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Flashback Chapter
SEASON TWO, EPISODE ONE
❝In My Time Of Dying ❞

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Bad Moon Rising plays from Baby's radio despite her wrecked state as a man steps out of his truck and approaches the driver side door, he pulls it off its hinges to reveal Sam Winchester pointing the Colt at him. "Back... Or I'll kill you, I swear to God!" Sam threatened the demon who had possessed a truck driver to crash into the Impala. "You won't," The demon taunted, "You're saving that bullet for someone else." Sam cocks the gun, "You wanna bet?" The demon smiles; the black demon-ichor pours out of the man who then collapses. Sam uncocks the gun and drops his head back in relief as the man comes to his senses.

"Dad?" Sam called as he turned his head to John Winchester who was passed out in the passenger seat. "Dean? Emelie?" Sam called further as he turned his head enough to see that Dean and Emelie were passed out, blood seeping down his twin's head as Dean seemed to have sheltered her as best as he could. "Dean? Emelie? Dean!" Sam screamed out but he received no response causing tears to form in his eyes. "Call 9-1-1!" Sam ordered the panicked and confused truck driver, the man nodded his head and rushed to his phone to do just that as guilt flowed through him uncertain of his actions.

When help finally arrives, Sam is still the only one conscious as the paramedics work on getting them loaded onto stretchers however, Sam's heart plummets at their words. "We're losing her!" A paramedic called before he climbed onto the stretcher to do chest compressions on Emelie while Sam watched helplessly. "Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heartrate 95, 95," Another paramedic speaks catching Sam's attention. "Tell me if they're okay!" Sam begged only for a paramedic to hold him down. "You have to stay still!" She ordered him. "Are they even alive? Is my sister alive?!" Sam pleaded. "We've got a pulse, let's move!" The same paramedic called before they moved Emelie's stretcher into the helicopter.

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In a room, Dean sits up quickly looking around as he stretches his jaw before getting out of the hospital bed. He looks down to see he is wearing a white t-shirt and blue hospital pants but nothing else. He goes out into the hallway, "Sam? Mills? Anybody?" Dean called out with a confused frown. Dean goes down the stairs to the front of the hospital and finds a nurse's station, "Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, I think I was in a car accident, my dad, sister and my brother, I just need to find them." The nurse is unresponsive causing panic to flood through his senses, he rushes back upstairs and finds himself lying in bed, intubated and dying.

Still reeling from the shock of seeing his unconscious body, Dean turns as Sam enters the room with teary eyes, staring at his older brother's body. "Sammy! You look good. Considering," Dean spoke up, "Man, tell me you can hear me!?" But Sam doesn't respond or hear him, he steps closer to Dean. "How's Emelie? And Dad? Are they okay?" Dean asked before scoffing, "Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!" However, Sam's attention is taken by the Doctor's presence, "Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like." Dean let out a breath of relief, "Thank god." Sam nods, "Doc, what about my brother?"

"Well, he sustained serious injury; blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of Cerebral edema," The Doctor expressed to Sam with a sympathetic look. "Well, what can we do?" Sam asked. "Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. IF he wakes up," The Doctor replied. "IF?" Sam questioned further with worry in his eyes. "I have to be honest─" The Doctor is overlapped by Dean, "Oh, screw you, Doc. I'm waking up!" Dean looks at Sam as the Doctor continues, "Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations."

"Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam?" Dean told his younger brother while Sam sniffled. "And my sister?" Sam asked fearfully having remembered them almost losing her back at the crash site. "She's currently in surgery. Her situation is very severe and the chances are... very low for survival. The bleed in her brain was only one of the main troubles over the severity of her injury to her liver," The Doctor answered him before swallowing slowly, "To be honest with you, we are all surprised that she continues to fight. We can only hope she continues to do so but if she survives, she won't be the same person." Dean and Sam were both stunned into silence realising they could lose Emelie either way.

