Derry, summertime at Bobby's was canceled this year.

As Emily walked, the gun resting against her backside shifted. Quickly, Emily fixed her gun, making sure that it would not randomly fall out of her pants while walking. That would be bad.

Emily Winchester carried a gun everywhere she went, it was something her father taught her and her brothers early on. 'Constant vigilance', as John called it, no hunter ever wanted to be caught off-guard without a gun. That was essentially a one-way ticket to death.

Therefore, hiding just in between her panties and jeans with her flannel shirts always covering it, was Emily's pistol. Loaded and ready to fire at any given moment. Had she been caught with a loaded gun at school, her teachers surely would have had a heart attack, but luckily, Emily was smart with it and never let it fall into the eyesight of any wandering gazes.

"You have to suck the wound before you apply the bandage. It's basic 101." Emily's head shot up at the familiar voice.

"You don't know what you're talking about!"

Richie Tozier, oh yes, she remembered this boy well. Thick glasses, curly hair, onyx eyes, cute face, this was the Richie Tozier who introduced himself by proposing.

Emily froze, turning toward the alley in between the pharmacy and a small flower shop, catching sight of a small group of eighth graders. Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough, Stan Uris, Eddie Kasbrak, Beverly Marsh (who was holding her own plastic pharmacy bag), and Ben Hanscom all congregated in the alley, surrounding Ben who was bleeding from his stomach profusely.

Eddie Kasbrak was kneeling before Ben, disinfecting his wound while Richie stood over his shoulder watching with wide eyes. He commented a few phrases that seemed pick at Eddie's annoyance while Stan watched with a pale face, looking as if he was going to be sick any minute.

Beverly and Bill stood just a few feet away, Beverly's face twisted into one of concern. "Are you okay, that looks like it hurts." The red-head stated, her hands dug into her back pockets.

Deciding that for this group of teenagers her hunting case could wait for just a few extra minutes, Emily stepped into the alley, making little noise as she walked. Emily was so used to needing to be quiet during her hunts, that walking for her now was nothing less than silent.

"No, I'm okay. I just... fell." Ben was attempting to be tuff in front of Beverly, the first girl who had acknowledged his existence positively since he had moved to Derry.

Emily recognized Ben as the other new student who had moved to Derry just a few months before herself.

"Yeah, right into Henry Bowers." Richie scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Shut it, R-Richie," Bill said warningly, Richie only waving him off.

"Why? It's the truth." He defended, his loose lips letting slip what he really thought of the situation.

Beverly shook her head in bemusement at the two, stepping closer to Ben. "You are they got the right stuff to fix you up?" She smiled, delivering a quick almost unnoticeable wink to him.

Emily stopped short, her eyebrows raising as she looked from Beverly to Ben to Bill. Shaking her head, she realized what the situation that was undoubtedly turning into.

"You know w-w-w-we'll take care of him." Bill cut in with a soft smile. "Thanks again, Beverly."

Beverly smiled, but before she could say anything, another voice, slightly older and feminine joined the conversation.

"You look like you need one of these." Everyone in the alley whipped around to see Emily Winchester stopping next to Beverly and Bill, tossing her newly bought bottle of Advil at Ben.

Ben caught the bottle, reading the label before flashing Emily a thankful look. "Thanks," He smiled shyly, popping the cap off and taking one of the pills with some water that Stan handed him.

"Emily!" Emily turned to face Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier. "Hello, my love!" The words escaped his mouth in a horrible British accent, the bespectacled boy grinning brightly.

"Hello, Richard..." Emily trailed off teasingly, goosebumps appearing on Richie's flesh at the softness in which her voice caressed his name with.

Richie was unable to stop his gaze from trailing down Emily, realizing that she was wearing a flannel shirt in a color he had not yet seen.

"You know," Richie leaned against the wall, trying to appear both cooler and older than he actually was. "You and me, we could go back to my place and--" Richie was stopped by Emily's laughter, her eyes twinkling as she took in the boy.

"Maybe when you're a bit more..." Emily paused, bringing a hand up to her chin in mock thought. "Mature."

That sentence seemed to set Richie off like a cannon, for in the next second he was in Emily's face, his eyes lighting up behind his glasses. "I'm mature! And the size of my wang proves it--" Richie's flurry of words was cut off by Eddie.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Richie! Stop talking!" Eddie cried as he began bandaging Ben's now disinfected wound.

"Well, I need to go now, maybe I'll see you all around?" Beverly said catching Emily along with the rest of the boy's attention.

"Yeah, we were maybe thinking of going to the q-q-quarry tomorrow at noon if you want to come?" Bill invited the smiling Beverly who was beginning to back away.

