The Violent Kind

Fanfiction, I guess. Based off the television show "Supernatural"

 

Supernatural -  “The Violent Kind”

 

Flashback to 2002, about six years earlier. Dean is approximately 22 and Emily 19. John, along with Emily’s father, Liam and Bobby leave for a week or so on a hunt. Bobby has grabbed some luggage and started packing it into the cars.

 

Emily:   Dad, why do you have to go? Don’t you trust John and Bobby enough to take care of this?

 

Liam:    Baby doll, you know I do, but this is no one or two-man job, Em. And I also trust John enough when he tells me that Dean will take good care of you, okay? Emily still looks upset.

 

John:    And if anything happens, I’m gonna come back and kick his butt. Jokingly, and smiles at Emily.

 

Liam:    That goes double for me. Seriously, Honey, we’ll be back in about a week and if we’re not back by the 26^th, you guys know what to do. He looks at Dean.

 

Dean:   We go to the police and tell them you went on a camping trip and never came home.

 

John:    And don’t leave the room unless you’re together. Dean, you never let her out of your sight. You hear?

 

Dean:   Yes, sir. Bobby returns.

 

Bobby: We better go soon, before dawn.

 

Emily:   Be careful, dad. Please.

 

Liam:    Don’t worry, Baby Doll. We’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.

 

Emily:   Giving John a worried look, It’s not me I’m worried about.

 

John walks over to Emily, handing her a necklace. The charm has an inscription that reads: “Non Timebo Mala”.

 

John:    Here you go sweetheart. Anytime you’re worried about your dad, remember this. Keep it with you, okay?

 

Emily:   Nods, What does it mean?

 

John:    “I will fear no evil”. He kisses her on the forehead. Everyone’s going to be okay.

 

Liam:    Giving Emily a hug, I love you. Take care of her, Dean. As they shake hands and hug, Liam whispers to Dean. She’s all I have; don’t let anything happen to her.

 

Dean:   Yes, sir.

 

John:    We’ll see you two in about a week. Oh, and if we have to pick up either of you at the police station, we’ll be doin’ some hell raising of our own. Understood?

 

Dean and Emily: together, Bye. Emily runs to the door as John, Liam and Bobby get into the car.

 

Emily:   Be careful! She stands in the door way and watches them drive away.

 

It’s six years later, now. Dean and Sam drive down a small town street in Tallahassee, Florida to a hotel. At a red light, Dean pulls up next to a bar and sees a girl walk out to dump empty beer bottles into a recycling bin. Dean recognizes the girl, but the light turns green before he can say anything.

 

Sam:     Dean…

 

Dean:   Huh? Sam points to the light. Oh, yeah. Find anything?

 

Sam:     Nope. I’ve got Bobby keeping his eyes and ears open too. He’ll give us a heads up if he finds anything. He notices a “vacancy” sign at a hotel near by the bar. This one’s got rooms.

 

Dean:   Sweet. Close to the bar. You want to get us a room?

 

Sam:     Sure, you’re not coming?

 

Dean:   Nah, there was a cute bartender down at the bar we passed.

 

Sam:     That’s what distracted you. Dean smiles. I’ll call you if I find anything.

 

Dean walks into the bar just before closing. He sits at the bar as the bartender, Emily, is cleaning. She doesn’t look up, but asks…

 

Emily:   What can I get for you? The necklace is visible around her neck.

 

Dean:   A beer please, she turns to grab the beer, Baby Doll. Startled, she waits until everyone leaves, locks up and gives him his beer.

 

Emily:   Dean Winchester.

 

Dean:   In the flesh. He gives her a goofy smile. Can I buy you a drink?

 

Emily:   You got a lot of nerve coming back here.

 

Dean:   What are you talking about?

 

Emily:   You never said goodbye, Dean.

 

Dean:   I tried. Your dad almost ripped me a new one, literally.

 

Emily:   Did you suddenly forget how to write?

 

Dean:   I don’t do letters.

 

Emily:   So you forgot how to pick flowers or dial a phone.

 

Dean:   What do you want me to say? I’m sorry.

 

Emily:   You could’ve at least… she stares at him for a minute. Never mind. She walks away to clean tables; Dean follows.

 

Dean:   What? I could have at least done what?

 

Emily:   Never mind. You didn’t care enough back then, why would you care now?

 

Dean:   Care? You think I didn’t care, is that it? I got news for you, sweetheart. I cared more for you than anyone else! Who’s the one who called 911 and rode with you to the hospital?

 

Emily:   You had an obligation to do that! My dad would have killed you and you wouldn’t be here right now. In fact maybe you shouldn’t be here at all. They start raising their voices and yelling at each other.

 

Dean:   No. I’m not leaving. Not until you know exactly what happened. I never meant for any of that to happen and you know that!

 

Emily:   Then where were you? I didn’t need my father, or the doctors, for that matter, trying to console me. I needed a friend; I needed you and you weren’t there! She throws the beer bottle at him, but he ducks out of the way. God, do you know how much I hated you for not being there? She throws more bottles. After the week we spent together, things that we…did together. Damn it, Dean!

 

Dean:   Wait; stop just a minute. I don’t believe this. He never told you?

 

Emily:   Told me what? Told me where you were the past six years? Why I never saw you after that night? Why I couldn’t even mention your name or John’s around him, because…

 

Dean:   Just stop! Let me explain, will you?

 

Emily:   Fine, let’s see what great excuse you can come up with.

 

Dean:   I wanted to see you and I did buy flowers, the purple daisies that I knew you liked. But your father wouldn’t let me near you. He wouldn’t even give you the flowers for me. I understood though, I let him down. More importantly, I let you down. I was supposed to take care of you and instead you almost died. I wanted you to know I was there, but…he breaks off his train of thought.

