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      Sam knelt in front of her and held her hands while Dean paced the kitchen opposite them. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, and her hands were cold and limp in his. A battle raged in Sam’s mind, anger versus worry and concern. But he stayed quiet, sensing any questions he asked would go unanswered. So he just crouched there, caressing her hands gently with his rough fingers.

      Several minutes of tense silence later, the familiar fluttering of feathered wings made him turn. Dean had stopped pacing and was standing, arms crossed, opposite the one-and-only Castiel. Sam stood, placing a hand on Emily’s shoulder.

      Cas looked at each of them in turn. “Hello Dean. Sam.” He hesitated. “… Emily.”

      At the sound of her name, she looked up. She merely nodded tersely in response.

      Dean broke the silence. “What are you doing here, Cas?”

      The angel scanned the house, speaking low. “A feeling. A darkness.” He met Dean’s eyes. “A powerful demon has been here. Recently. Its presence lingers.”

      Sam could almost hear the muscles in Emily’s shoulders tighten. “A... A what??”

      Giving her an apologetic look, Sam explained. “A demon. We told you angels are real and, well, the rest are, too.” He winced inwardly at the frightened stare he received in return and averted his eyes. “But we’ve been here. There hasn’t been anyone else. Except…” He glanced at Dean.

      Dean looked grim. “That blonde bastard extraordinaire.”

      “Wait.” A hand gripped Sam’s arm. “Luke? He’s a… demon??”

      Sam forced himself to meet her eyes. “I’m afraid so.” The amount of fear that flooded her face astounded him. “Emily? Are you alright?”

      “I… It’s nothing…”

      “He took you, didn’t he?” The angel’s gravelly voice was grave, but matter-of-fact.

      Dean looked confused. “Hang on, what do you mean, took her?”

      “You have seen her injuries. I assume you know what they are from. And who gave them to her.”

      “Well, yeah, I guess, but-“

      Sam interrupted as the realization dawned on him. “He. Did. What??” He ground out each word through clenched teeth, his voice dangerously soft and low.

      The dejected girl merely shook her head, her eyes and fists clenched shut.

      Castiel responded for her, nodding. “So it seems.”

      Dean held up his hands in a “slow down” gesture. “Hold up. You lost me.”

      Practically shaking with rage, Sam shoved his fingers through his hair, turning away.

      Again, Cas supplied the answer. “He raped her.”

      Confusion melted to horror and disgust. But Cas didn’t stop. He turned back to Emily, stepping in front of her. “I know this is a difficult time, and a delicate subject, but I must know.”

      Her head lifted slightly.

      “Are you with child?”

      Both brother’s heads snapped to stare at Cas, then Emily. But instead of the adamant “NO!” Sam had expected, she merely shrugged helplessly. “I-… I don’t know…” Her voice broke as the tears began to flow again.

      Sam’s widened eyes met his brother’s. This… was unlike any job they had ever worked. Ever. He didn’t know how to react, and neither did Dean. Both of them looked to Cas.

      “Well, how do we, you know, tell?” Dean looked almost frightened at what Cas might say. Any other circumstances and Sam would’ve laughed. But not now.

      “I can find out,” Cas said simply. He stepped close to the chair and took Emily by the shoulders, lifting her to her feet. She did not resist. He gently uncrossed her arms, then placed one hand on her flat stomach, closing his eyes. Then they waited. The few seconds of tense, worried silence felt like an eternity to all. Sam’s anxious eyes flicked from Castiel’s hand to his face, then to Emily’s. She looked so scared, with her eyes screwed shut and every muscle stiff. Finally, the angel’s eyes opened and blue stone met blue fear.

      “Yes.” He removed his hand.

      Sam had to step forward and catch her as she slumped to the ground. Before letting himself think about it, he bent and slipped an arm beneath her knees. He carried her, bridal style, to the couch, where he laid her down as gently as possible. Sitting at her feet, he dropped his head in his hands. What on earth are we supposed to do now??