Richie quickly saw the opportunity in this, turning to Emily with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You, of course, are invited too, honey-ass."

Emily nearly screamed at the new nickname, looking to Richie with wide eyes. Richie Tozier stared back into (what were in his opinion) the most beautiful eyes to ever exist, with no shame for what he said.

Emily never thought she would say this, but she definitely preferred his first nickname 'hot mama' to this one.

"I will go if you promise to never call me 'honey-ass' again." Emily breathed out, astounded by Richie Tozier.

Richie Tozier was possibly the only person on planet Earth to surprise Emily as much as he had been doing. Leaving Emily speechless was a hard thing to do, and yet Richie was able to do it as if it were a breeze.

Richie was full on expecting Emily to blow him off, the other losers thought he would too. No one there thought that Emily, the cool ninth grader, would actually accept his invitation. In fact, none of them ever thought that Emily would even allow him to flirt with her as he was doing.

"Okay, sexy princess..." Richie's words came out in a dazed whisper, his eyes trailing down her form with a naughty glint.

Even as he did this, the fact that he wore huge glasses and was rather skinny made it look more comedic than anything. Emily giggled shaking her head, Beverly smiling at the two.

To Beverly, Emily did not seem like the type of person to allow anyone to flirt with her in such a perverse manner unless she held some type of affection back. Therefore, Beverly predicted that Emily did hold a soft spot for the younger boy and was willing to bet that despite the age (and height) difference, the two would be together by the end of summer.

Beverly smiled turning to Bill. "Yeah, thanks for letting me know. I have to get going now, but I'll see you tomorrow." She waved at him, beginning to walk off.

Beverly's retreating form reminded Emily that she had to get back to her room to research some more. This summer was turning out to be a hell of a lot more than Emily had ever done for a hunt. It was usually her dad that delved into the research part of a case, Emily and her brother were only dragged along for the action segment.

She had never actually done this much research and doing it by herself was extremely hard. Not to mention it overworked her, that was part of the reason as to why she accepted the invitation to the quarry, so she had an excuse to get out of her research. The other part was the fact that the quarry was further away than the rest of the town and whatever monster it was that was tormenting Derry was still out there. She didn't want to chance this sweet group of friends becoming the victims to it.

The last and final part was because of Richard Tozier. It would appear that despite only meeting him yesterday, Emily was already having a hard time saying 'no' to him. That and the thought of spending time with him and the rest of the losers was rather appealing.

"I need to get going too," Emily smiled, following in Beverly's path.

"Aw," Richie frowned. "Leaving so soon, sugar?" Emily rolled her eyes, waving bye to everyone.

"Goodbye guys, goodbye Richard..." She said in a sing-song voice, Richie shivering at her light tone. "I'll see you all tomorrow!"

Everyone waved goodbye to Emily, but none more than Richie was was frantically waving with a huge smile present on his mouth. Ben quickly tossed her bottle of pills back to her, Emily shoving the Advil in her plastic bag.

Richie slowly turned from Emily's disappearing form to Eddie. "Go on, suck the wound!"

From around the corner, Emily could see Beverly just passing her dirt bike, the Winchester girl having a light bulb go off in her head as she came up with an idea. Racing forward, Emily called out for the younger red-headed girl.

"Yo, Beverly!" Beverly turned around in surprise at her name being called, seeing Emily stopping just in front of her. "Want a ride." Emily blew her fringe out of her eyes as she always did, motioning with a tilt of her head to the dirt bike parked just a few feet behind them.

Beverly's eyes lit up at the aspect of getting to ride on the dirt bike. "Hell yeah!" She smiled, before looking at Emily. "You seriously are the coolest person I know." She stated simply, Emily coyly grinning.

"Why, thank you!" Emily cheered while hopping on the bike and starting the engine. "Hop on!"

Beverly wasted to time in jumping on the back of the bike, gripping Emily's waist tightly. Quickly, Emily dug into her plastic bag, gripping the pill bottle and taking two Advils out. Throwing the pills in her mouth, Emily easily swallowed them dry before shoving the bottle of Advil back into the small bag.

"By the way, I don't have a helmet, hope you don't mind," Emily said over the roar of her engine, Beverly only holding onto her tighter.

"It's cool with me." Beverly was not sure when the last time she had smiled this big was.

"Sweet," Emily smirked, revving the engine. "Let's ride."

The second Emily said that she floored the engine causing them to go shooting forward at what Beverly swore was the speed light of light. Bystanders watched as the two girls sped past them at unruly speeds, hollering in glee as they rode.

What two girls were not aware of was the pair of yellow eyes watching them from a sewage drain.