Daemon

"Hi. My name is Emma, and this is my brother Dean. I am part angel, part human. Dean has Demon blood in his veins. What's your name?

The boy with the shaggy brown hair looked confused. "Uh, my-my name is Sam. Why do you need me?"

Emma smiled and took a step towards him, "Because Sammy boy, you're like us. Special. And we need your help."

Sam stepped away from her, "No, no thanks. I'll just go live my life now thinking this is a dream." Emma shook her head and sighed. Dean gave her I told you so look.

She turned to Dean, "He's gonna be in trouble tonight Dean, we have to wait to save him." Dean was about to say something when Emma stopped him. "Now don't go arguing with me. You'll take the car, I'll take that big ol' tree over there." Dean nodded and the duo went to their old car, a black 67' Impala. The hopped inside and drove to get some food. They sat in their car in front of Sam's house researching for another case. And they talked for a bit too. Sibling talk, teasing each other, calling each other bitches, that type of stuff.

Emma noticed a glimpse of a fire and went to punch Dean to get his attention from the beloved pie he was stuffing his face with. She pointed at the flames and they ran inside. Dean grabbed Sam who was frozen in his bed, and Emma looked at the flames. There was a beautiful blonde haired girl burning on the ceiling, with her mouth stuck in an eternal scream. Dean had pulled Sam outside and Emma made it out before the building exploded.

Sam was sobbing into Dean's shoulder, "My Jess, my precious Jess. Why?" He looked at Emma with a tear streaked, red eyed face.

"See Sammy? I told ya you were special. Our mommy died on the ceiling just like your girlfriend in there. C'mon, let's get you to the car."

"Fuck no Em. There is no way in hell I am letting you go there by yourself. Who knows what you would be going up against?" Sam yells, spit flying out of his mouth. Emma looks blank, as she just had a flash back, but the quickly realized what they were talking about.

"Sam, how many times have I told you that only I can understand it? How many times have I told you only I can stop it? I'm one of them whether you believe it or not. I am a monster!" she stopped yelling, and rubs her face. "I. This is the only good I can do! Everything dies around me! At least I'll take down this monstrosity! If not, who knows what the hell will happen?" Emma grabs the knives off of the car hood, stuck them on her thighs and grabbed the shotgun. "See you later bitch."

Sam sighs, sitting against the car. He yells, "You too jerk." He looks at Emma, she had flipped him off. I love you too girl. I'm coming after you, you can't go alone. Sam stands up and goes to the back of the trunk to see if there were any weapons. A black cloud of smoke comes up behind him and forces his way down his throat, but then it is thrown back out.

"Thank fucking god for that tattoo," Sam says to no one, looking at the anti-possession tattoo on his collarbone. Tears run down his face. "What the hell have I gotten us into?" A rustle of leaves is behind him. He turns his head, only to be met with a punch to the face that causes him to black out.

Emma on the other hand, is walking down a lonely path under the ominous mountain. With just her hand to light the way, it was quite dark. She can not see how far the path went, nor where she came from or even how tall the caverns were. God Em, how are you going to fight the Daemon by yourself? This is the most god-forsaken, the most powerful demon to be created in the whole universe, and it's not even from this planet! All you have is your fire, your light, and your wings. And a few bullets won't do anything. Emma thinks to herself. She keeps walking down the path, the dark, rock covered path.

Emma walks for a long time. She doesn't know how long she had been following the path, and all Emma knows was that she could not see the entrance of the path she had come through. It is just her, her and her wings and fire.

She can hear the taunts and teases, the nicknames and bullies in her head. Weirdo. Freak. Monster. Abomination. You're not my daughter. Idiot. Fuck-up. Shit-head. Fucking idiot. Wing head. Feathers. Monstrosity. Tears well up in her chocolate brown eyes. One trickles down her cheek and landed on the ground with a plop. With that, she lets her wings slowly unfold from her back. Their black-blue feathers shine in the light of the fire capped in her palm. Emma looks up. She had reached the mighty cavern where the fate of the world would be decided.

Stepping in tho the cavern, the rocks rumble, fall, and block her exit out of there. God damn bitch. What now? A shadow fly in from the hole in the ceiling of the cavern. It glides near the ground, and materialize into a ugly, middle-age, man.

"Hello Emma," it chuckles. "Want to see your precious friend?" The shadow waves a hand, and a cage appears with Sam unconscious inside. Emma grows angry. More angry that she had already is. At least it doesn't have Dean. At least Dean can come a save them, right?