 

Emily:   It broke my heart, Dean. I thought you didn’t come back on purpose. I thought you didn’t feel the same way.

 

Dean:   I’m so sorry, Emily. I wanted to tell you myself, but he wouldn’t let me ten feet near your room. I felt the same way; and I still do. He walks toward her.

 

Emily:            Everything got so screwed up after that. Dad and I never mentioned it again; he never asked what happened. All I even remember is the events leading up to that night. The movie; dinner; poker.

 

Dean:   You don’t understand how horrible I feel about everything.

 

Emily:   None of it was your fault. If I hadn’t suggested walking through the woods…

 

Dean:   Emily, it wasn’t your fault either.

 

Emily:   Dean, I had no idea everything that you tried to do. You don’t know how much, she pauses…

 

Dean:   How much what?

 

Emily:   How much I wanted you to be there with me. I think I started to fall in love with you, but after everything, it just broke my heart.

 

Dean:   You’ve got to believe me. I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. I never meant to break your heart. He embraces her in a hug. God, I am so sorry.

 

Emily:   I believe you. You and my father are the only people in this world that I still believe and trust with my life. She wipes away tears. Even if you did almost get me killed.

 

Dean:   So, how ‘bout that beer now? She walks behind the bar to grab a couple of bottles.

 

Emily:   On one condition. She walks over to a table and Dean follows.

 

Dean:   I’m listening.

 

Emily:   You say “goodbye” this time.

 

Dean:   Baby, I’m not goin’ anywhere. They sit and drink.

 

A few hours later, Dean walks Emily to her front door.

 

Emily:   Why don’t you come in for a minute?

 

Dean:   Are you sure I should, I mean, what about your dad?

 

Emily:   You’re scared of my dad, aren’t you?

 

Dean:   No! No, but he did want to skin me alive, the last time I checked. I’d kinda like to keep my skin, thank you.

 

Emily:   Well, he’s been asleep for hours by now, and I’m sure he didn’t want to skin you alive. Come on in. They walk in and both notice a smell.

 

Dean:   Well, you didn’t see how angry he was when I showed up with flowers. Umm, no offense, but does your house always smell like sulfur?

 

Emily:   None taken and no, never. Dad? Simultaneously as…

 

Dean:   Liam? He pulls out a flashlight and a gun. Emily, stay behind me. They circle the house and come upon the dining room, where Emily’s father is hanging from the ceiling fan. Son of a b***h!

 

Emily:            Screaming, Dad? NO! This isn’t right, Dean! Starting to panic, There’s no way he could have possibly done this himself. There’s no tables or chairs around this area of the room. It doesn’t make sense. He wouldn’t do this; he wouldn’t kill himself…

 

Dean:   Emily, you need to calm down right now, okay? We’re gonna figure out what happened, but you need to stay calm. He pulls out his phone. Sam, I got a

problem. I’m gonna need your help.

 

Sam arrives at Emily’s house.

 

Sam:     What happened, Dean? I thought you would’ve been back hours ago.

 

Dean:   Okay, mommy. Look, I met Emily at the bar and we lost track of time. I walked her home, I was gonna stay long enough to make sure she got in okay, and I heard a scream. When I ran in and her dad was…well you can go see for yourself. Sam walks into Emily’s house. Tell me if you notice a smell.

Sam:     Hey, you must be Emily. Dean told me what happened. I’m sorry.

 

Emily:   Thanks, but it’s not your fault. You’re Sam right?

 

Sam:     Uh oh, I hope he didn’t say anything bad about me.

 

Emily:   Not at all. I’m sorry about your dad, too.

 

Sam:     looking shocked that she knew about his dad, Well, don’t be, it’s not your fault. He smiles at her. Do you mind if I take a look around?

 

Emily:   No, go right ahead.

 

Sam:     Dean tells me that you think it wasn’t suicide; that it could have been something…

 

Emily:            Supernatural.

 

Sam:     Right. Do you believe in that stuff?

 

Emily:   Sure, unless someone can prove to me that it’s all crap.

 

Sam:     All right, well, I’m going to go take a look around.

 

Dean and Emily follow Sam into the house. Dean pretends to question her, even though he already knows almost everything.

 

Dean:   Were you close with your father? Emily looks at him, confused. He whispers, play along. Emily nods.

 

Emily:   After my oldest brother died, my dad was all I had.

 

Dean:   What happened to your brother? Emily hesitates.

 

Emily:   He had been drinking. I didn’t know it but I think Johnny did, my younger older

brother. We were coming home from a Christmas party. I fell asleep I think, because the next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital with a tube down my throat and I couldn’t move my legs.

 

Dean:   Ouch. What happened to your brothers? Dean’s shocked because he didn’t know this.

 

Emily:   Johnny was killed. The police had told me that a truck had hit us on the passenger side. He called shotgun and I sat behind Mike…

 

Dean:   Mike’s your older brother? What happened to him?

Emily:   He was charged with vehicular manslaughter for the death of my brother, sentenced to life without parole and ended up dieing of cancer within a few months.

 

Dean:   You’re not exactly full of good luck then, are you? In a joking way, laughing.

 

Emily:   Not really. I’m surprised you stayed here for as long as you have.

 

Dean:   I don’t really scare easily…

 

Sam:     interrupting, What do you mean you don’t scare easily; you’re afraid of rats.

 

Dean Glares at Sam.

 

Dean:   Plus we want to help you find out what really happened to your father. To Sam, did you find anything abnormal?

 

Sam:     Yeah, actually. I got crazy readings on the EMF and the highest level of sulfur is in the dining room.

 

Emily:   Where my father was killed.

 

Dean:   Right. Which means it’s gotta be a pissed off spirit or demon of some sort. He turns to Emily. Can you think of anyone who has died, possibly your brothers, who might have had a grudge against your dad before they died?

