Second installment :) Dean, Sam, Kacey, and Emily are all hunting a djinn together. Things get a bit messy when Emily is taken by one, and the group has to set out to find her, revealing truths about her past along the way. Hope you guys enjoy, feedback is much appreciated!

Trigger Warning: This involves some not very fun parental abuse (physical and implied sexual)

I still don't own Supernatural or any of its characters

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"It doesn't make any sense though" Emily said over Dean's shoulder as he unlocked the motel room door. They walked in and set their stuff on their beds, two twins next to one another.

"This setting doesn't work for a djinn. I mean I wouldn't exactly use the word ruin to describe the most suburban town I have ever been to." She grumbled, sitting down at the desk and opening up her laptop.

"Okay, so he doesn't hang out here but he sure does hunt here. Four missing people and five murders in a week? Classic Djinn. I mean the whole jelly and blue hand print thing is new, but monsters change their m.o. It's happened before." He said, grabbing a beer from the fridge and standing behind her looking over her shoulder at the screen.

"Okay well even if djinns can look like normal humans now, they still need a place to bring the vics."

"Isn't there a big industrial park like 5 miles out?" He asked, bending down and reaching over her shoulder, setting his beer down on the table.

She felt her face getting hot at how close he was.

Damnit, Emily, pull yourself together. You don't do relationships, remember? Hunters don't do relationships. Apparently unless you're Sam and Kacey. She thought to herself.

"Hey-" she protested as he turned his computer toward him and pulled up Google maps "I was using that."

"And now I'm using it." He looked at her and smiled.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"See?" He said pointing at the satellite image on the screen. "It's an old factory, been shut down for 20 years."

"Perfect djinn territory." She said, pulling her computer back to her. He put his hand on the back of her chair and looked at the map. She zoomed into it, looking at the huge facility and groaning.

"That's gonna take forever to search. It's huge. We may want to start tonight." She said.

"I can go grab Sam and Kacey. See if there are any farms around, we're gonna need lambs blood." He leaned up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Her eyes lingered there.

Fuck. She thought. I'm totally falling for a Winchester.

It's not like she was falling in love with him or anything, she wasn't stupid. He was just so damn hot, and he knew how to flirt too. She, on the other hand, had no idea what she was doing. Kacey was better with guys, always had been. Her and Sam hit it off right away, hooking up the first night they met and getting their own separate room after about two weeks of traveling together. It's been about three months since the girls began hunting with the Winchesters and Ellen was right, they made a fantastic team. Emily was reluctant about joining them at first, she and Kacey had been on their own for so long she wasn't exactly keen on the idea of teaming up with two random guys. But after she discovered that they knew Bobby, the man her mom had hunted with for a time and who she had known as a kid, she was open to the idea. The more time she spent with the brothers, the more she liked them. Sam was surprisingly sweet and wickedly smart, and Dean was, well, Dean. He was funny, loved all the same music she did (although he was way more obsessed with it than she was, she just liked to listen), intensely protective of the people he loves, and was easily the best hunter she had ever come across. He definitely wasn't bad on the eyes either, which made being around him that much harder. She was crazy attracted to him. As a rule of thumb, she didn't date. Sure she had a couple one night stands on the road, but she never got serious with anyone. Between her complicated past and her career as a hunter, she didn't want to bring anyone into her mess of a life. She really wasn't too great at commitment either, trust didn't come easy to her.

She was staring blankly at the computer screen when Dean came back through the door, grumbling and rubbing his eyes.

"So are they coming?" She asked.

"They're a little preoccupied." He said, walking over to the mini fridge and grabbing two beers.

"With what?" She asked annoyingly.

"With each other." He said, sitting down at the table with a look of disgust on his face.

"What?"

He gave her a look, cocking up one of his eyebrows.

"Oh. well then." She said, her cheeks turning slightly red. "I guess we will have to go tomorrow." She walked back to her seat and Dean set a beer in front of her.

"They're like a bunch of teenagers." He said.

"Kacey follows him around like a little puppy" she said through laughter. "He's good for her though, she's had a couple flings on the road but this is the happiest I've seen her in a while."

Turning her attention back to the screen, she pulled up a blueprint of the factory layout.

"Well they can be happy and put a tie on the door, I almost walked in before I heard them." He said, scooting his chair closer to hers to get a better look at the screen. "So what about you? Found any guys along the way?"

"Not really. I mean you get your one night stands every once in a while, but not many people are willing to travel around the country with me killing monsters."

He laughed at her.