The shadow cackles this time. "Oh, wondering who I am? I am the Daemon." It smirks and flicks his hand, and Emma is pushed against the wall and her shotgun falls out of her hand. Emma's wings retracts into her body. God damn it, she thinks to herself. Emma tries to stretch her arm to her thigh, where her knives are strapped.

"Not so soon Emma," The Daemon says, he caught her trying to move. Her knives fly out of her reach. "You're trapped and there nothing you can do about it." Emma looks down and then at her poor Sam. Why did I drag you into this? I should of left you at Stanford and your law school. Blood trickles down the side of his face. God Sammy. Why did Dean and I bring you into this? With another flick of the Daemon's hand, a boulder hits Emma not so lightly on the head.

~Time Skip-4ish hours later~

A pain burst through Emma's head, waking her up, it also seemed as if someone was pushing her arm.

"Ugggghhhh," Emma groans. Sam watches her, seeing if she says anything. Emma turns her head to look at Sam, "Where am I?" Emma looks around at her surroundings. They are in a rusted, peeling metal cage. The bottom of it creaked with their weight. Sam is hunching over due to the small size of the cage, and his extreme height. His shaggy brown hair is sticking to his neck and face, drenched with blood and sweat.

Sam smiles, his hazel eyes into her chocolate-brown ones, then his smile fades. "Sadly we are trapped in a merciless, pitiless cage under a mountain in Tennessee."

"God damn that motherfucker has some nerves," Emma curses. Sam chuckles at her flushed face. Emma calms a bit, and talks to Sam once more. "Have you heard from Dean yet?"

Sam looks sad. "No." He turns to the top of the cage and yells, "MAYBE IF HE GOT HIS LAZY ASS-" Emma clamped her hand over his mouth.

Emma whispers to him, "Don't yell, he might know we are awake." Sam nods and Emma unclasp her hand from his mouth. They hear the sound of footsteps and something dragging behind them. Their heads snap in the direction of the sound to see what it is. The Daemon's minions are dragging a body towards the cage. Emma stares at the face of the body in horror. She touches Sam and whispers something in his ear. Sam's eyes widen and his face drains of color. The minions pull the door to the cage open roughly, toss the body in and slam the door shut.

Emma crawls over to the body in fear.

"Dean?" she whimpers. This is the boy that raised her. The man who's done everything for her. Dean's eyes open slowly.

His body shakes as he coughs and sputters. "Hey sweetheart," Dean winks. "I''m not dead yet." Emma looks at him in horror and slaps him across the face. Dean's face changes from the sarcastic, joking look he normally has to pure confusion. Then it melts away.

"Heya sista," he says again. "Thought you were someone else, if ya know what I mean."

Emma looks angry, but then it turns to a expression of being relieved. "I thought you were dead, you jerk." Dean opens his mouth to say something, except a strong breeze interrupts them, and a shadow follows it. Materializing into the same ugly man, it smirks in glee.

"Finally, I have all of the hell wreckers in my hand."

"Let me fight you bitch," Emma screams at it, her hands melting the metal bars of the cage she was holding onto so tightly.

"Okay sweetheart," the Daemon smiles and lets Emma out. With no weapons to aid her, she lets her black-red wings unfurl and lights her arms on fire with a insane look on her face. Sam and Dean watch from the cage in horror.

Before Emma can make a move at the Daemon, it cackles. "You really think you could beat me?" Emma takes a step towards it, but is stopped by a force field of some kind.

"What have you done?" Emma yells.

"Oh nothing sweetheart," it sneers. "Just making sure you're trapped in here for eternity."

"Really bitch?" Emma sarcastically asks.

"I'll let your friends out of the cage, but not out of this mountain." It turns into a shadow once more and flies away. They hear a distant I'll bring you food once a day after I destroy your world! Sam and Dean are out of the cage, but there is no way out. Emma laughs, and Dean looks at her funnily.

Emma shrugs and says, "What? We can get to know each other so much better now! I mean, we are stuck here together for quite some time." Sam shakes his head, but Dean laughs loudly.

"C'mon man, I like her way of thinking," Dean says.

Sam shakes his head once more, looking for a way out with no success. "Alright Dean, alright."

"Let me introduce my self again then," Emma says. "Hi. My name is Emma, and this is my brother Dean..."