 

Emily:   Well, now that you mention it, the night of the accident, my dad and Johnny got into an argument. It got kind of heated; my dad actually hit Johnny. My dad never hit anyone.

 

Sam:     What were they arguing about?

 

Emily:   You know, I can’t remember.

 

Dean:   While you try to remember it, do you mind showing us the crash site?

 

Emily, Dean, and Sam drive the site of Emily’s older brother Johnny’s, death site. The site is at a crossroad area and a couple blocks away, is the hotel where the party was held.

 

Sam:     This isn’t right though, Dean. I mean if this is the spot where Johnny was killed; don’t you think his spirit would be trapped in this area?

 

Dean:   Not necessarily. If he had enough hatred in him towards his dad when he died, it could be enough to release his spirit from this area, give him a sort of freedom.

 

Emily:   I think your right, Dean. After my brother died I started reading about unfinished business that spirits might have. They’re called earthbound spirits, so they’re free to roam wherever they please. If he were trapped here at this intersection, that would mean he was a malicious spirit and I know my brother isn’t malicious, he probably wanted to make things right with my dad.

 

Sam:     So, we just perform and exorcism. Exorcize the area of the spirit. There’s no way for your brother to make things right with your dad now.

 

Emily:            Exorcise the whole town? Can you do that?

 

Dean:   The 4077^th performed an exorcism on the camp. An old Korean man wouldn’t let them operate because the camp had spirits of the dead soldiers that they tried to save. Colonel Potter called in an exorcist to free the camp of the spirits. So why can’t we so the same here?

 

Emily:            Wait…there’s something wrong.

 

Dean:   What is it?

 

Emily:   It’s not my brother.

 

Sam:     What do you mean it’s not your brother?

 

Emily:   I can feel whatever it is, and it’s not Johnny.

 

Sam:     You can feel something here? What else do you feel?

 

Emily:   Cold, freezing actually. Dean takes off his jacket and hands it to her. There’s a lot of anger, too, and hatred She starts to panic. It’s not right; we need to go now.

 

Dean:   Are you okay? Calm down…

 

Emily:   No! We need to go…please.

 

Dean:   Okay, just go wait in the car; I need to talk to Sammy for a minute. Emily walks to the car. Did you notice anything different about her?

 

Sam:     Yeah, she could sense that the spirit here isn’t her brother.

 

Dean:   Think she’s got the same kind of mojo goin’ on that you do? You have premonitions and send demons back to hell. She has empathic abilities.

 

Sam:     There’s only one way to find out. Let’s go ask.

 

They walk to the car to find Emily asleep in the back seat.

Dean:   Well, it’s gonna be a little hard to find out now. She’s sleepin’ like a baby.

 

Sam:     All right. So what do we do now?

 

Dean:   We let her sleep. She had a late night and a rough morning. In the meantime do as much research as we can on this intersection.

 

Sam:     I think I saw a library back that way. Points behind him, Why don’t you drop me off there and you can take her back to her house and I’ll call you with any information I find. Keep an eye on her, though. If this is the spirit that killed her father, it could be after her, too.

 

Dean:   Yeah, you’re right. I’ll try to ask around town and see what the locals know about this stretch of highway.

 

They drive off. Dean walks into a diner down the street from her house.

 

Waiter: What can I get for you, son?

 

Dean:   Three turkey sandwiches and three beers please. To go?

 

Waiter: Sure thing.

 

Dean:   You wouldn’t happen to know what happened at the intersection about a mile or so east of here, would you?

 

Waiter: Why do you want to know?

 

Dean:   Just curious really.

 

Waiter: There’s nothing interesting about that highway. Just some people were killed a few years ago. A girl was kidnapped and later found dead on that highway.

 

Dean:   What do you know about those incidents?

 

Waiter: The most famous incident was Johnny Parrish. He was killed in a car accident.

 

Dean:   Emily’s brother, right?

 

Waiter: Poor Emmy. Now she’s got no one.

 

Dean:   Emmy? I though her name is Emily.

 

Waiter:            Emmy’s a nickname her father would call her after her mother died. Her mother’s name was Emmy. The town sort of adopted it.

 

Dean:   Do you happen to know how her mother died?

 

Waiter: There was a fire in Emmy’s nursery when she was about six months old.

 

Dean is now back at the Emily’s house, thinking that Emily is still sleeping on the couch…

 

Dean:   Emily, wake up. I’ve got lunch. Emily? He goes over and gently shakes her.

 

Emily:   She screams, startled by Dean. What the hell? You scared the crap out of me.

 

Dean:   Sorry, I though you were still sleeping. I didn’t see the headphones. Here, I brought lunch. I hope you don’t mind a turkey sandwich and a beer.

 

Emily:   Thanks. They walk over to the dinning room. They are both quiet for a while.

 

Dean:   I’m just gonna get straight to the point here. Your mother died when you were six months old in a fire that started in your nursery. She was pinned to the ceiling and burst into flames. Then, 22 years later to the day that she died you started noticing that you had empathic abilities. Did I leave anything out?

 

Emily:   she answers sarcastically. Yeah, I got my first period on my 12^th birthday. It ruined my whole day.

 

Dean:   a little grossed out, but also sarcastic. Over-share, but I’m glad we cleared that up. There’s one thing I’m still confused about though.

 

Emily:   What’s that?

 

Dean:   You’re part of the whole “special children” thing that Azazel put together. You should either be dead or Sam would have recognized you. He didn’t recognize you at all which means you weren’t even part of Azazel’s twisted little game.

 

Emily:   Who’s Azazel and what’s his “twisted little game”?

 

Dean:   Oh come on, how can you not know? Azazel…the yellow-eyed demon?

 

Emily:   Oh, Yellow-eyes. I didn’t know he had a real name.

 

Dean:   Yeah, well his idea of fun was to kidnap all the special children who hadn’t yet been killed, throw them into Cold Oak and wait until they killed each other. The last one standing gets to do his dirty work for him.