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John is lying in a hospital bed, his arm in a sling. Awkwardly one-handed, he pulls something out of his wallet. "Here. Give them my insurance," John tells Sam as he hands the card over to his son. "Elroy McGillicutty?" Sam asked with a smile. "And his three loving children," John replied with his own smile before turning serious, "What else did the doctor say about Dean and Emelie?" Sam sighed, "Nothing. Look, the doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on them." Dean smiled at that as he watched the two talk. "We'll look for someone," John replied in a monotone sound, "But Sam, I don't know if we're gonna find anyone."

Sam looked up at John at those words, "Why not? I found that faith healer before." John looked up at his son, "All right, that was... that was one in a million." Sam scoffed at his father, "So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?" Dean frowned hearing the conversation, he chewed on the inside of his cheek. "No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone," John replied to Sam and after a moment of silence he spoke, "Where's the Colt?" Sam glared at John, "You're son and daughter are dying and you're worried about the Colt?" John glared back at Sam, "We're hunting this demon and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card."

"It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83," Sam answered John. "All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside," John ordered Sam who shook his head. "I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his place," Sam replied to John. "All right," John nodded before looking up at Sam, "You... You go meet up with Bobby, get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security." Sam nodded, "I think I've got it covered." Sam gets up to leave but John stops him, picking up a sheet of paper, "Hey. Here. I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me."

Sam took the sheet of paper and read some out, "Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?" John clenched his jaw, "Protection." Sam nodded and turned to the door however, he stopped before leaving and turned back to John, "Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?" John shook his head, "No, I don't." Sam leaves shutting the door leaving Dean alone. "Well, you sure know something," Dean breathed out. "He always does," Emelie spoke as she turned to him, a frown on her face. "No..." Dean whispered as he cupped his sisters face.

"I'm fighting, Dean. I'm not giving up," Emelie promised him, "But this experience is so damn weird." Dean chuckled slightly before hugging his sister, "I won't lose you." Emelie hugged her older brother back, she closed her eyes and smiled. "We have a car to build, Dean. I'm not going anywhere," Emelie told him, the two laughed before looking towards John as a doctor walked into the room. "Your daughter is out of surgery. She's fighting hard but I must warn you that this could possibly be─" The doctor is cut off by John holding up his hand, "My daughter is a strong young woman. I'm sure she'll pull through." The doctor sent John a sympathetic look, "Mr McGillicutty, I don't doubt your daughter's strength. However, I've seen cases like her own before. Many of them."

John looked up at the doctor, "And? Your honest response." The doctor sighed, "They never make through the next twenty-four hours. I'm sorry." John lowered his eyes at those words, he swallowed slowly before nodding, the doctor offered their company but John asked them to leave him be. Emelie moved forward and looked down at her father, "You aren't just going to sit here, are you?" She waved her hands in front of him, "Dean and I are here fighting and you're doing nothing!?" Tears formed in her eyes as she watched John pull a photo from his wallet, the image consisted of Dean sitting on a hotel couch holding Emelie while Sam sits on the floor in front of him; it had been Emelie and Sam's eleventh birthday and John had actually been there for it.

"DAD?!" Emelie screamed out as Dean watched with teary eyes, John seemed to flinch slightly as he looked up and for a moment, Emelie thought he was looking at her but he sighed and looked back down at the photo, rubbing his thumb against it. "Nothing... the great John Winchester does nothing..." Emelie sneered through her tears, "You're children are dying! DO SOMETHING!" Dean noticed how the room seemed to shake, John finally noticed it and looked around the room. "Emelie?" John breathed out before looking into Emelie's eyes though it seemed he was looking right through her. "Millie..." Dean spoke causing Emelie to look at him, tears streaming down her face, "Why isn't he helping? Why isn't dad doing anything?" Dean pulled her into his arms and held her as she cried.

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Sam stands with Bobby in the junkyard, he looks down at the mangled car. "Oh man, Dean and Millie are gonna be pissed," Sam told Bobby who furrowed his brows. "Look, Sam. This... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap," Bobby expressed to Sam who shook his head. "No. Dean would kill me and then Emelie would bring me back only to kill me again if we did that," Sam told Bobby who smiled slightly, he had always admired the bond between Emelie and Dean; sometimes you'd think they were the twins rather than Sam being Emelie's twin. "When they get better, they're gonna want to fix this," Sam informed Bobby.