"Touché. I'm guessing you've never dated another hunter?"

"Never really had the opportunity." She answered blandly, avoiding making eye contact with him.

"Yeah..." The awkward silence lapsed between them.

They weren't stupid, they both knew they had feelings for one another, but they were both hesitant about getting into relationships. They were afraid of both getting hurt and hurting one another. They both had their parents stories in the back of their minds. Emily's Dad had abandoned her mom when he found out she was pregnant, only to come back into her life after her moms death, drunk and abusive. Dean's mom died when he was only 4, leaving his dad in pieces. Emily stood up, heading over to the bed and pulling clothes out of her backpack.

"I think about it sometimes. If it could ever work. I don't really consider myself dating material though." She said.

Dean stood up and walked over to her.

"What?" He said as pulled one of those flirty smiles he was so good at. "Too dark and twisty?"

She smiled slightly.

"You truly don't know that half of it Dean." The smile quickly faded as she turned to face him. "Seriously."

"Hey look, we're all dark and twisty, it's practically in the job description."

They were standing uncomfortably close to one another, their gaze flicking back and forth from their eyes to their mouths.

"I get it." He said, moving even closer, looking down at her.

Her stomach was in knots as he gently put a hand on her face.

"Seriously." He said, a smile playing at his lips.

And suddenly, his lips were on hers. Not forcefully, but more like a question, simply waiting on her reply. Against all her better judgement, she slipped an arm around his waist and kissed him back. Her emotions took over and she put her other hand on his wrist while his opposite arm wrapped around her. They parted slightly, and stood there for a moment before her thoughts had time to catch up to her. She stepped back quickly, pushing him away gently.

"I'm sorry, I just. I can't. I want too, but I can't." She stammered, putting a hand on her forehead.

"I'm sorry, that was-" he cleared his throat "that was my bad, I'm sorry."

"No, it wasn't bad, it just- I just can't do-" she gestured to the two of them "this."

"Em-" he said stepping towards her.

"I need some air." She walked to the bed, grabbing a jacket.

"With a djinn on the loose? I don't think so, not by yourself."

"I can handle myself." She snapped. "Look, if I'm not back in 10 minutes, be worried. But I'll be fine."

"Emily c'mon!" He said as she went out the door. "Damnnit." He said under his breath.

He knew she had a nasty past. Kacey wouldn't give him details (it wasn't her story to tell, she had told him), all she said was that daddy issues didn't even begin to cover her situation. He knew her mother had died when she was a kid and that she had a twin brother that died, but that was the extent of his knowledge. And damn, did he fall for her. She was absolutely gorgeous for starters, curly brown hair that framed her face and made her practically gold eyes scream at him. She could hunt like no one's business, had a sharp sense of humor, and was incredibly smart. He was attracted to everything about her, but he could tell she had reservations about him, or rather, about dating him. He's been through enough shit that he knows how to recognize people that had gone through the similar shit. She hadn't been gone all of two minutes when he went after her, it was stupid for her to be out alone. He threw on his leather jacket, grabbed his gun and walked out the door.

"Emily!" He yelled into the darkness, walking on the sidewalk along the side of the building. He was scanning the road ahead when he saw something on the ground, Emily's jacket. On the road beside it was a pair of black tire marks.

"Shit." He said under his breath as he ran back to the motel.

He banged his fist on Sam and Kacey's door.

"Put some clothes on and open up! Emily's gone!"

"What?" He heard Kacey say from behind the door.

After a few seconds Sam opened the door in a pair of jeans, Kacey in one of Sam's sweatshirts.

"What do you mean gone?" Kacey asked.

"She went out for a walk and was gone for a while so I went to find her and I found her jacket on the sidewalk." He held it up to them, revealing a huge rip through it.

"You let her go out alone!?" Kacey yelled, stepping forward and taking the jacket.

"Well, she just kinda left, she didn't exactly want me with her."

"What are you talking about?" Sam said, letting Dean inside and closing the door.

"I, uh. We..." Dean was stammering, opening up Sam's laptop.

"You what?" Kacey spat, obviously angry.

"We kissed. She kinda freaked out and said she needed some air. I tried to tell her not to go but she was pretty set." He brought up the same map he and Emily were looking at.

Kacey walked up behind him and punched him hard on the shoulder before sitting down in the chair next to him.

"Hey!"

"Idiot." Kacey muttered.

"So where do we start?" Sam asked, grabbing his shirt and looking over Deans shoulder at the computer.