 

Emily:   Dirty work being…

 

Dean:   Open the gate to Hell.

Emily:   So how did Sam come out alive? Because either he died and you brought him back, or he was the last one standing. Dean’s silent. He died and you sold your soul didn’t you? He’s still silent. Oh, Dean.

 

Dean:   You’d do it too, if you had to.

 

Emily:   Maybe.

 

Dean:            Anyways I’ve done my time. Now, you have some questions to answer.

 

Emily:   My dad got word of Yellow-eyes’ plan. After the accident that killed Johnny, I was in such bad shape, that no one knew if I’d make it. He faked my death and I laid low for a while, hunting with him only when it was absolutely necessary.

 

Dean:   Wow, I didn’t think anyone could fool old Yellow-eyes.

 

Emily:   Fooled a lot of people. Once we heard that Yellow-eyes was dead, I came out of hiding, so to speak. So, how’d you find out about my mom, anyways? Wait; let me guess, Señor Boca?

 

Dean:   Huh? What’s Señor Boca mean? And who’s Señor Boca?

 

Emily:   Mr. Mouth. If you want everyone to know something, you tell Fred, and he tells the town.

 

Dean:   Why didn’t you tell me how your mom died?

 

Emily:   I don’t like to share it and I don’t like to talk about sharing it.

 

Dean:   You and I have a lot in common; you know that? My mom died the same way yours did.

 

Emily:   I know, my dad told me just before the hunt. It sucks, not having a mom. I never learned the things that other girls knew.

 

Dean:   Here’s to you, Sammy and me. Raises his beer. We’re gonna have to live life on our own, but I think we’ll be okay. He goes to take a sip.

 

Emily:   That was the cheesiest toast I ever heard. She’s teasing and winks at him as his phone rings.

 

Dean:            Sammy, what’d you find out?

 

Sam:     It turns out that the set of crossroads where Emily’s brother died was a lynching site back in the early 1800’s.

 

Dean:   What does this have to do with Emily, her brother or her father?

 

Sam:            Ancestors of Emily’s were participants in the lynching. One hanging in particular, a guy named Anton Johnson was said to have had sexual relations with a woman named Laura Parrish, one of Emily’s very great-grandmothers. Laura’s husband found out and personally hanged Anton. Since then, it is said that Anton’s spirit will try to kill anyone related to Laura and her husband, who still resides in Florida.

 

Dean:   Which means Emily could be next.

 

Sam:     We have to keep an eye on her; we can’t let her out of our site.

 

Dean:   That’s gonna be kinda hard, don’t you think? What if she needs to go to the bathroom, we can’t hold her hand 24/7.

 

Sam:     Dude, you know what I mean.

 

Dean:   Yeah. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna let anything happen to her… he puts away his phone and turns to Emily…at least not this time. So, here’s the deal. There’s a spirit haunting the crossroads. It belongs to a man that one of your great ancestors killed back in the 1800’s. He’s been killing members of your family since. We think you’re next on his list. He starts to put salt around the doors and windows to prevent spirits from entering the room.

 

Emily:   Just what I’ve always wanted – my own personal spirit trying to kill me. (Pause) Okay, well, I don’t want to die. Dean, I’m trusting you with my life…again.

 

Dean:   Well, I’m not going to let anything happen to you this time, and I mean that. I need to go pick up Sam from the library. There are two things we can do: 1) you can stay here with the doors and windows salted, not leave the house and hold a shot gun loaded with rock-salt to shoot the spirit and scare it away. Or 2) you can come with me, where you’ll be guaranteed to be safe, said with a smirk and cockiness. It’s up to you.

 

Emily:   As much as I love the thought of a shotgun loaded with rock salt, I think I’d rather go with you.

 

Dean:   All right then, let’s go get Sam.

 

Emily:   What did you mean, “guaranteed to be safe”? I was guaranteed to be safe when I was left with you six years ago and look how that turned out.

 

Dean:   Now, that’s not fair. You know that wasn’t entirely my fault. It was just as much your fault as it was mine.

 

Emily:   Relax, I know. It’s just that the phrase isn’t exactly the best phrase to use, especially in the line of work that you do.

 

Dean:   But you have to admit, you do feel a lot safer when I’m around, right?

 

Emily:   If it’ll help you sleep better at night, yes. I feel a lot safer when you’re around. And you know you’re a sight for sore eyes after six long years.

 

Dean:   Now you’re just feeding my ego.

 

Emily:   Maybe, but you have to admit, you do feel a lot sexier when I’m around, right? Dean laughs.

 

Dean:   That must be why I didn’t feel sexy anymore after your dad forbid me to see you.

 

Sam is waiting outside the library, when Dean and Emily pull up.

 

Sam:     Here’s a list of things we need for an exorcism. We should do this as soon as possible.

 

Emily:   Wait a minute. You’re going to exorcise the tree? I thought you were going to exorcise the town. Is it even possible to exorcise a tree?

 

Sam:     Well, we’ve exorcised humans…

 

Dean:   Yeah, humans and…and uh…

 

Emily:   You’ve never exorcised anything other than a human, have you?

 

Dean:   No.

 

Emily:   So, if this doesn’t work, what are you going to do?

 

Dean:   We go to plan B.

 

Emily:   Do we have a plan B?

 

Dean:   Not exactly…if this doesn’t work, we’ll figure one out.

 

Sam:     Emily, do you know where we can get any of this stuff?

 

Emily:   That depends. Is it your normal, everyday herbs and spices? Or is it crazy Wiccan herbs that a grocery store won’t sell? You know, like eye of newt?

 

Sam:     Most of it looks pretty normal. There is one thing though, it may be tough to find.

 

Dean:   What is it? It’s not eye of newt is it, cause that’s just gross.