"There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging," Bobby replied to Sam. "Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on..." Sam trailed off as Bobby nodded, he understood how Sam was feeling, his own worries and fears about Dean and Emelie were being held back in order to be strong for Sam. "Okay. You got it," Bobby replied with a soft tone. "Here, uh, Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him," Sam hands over the list. Bobby looks at it with a frown, "What's John want with this?" Sam looked up at Bobby, "Protection from the demon?" Bobby gives him a look. "What?" Sam asked, he wasn't expecting Bobby's explanation.

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"Come on, Dad. You've gotta help us. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in there, we both do," Dean expressed as he stood by John, Emelie sat in the corner with her knees to her chest as she sniffled, "I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything?" Emelie looked up at her brother, her eyes misty but no tears worth falling. "I've done everything you have ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? Watch Emelie die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?" Dean asked as John just sat by Dean's bed, he had organised it so the siblings shared a room.

Dean pauses as he hears something, he looks towards Emelie who was watching the open doorway. "What is that?" Dean asked before he goes into the hallway with Emelie following behind him, a spirit whooshes past them and they jump back. "I take it you didn't see that," Dean said to John who hadn't looked away from Dean. Dean and Emelie stalks the spirit down the hallways, they see it go into a back hallway where a woman is lying on the floor, choking. "Hey! I need some help in here!" Dean called out but Emelie placed her hand on his shoulder, "Dean... they can't hear us." They both look at the woman as she takes her last breath.

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Sam stalks into John's room with a duffel bag, Dean and Emelie meets him at the door and starts trying to talk to him. "Sammy! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring us back and we've got to hunt this thing. Sam!" Dean spoke while Emelie wrapped her arms around herself, she was feeling cold. "You're quiet," John points out to Sam who turns to him, fuming, and hurls the bag onto the bed with a crash. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Sam sneered at John. "What are you talking about?" John asked Sam. "That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you? Having some stupid macho showdown?!" Sam snapped out.

"I have a plan, Sam," John replied to his son. "That's exactly my point! Dean and Emelie are dying, and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own children!" Sam shouted harshly. "No, no, no, guys, don't do this!" Dean pleaded while Emelie covered her ears and began humming Guns N' Roses Paradise City to calm herself. "Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for them," John snapped back. "How? How is revenge going to help them? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!" Sam growled back. "Come on guys, don't do this!" Dean continued to plead.

"You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened," John berated his son. "It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too," Sam reminded him. "Yeah, and your siblings would be awake right now," John growled back. "Shut up, both of you!" Dean snapped out. "Go to hell!" Sam gritted out. "I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong─" John is cut off by the glass shattering. Dean turned to Emelie who is staring in shock before she feels woozy, "Somethings─" She flickered and faded.

Monitors are  loudly beeping, a doctor and some nurses are surrounding Emelie, resuscitating her as Sam huddles in the doorway, Dean standing by him not being able to see Emelie anymore. "No, no, no..." Dean whimpers. "All clear," The doctor calls before they shocked her with the defib. "Still no pulse," A nurse tells them. "Okay, let's go again, 360," The doctor instructs. "Charging," The nurse responds however, Dean's attention is taken by the ghostly figure floating over his sister's body lying in the bed. "You get the hell away from her!" Dean growled, he runs to the bed and faces the thing down, "I said get back!" Sam blinks, confused, as he looks around as though he had heard Dean's shout.

Dean grabs the spirit, he latches on momentarily before it hurls him back and then soars out of the room. The monitors slow as the nurse lets out a sigh of shocked relief, "We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." Dean runs into the hallway looking for the spirit however, it has vanished. Sam sighs in relief and backs into the hallway, watching from there as Dean comes back and stands by him. "Don't worry, Sammy. She's not going anywhere, neither am I. I'm getting that thing before it gets us. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it," Dean expresses before noticing Emelie's flickering presence.