      Dean stood in front of him, shock lingering in his eyes. He seemed speechless, and equally at a loss as to what to do.

      Cas stood next to Dean, seemingly unaffected by the unusual situation. “She can’t stay here.”

      “W-well yeah, but, I mean, where can she go?” Sam glanced over at her. Her silence worried him. She was just lying there in the fetal position, hugging herself with her eyes jammed shut.

      Dean scratched his head. “We got any safe houses near here?”

      Heaving a sigh, Sam racked his brains for an answer. “Ah… Closest one would be…. Bobby’s place, I guess. And that’s still a good few days drive.”

      “Ok then. We’re goin’ to Bobby’s. I’ll pack the bags, you call ahead and help Emily get her stuff together.” Dean turned away, gesturing to Cas. After a moment’s whispering, the two men walked out.

      Sam stood, then knelt by her head. De ja vu. “Hey. You with me?”

      After letting out a deep breath, she opened her eyes. “Mm-hm.”

      “Did you hear any of that?”

      “All of it,” she whispered.

      “Are you… ok with all this?”

      She pushed herself up into a sitting position, straightened her clothes, then her hair. “Now that we have the dramatic emotional breakdown out of the way, yeah, I think I’m ok.” A faint smile flickered on her lips.

      Sam smiled back, standing. “Great.” He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Then let’s get started.”
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      Forty-five minutes later, Emily had packed everything she thought she would need for this new adventure. She watched as Dean tossed the duffel carrying her few precious belongings into the back of his Impala, a really beautiful car in her opinion. Sam was standing next to her.

      Slamming the trunk, Dean brushed his hands off. “Alright. You sure you’ve got everything?”

      Emily nodded, pulling the collar of her faux-leather jacket closed around her neck. “I’m sure-“

      Dean cut her off. “Hang on. Ha-hang on. No more of this ‘pulling-on-your-clothes-to-cover-up’ thing. Cas will you-?” He waved a hand toward her.

      Ignoring her confused looks, Cas nodded and stepped close, placing on hand firmly on her shoulder. A dull throbbing pain spread from his palm, through her chest and down her arms, making her wince and grunt. Then, suddenly, it was gone. The angel removed his hand, nodding to her. Confused, she looked at each of them, from Cas’ deadpan to Dean’s idiotic grin. She rolled her shoulder, then looked up at Sam. “What was that?”

      Again, Dean interjected. “Angel mojo. Take off the jacket.”

      “Okay….” With reluctance, she slipped out of the garment. Then smiled. All her bruises, every single injury was healed. She looked over at Cas. “Thank you.” She received another nod in return. Dangling the jacket from her fingertips, she stepped closer to the car. “So, Dean. Impala? 1967, right?”

      Dean’s eyebrows shot up, but his grin never faded. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s… exactly right. How’d you…?”

      Emily shrugged, resisting the urge to glance at Cas. “Jimmy. He was crazy about cars. Especially old ones.” She slung her jacket over her shoulder, trying to appear lighthearted.

      “Cool.” Dean nodded.

      After a moment’s silence, Sam spoke up. “Alright, well. Time we hit the road.” He stepped forward and opened the rear door of the Impala. “You ready?”

      Taking a breath, Emily forced a smile. “Yeah. I’m ready.” She slid into the seat, and Sam closed the door behind her. She watched as the brothers spoke in hushed tones with Castiel, then began a verbal battle once he had disappeared. Nervous jitters spread through her stomach. Dean dropped into the driver’s seat while Sam folded his tall frame into the passenger’s side. They both looked back at her.

      “You good?”

      Emily nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

      Dean turned to the front and started the car. “Good.”

      Sam lingered, then turned more slowly, settling back in his seat.

      Shifting the car into gear, Dean started them off down the road, away from her home, away from everything she had ever known. “Let’s go on an adventure.”