 

Sam:     We need some of Anton’s blood.

 

Dean:   Where the Hell are we gonna get his blood?

 

Emily:   Okay, stupid question…why don’t we burn his bones? Wouldn’t that be easier than searching for all of these different things? Plus, we need a priest, this town only has one and he’s at a convention.

 

Sam:     That would be a lot easier if only we knew where Anton was buried.

 

Dean:   The priest is at a convention?

 

Emily:   Yeah. Our priest can’t go to a convention?

 

Dean:   Well, what if someone needs the last rights? It’d be nice to give a dead guy the last rights.

 

Emily:   Well, we just hope no one dies…and if someone does, we call him back early. She pauses and gets a funny look on her face. Um…guys? She gets thrown backwards and lands on her side. Okay, that really hurt.

 

Dean:   Emily, are you okay?            He rushes over to help her up. What happened?

 

Emily:   I don’t know. One minute I’m talking to you guys and the next I feel a force of energy strong enough to stop a train at full speed.

 

Sam:     You think maybe it’s Anton’s spirit?

 

Emily:   It’s very po- She flies backwards again. Okay. What the Hell? I never did anything to him! They rush to help her again

 

Sam:     But your ancestors did and that’s all he cares about. Their blood runs in your veins and he wants revenge.

 

Emily:   I’m not going to die because of something that happened a few centuries ago; because of something that I didn’t even have anything to do with.

 

She starts to walk back to the car, but before she gets there, she’s thrown back again this time against a tree. She’s being strung up by an invisible noose. Sam and Dean rush over to try to get her down, but neither of them can reach her.

 

Sam:     Dean, what if the tree is the power source for Anton? The crossroads is where he was beaten and the tree is where he was actually hanged?

 

Dean:   So what? You wanna burn down the tree?

 

Sam:     Why not? It’s worth a shot.

 

Dean:   Not with Emily up there. We need to get her down first.

 

Sam grabs shotguns from the car, hands one to Dean

 

Dean:   How do we know where to shoot?

 

Sam:     Aim above her head. They both start shooting above Emily. Dean accidentally shoots Emily in the arm, and then she falls.

 

Emily:   It’s not bad enough that I was being strangled but you had to shoot me, too, didn’t you, Dean.

 

Dean:   Sorry. I didn’t mean to, but you flailing around like that, it’s hard to keep a steady aim.

 

Emily:   Well, it’s not the first time I’ve almost d-

 

Sam:     Don’t say it, you’ll jinx it.

 

Emily:   Oh, you’re right. Well you guys know what I mean. The rock salt just scared him away, so what are we going to do now.

 

Dean:   Sam thinks that the tree is Anton’s power source. So we burn the tree.

 

Emily:   That tree has been here for hundreds of years. What if your plan doesn’t work?

 

Sam:     Then we find his bones and burn those too and pray to God that does work.

 

Emily:   And if it doesn’t work, I hope you guys have a back-up, back-up plan. Maybe just to be safe we ought to go burn the bones after we burn the tree, huh? ‘Cause I don’t know about you guys, but I really don’t feel like almost getting killed again.

 

Dean:   Not a bad idea…and you didn’t almost get killed

 

Emily:   Yeah? Then what was all that “flailing” about that I was doing up there, huh?

 

Dean:   Well, you’re alive and that’s that.

 

Sam:     Did you guys get married and not tell me, ‘cause you’re acting like an old married couple.

 

Dean:   Very funny. Come on; let’s burn this sucker down.

They douse the tree with salt, gasoline and finally, fire in hopes to rid the town of Anton’s spirit.

 

Dean:   All right, do we know where Anton is buried?

 

Emily:   Well, there’s a cemetery behind a church that’s down that way, most of the town’s dead are buried there.

 

Sam:     So there’s a good chance that Anton’s buried there.  What was his last name again?

 

Emily:            Johnson.

 

Dean:   Okay, let’s go find this guy and burn his bones. They start to walk towards the car.

 

Sam:            Whispering to Dean, You’re in a big hurry to burn this guy’s bones. I’ve never seen you in this much of a hurry to save a girl…except for Cassie. He stares at Dean for a moment. You got a thing for her.

 

Dean:   Shut up Sam, I do not. Emily starts throwing rocks in front of them as they walk.

 

Sam:     Yes you do. I can see it; I’m not stupid you know.

 

Dean:   Of course you’re not stupid. Only a stupid man would think you’re stupid.

 

Sam:     So? More rocks fall in front of them and they turn to look at Emily

 

Emily:   What? I’m just standin’ here, bleedin’.

 

Sam:     Why are you throwing rocks at us?

 

Emily:   ‘Cause I know you’re talking about me and I’m trying to get your attention to tell you I’d really like to get my arm fixed. 

 

Dean:   And just how do you know we’re talking about you?

 

Emily:   I can feel it. Plus, I’m not stupid, you know. Imitating Sam.

 

Dean:   We gotta be careful around her, she eve’s drops.

 

Emily:   I do not; I simply have empathic abilities. You said it yourself.

 

Dean:   Okay, what am I feeling now?   

 

Sam:     Great, here we go again.

Emily:   I can’t say it out loud.

 

Dean:   ‘Cause you don’t know, do you?

 

Emily:   Oh no, I know exactly what your thinking. I just can’t say it out loud because it’s dirty. Like I told you at the bar, you’re a dirty-minded little freak, Dean, and you probably need help.

 

Sam:     Dean, you’re sick. You know that? In the head kind of sick, too, not “cough, cough I need to go to the doctor” sick.

 

Dean:   Leave me alone, whispering, you can’t blame me for thinking she’s hot. I bet you’re thinking the same thing.

 

Sam:     That’s beside the point. We have to go burn some bones now.

 

Dean:   So you do think she’s hot?

 

Sam:     Dude, shut up!