"Well we figured he's probably operating out of here," Dean pointed to the screen "old abandoned factory, 20 miles out."

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Kacey asked.

"I tried. You guys sounded a bit preoccupied."

"I'm not apologizing for that." She spat back at him.

"I'm not asking you to!" Dean yelled, turning to her.

"Hey!" Sam said, putting his arm between them "Cool it! Let's just get in the car and go find her."

Kacey stood up, grabbing clothes from the floor and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"I think we still have some lambs blood in the trunk."

"Good." Dean said, rubbing his temple.

"Hey," Sam said, Dean looked up at him. "We'll find her."

Kacey emerged from the bathroom, going out the door without a word, slamming the door again.

"Well, she knows how to slam a door." Dean muttered, grabbing his gun and following her out. The three of them piled into the car and sped off.

...

Emily woke up tied to a chair and struggled to open her eyes. Everything came to her in fragments as she tried to asses her situation. She was tied to a chair and could taste blood, probably from her nose. Just like her and Dean had thought, she was in that old factory building. There were two bodies on either side of her, most likely dead. She could hear muffled voices from behind her, one male and one female from what she could tell.

"You brought a hunter here? Are you insane?!"

"I didn't know she was a hunter."

"Careless. That's your problem, you're careless. Now we've got three more hunters on out trail, probably headed here!" Emily heard her sigh. "You need to leave, I've got experience with these bastards, you don't."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Emily wriggled her wrists silently, trying to slip out of the restraints, but they were tied pretty well. She heard footsteps behind her.

"Well," a woman came into Emily's view, rolling up her sleeve. "If we're gonna die tonight, we at least need a last supper" she smiled and her eyes glowed bright blue as she put a hand on Emily's forearm. She screamed at the burning sensation and everything went black again.

...

The group arrived at the factory, piling out of the impala and getting supplies from the trunk. Lambs blood, silver knife, and the antidote.

"Do we think it's only one?" Kacey asked as she dipped the knife in the blood, handing it to Sam.

"I don't know, be prepared for more than one." Dean said, dipping his own knife in the blood.

They entered the factory, going down a long dark hallway, knives at the ready. Rounding the corner, they came to a large open room. Emily was unconscious, tied to a chair in the center of the room. There were two bodies laying next to her, both long dead. Dean and Kacey ran up to her while Sam went over to check the bodies. Kacey squatted in front of her and shook her shoulders.

"Emily! Em, wake up. Give me the antidote!"

Dean handed it to her and she pushed the needle into Emily's arm.

"Both dead." Sam said, standing up and walking over to Kacey.

They stood back waiting for her to wake up, and nothing happened. It was Dean this time that knelt down, holding her face in his hands.

"She's burning up. Why isn't is working?!" He yelled, standing back up.

"I don't know!" Kacey yelled back at him.

"Wait, Djinn poison puts your brain in something like a feedback loop while your blood boils, right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah?" Kacey and Dean answered in unison.

"If the antidote didn't break the loop, then maybe we can find a way to break it from the inside. I mean, if Djinn take you to your happy place, your happy place is like a dream —"

"African dream root!" Kacey said. "Do we still have some in the trunk?"

"We should." He turned to Dean "We'll be back."

They walked back out of the room. Dean turned back to Emily, kneeling in front of her and putting his hands on either side of her face.

"It's okay. I'm gonna get you out of this."

A few minutes later, Sam and Kacey came back in the room, Sam stirring up the liquid in a jar. Kacey walked over and plucked a hair from Emily's head, putting it in the cup. She took the cup from Sam and handed it to Dean.

"You do it. I've never used this stuff before." She said. She paused for a moment, looking over at Emily, and back at Dean. "Get her back."

"I will." He answered before chugging the liquid, groaning at the taste. "Alright, I'm gonna need to go sleep fast, so," he looked at Sam "punch me."

Sam looked at him blankly.

"I know you don't want to, okay—"

Sam cut him off with a upper cut. Dean stumbled back and Sam shook his hand in pain.

"Well, you're a little off your game there, cause I was-"

It was Kacey that cut him off this time with another punch, knocking him out cold.

"That felt good." She said with a smile on her face.

"That was hot." Sam replied, smiling back at her.

"Aw how sweet." Sam and Kacey whipped around at hearing the woman's voice. "You brought us another meal."

An older couple, man and a woman stood at the doorway. Their eyes were glowing blue, the tattoos on their arms matching. The man spoke up with a sadistic smirk on his face.

"Dare we make it four?"

...