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      Sam knelt in front of her and held her hands while Dean paced the kitchen opposite them. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, and her hands were cold and limp in his. A battle raged in Sam’s mind, anger versus worry and concern. But he stayed quiet, sensing any questions he asked would go unanswered. So he just crouched there, caressing her hands gently with his rough fingers.

      Several minutes of tense silence later, the familiar fluttering of feathered wings made him turn. Dean had stopped pacing and was standing, arms crossed, opposite the one-and-only Castiel. Sam stood, placing a hand on Emily’s shoulder.

      Cas looked at each of them in turn. “Hello Dean. Sam.” He hesitated. “… Emily.”

      At the sound of her name, she looked up. She merely nodded tersely in response.

      Dean broke the silence. “What are you doing here, Cas?”

      The angel scanned the house, speaking low. “A feeling. A darkness.” He met Dean’s eyes. “A powerful demon has been here. Recently. Its presence lingers.”

      Sam could almost hear the muscles in Emily’s shoulders tighten. “A... A what??”

      Giving her an apologetic look, Sam explained. “A demon. We told you angels are real and, well, the rest are, too.” He winced inwardly at the frightened stare he received in return and averted his eyes. “But we’ve been here. There hasn’t been anyone else. Except…” He glanced at Dean.

      Dean looked grim. “That blonde bastard extraordinaire.”

      “Wait.” A hand gripped Sam’s arm. “Luke? He’s a… demon??”

      Sam forced himself to meet her eyes. “I’m afraid so.” The amount of fear that flooded her face astounded him. “Emily? Are you alright?”

      “I… It’s nothing…”

      “He took you, didn’t he?” The angel’s gravelly voice was grave, but matter-of-fact.

      Dean looked confused. “Hang on, what do you mean, took her?”

      “You have seen her injuries. I assume you know what they are from. And who gave them to her.”

      “Well, yeah, I guess, but-“

      Sam interrupted as the realization dawned on him. “He. Did. What??” He ground out each word through clenched teeth, his voice dangerously soft and low.

      The dejected girl merely shook her head, her eyes and fists clenched shut.

      Castiel responded for her, nodding. “So it seems.”

      Dean held up his hands in a “slow down” gesture. “Hold up. You lost me.”

      Practically shaking with rage, Sam shoved his fingers through his hair, turning away.

      Again, Cas supplied the answer. “He raped her.”

      Confusion melted to horror and disgust. But Cas didn’t stop. He turned back to Emily, stepping in front of her. “I know this is a difficult time, and a delicate subject, but I must know.”

      Her head lifted slightly.

      “Are you with child?”

      Both brother’s heads snapped to stare at Cas, then Emily. But instead of the adamant “NO!” Sam had expected, she merely shrugged helplessly. “I-… I don’t know…” Her voice broke as the tears began to flow again.

      Sam’s widened eyes met his brother’s. This… was unlike any job they had ever worked. Ever. He didn’t know how to react, and neither did Dean. Both of them looked to Cas.

      “Well, how do we, you know, tell?” Dean looked almost frightened at what Cas might say. Any other circumstances and Sam would’ve laughed. But not now.

      “I can find out,” Cas said simply. He stepped close to the chair and took Emily by the shoulders, lifting her to her feet. She did not resist. He gently uncrossed her arms, then placed one hand on her flat stomach, closing his eyes. Then they waited. The few seconds of tense, worried silence felt like an eternity to all. Sam’s anxious eyes flicked from Castiel’s hand to his face, then to Emily’s. She looked so scared, with her eyes screwed shut and every muscle stiff. Finally, the angel’s eyes opened and blue stone met blue fear.

      “Yes.” He removed his hand.

      Sam had to step forward and catch her as she slumped to the ground. Before letting himself think about it, he bent and slipped an arm beneath her knees. He carried her, bridal style, to the couch, where he laid her down as gently as possible. Sitting at her feet, he dropped his head in his hands. What on earth are we supposed to do now??

