*I OWN EMMA, BUT I AM NO ERIC KRIPKE! I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR IDEAS ON THAT SHOW! Also give me some feedback! It would be most helpful!*

The decision somehow came to the agreement that we are going to Texas in the summer. I am talking deep Texas too and I feel like a faucet here. I sit in Dad's truck awkwardly, awaiting the yelling between him and Sammy to end. Dean is trying to break it up I can tell, but he might as well try to stop a train at top speed with his strength alone. I jump out of the truck.

"Are we staying or going? That crappy air conditioner isn't doing much for me in this heat," I say. Dad sighs.

"You are staying with Sam and Dean. Move your bags," Dad tells me. I don't budge.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"Pardon me?" he says, taking a step closer to me. I hold my ground.

"You heard me just fine. If you didn't, I think it is time for you to get a hearing aid," I shoot at him. I think he is about to hit me. Sam and Dean do too, judging by their protective steps forward.

"It might be a good idea for you not to disrespect me," he growls. I almost physically shutter, but I clench my fists instead. Some people may not think it's a punishment at all, but that glare in his eyes frightened me. I turn away from him, trying not to show the fear I know is in my eyes, which I am told look like Sam's hazel puppy-dog ones. I pull my three bags out from the back of Dad's truck and throw them into the open trunk of Dean's black Impala, or whatever it is. The car does seem to mean a lot to him.

"Why does the Winchester family all have to have black cars? I mean really," I mumble to myself. I get into the front seat and Dad guzzles away. Dean gets in the driver's seat. Sammy stands outside of my door and he gives me the evil eye. I smile at him and pull down my Ray-Bans again. Sammy thuds into the backseat.

"Come on, Dean. Help a brother out," Sammy begs.

"Nah, this chick doesn't whine about my music," Dean say, glaring at him through the mirror. While Dean drives, the music blasts through the stereos and I pull down the mirror above me. I fix my dark blonde hair that matches Dean's, but my face seems completely different then their's. It looks like Mom's, from the pictures I have seen anyways. I have more freckles covering the apples of my cheeks and my small nose. I feel Dean and Sam's gaze on me.

"You should really keep your eyes on the road, Dean," I advise, flipping closed the mirror.

"I am. And why did you need to bring three bags, huh? You bringing a dead body, or something?" Dean interrogates. He pauses. "You aren't bringing a dead body, are you? Because I already have blood splotches back there from the vampire hunt last year." I roll my eyes at him.

"Of course not." Sam chuckles a little.

"If anyone heard our conversations, I swear they would-" Sam begins.

"Die of a heart attack or we would get admitted to a mental ward," Dean finishes. I frown, leaning back in the seat.

"Way to kill the mood, Dean."

"Oh sorry, Sammy. I took your job," Dean says. Sammy kicks the back of his seat. Dean and I just laugh though and ignore the pouting Sam in the backseat. Dean's air conditioner blows straight into my face and I can't even see. I turn it away from me. Dean glares at me the best he can with the sun beaming down, gusts of air in his eyes, and all while still trying to watch the road. "Really, Emma? You're kidding me."

"Sorry, it was in my eyes. Don't have a fricken cow," I grumble, and I turn it so it goes straight in between us. "Are we there yet?"

"When did you turn 5?" Sammy laughs. I roll my eyes.

"Read the signs," Dean suggests. He turns up the already loud guitar, drowning out my voice. I stare out the window while Dean drums the steering wheel. I feel my eyes close, and somehow the Metallica relaxes. My eyes close and I fall asleep.