 

Emily:   Now who’s acting like an old married couple? But seriously, guys. Can one of you take me back to my place so I can fix my arm?

 

Sam:     I’ll bet Dean would enjoy helping you with that…

 

Dean:   Samuel Winchester! Okay, this is what we’re gonna do. Sam, can you drop us off at Emily’s house and you can come back here and burn Anton’s bones by yourself?

 

Sam:     Yeah, sure.

 

Back at Emily’s house…

 

Emily:   There’s cotton, tweezers, rubbing alcohol and gauze in the bathroom. I’ll get the needles and thread for stitching. She also grabs a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Dean comes out of the bathroom and they both sit at a dining room table.

 

Dean:   It’s gonna hurt, are you sure you don’t want to go to a hospital?

 

Emily:   And tell them what? We were shooting at a spirit with rock salt and you accidentally shot me?

 

Dean:   Just asking. But it is going to hurt.

 

Emily:   It won’t hurt that much. She takes a swig of the Jack. Dean just looks at her. What?

Dean:            Nothing, it’s just that you’ve changed a lot since the last time I saw you.

 

Emily:   Well, I grew up in the last six years.

 

Dean:   Yeah, I can tell.

 

Emily:   Dude, I can't believe you shot me.

 

Dean:   I told you I’m sorry.

 

Emily:   I’m not holding anything against you, but I always seem to get hurt when you’re around.

 

Dean:   You’re right. Your dad would definitely skin me alive now. In fact, I should probably leave, so you don’t get hurt again. I’ll let you handle the angry spirit by yourself. Dean jokingly gets up to leave.

 

Emily:   Not so fast, there. She grabs his jacket and pulls him back toward her and they almost kiss. I’ve still got an open wound. Dean looks a little disappointed that she didn’t kiss him.

 

Dean:   That’s what I thought. You know I don’t get you hurt on purpose. You mean a lot to me and I don’t want anything to happen to you.

 

Emily:   Awe, you’re sweet. Dean stops what he’s doing for a moment to look at her, almost lovingly. She smiles at him and he winks back. Hey, can I ask you a question? Dean nods. Why don’t you want Sam to know that we know each other? She continues to drink. Ouch!

 

Dean:   Sorry. The whole deal of him going to school is kinda a sore subject between us.

 

Emily:   That’s too bad. I hate keeping secrets from people. She winces. Dean looks at her again, with a long steady gaze. Now what?

 

Dean:   Just checking out all the colors in your hair. I mean, you’ve got purple, blue, pink. Do you have any hidden tattoos, too?

 

Emily:   Yes. Dean looks at her, shocked. But they’re ones you’ll never see. Dean drops his head in defeat.

 

Dean:   he whispers to himself, Damn.

 

Meanwhile, Sam is in the cemetery. He throws a lit match into a grave.

 

Sam:     Man, I hope this works. He gets into the car and drives to Emily’s house. Dean? Emily?

 

Emily:   She walks out of the dining room; He walked down the street to the pizza place.

 

Sam:     Hey, how’s your arm?

 

Emily:   All stitched up and un-rock salted.

 

Sam:     That’s good. Anton’s bones are just ash now. Hopefully this thing’s all over now.

 

Emily:   Yeah. Hey, I want to thank you and Dean. You guys have been wonderful.

 

Sam:     Well, it’s kind of what we do.

 

Emily:   Still, thank you.

 

Sam:     Any time. Hey, can I ask you a question?

 

Emily:   Yeah, what’s on your mind?

 

Sam:     You and Dean…is there anything…well you guys seemed to be real friendly, if you catch my drift.

 

Emily:   I see where you’re going. And there’s nothing going on. But we did talk a lot the other night.

 

Sam:     I can tell that he really likes you, Emily. And I do to, just not in the same way.

 

Emily:   Yeah, I like both of you guys, too.

 

Sam:     You should see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking.

 

Emily:   What? That’s ridiculous.

 

Sam:     I’m serious. I’ve never seen him look at anyone with the same googly-eyed look that he looks at you with. I can practically see the butterflies in his stomach.

 

Emily:   Sam, I’d love to tell you that we’ve known each other for a few years, but I can't.

 

Sam:     Why not?

 

Emily:   It’s simply not the truth.

 

Now Dean walks into the pizza parlor.

 

Dean:   Hello? Excuse me; is anyone here? He gets slammed against the wall and cut back to Emily who also gets thrown against the wall, simultaneously. What the Hell? Dean’s doubled over in pain. Cuts back to Emily.

 

Sam:     Emily! What happened; are you okay?

 

Emily: doubled over in pain, It’s Dean; he’s in trouble. Cuts back to Dean.

 

Dean:   What the Hell is going on? An invisible hand grabs Dean’s neck and pins him against the wall - his feet barely touching the ground. He struggles to get free. Same thing happens to Emily. Cuts back to the Emily’s house.

 

Emily:   being picked up off the ground by her neck, Go… Struggling to breath help Dean…You have to… to help me.

 

Back at the pizza place, Dean hears a low-pitched angry voice.

 

Voice:  Let her die, it’s the only way to stop the murders. It has to end with her.

 

Dean:   I won’t let her; you’re not going to hurt her.

 

Voice:  You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.

 

Dean:   I don’t give a rat’s a*s what I’ve… He’s thrown against the adjacent wall just as Emily hits the wall in the same way. She falls to the ground, unconscious. Sam walks into the pizzeria. Son of a b***h!

 

Sam:     Dean! Shouting, Dean, where are you?

 

Dean:   Over here.

 

Sam:     You were attacked, weren’t you?

 

Dean:   How’d you know?

 

Sam:     The same thing happened to Emily. She was thrown against a wall, something holding her by the neck.

 

Dean:   It was Anton. He told me to let her die; it has to end with her. Whatever the Hell that means.