Dean woke up inside of a bedroom. He was wearing the same clothes but had no weapons on him. He imagined this must be Emily's happy place, maybe with her mom and brother. He walked out of the room into a hallway and followed it to a living room. There was a man sitting on the couch with his back to Dean, watching some cop show on the television. He turned to look into the kitchen and saw Emily.

"Emily!" He said, walking into the kitchen. When she looked at him, her eyes were full of fear and she put a finger to her lips.

"What are you doing in my dream?" She whispered. "You aren't supposed to be here!"

"You're not in a dream. You got attacked by the djinn. We gave you the antidote but it didn't work so you have to snap out of it. Why are we whispering?" Dean suddenly heard a drunken yell come from the man on the couch.

"How long does it take to make a sandwich?"

Emily put the sandwich on the plate with shaking hands.

"It's right here dad." She answered.

"Your dream world is serving your drunk dad a sandwich?" Dean asked her.

"This isn't a dream." She said curtly as she walked over to the couch. "Here you go."

Dean heard a grunt as she set the plate down and walked back to the kitchen.

"You have to go. Now." She told him, taking him by the arm and attempting to lead him out the door. "He can't see you here."

"Emily what are you talking about, if you don't get out of this dream you're gonna die!"

Before Dean could finish his sentence he heard the sound of a plate being smashed on the ground.

"DAMNIT EMILY!" Her dad screamed.

"Shit." Emily muttered under her breath.

Her dad stood up from the couch and walked over to her, not even noticing Dean.

"Did I tell you to put mustard on this? Huh?" He was towering over her.

"No." She replied, shrinking under his figure.

"Hey man, step off." Dean said and tried to push him back, but his hands went straight through him as if he were a ghost. Emily turned and whispered to him.

"Not your nightmare."

"What did you just say, bitch?" Her dad said, grabbing her chin and yanking it to him, forcing her eye contact. He wrapped a hand around her neck, choking her.

"Nothing dad, I didn't say anything." She replied, struggling to breathe under his grip.

"Don't lie to me!"

He took a step back and slapped her across the face, knocking her on the ground. He bent over her a punched her in the face, leaving her nose dripping with blood. Dean attempted to pull him off of her to no avail.

"You ungrateful slut! I come home from a long day at work and you can't even make me the right god damn sandwich!" He said, accenting his last three words with a kick to her gut.

His second punch landed on her jaw, but he was so drunk he tripped over his own feet, falling to the ground next to her. She took advantage of it, getting up and running down the hall to the bedroom. Dean followed her and she slammed the door behind him. She stood with her back against the door, crying, blood gushing from her nose.

"Every time. In this nightmare it's always something. I forget the mustard, I burn the bread, I forget to get him a beer. Every fucking time!" She screamed through tears.

Dean now understood what Kacey meant by daddy issues. He wrapped her in a hug.

"Hey, it's okay. Just breathe, we have to figure out how to get you out of this. You're dying back in the real world." He was interrupted by banging on the door.

"Bitch, I'm not finished with you!"

Emily broke Dean's hug and pressed her back against the door. The fear in her eyes broke Dean's heart, all he wanted to do was rip the guys throat out. Another pound on the door opened it slightly pushing Emily forward. She let out a small yell and pushed back. Dean leaned his body into the door.

"Emily, look at me. Focus. How do you stop this." He said, trying to calm her down. She pointed to a gun on the dresser across the room.

"I kill him. I have to kill him but I can never do it." She started hyperventilating as the banging grew more intense. "I can't!"

"Em you have to."

"Don't make me punish you the hard way. My night is completely open darlin." Her dad said from behind the door, his words slurring together. Dean watched as the color completely drained from her face, her body trembling. "It's been a while anyway, I need to teach you some respect. That always works right?" Dean looked at her questioningly. She was staring at him like he wasn't there, her mind was somewhere else.

"Em, block him out, focus on me." He told her sternly.

"Your brothers not here to stop me anymore. My bed is getting a little cold." Her dads words ran together but Dean got the picture. He felt sick to his stomach.

"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered under his breath.

Never had he wanted to kill anyone more than in that moment. The banging on the door continued and Emily was frozen in place. Dean took her face in his hands.

"Hey, hey! Look at me, focus on me."

Her eyes locked with his. She was trembling and crying, the complete opposite of the tough girl he had gotten to know. It killed him seeing her so terrified.

"You have to kill him. You have to. Please. You need to end it."

"I can't." She whispered, bringing her hands to his wrists, "I can't do it."