"Emelie!" Dean rushed over to her, she fell back and he caught her noticing how pale she seemed to be. "I, uh... don't think I'll make it through the night, Dean," Emelie whispered, her body felt strange and weak. "Doc, what's going on?" Sam asked as he watched the doctors remove Dean's breathing tube. "He's breathing on his own. The improvements, though unexpected are a good sign," The doctor told Sam with a smile before they continued doing their work. "I'm getting better..." Dean breathed out before looking at Emelie who smiled happily for him. "That's great news, Dean," Emelie told him with a nod before he told her about the spirit, the two moved to search for it.

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"Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?" A woman's voice echoed through the halls stopping the siblings in their tracks. "Now what?" Dean pondered before the two made their way to the main foyer. "Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!" The woman pleaded. "Can you see me?" Dean asked her. "Yeah, both of you," She replied to him. "All right, just, uh, calm down. What's your name?" Dean asked her. "Tessa," She replied. "Okay, good, Tessa. I'm Dean and that's my sister, Emelie," Dean introduced them, Emelie waved weakly. "What's happening to me? Am -- Am I dead?" Tessa asked them. "That sort of depends," Emelie replied to her.

Tessa lead them to her hospital room, the three stood outside the room where Tessa's body was hooked up to tubes and machines. A woman sits by the bed holding her hand with tears streaming down her face. "I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy," Tessa told them in disbelief. "Well, I hate to bear bad news, but I think there were some complications," Dean replied to her. "It's just a dream, that's all. It's just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream," Tessa attempted to convince herself. "Tessa, it's not a dream," Emelie told her softly, Tessa looked up at her as she spoke, "Then what else could it be?"

"You ever heard of an out of body experience?" Dean asked her. "What are you... some new agey guy?" Tessa questioned him making Emelie laugh. "You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni? It's actually a very old idea. Got a lot of different names: Bilocation, crisis apparition, fetches... I think it's happening to us. And if it is, it means that we're spirits of people close to death," Dean expressed to Tessa before glancing worriedly at Emelie who seems to get worse with every second. "So we're going to die?" Tessa asked the two. "No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, we can snap right back in there and wake up," Dean answered her while Emelie didn't hold that same faith for herself anymore.

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Emelie had split off from Tessa and Dean, she approached the door to John's room as Sam stood at the end of his bed. "What do you mean, you felt something?" John asked Sam. "I mean it felt like, like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what, it... But do you think it's even possible? I mean, do you think his spirit could be around? And Emelie's?" Sam questioned John. "Anything's possible," John answered Sam. "Well, there's one way to find out," Sam said as he turned for the door. "Where are you going?" John asked him. "I gotta pick something up. I'll be back," Sam told him. "Wait, Sam," John called out, "I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean and Emelie are okay." Sam nods before leaving.

"Liar. Another broken promise on the list, huh?" Emelie asked as John sighed, he looked around before pushing the covers off of him having already gotten changed into normal clothing. "You're really doing this?" Emelie asked before she stumbled and leaned against the wall for support, she watched as John grabbed the duffel bag and made his way out of the room towards the one where Emelie and Dean's bodies were lying. John stood there and watched them before he walked over to Emelie, he placed his hand on the side of her face. "It'll be okay, mouse," John whispered before kissing her temple, he turned to look at Dean before walking away leaving Emelie confused. "What are you doing?" Emelie breathed out.

It wasn't long until Sam had returned clutching a brown paper bag in his arms, Dean glanced at his sister as he walked into the room. "Hey, I think maybe your both around. And if you are, don't make fun of me for this... especially you Mills, but um, well, there's one way we can talk," Sam explained before he pulls out a box labelled 'Mystical Talking Board'. Dean is now behind him, arms folded as he glanced at Emelie who was grinning. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me," Dean muttered. Sam circles around the bed and sits cross legged on the floor, he opens the box and pulls out the board, "Dean? Emelie? Are you here?"

