▪Dean's POV▪
"Okay, start over. What happened to the girl?" Sam asked the janitor. We were investigating the death of a student at some small town high school. There was a few other recent deaths in the area. We normally wouldn't do this kind of stuff, but Sam was convinced that a demon or ghost was involved.
"I walked in and locked the office, like normal. But as I went into the back room, that is when I saw her. The poor girl was swinging from a rope!" The janitor said.
I looked at Sam and cocked an eyebrow. "So she killed herself?"
"I'm not so sure. There was no chair or anything she could have jumped off of. I think she was put there. She was a very happy girl. Very popular." She said. She showed us a picture of the girl, which consisted of her and her friends. Sam thanked the lady, and we headed out.
We passed by a few other students, just arriving. The police had already cleaned everything up. Not a single student knew what happened. We were lucky the girl was found on a Friday.
"I still think we need to investigate this." Sam said as we got into the Impala. Castiel was sitting in the back, waiting for us.
"What did it say?" I asked. Sam just shrugged. I sighed, and started the car.
I was about to drive away when Cas put his hand on my arm.
"Wait. There is a creature in there. I think it is an angel. Maybe she is behind the killings. Going by the name...Erin Hathaway." He said, and removed his hand. Sam was already out of the Impala and heading back to the front office. I got out and chased after him.
"Sam, wait! What is your plan? To just walk in there and kill her?" I asked.
"No. We do it the old fashion way. We show the office our badges, and then ask to take the student. How hard can it be?" He answered, opening the door.
The janitor we talked to earlier was mopping the floors, and looked confused when we entered. Looked even more confused when we went into the office and began speaking to the secretary.
"Hi, we are with the FBI and are looking for one of your students. Erin Hathaway?" Sam asked her. She handed a student a tardy slip and told the other one to wait.
"Yes, one second please." The secretary said, moving over to the microphone. "Erin Hathaway to the office, please. Erin Hathaway to the office, please. Thank you."
The one student that was still there went pale. It was a girl that looked around the age of seventeen. Her eyes went wide when we said Erin's name. She must know her.
"She will be leaving- Dean..." Sam said, dropping everything in his hands. His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped. I was to busy looking at him I didn't notice when she walked it. That is, until she spoke.
"Sam? Dean?" I heard her say. She barely got it out, but that was all I need. I turned my head to her, and confirmed what I already knew. It was her.
"Blake?"
▪Blake's POV▪
I couldn't believe that they were right in front of me. I hadn't seen them in five years. Hadn't planned on seeing them again.
Sam was like a statue, still and unmoving. Dean was giving me a weak smile. I could see tears building up in his eyes. I could see them in Sam's too. They were always really emotional around me. But, since they are guys, they tried to act tough and brushed it off.
"Well, since we don't need an introduction, we need you to come with us." Dean said, picking everything up that Sam dropped. Sam still hadn't moved.
"Nice try Dean. But I'm not going back." I said, freezing time. I didn't want to cause I scene that I would have to fix later. I grabbed my blade and took stance. I felt the power run through my body, and knew I wouldn't be in control long.
My hair and eyes turned black as Emberlynn took over. I felt the familiarness of her pressance, as I lost all control of myself.
"Woah, hold on. We just want to talk. Put that away." Sam said, finally moving. He was trying to be soft, but that wouldn't work. Not on Emberlynn.
She gave them a wicked grin, and held her ground. Dean pulled out an angel blade. That made her smile grow even wider. She cannot be killed by that. Cameilla is the only one that can, and not forever.
But they don't know that.
"Put it down, Blake. We don't want to hurt you." Dean said, taking a step forward. Emberlynn laughed at that, and Dean looked at his brother, confused.
"Here is the thing, Dean. I can't be killed." She said. Her voice is much darker and colder than mine.
She pointed the blade at Dean before rushing forward. Dean dodged her attack, and turned to face us.
We were now close to Sam. He came at us with his own knife, and she flung him across the room. He hit the wall with a thud, and stayed down. Meanwhile, Dean was ready to attack.
"Blake, listen to me. We are family; I don't want to hurt you!" He said, going around us. Emberlynn tilted our head and grinned, before flinging him to the other side of the room.
He crashed threw the office window, breaking it. Thinking that he would be occupied with the broken glass in his body, she moved over to Sam. He was just starting to move again.
She walked over to him, blade extended. He tried to scoot back, but was up against the wall. He had nowhere to go.
His fate was in our hands. We could either kill him, or spare him. My plan was to just knock him out. Dean was right. They were my family. I couldn't kill them. Emberlynn didn't like it, but she had to obey.
Right as she was going to knock him out, we felt a pain. She looked down and saw Dean's knife protruding from our chest. She stood up, and turned around. Dean was right behind us.
She pulled the knife out of our chest and threw it to the side. Then, she put our hand on Dean's head and began pushing him back as she chanted.
"Servatis a maleficum."
Dean collapsed in a heap on the floor. As did I. Using that chant while Emberlynn is in control does not end well. It backfires and goes on me, too. I felt her leave as I went back to myself. My hair changed back, as did my eyes. I saw a man wearing a tan trench coat walk in before losing consciousness.