"I know you can." He replied, letting go of her, grabbing the gun from the dresser and pressing it into her hand.

"You can do it, I'll be right here the whole time." He said gently.

"You're a worthless bitch just like your mother." Her dad said from behind the door.

Dean saw the look in Emily's eyes turn from fear to anger. She turned around and ripped open the door.

"Don't you dare say that about my mother." She spat at him before shooting him directly in the face, and everything went black.

...

Sam thrust the knife into the mans back, killing him instantly. Sam walked over to Kacey, looking at the gash on her cheek.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, out of breath.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm okay."

Suddenly, they heard Dean wake up. Stepping over the bodies of the djinn they walked up to him, Sam helping him stand up from his chair.

"What happened? Is she okay?" Kacey asked him frantically.

Dean looked over at Emily, who was beginning to stir. She sat up with a gasp and looked at Dean.

"Emily?" Dean said softly, getting on his knees in front of her.

She seemed to be frozen in her chair, looking down at her hands with tears in her eyes. Her breathing was still shallow and her body was trembling.

"Hey, look at me." He said softly, taking her face in his hands.

Her eyes flashed up to his.

"Em I'm so sorry."

She let out a sob and he wrapped his arms protectively around her and let her cry into his shoulder. He shushed her softly, petting her hair and kissing her temple.

"It's okay. It was just a nightmare. He's gone now."

Kacey took a sharp breath in. Sam looked at her for an answer and she just shook her head. She knew that dream all too well, Emily had told her about it before.

"Cmon hun," Kacey said, stepping forward and touching Emily's shoulder gently. "Lets get back."

They all left the building together, loading up the impala and setting out. Dean sat in the back with Emily curled up under his arm. It was a pretty silent car ride, Emily was still trembling. When they arrived at the motel, Kacey pulled her aside before they went into their rooms and pulled her into a hug.

"You okay?" Kacey asked.

"I will be. It's easier now that he knows. I don't feel like I'm hiding something from him." Emily responded.

"You think you'll be able to get some sleep? I know that dream usually keeps you up all night."

"I don't know. We'll see."

"Well you know you can come talk to me, right?"

"Of course" Emily smiled at her. "Now go on, you and Sam probably have some business to catch up on."

Kacey let out a small laugh.

"Yeah yeah." She pulled her in for another tight hug.

"I love you, you know that?"

"I love you too Kace. I'll see you in the morning."

Emily turned and walked back into her and Dean's room. Dean followed her in, shutting the door behind her. She sat on the edge of her bed, slipping her boots off.

"Well. Now you know what I mean by dark and twisty."

He sat down next to her, resting his elbows on his knees and looking at the floor.

"Yeah, no kidding."

"Well I might as well spare you the awkward questions and tell you everything."

"You don't have to do that." He said, sitting up and looking at her.

"No, I need to." With a sigh, she leaned back on the bed, her legs hanging off the end. Dean laughed and leaned back beside her.

"Okay. My parents were hunters together back in the day. They were good hunters too, crazy in love with one another. They were pretty well known in the hunter community, that's how they knew Bobby. They had been together for about 10 years when she got pregnant with Travis and I. According to my mom, my dad absolutely flipped out. Said he never signed up for this and just left."

"Nice." Dean scoffed.

"He wasn't exactly father of the year. Anyway, my mom raised us on her own. She actually found this guy that owned a huge real estate company who's parents were hunters. He would sell these big old expensive house and would pay her to get rid of ghosts and stuff."

"Are you serious? People do that?" Dean asked, turning his head to look at her.

"This guy did, paid her a decent amount. She hunted on her own too on the side and told us enough about it to keep us safe. We knew how to salt doors, use a knife. Only my brother knew how to shoot a gun though. I don't think she ever wanted us to become hunters, just be able to protect ourselves."

"She was never able to get out of the life?" He asked her.

"No." Her voice got quiet. "She died when I was eight. I don't know the details, I just know it was a demon."

Dean looked back at the ceiling.

"Yeah I know how that feels."

"We didn't have any other family to go to. Police tracked down my dad and we moved in with him."

"I take it he wasn't too happy about that?"

"Not exactly. He was miserable when he left my mom and blamed us for losing her. He was always drunk and angry. He could hardly hold down a job. I mean he started beating us the day we got there. The other stuff..." She paused, trying to find her words. Dean felt sick to his stomach again.

"Started when I was about ten. Continued till the day I left. He never did it to Trav, it's the only good thing he ever did."