"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party," Dean whined as he sat opposite Sam in front of the board and Emelie sat to the left of Dean, right of Sam. "All right, Sam. This isn't going to work," Dean said. Sam has his hands poised on the pointer, Dean and Emelie place their fingers on it and slowly, concentrating, slides it to the "YES" on the board. "I'll be damned. Mills was right," Dean said. "Told you both it was a spirit I was talking to when we were younger," Emelie said to Dean who smiled, he believed her now. "It's good to hear from you, both of you. It hasn't been the same without you two," Sam spoke with a smile.

Dean took charge, he starts sliding the planchette gaining Sam's attention, "Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?" Emelie sat back letting Dean handle it, she felt so cold that a strange warmth seems to slowly take over and something tells her that isn't a good thing. "It's in the hospital, what you're hunting? Do... do you know what it is?" Sam asked making Emelie shake her head. "One question at a time, Sammy," Emelie said as Sam sighed, "What is it?" The planchette slides again showing the following; R, E, A, P, E, R. "I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up," Dean explained despite Sam not being able to hear him.

"A reaper? Dean, who is it after?" Sam asked fearfully. Emelie frowned as Dean moved the planchette to spell out her name causing Sam to look down as he spoke, "If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it." Dean looked at Emelie who was picking at the skin around her nails before turning to look up at Sam, "Yeah, you can't kill Death." Sam leaned back, "Damn... she's, uh..." Emelie huffed a laugh, "I'm screwed, Sammy." Dean rested his hand on her shoulder as Sam pushes the board away, "No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way!" Sam stands up and begins pacing, "There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do." Emelie shook her head as Sam left the room, "He won't be there..." Dean looked at her confused.

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John pushes the door to the boiler room open and enters carrying the duffel bag. He walks through a dark and dripping hallway to a clear space, places the bag down. He pulls out a box of white chalk and starts drawing a large symbol on the floor. "Finally found you..." Emelie breathed out, she had slipped away as Sam and Dean were distracted with the situation regarding the reaper. Once he finished the chalk symbol, he placed several candles and a black bowl around it before incanting something in Latin. He slides a knife across his palm, drawing blood and dripping it on the bowl. He lights a match and drops it in; the sand in the bowl flares and goes out.

Emelie knew the summoning ritual, she stepped to the side in order to hide from the presences that had just arrived. "What the hell are you doing down here, buddy?" A man asked after grabbing John's shoulder but what Emelie saw was different, a body encased in black mist which told her all she needed to know. "I can explain," John replied to him but Emelie saw the truth in John's eyes. "Yeah? You're going to explain to security. Come on. You follow me," The man ordered however, John pulled out the Colt and cocked it. "Hey. How stupid do you think I am?" John asked him. "You really want an honest answer to that?" Yellow Eyes asked him revealing his demonic eyes.

Two possessed men in lab coats stalk by and take positions behind John, Emelie watches anxiously wondering why he hadn't pulled the trigger finishing the job. "You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised," Yellow Eyes spoke with a smirk, "I took you for a lot of things. But suicidally reckless wasn't one of them." Emelie shook her head as she realised what John was doing. "I could always shoot you," John threatened. "You could always miss," Yellow Eyes laughed, "And you've only got one try, don't 'cha? Did you really think you could trap me?" John scoffed, "Oh, I don't want to trap you. I want to make a deal."

"No!" Emelie shouted before she was grabbed, John's eyes widened seeing Emelie flicker and appear. "Sweet, sweet Emelie... You don't look too good. Living on very, very borrowed time, aren't you?" Yellow Eyes asked with a grin, "But Dean isn't... How intriguing." Emelie furrowed her brows in confusion before looking at John, "Don't do this, Dad! Just kill him." John's eyes watered as he looked at his little girl, she was pale and her breathing shallow despite her ghostly appearance, it was obvious that she didn't have long. "It's very unseemly... making deals with devils. How do I know this isn't just another trick?" Yellow Eyes asked John with narrowed eyes.

