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All Hell Breaks Loose Part Two; Part One
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"I was a drizzle, and she was a hurricane." - John Green

EMERY FELT THE PAIN. SEEING SAM'S dead body laying on that bed. It hurt. It seriously did. This was the man that was her best friend. Her brother. And he was dead.

It was all hitting her now. The pain of never being able to see those hazel eyes again. Or see that smile Sam liked to give her, the one that indicated he wasn't alright, but give him time, he'll get there. Never seeing how long he's going to grow out his hair hurt her. She almost started getting his pyre ready. She wanted it to be perfect, even if she seemed void of emotion at that moment. Sam deserved it for the hell he had been put through.

Though, Emery stayed seated where she was, staring at Dean's back. He had been in the doorway of the room they had laid Sam in for quite some time, staring at his brother's corpse. Emery didn't know what to do. How could she? The little brother he was supposed to take care of just died in his arms.

Bobby walked in and Emery turned her gaze to see him carrying a bucket of KFC chicken. He announced it to both of them, Dean declining as Emery stood up. She was hungry, even if she was mourning. The brunette hadn't ate for a day or two. She was definitely going to eat the greasy chicken.

"You should eat something," Bobby told Dean as Emery grabbed a piece. Her teeth dug into it and she almost moaned. How something so disgusting could taste so good, she didn't know.

"I said I'm fine," Dean snapped back at the older man, before pushing away from the door frame. He walked to the table and grabbed the opened beer he had, drinking the rest of the liquor. Emery awkwardly bit into the chicken again, sensing the tension. Of course there was tension, Sam had just died and Dean was mourning. And what does Dean Winchester do when he's mourning? He pushes people away.

"Dean," Bobby said, looking at Emery for help. She felt herself nod, tears threatening to spill over her eyes. The reality was so much worse then the thoughts she had had so many times. "I hate to bring this up, I really do."

Emery got up from her seat and walked over to Dean, grabbing a hold of his hand. She laced their fingers and Dean glanced down at them. Emery was slightly hurt when he unlaced them, before pulling his hand away. He was already pushing her away and she couldn't do anything about it. "Don't you think it's time we bury Sam?"

Dean looked up from the table, looking at Bobby and then meeting Emery's eyes. His green eyes were devoid of emotion and Emery couldn't fathom what type of thoughts were going through his head at the moment. She didn't want to. Because, Dean was going to be in a horrible place right now, but she couldn't do anything about it. He was pushing her away.

Emery closed her eyes when she heard the word, "No."

"We could, maybe-" Bobby started, trying to convince Dean.

"What? Torch his corpse?" Dean said. He had sat down, staring up at Bobby as Emery opened her eyes again, looking around the room. That was, before her eyes zeroed in on Sam's corpse, a sick feeling falling over her.

He was really dead.

"Not yet," Dean glared at Bobby, who leaned in forward. He looked concerned as Emery diverted her eyes from Sammy, that little boy shaking her hand popping into her mind. A distant memory of happier times, she guessed. Nostalgia.

"I want you to come with me," Bobby said, his voice soft for his usual gruffness, but obviously Dean wouldn't have it. Emery stopped listening to them as she made her way past them and out the door. She couldn't be in that house anymore. It was too painful. Seeing Sam in that state... Emery wanted to cry. She couldn't take it.

Her eyes filled up with tears as she collapsed, her knees caving in. They hit the ground painfully, shooting through her nerves, but she ignored it. The pain in her heart was worse. Emery couldn't stop thinking of little Sammy Winchester, the boy who had gotten weird looks from his classmates for being smarter than the average person. Who had asked for her advise for his first date, after he had went to Dean. Who was the first person to make her feel loved after her adopted parents had died.

She didn't let her tears fall, but she stayed kneeling out there for quite some time. Her heart was in pieces and she needed to get out. Out of this place, away from the constant reminder of the pain that would forever be in her heart. Emery needed to bury that body and say goodbye. It would take some time to actually get over it, but she could do it. She would do it. Emery had too.

She was a hunter and they lost people all the time. But, this was her family.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, Emery looking over it to the old face of Bobby. He had soft eyes and Emery knew Dean had pushed him away too. "Em, are you gonna come with me?"

She needed to get out.

"Yeah, if that's alright," Emery said, her voice breaking as she stood up. Dean needed to mourn and he had a special way of doing it. Emery needed to too. She just couldn't be in that fucking house with Sam. It hurt too much.

As they walked, Emery felt Bobby put an arm over the girl's shoulders and bring her into his side in a hug. She leaned her head on his shoulder as she walked, feeling the tears pool in her eyes again. It still hurt. Oh man, did it hurt.

The ride to Bobby's house was silent, Emery staring out the window. It was good to be away from that place. She couldn't stand the sight of Sam's body. It hurt. It all hurt. And, as she was walking up the steps of Bobby's house, it all came rushing to her. It hit her like a bullet and she started sobbing as she crumbled. Bobby caught her and brought her to his chest, hugging her tightly as she sobbed. Screamed.

Screamed about how it wasn't fair. That he was too young to die. Screaming at God to let her take his place, because at least then Dean could have his little brother. Sure, he would mourn her, but Sam would help him. Sam would know what to do. Sam always knew what to do.

Emery let Bobby lead her to his couch, setting her down, letting her crumble. She was still sobbing because oh god, it hurt so fucking much.

She fell asleep on that couch, clutching her heart, crying. She woke up the next morning, a kink in her neck and the smell of eggs. Her eyes hurt, her head hurt, everything hurt. Why did she have to feel like this, why did death have to hit everybody so hard? Getting up, rolling her shoulders and wiping her eyes, Emery sat down at Bobby's table.