 

Sam:     If burning his bones and the tree didn’t work, what do we do?

 

Dean:   We’ll worry about that later. Where’s Emily?

 

Sam:     She told me to come find you, that it was the only way to help her.

Dean:   We need to go back to her place and make sure she’s okay. Then we’ll figure out where to go from there.

 

They return to find Emily on the floor.

 

Dean:   Oh, man. Seeing Emily’s living room trashed, She’s gonna be pissed when she sees this mess.

 

Sam:     Dean, over there. He points to Emily lying on the floor, unconscious.

 

Dean:            Leaning down to Emily, Hey, Emily, can you hear me? Sam, can you get us a couple of ice packs?

 

Sam:     Yeah, sure. Emily starts to wake up, and tries to sit up.

 

Dean:   Easy, easy. He helps her sit up. Sam returns with the ice packs.

 

Sam:     Here you go. Handing one to both of them.

 

Dean:   Thanks.

 

Emily:   Thank you. So…?

 

Dean:            So…now we roll on to plan C.

 

Emily:   And that would be…?

 

Dean:   Good question.

 

Sam: To Emily, So you felt everything that was happening to Dean?

 

Emily:   Yeah, it was weird. I felt the hand of who ever grabbed a hold of Dean.

 

Dean:   Did it have anything to do with how you knew what I was feeling back at the cemetery?

 

Emily:   You mean empathy? No, I had no idea what your emotions were. I could only feel your physical pain.

 

Sam:     Maybe, some how, you’re linked to Anton. He’s so angry with your ancestors for what they did to him, that his anger transferred through Dean to you. You and Dean do seem to have a little something going on.

 

Emily: Dean and I have something going on? Sam, I thought we talked about this.

 

Dean:   Okay, the important thing is we need to figure out how to get rid of this pissed off spirit before anything else happens. Wait, you guys talked about me?

 

Emily:   No, about you and me. Well, what do you think we should do?

 

Dean:   Oh, yeah. Well, I think we should do a little more research; see if there’s anything else about this guy that we don’t know yet. Emily, is there anything that you know of that could help us here, maybe in your attic?

 

Sam:     Yeah, papers, articles on what exactly this guy did to your ancestors?

 

Dean:   Or what your ancestors did to him?

 

Emily:   We could take a look. I know there’s a lot of old papers, clothes – stuff that my father collected over the years.

 

Dean:   What do you say we go take a look?

 

Up in the attic…

 

Emily:   Feel free to look through anything.

 

Dean:   Alright, I’ll take this end and you take that end, Sammy?

 

Sam:     Yeah, sure. After looking for a few minutes, Sam finds some old record albums. Hey, your dad liked a lot of old classic rock, didn’t he? I think he might have got along real well with Dean. Dean clears his throat.

 

Emily:   Yeah, he loved his record collection. But, uh, Dean seems to be too hardheaded. I think my dad probably would have wanted to rip him a new one most of the time. She winks at Dean and walks over to Sam. I think his favorite was…this one.

 

Sam:     Relics by Pink Floyd?

 

Emily:   Yeah, I’m named after one of the songs, “See Emily Play”. He played it all the time. She puts the record on. I think by default it became my favorite, too.

 

Dean:   Without his influence what’s your favorite song?

 

Emily:   Hmm. Probably, “Shine on You Crazy Diamond” even though it’s close to thirty minutes longs.

 

Dean:   I always liked “What Do You Want From Me”. The guitar riff is absolutley incre… Sam interrupts.

 

Sam:     Hey guys, I think I found something.

Dean:   What ’cha got there?

 

Sam:     I found this newspaper article saying that the wife of the man who killed Anton Johnson had given birth to a girl eight months after Anton was killed. Authorities suspected that the child’s father was Anton only because according to Mr. Parrish, he and his wife hadn’t, um, they uh…

 

Emily:   They hadn’t done the “dirty no-no cha-cha”? Is that what you mean?

 

Dean: laughing out loud while Sam laughs quietly, Where did you get “dirty no-no cha-cha” from?

 

Emily:   It’s just a phrase that one of my friends came up with.

 

Dean:   Cute. So your very great grandmother slept with someone other than her husband and had an illegitimate child. We’ve gone off of a couple different theories, and none of them have done the trick. My last theory is that this spirit revolves around that kid. Emily takes the article from Sam.

 

 Sam:    Okay, then we find the bones of the kid and burn them, too. And if that doesn’t work, we’re just screwed.

 

Emily:   Guys, there is just one little problem.

 

Dean:   Yeah? Is it like “the kid’s not dead yet” problem? Or “he was cremated” kind of a problem?

 

Emily:            Neither. The kid was put up for adoption.

 

Dean:   What? Jesus Christ, we’re never gonna find the bones now. What do you say, Emily that you just pack up get the Hell outta dodge?

 

Sam:     Dean, you told me yourself that the spirit wouldn’t stop until she dies, right?

 

Dean:   Yeah.

 

Sam:     And you also said that we’re not going to let that happen, right?   

 

Dean:   Of course we’re not gonna let her croak, but how are we gonna find the bones of this kid when he’s adopted? I bet records of adoption didn’t even exist yet.

 

Emily:   Maybe not, but I think Señor Boca can help us out here. Remember, he knows everything there is to know about this town.

 

Sam:     Even something that happened back in the 1800’s?

 

Emily:   It’s worth a shot, right. The worst that can happen is he says, “Sorry that’s the only thing that I don’t know about this town.”

 

Dean:   She does have a point.

 

Sam:     What and who is Señor Boca?

 

Emily:   He’s the town’s living tabloid. I suggest if you don’t want everyone to know something, don’t let him know it.

 

Sam:     Okay, let’s go talk to this Senior Loco.

 

Emily:   Señor Boca. It means Mr. Mouth. Sam gives her a blank stare. You know, because he can’t keep his trap shut.