"It's no trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Dean and Emelie. You've got to bring them back," John expressed honestly to Yellow Eyes. "Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. If only the boys knew how much their daddy loved them, huh Emelie?" Yellow Eyes asked as he watched Emelie's eyes fill with tears. "It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean and Emelie," John replied to him. "Don't be so sure. He killed some people very special to me. But still, you're right, he isn't much of a threat. And neither is your other son," Yellow Eyes sneered as John lowers his head, raising his eyes as Yellow Eyes continued, "You know the truth, right? About Sammy? And the other children?"

Emelie looked between Yellow Eyes and John who sighed, "Yeah, I've known for a while." Yellow Eyes smirked, "But Sam doesn't, does he? You've been playing dumb." Emelie and John locked gazes as she spoke, "What is he talking about?" John shook his head before looking back at Yellow Eyes, "Can you bring back Emelie and Dean? Yes or no?" Yellow Eyes grinned, "No." John glared but before he could say something, Yellow Eyes continued, "But I know someone who can. It's not a problem." Emelie coughed as she flickered, her body collapsing as Yellow Eyes hissed through his teeth mockingly, "And it seems someone is running out of time."

"I'm okay, Dad..." Emelie whimpered despite the strange feeling through her body, it felt like before but worse. "Good. Before I give you the gun, I'm going to want to make sure Dean and Emelie are okay. With my own eyes," John told her sternly. "Oh, John, I'm offended. Don't you trust me?" Yellow Eyes asked before sighing at John shaking his head slowly, "Fine." John stood taller at that, "So we have a deal?" Yellow Eyes tutted, "No, John, not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot." Emelie's eyes widened knowing what he was talking about, "No! Dad, please, no." Yellow Eyes grinned widely, "There's something else I want, as much as that gun. Maybe more." And like that, Emelie's heart stopped.

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Sam panics as the doctors and nurses rush back into the room, he watches as they work to bring her back once again with tears falling down his face. Dean and Tessa approached as they had been talking after he learned she was the reaper hunting down Emelie, Dean's eyes were wide as Tessa frowned. "It's her time, Dean," Tessa told him, "You need to let her go. She's a soldier but her time in battle is over." Dean looked at Tessa, "I will never let my sister go. Not when there is something more to be done." Tessa sent him a sympathetic smile, "No one wants to lose their little sister, Dean, but while you are miraculously healing, she is fighting something she won't win. And then you'll be hunting her... or what she becomes."

"I'm calling it," The doctor spoke, Sam stumbled slightly into the door frame as Dean had a tear fall down his face. "I'm sorry, Dean. It's time she puts the pain behind her," Tessa told him. "And go where?" Dean asked her. "Sorry, I can't give you the big punchline," Tessa replied to him before the lights began flickering, a buzzing starts. "What are you doing that for?" Dean asked her but she shook her head, "I'm not doing it." They both turn to a vent in the floor and see black demon-ichor pour out of it. "What the hell?" Dean asked. "You can't do this! Get away!" Tessa screamed. "What's happening?!" Dean asked as the demon flows into Tessa's scream.

"Today's you're lucky day, kid," Yellow Eyes spoke before tapping Dean's head. "We've got a pulse! It's faint," The nurse suddenly spoke, they all watched as her pulse slowly strengthened. Emelie's spirit looked to her left to see Yellow Eyes in Tessa's body, "He did it..." Yellow Eyes smirked before tapping her forehead. Sam closed his eyes as leaned back against the wall outside the room, he couldn't believe his twin had died; even if it was just for a few minutes. It was later that night when Dean woke up, he had looked around in confusion before Sam explained everything to him before they waited for Emelie to wake up next. Her eyes blinked open within half an hour, she choked on the tube and Sam had called for the doctor.

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"So you said a Reaper was after me?" Emelie asked after speaking with the doctor. "Yeah, you and Dean were hunting it," Sam replied as Dean huffed a laugh. "How'd we ditch it?" Emelie asked with furrowed brows, something felt wrong like she had lost some important memories; it felt oddly similar to when she didn't do her hunting homework in time and had to rush it before John returned from his hunts. "You got me. You two really don't remember anything?" Sam asked his siblings. "No, I don't," Dean said. "Except for this pit in my stomach. Sammy, something is wrong," Emelie spoke up. "I feel it too..." Dean breathed out, the two said an uncertain look.