Tears stung at her eyes. Dean reached over and grabbed her hand.

"Anyway. Travis left when we turned 16."

"He what?" Dean barked.

"It's not what you think. We had both been dying to get out but we knew if I ran away he would come after me. He didn't give two shits about Travis. So we made a plan. The night of our sixteenth birthday he would leave, spend the next two years making money and hunting, then on the night of our eighteenth birthday he would come and sneak me out. That's exactly what we did. Two years alone in that house was... hell. But the night we left is one of the best of my life. We just drove for hours, didn't even look at a map."

"Your dad never came looking for you?" Dean asked.

"Nope. Never heard another word. Last I heard he's still a miserable drunk."

"So four years? That's how long you and Travis hunted together?"

Emily had told Dean about her brother a while ago when they got drunk together at a bar after a hunt.

"Yeah." She smiled, quickly wiping at her eyes. "A good four years too." She paused a moment before sitting up "Well. That's my story."

"Can't believe I found one shittier than mine." Dean said sitting up. She laughed at him.

"Oh yea, I definitely win."

"Well, let's hope for his sake that we never meet. It wouldn't end up nice for him, I want to rip the guys throat out." He said.

"I did too, for a long time. But being angry got me no where."

Silence lapsed between them, no one wanting to address the elephant in the room.

"Em..." He looked down at his hands "look like I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I wasn't thinking and I-"

Emily cut him off, leaning over, putting a hand on his jaw and kissing him softly. They parted and his eyes were still closed.

"Okay then." He said, making her laugh slightly.

"Thank you." She said.

She stood up and walked over to her bag, pulling out a tshirt and a pair of shorts.

"So he didn't even do anything when Travis died?" Dean said, standing up and walking over to his bag.

"Nope. I called and left a message and didn't hear a word back."

"Dick..." Dean muttered under his breath.

"No kidding." She added, walking into the bathroom to change.

Dean slipped off his clothes, changing into sweats and a tshirt. This explained a lot about her. She was a tough hunter, reluctant to trust anyone, always protective of the people she loved. They had worked a case a couple weeks ago that involved a child abuse situation that she got really into, he had just assumed she felt bad for the kid, never thinking she was that kid at one point. That was probably why she got along so well with Bobby. He probably knew about her situation after her mom died, of all people he could relate. She came out of the bathroom, her face clean and her long curly hair pulled back into a messy bun. She crawled into bed, pulling the sheets up to her chin. Dean was sitting on the edge of his bed, facing her.

"I overheard what Kacey said about you sleeping tonight, I don't know if it will help, but my beds open."

Emily raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.

"Still trying to get into my pants? Seriously?" She teased.

"You know what I mean." Dean said, laying down on his side. She laughed at him.

"I know. Thanks, but I think I'll be alright." She said, reaching over and turning off the lamp.

They sat in silence for a minute before Dean spoke up.

"I made it to first base though, only a matter of time before I hit a homer." He said.

She laughed, rolling over onto her side. "Goodnight Dean."

He smiled in the dark.

"Night."

...

About two hours later, Emily jolted out of bed, covered in sweat. Looking at the clock, she had slept all of 30 minutes before being awoken by another nightmare. She laid back down and caught her breath, trying to clear her head of the images of her dad. She focused on the sound of Dean's breathing, it was oddly calming. She knew he was serious about his offer, but there was a lot she was unsure of. She knew she had trust issues, but could you blame her? Everyone important in her life was either an abusive drunk or dead. After Travis died, Kacey was the only family she had, and now it seemed like Sam and Dean were joining that picture. Her and Sam had oddly enough become really close, bonding over overprotective siblings and their "nerdiness" as Kacey called it. While her and Sam could spend hours at a library, Dean and Kacey had more fun at a gun range. He was like a brother to her. And Dean? He was the guy her brother always talked about her finding, she of course, never believed she could ever find one. Dean got a full taste of her past today and didn't even flinch. He understood her more than a lot of people ever could. And he's the first guy she's been able to fully trust in a long time.

"Screw it." She said under her breath, folding over her covers and stepping out of bed.

She walked around to the other side of Dean's bed, slowly climbed in and laid down, her back to his. Of course, Dean was a notoriously light sleeper.

"Everything okay?" He asked her in a groggy voice, rolling over to face her.

"Yeah." She replied "sorry I didn't mean to wake you up."

"No problem." He said moving closer to her, planting a kiss on her head and wrapping a protective arm around her waist. She sank into his warmth and closed her eyes. She could get used to this.