 

Sam:     I get it. But I kinda liked Senior Loco better.

 

They walk into the diner and it’s vacant but trashed.

 

Dean:   Looks like your hometown here has turned into a ghost town.

 

Emily:   Oh no! It’s Fred, I think…

 

Dean:   Yeah, leaning down to check his pulse. He’s dead.

 

Sam:     Poor guy.

 

Dean:   Do you think he has any files or anything on the town? Maybe something in the back, a hidden safe, you see where I’m going with this?

 

Emily:   Yeah, it really wasn’t that hard to figure out. But, I guess you can look, I don’t know what all he’s got hidden around here. She gets a worried look. Oh no, not again…She points behind Sam. Turning around, he sees Anton, but not invisible.

 

Sam: reaching for his shotgun, shooting; and it does nothing. Dean, rock salt doesn’t work.

 

Anton walks right through Sam, towards Emily. He hits her in the head and she hits the wall. He starts to hit her with a whip that reflects how he was beaten before he was hanged. Emily starts screaming.

 

Dean:   What the Hell? How can he be hitting her, he’s a damn spirit!?

 

Sam:     I read something in the paper I found that said before Anton was killed, he was beaten severely. He’s got to be making her feel the same pain that he felt before he died.

Dean:   Well, one thing’s for sure – he’s not going to kill her. Do anything you can to distract him. I’m going to look and see if I find something that will explain more about Anton. Hearing Emily’s painful cries, Sam, you can’t let anything…

 

Sam:     Don’t worry; I won’t let her. But what ever we do here, we gotta do it fast. Turning to Anton, trying to distract him, Hey! Anton, leave her alone. You know she’s not the one who put you through all that pain. She had nothing to do with it. This only makes Anton even angrier. He turns to face Sam and throws him against a wall.

 

Dean:   Sam? Are you okay?

 

Sam:     Did you find anything, yet? Standing up in a painful manner.

 

Dean:            Sammy, we struck gold! Old Fred had files on everyone in town, including Anton and Laura Parrish. He’s even got one on the kid they had, or she had. She’s buried in the same cemetery as Anton. Sammy, you gotta take this one for me. Go, fast, and make sure that sucker’s burned good, for Emily. Sam takes off to the cemetery. Dean starts shooting at Anton, knowing it doesn’t hurt him. Hey, you stupid spirit. You know that’s all you are. She’s done nothing to you; you piece of sh…Cuts to Sam, in the cemetery

 

Sam:     God, please let this work this time. He throws a lit match into the coffin. Cuts back to Dean and Emily.

 

Dean:   Seeing Anton’s spirit slowly disappear, he rushes over to Emily, who’s still crying. Emily, are you okay? Upon Dean’s approach, Emily seems scared at first, flinching when he touches her. When she realizes that it’s Dean, she’s relieved. He wraps his arms around her, almost cradling her. It’s okay. Everything’s over now, you’re gonna be okay. Dean’s cell phone rings. It’s Sam.

 

Sam:     Is everything okay? Emily?

 

Dean:   She’s fine, scared and bleeding, but fine.

 

He picks Emily up and carries her to the car when Sam gets there. The next day, they’re standing next to the car in front of Emily’s house.

 

Emily:   I want to thank you guys. I think I owe you for just about everything.

 

Sam:     But we didn’t find out what really killed your father.

 

Emily:   I think we all know what killed him and I think he’s in a much better place now. And I have you two to thank for that. Her and Dean share a “special” glance.

 

Sam:     Well, I guess I’ll go wait in the car. Emily, I hope we see you again, just not like this.

 

Emily:   It’s a deal then; we won’t meet like this again…ever. See ya ‘round Sam.

 

Sam:     Yeah, see ya. He hesitates before leaving, giving Dean a funny look.

 

Dean:   So…

 

Emily:            So…thanks for saving my life, again. My dad would be very impressed.

 

Dean:   Yeah, well I figured you…um, what I mean is…to make up for, well…man, you really get a guy tongue-tied, you know that?

 

Emily:   I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I bet you could do the same thing to a girl.

 

Dean turns to walk away. Emily clears her throat, loudly to regain his attention. Dean turns to face her and they kiss.

 

Dean:   If you ever need anything, just call. My phone’s always on.

 

Emily:   Just say goodbye this time.

 

Dean:            Goodbye, Emily Parrish.

 

Emily:            Goodbye, Dean Winchester.

 

Dean turns to walk away again. Emily walks back to her house. Dean gets to the car and pulls an envelope out of his jacket pocket. It says “Emily” on the front. He turns it over in his hands, as if to inspect its quality.

 

Sam:     Dean? Come on let’s go. Bobby’s got something for us near Shiloh, Tennessee.

 

Dean:   Umm, you know what? Why don’t you go back to the hotel? I’ll be back in a few hours.

 

Sam:     What? Don’t you think we should leave now and get a head start?

 

Dean:   No, we’ve had a long couple of days. We should rest tonight and leave in the morning. He turns to go back to Emily’s house.

 

Sam:     Dean, what are you gonna do?

 

Dean:   I’m just gonna go talk to her. She lost both parents and her brothers. Her and I have a lot in common, except one thing.

 

Sam:     Which is?

 

Dean:   She’s got no one now. I’ve got you.

 

Sam:     You’re right. I’m sorry, Dean. I’ll be at the hotel.

 

Dean:   I’ll see you later. He walks up to Emily’s front door and knocks. Emily? She opens the door.

 

Emily:   Dean, what’s wrong?

 

Dean:            Nothing. Oh God, nothing. I just found this. He hands her the envelope. I did write you a letter. Almost mailed it, too. I’m sorry about everything. I never wanted to hurt you.

 

Emily:   It’s okay.

 

They kiss and hug and Dean shuts the door behind them.