Bobby set some breakfast in front of her, the girl picking at it with numb limbs. She ate, but it was bland on her tongue. The world seemed a little less bright, but she had to push through. She had to be alright, or else all this hunting the demon crap was for nothing. Emery was going to kill that son of a bitch herself. Azazel wasn't going to see it coming.

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She had been reading a lore book when the knock on the door had sounded. Bobby yelled, telling Emery he would answer it, letting the girl continue reading. She had been crying on and off all morning and he only offered her his comfort when she needed it. Other than that, the older man let her be, knowing this girl's mourning wasn't like his or Dean's.

She needed to cry and then she would face the reality. Emery knew Sam was dead. There was no bringing him back.

Bobby had thought that, until he opened the door and spotted the Winchester brothers standing beside each other, staring at him.

"Bobby, who is it?!" Emery called when it seemed to take him a couple minutes to answer the door. She sighed when he didn't answer, closing her book and getting up, throwing it down on the coffee table. "Bobby, I swear to God if it's some Church person inviting us to mass, I'm going to-"

She froze. He was there, standing in front of Bobby, beside Dean. Emery felt herself pale. How was he alive? He wasn't supposed to be alive! That's what happens when you get stabbed clean through the spine. You die. Unless you were something else.

"Hey, Em," Sam said and gave her that stupid smile. Her eye flickered to him, before coming to a rest on Dean, starting to glare. What had he done?

"It's good to see you up and around," Bobby said and Emery knew that he was probably just as pale as she was.

"Yeah, well," Sam took a step forward, placing a hand on Bobby's shoulder. Emery felt herself cringe as she heard the sound it made, feeling oddly angry. How dare Dean do whatever he did to get Sam back? "Thanks for patching me up."

"Don't mention it," Bobby said as Sam came and stood by Emery. The girl took on look at Sam, glared at Dean, before turning on her heel and walking back to the other room. She couldn't stand the sight of either of the Winchesters right now. Though, she couldn't feel any pain from Sam's death, it had all turned into anger.

Emery had listened to Bobby's spiel about the demons, before she went to help Bobby and Dean haul in the books. Well, she didn't go with them, she more of waited till they were gone, before telling Sam she was going to help before she snuck behind them. She hid herself behind a car when she saw Bobby turn around and listened in on the words being exchanged.

"You stupid ass, what did you do?" Bobby snapped, glaring at Dean. He then grabbed Dean's jacket's collar when he did't answer, yelling, "what did you do?!"

There was a pause, a lightbulb going off in Emery's head. She hadn't even noticed she had stood up in the mean time, staring at the back of Dean's head, a glare in her eyes.

"You made a deal for Sam, didn't you?" Bobby asked, looking at the boy. When Dean didn't answer, both Emery and Bobby took that as a yes. "How long did they give ya?"

"Bobby-" Dean tried to explain himself.

"How long?!"

"One year."

Everything fell apart around Emery. A year. Her heart broke at the words, seeing Dean laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood flashing before her eyes. She braced herself against the car, her breaths irregular.

"Damn it, Dean."

"That's why we gotta find this yellow eyed son of a bitch. That's why I'm gonna kill him myself, I got nothing to lose now, right?"

Bobby grabbed Dean's shoulders, dragging him forward angrily. "I could throttle you."

"What? Send me downstairs ahead of schedule?"

There was a pause and Emery looked back up from where her hands were braced against the vehicle. Bobby was looking at Dean, this sad, fatherly expression on his face. "What's with you Winchesters, huh? You, your dad, you're both just itching to throw yourselves down in the pit!"

"That's my point. Dad brought me back, Bobby, I'm not even supposed to be here! At least this way, something good can come out of it... It's like my life can mean something."

"What? And it didn't before?! Have you got that low of an opinion of yourself? Are you that screwed in the head?!"

"I couldn't let him die, Bobby. I couldn't. He's my brother."

"How's your brother gonna feel, when he knows you're going to Hell? How'd you feel when you knew your dad went for you?"

"You can't tell him. You take a shot at me, whatever you do, but please don't tell him."

Bobby looked like he was going to cry for a second, putting his hand on Dean's face. Emery was crying, again, as she took a step from where she was and spoke up. "And what about me, Dean?"

Dean turned to her at her voice, looking like he had just been winded. "Em, I-"

"Did you even consider what this would do to me?" She sobbed, angrily walking forward. "You ignorant dick! Why?! Why did you think this would solve anything?!"

She in front of him now, her fists beating on his chest. Emery was just punching him now, sobbing and hitting until she crumbled against him. He caught her in his arms, kissing the top of her head as she sobbed into his chest.

"You know," he whispered, feeling her shake in his grip. "When I was with the Jinn, you wouldn't believe the dream it gave me. You and Sam were together, as you know. And you were happy. Way happier than you are with me. You both don't need me. You'll be fine without me. Everyone is fine without me."

"You idiot," Emery spat, looking at at him. "You don't get it. I love you! I can't live without you! It doesn't matter that you have this vision about me and Sam, it'll always be you!"

Dean blinked, taken slightly aback, it seemed. He caught himself, though, and pressed a deep, tender kiss to Emery's lips. "And I love you too. But, that's why I have to let you go."

Emery took a step back, the sob getting caught in her throat. Dean looked like he was a puppy who had just been kicked and she knew why. They had just broken up. But he loves her. Emery couldn't move. He loves her. He loves her. He loves her. He loves her. He loves her. He loves her.

But that's why I have to let you go.

Emery was brought out of her thoughts when something made a noise, all three bodies turning towards it.

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edited.

ouch, that hurt to write. i'm sorry, guys. i was really rooting for wilchester to happen throughout the whole book. /:

this is the second last chapter of season two. get ready for the finale.