A knock on the door interrupted them, John hovers in the doorway. "How are you two feeling?" John asked his kids. "Fine, I guess. I'm alive," Dean answered while Emelie watched John closely, the pit seemed to deepen. "Mouse?" John asked, the old nickname made her sniffle as she hadn't heard it since she was ten. "Still breathing," Emelie replied to him as he walked further into the room, he grabbed Emelie's hand and held it tight in his own, his thumb on her pulse. "That's what matters," John told the two of them. "Dad, are you okay?" Emelie asked softly. "Yeah, mouse, I'm good," John whispered. "Where were you last night?" Sam asked angrily. "I had some things to take care of," John told him vaguely.

"Well, that's specific," Sam snarked but Emelie could only see sadness in John's eyes. "Come on, Sam," Dean breathed out. "Did you go after the demon?" Sam asked only making Emelie furrow her brows, there goes that pit feeling again. "No," John lied. "You know, why don't I believe you right now?" Sam asked through a clenched jaw. "Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I--I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?" John pleaded causing Sam to back down, his face softened.

"Dad, are you all right?" Sam asked him. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?" John asked Sam. "Yeah. Yeah, sure," Sam answered him before looking at Emelie, "No caffeine." Emelie pouted while the others shared a laugh. Sam leaves, his frown returning as John watched him walk away sadly. "What is it?" Dean and Emelie asked at the same time. "You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be─ I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd... You'd say "It's okay, Dad". Dean, I'm sorry," John spoke looking at Dean, Emelie stayed silent.

"What?" Dean asked confused. "You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put─ I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy and Mouse, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you," John expressed to Dean, Emelie faintly smiled knowing those words were something that Dean needed to hear. "This really you talking?" Dean asked him with a small smile. "Yeah. Yeah, it's really me," John promised him. "Why are you saying this stuff?" Dean asked before John let go of Emelie's hand and approached Dean, placing his hand on his shoulder.

"I want you to watch out for Sammy and Mouse, okay?" John asked Dean. "Yeah, Dad, you know I will. You're scaring me," Dean whimpered, the former child shining through his eyes. "Don't be scared, Dean," John reassured him before he leans over and whispers something into Dean's ear. Dean pulls back in shock, processing before looking at Emelie. John squeezes his son's shoulder before walking back to Emelie with a soft teary smile, "And you, my little mouse─" Emelie grinned at the nickname, "─You take care of the boys, we both know you'll keep them in line." Emelie nodded, "Of course, Dad." John leaned down and kissed her temple, "I'm so proud of you, Emelie. Keep fighting for what's right, mouse. I'll always be watching, I'll always be proud." And with that, John walked out of the room.

Once again, a crowd of doctors and nurses attempt resuscitation, this time on John having been found by Sam on the floor of his room. Dean, Emelie and Sam hover in the doorway and a nurse tries to push them out. "No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!" Dean pleads with her as he and Sam hold Emelie up. "Dad, please..." Emelie cried softly as she leaned into her brothers, they all watched intently for any response. "Okay, stop compressions," The doctor instructed. "Come on, come on," Dean begged quietly. "Still no pulse," The nurse informed the doctor. "Okay, that's it everybody," The doctor ordered with a sigh, "I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41 AM." Emelie sobbed as she turned her head into Dean's chest, he wrapped his arms around her as they fell silent.

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Rosemary Speaks

Writing this chapter has me f-ed up, man.
But I felt like it was the best one to write from the earlier seasons, especially after Dean and Emelie travelled back and met their mom and grandparents. And of course, I'm not a fan of John but I cried writing this chapter... He had to watch his daughter die before leaving them behind in a world that is determined to rip them apart... that's gotta hurt.

I'd love to know you're thoughts on this chapter?

Were you expecting Emelie to die?
The one time I'm thankful for Azazel...

What about Dean's improving health?
How was he healing?

Any extra thoughts or questions?

See you in the next chapter~!