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Leaning over a small dirty bar table in the corner of the bar, she wiped her soapy rag over it, the hot water stinging her palm. A few beads of sweat gathered at the top of her brow as she straightened up looking at the table with satisfaction as it was about as clean as she had ever seen the worn out thing. Tossing the rag back into hot sudsy bucket, she tucked a piece of her chocolate colored hair behind her ear before putting the chairs upside down on the table. She sighed heavily to herself as she then picked the bucket back up and turned to look around the perimeter of the bar. She was the only one left, all the bar flies gone for the night and the place looked empty without a single soul. As she moved to her next table, she picked up a few singles that were left for her tip before shoving them in her black apron's pocket. Just as she began the tedious process of wiping down yet another table, she heard the entrance door creak open and the bells above jingle, alerting the staff to an incoming costumer. Damn, I forgot to lock the door. She thought to herself quickly. Without even turning around, she sighed.

"We're closed for the night… we open again tomorrow at three." She said flatly, her brown eyes fixed on the table before her.

"Not even a beer for an old friend?" A memorable deep voice called from the doorway.

She whirled around, not believing her ears. She suddenly felt dizzy with emotion as her eyes fell upon the face that had been haunting her for so long. "Dean?" She said taking a long hard look at him. Furrowing her eyebrows, she leaned back against the table she had been cleaning. "It's been a long time." She said after a pause.

"Five years if I remember right." He said, stepping a little further into the bar but hesitating ever so slightly, before moving any closer.

"Yeah…almost six now." She snapped, turning back around to finish wiping down the table.

"You're not glad to see me huh?" He questioned in a smart-ass tone, shoving his hands into his leather jacket pockets before striding over to the table she was cleaning.

"You really want me to answer that?" She sneered, not looking at him. "The last time I saw you, was the night we sat on the dock and talked until three in the morning." She stated. "Then I woke up in bed alone the next morning with a note taped to my damn bedroom mirror, and you never even called me."

"Emma, I'm so sorry about that..." He replied uneasily, running a hand through his sandy brown hair. "I…uh-"

"You what… Lost your phone? Was kidnapped and couldn't call? Fled the country? Don't you dare toss me some lame excuse! I think I deserve a little more than that. After all we were dating for over a year when you just up and left." She sighed, putting up the chairs before picking up the bucket again and moving the next table, farthest away from Dean.

He followed suit, refusing to back off. "That wasn't what I was going to say."

"Well then spit it out." She said impatiently, looking up at him, her brown eyes meeting his hazel ones.

"My dad picked up a trail on the thing that killed my mom and I didn't want you to get involved." He explained seriously.

Emma rolled her eyes, rolling up the sleeves on her red T-shirt. "Don't even start with that!! We took on some pretty dangerous stuff together. I don't care what you were hunting! I would have gone with you regardless of how risky. That was what we did best… working a hunt as one." She stopped mid-sentence. "Well…maybe that was the second thing we did best…" She smirked, only for a moment, then shaking her head and returning her attention their previous topic. "We hunted as a team, and we rocked at it."

"My dad thought we were getting close to finding the thing that killed our mom, I had to pick up and leave… I didn't want you in the middle of my family's crusade." He snapped. "And I wouldn't change a thing. I'm glad you weren't a part of it…the damn son of a bitch got dad." He said, breaking off for a moment. "It nearly got me and Sammy too."

Emma softened slightly for a moment, looking at him, her eyes getting moist. She and the Winchesters had been like family so many years ago, and it hurt that she hadn't been able to say goodbye to John. "Yeah, I heard." She responded, her tone less harsh than before. "I'm so sorry for your loss Dean… your dad…he was a good person."

He nodded, looking down at the floor for a second before he met eyes with Emma again. "So I take it you still hunt?" Dean asked, changing the subject.

"I pick up a job here and there." She told him, stopping in mid wipe. "What are you even doing here by the way?"

"Do I need a reason to come visit my old girl?" He asked.

"Don't use me and 'old' in the same sentence ever again, or I'll deck you in the face." She snapped. "And I'm not your girl anymore… you made that decision when you walked out on me five years ago."

"Emma, I never wanted to leave you…" He sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. "I told you that already."

"I don't care, Dean. You could have at least called me, let me know you were okay…something. I spent a year trying to figure out what happened to you, wondering if you were okay! I thought maybe you had-". She stopped for a moment, her heart breaking all over again. "I cried myself to sleep too many nights and I finally start to let it go, and here you show up again and toss everything upside down..."

Dean leaned forward and wrapped his fingers gently around her thin, toned arm. "Em…" He began, but she quickly jerked her arm away.

"Dean, I can't do this… I won't do this." She said firmly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "I can't relive all this pain again; I can't get over you again." She said, turning on her heel and walking across the bar to the counter where she could shield herself from him a little better.

"Hurting you was the last thing in the world I ever wanted to do." He told her, leaning against the opposite side of the counter.

"Well it's too late for that. I loved you, Dean." She spat, a tear spilling from her eye and cascading down her cheek. For so long she had told herself that she had finally gotten over him, but now that he was standing in front of her, bringing the past emotions back to the surface, she was hurting all over again. She folded her arms across her chest and looked at floor. "Please just go." She pleaded softly, her voice barely audible.

When she glanced up at him, a brief moment later, Dean stood there, looking like she had never seen him before… completely vulnerable. There was no 'game face' or anything even close to it… just broken-looking. He had always been a tough guy, but with a sweet side, and even when his guard was completely down, she had never seen him look so hurt. After a moment, he patted the counter's surface with his hand before heading for the door, out into the cold, Colorado night.

Turning around she slid down the wall behind the counter, collapsing into an emotional puddle, choking on a pitiful, heart wrenching sob. "God damn it Dean!" She muttered as tears poured down her face.

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