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Salvation; Part One
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"Neither do I. But I do know two things: you are not alone. And I believe in you." -Felicity Smoak.

EMERY WAS WIDE EYED, LOOKING AT everything John had managed to find out about Yellow Eyes. It was genius to see how the man used the freaking weather to track it. Emery guessed omens.

She tuned out of the conversation John was having with the boys, looking at each piece of information and taking it in. It was a lot to handle. The girl looked at all the pictures containing something about the demon. Emery felt awestruck.

John was a truly incredible tracker.

"...until about a year ago. And for the first time, I picked up a trail," John finished, Emery finally listening.

"That's when you took off," Dean stated.

"Yeah, that's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, hibernation."

"Alright, so what's this trail you found?" Emery stepped forward, wanting to hear the amazing explanation of the whole thing. It took up a whole wall, for God's sake.

"Starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California, houses burned down to the ground, it's going after families... Just like it went after us."

"Families with infants?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, the night of the kid's six month birthday."

"I was six months old that night?"

"Exactly six months."

"So, basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason," Sam sounded angry and Emery didn't know what to do. She hated not knowing how to comfort him.

Something just felt off though.

"Same way it came for me?"

John looked down at the desk he was sitting at, not saying a word. Emery looked at Dean, who was glancing at Sammy. She felt his hand go in her's, intertwining their fingers, before he gave it a squeeze. Emery gave a comforting one back.

"So, mom's death? Jessica? It's all 'cause of me?"

"We don't know that, Sam," Dean stated.

Emery sucked in a breath, knowing that it was actually was Sam's fault. She could see the change in him from when they first started to now and she could feel that he was different now. She could tell you what it was, but Sam was different.

"Oh, really? 'Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure, Dean," Sam sprang forward from his spot leaning against the window sill and Emery let go of Dean's hand. She quickly grabbed Sam's, the only comfort she knew except for hugging and she felt him squeeze it in a death grip. Emery never let go though.

"For the last time, what happened to them is not your fault," Dean stated, turning completely to the youngest Winchester.

"You're right, it's not my fault, but it's my problem," Sam shouted.

Emery wanted the ground to magically swallow her whole. This was the first time they had fought in a while and it was quickly getting out of hand.

"No, it's not your problem, it's our problem," Dean stated.

Finally, John broke it up, "Okay, that's enough." Sam's hand loosened ever-so-slightly around Emery's and the girl started rubbing patterns with her thumb on the back of his hand.

"So why's he doing it? What does he want?" Sam questioned, looking back at John.

Dean went and started leafing through the papers on John's desk and Emery stayed in her spot beside Sam, comforting him.

"Look, I wish I had more answers, I do. I've always been one step behind it. Look, I've never gotten there in time to save..." John didn't finish, the guilt obviously flooding inside the man. She almost went and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but Sam squeezing her hand made her stay.

"So how do we find it before it hits again?" Dean asked, listening intently to his father.

"There's signs. Look, it took me a while to see the pattern, but in the days before these fires, signs crop up in an area," John stated. "Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms."

"They're demonic omens," Emery stated, all boys turning to her. They all gave her confused looks. "Well, when a powerful demon is in an area and he's cooking something up, it usually causes storms or freak accidents to happen. Demonic Omens."

John nodded in approval, before continuing his little gambit. "And then I went back and checked, and..."

"These things happened in Lawrence," Dean stated.

John nodded, "A week before your mother died."

Sam's death grip was back, but Emery kept rubbing patterns into his hand. She needed to make sure he was okay, because they needed everyone in this fight. Everyone.

"And Palo Alto... Before Jessica." There was a pause, Sam's grip somehow tightening again on her hand. "And these signs, they're happening again."

Emery noticed the tears in Sam's eyes as he asked, "Where?"

"Salvation, Iowa."

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They all piled into their designated cars after that. But before climbing into the backseat of Baby, Emery had pulled Sam into a comforting hug, standing on her toes to hug his shoulders. Sam's arms draped around her torso, giving her a squeeze before they let go. Emery smiled up at him as Sam smiled back, before Emery patted his cheek softly.

Then, they climbed into the Impala.

And then Dean drove, following behind John as they took the roads to Salvation. It was a gruesome trip, spent with Emery singing the rock music at the top of her lungs annoyingly, simply to get on Dean's nerves. She made them both smile instead, because all three of them knew this was just a shit storm waiting to happen.

When they reached the sign that said 'Entering Salvation', with a strip under the words saying 'the Heartland of America'. Under that was a bible verse Emery couldn't read, Dean passing the sign way to fast.

They drove a little further before John pulled off the main road and into a little dirt strip, stopping his truck and turning off the engine. Dean followed, before they were all climbing out, seeing as that's what John did.