      Dean stood in front of him, shock lingering in his eyes. He seemed speechless, and equally at a loss as to what to do.

      Cas stood next to Dean, seemingly unaffected by the unusual situation. “She can’t stay here.”

      “W-well yeah, but, I mean, where can she go?” Sam glanced over at her. Her silence worried him. She was just lying there in the fetal position, hugging herself with her eyes jammed shut.

      Dean scratched his head. “We got any safe houses near here?”

      Heaving a sigh, Sam racked his brains for an answer. “Ah… Closest one would be…. Bobby’s place, I guess. And that’s still a good few days drive.”

      “Ok then. We’re goin’ to Bobby’s. I’ll pack the bags, you call ahead and help Emily get her stuff together.” Dean turned away, gesturing to Cas. After a moment’s whispering, the two men walked out.

      Sam stood, then knelt by her head. De ja vu. “Hey. You with me?”

      After letting out a deep breath, she opened her eyes. “Mm-hm.”

      “Did you hear any of that?”

      “All of it,” she whispered.

      “Are you… ok with all this?”

      She pushed herself up into a sitting position, straightened her clothes, then her hair. “Now that we have the dramatic emotional breakdown out of the way, yeah, I think I’m ok.” A faint smile flickered on her lips.

      Sam smiled back, standing. “Great.” He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Then let’s get started.”
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      Forty-five minutes later, Emily had packed everything she thought she would need for this new adventure. She watched as Dean tossed the duffel carrying her few precious belongings into the back of his Impala, a really beautiful car in her opinion. Sam was standing next to her.

      Slamming the trunk, Dean brushed his hands off. “Alright. You sure you’ve got everything?”

      Emily nodded, pulling the collar of her faux-leather jacket closed around her neck. “I’m sure-“

      Dean cut her off. “Hang on. Ha-hang on. No more of this ‘pulling-on-your-clothes-to-cover-up’ thing. Cas will you-?” He waved a hand toward her.

      Ignoring her confused looks, Cas nodded and stepped close, placing on hand firmly on her shoulder. A dull throbbing pain spread from his palm, through her chest and down her arms, making her wince and grunt. Then, suddenly, it was gone. The angel removed his hand, nodding to her. Confused, she looked at each of them, from Cas’ deadpan to Dean’s idiotic grin. She rolled her shoulder, then looked up at Sam. “What was that?”

      Again, Dean interjected. “Angel mojo. Take off the jacket.”

      “Okay….” With reluctance, she slipped out of the garment. Then smiled. All her bruises, every single injury was healed. She looked over at Cas. “Thank you.” She received another nod in return. Dangling the jacket from her fingertips, she stepped closer to the car. “So, Dean. Impala? 1967, right?”

      Dean’s eyebrows shot up, but his grin never faded. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s… exactly right. How’d you…?”

      Emily shrugged, resisting the urge to glance at Cas. “Jimmy. He was crazy about cars. Especially old ones.” She slung her jacket over her shoulder, trying to appear lighthearted.

      “Cool.” Dean nodded.

      After a moment’s silence, Sam spoke up. “Alright, well. Time we hit the road.” He stepped forward and opened the rear door of the Impala. “You ready?”

      Taking a breath, Emily forced a smile. “Yeah. I’m ready.” She slid into the seat, and Sam closed the door behind her. She watched as the brothers spoke in hushed tones with Castiel, then began a verbal battle once he had disappeared. Nervous jitters spread through her stomach. Dean dropped into the driver’s seat while Sam folded his tall frame into the passenger’s side. They both looked back at her.

      “You good?”

      Emily nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

      Dean turned to the front and started the car. “Good.”

      Sam lingered, then turned more slowly, settling back in his seat.

      Shifting the car into gear, Dean started them off down the road, away from her home, away from everything she had ever known. “Let’s go on an adventure.”