"Dammit," John swore, slamming his door harder than necessary.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

John hit the side of his truck, "Son of a bitch!"

"What is it?" Dean demanded and they all walked to the front of the Impala, John leaning against the back of his truck.

"I just got a call from Caleb," John started.

"Is he okay?" Dean voiced, Emery's eyes widening.

She may not have known Caleb that well, but she knew a couple of John's friends, like Pastor Jim and Bobby. And she had run into Ellen when she was nineteen. She didn't understand how John could have a fallout with such a sweet woman.

"He's fine. Jim Murphy's dead."

"Pastor Jim?" Sam was the one to ask. Emery had her hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from sobbing. Pastor Jim was the one who kept her praying. They had gotten along quite well, and through the church, he helped her get her life on track as well as Bobby had. Pastor Jim had done it when she was younger though.

John nodded at his boy. Dean noticed Emery's distress, because he pulled the girl toward him, giving her a hug as her head nestled into his chest. Tears escaped Emery's eyes, but no sounds came.

"How?" Sam asked.

She didn't know why, but Emery listened to what John said next.

"Throat was slashed. He bled out," Emery whimpered, Dean's arms tightening around her.

"Caleb said they found traces of sulphur at Jim's place."

"A demon," Dean said, his chest vibrating as he spoke. "The Demon?"

"I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the Demon knows we're getting close," John stated.

"What you wanna do?" Dean asked, Emery pulling her head from his chest, wiping away the tears that were still on her face.

"Now we act like every second counts. There is two hospitals and a Health centre in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old next week," John ordered.

"Dad, that could be dozens of kids," Sam stated. "How the hell we gonna know which ones the right one."

"We'll check 'em all, that's how," John snapped. He noticed the look on Sam's face. "Well, you got any better ideas?"

Sam swallowed thickly, "No, sir."

John was changing into their drill sergeant again.

They all made their move to get into the Impala. Emery froze half way to getting in her seat because Dean called out to his dad, who was holding onto the side of the box of his truck. He actually looked sad for once in his life.

"Yeah. You know, it's Jim. I can't..." There was a pause, Emery sending her respects to Jim, along the with a silent prayer that he'd be taken care of in Heaven. "This ends now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes."

And with that, John climbed back into his truck and started it up. Emery and Sam shared a sad look, before they climbed into the Impala. Dean stood for a second looking at his father's truck, before climbing in behind the two other hunters.

Dean started up the Impala and Emery placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. She was here for him, no matter what. She would always be on Dean Winchester's side, no matter the consequence.

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Emery went with Sam, since he probably was going to work the hardest, other than John. Plus, Dean would probably find some girl to flirt with and Emery wasn't in the mood to act like she didn't care. Pastor Jim's death took a blow to her gut and she was still recovering.

They were walking out after finishing when Sam suddenly stopped in the side and clutched his head. Emery, going into a frenzy of protection, clutched Sam shoulders, holding him as he stood in pain. He straightened out looking around for a couple seconds before he clutched his head again.

"A train," he mumbled.

Once he stopped clutching his head, Emery went into worried mode.

"Sammy, are you okay? What happened?"

"I- I don't know, it was like a vision," Sam stated and the two started walking.

"Like with Max?"

"Kinda, yeah," Sam said then he explained what happened. He saw a nursery of a little girl with the mother looking over the crib. Then he explained the mother looking out the window and the noise of a train in the background.

Emery grabbed his hand for comfort as she stopped him and they pulled out a map. They found the train track on the county map, it running right beside Grace Avenue.

Sam, still clutching the Emery's hand, started walking in that direction. Emery managed to match his strides and they were there in no time. Sam had looked down at the map a couple of times, however.

He stopped again, clutching his head. Emery knew he was having another vision, whether it be part of the same one or a different one, she didn't know.

They walked forward a couple steps, before Sam was dragging her towards a woman who had a stroller.

"Hey," Sam said, Emery giving the girl a smile. She gave one back, going to close the umbrella she was holding. Emery hadn't noticed that it was raining. "Here, let me hold that, you don't need that anymore," Sam stated, holding the stroller so it didn't roll away.

Emery looked at the baby in it and her heart swelled. "Oh my God, she's gorgeous! Is she yours?"

The mother laughed, "yeah."

"Wow, hi," Sam chimed in, looking at the baby. His arms encircled Emery's waist and she realized they were playing the couple. "I'm sorry, I'm rude, I'm Sam, this is my wife, Emery, we just moved in up the block."

"Oh, hey! I'm Monica," Monica introduced herself, before bending down and looking at her baby, "this is Rosy."

"Rosy? That's such a sweet name," Emery said, before turning to Sam. "Aren't you excited to name ours?"

Sam's eyes widened unexpectedly, but he played along anyway. "Yeah, I am, Em."

"Well, welcome to the neighbourhood! You guys are expecting?"

"I'm about three weeks along," Emery stated, before surprising herself and pecking Sam's lips. "We're so excited."

Sam's eyes were wide as he looked down at Rosy. She wasn't crying or anything, being extremely quiet and not whining in her stroller. She wasn't even squirming.

"She's such a good baby," Sam commented, resting his chin on top of Emery's head.

"I know! I mean, she never cries, she just stares at everybody," Monica said. "Sometimes she stares at you and I swear it's like she's reading your mind." She smiled at the fake couple. "You guys are cute." Her face brightened. "Maybe after you baby is old enough, we could schedule a play date for the two of them!"

"Yeah sure!" Emery answered, before nudging Sam with her elbow.

"What about you, Monica, have you lived here long?" Sam asked.

"Um, my husband and I bought the place just before Rosy was born," Monica stated, pointing out the house they were standing in front of. Well, standing by the lawn of.

"How old is Rosy?" Sam asked.

"She's six months today," Monica stated proudly. "It's big, right! Growing like a weed."

Emery gave the girl a sad smile, "yeah."

"Monica," Sam started, sounding sad. Emery couldn't see his face. They were still keeping up the couple act, Sam's chin still resting on her head, his arms still wrapped around her waist.

"Yeah?"

"Just... Take care of yourself."

"You too! We'll see you around. Good luck with the baby!" Monica sent them a smile.

Both Sam and Emery sent one back, starting to walk away. They heard a honk, before Monica was announcing that that was daddy and suddenly, Emery watched Sam clutch his head. Not wanting Monica to spot Sam keeled over in pain and looking weird, she grabbed his chin and forced their lips together.

It felt strange, kissing Sam, especially when she was in love with his brother. But the brunette didn't have any better ideas, so she kept with it. Sam even moved his lips with hers, probably trying to ignore the pain the vision was causing him. When they finally pulled away, Emery gave Sam a worried look, before grabbing his hand.

Emery pulled him away, texting Dean their location to come and pick them up. The familiar rumble of Impala made Emery sigh in relief when it parked beside them.

Sam got into the passenger seat, Emery getting into the back. Dean looked at Sam, then to the road, then back at Sam.

"Is that lip gloss on your lips?"

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As soon as they got back to the hotel room, Sam had explained what he saw to both Dean and John. Of course, he left out the fact that Emery and he had made out and posed as a married couple expecting.

"A vision?" John asked as Sam clutched his head in obvious pain. John and Dean were seated on the beds, Sam and Emery taking up the table.

"Yes," Sam said. "I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."

"And you think this is going to happen to the woman you guys met because...?" John asked.

"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them," Sam said and Emery took his hand again.

She didn't feel anything romantic for him, Sam the same way for her. Emery was just trying to comfort him at the moment. He needed that.

"It started out as nightmares," Dean cut in. "Then it started happening when he was awake."

"Yeah, it's like," Sam hissed in pain. "It's like the closer I get to anything involving the demon, the stronger the visions get."

Dean had gotten up and started fiddling by the counter. Emery looked at him, before he gave her a look. It simply said, 'we need to talk.'

"Alright, when were you going to tell me this?" John sounded frustrated.

"We didn't know what it meant," Dean simply stated.

"When something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up your phone and you call me," John stated.

Dean set his mug on the counter (he had been making coffee) and turns to his father, raising his eyebrows. "'Call me'? Are you kidding me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence. Alright, Sam called you when I was dying! I mean, getting you on the phone? I have a better chance winning the lottery!"

John nodded, "You're right. Though I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."

"Look, guys, visions or no visions, we know for a fact that the demon is coming tonight," Sam butted in. "And this family is going to go through the same hell we went through."

"No they're not," John stated lowly. "No one is, ever again."

Sam's phone suddenly started ringing. He picked it up and answered it with a gruff hello. Emery couldn't hear the voice on the other said, but the way Sam's hand tensed in her grip, she knew it was bad.

"Who is this?"

There was a deafening silence, before Sam simply stated, "Meg."

Emery's ears started ringing, her head suddenly aching. She keeled over, her head pounding and she probably looked like Sam had earlier. She felt hands on her shoulders, but she couldn't move.

She felt like throwing up and her head was wretched up by the chin, her blue eyes meeting dazzling green ones.

Dean.

Her eyes closed and she started remembering every little thing about Dean. It was too late, however, because before she could do anything, the pain felt like it was imploding her mind and she felt herself get pulled under.

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edited.

brotp samery in this chapter. if you ship them from this, i'm sorry, but they will never happen. i hate it went people have a brother love triangle, in any story.

thanks for reading.

shit's going down next chapter.

bye.