Emily was the first one finished breakfast, despite having more than everyone else. She had scarfed down the meal like she hadn't eaten in days. When she finished, she carried her plate to the sink and washed it carefully, getting each last crumb off, and then returned to her seat. She ran her hands through her tangled hair, brushing out the knots from the previous night. Kevin finished soon after her, and also cleared away his plate. The others were murmuring quietly amongst themselves. Kevin, instead of taking his seat, kept walking, and went outside, slamming the door behind him. Everyone stopped and looked at the doors for a few seconds, then went back to talking. Emily looked around for minute, unsure of what to do. Without her brother, she had no one to hide behind. She spotted a shooting game, pushed against the opposite wall, and felt a smile form on her lips. It was miniscule, but a smile nonetheless. She glanced at Ellen nervously, and then ran to the game. She pulled a coin out of her pocket and tried to put it in. She frowned as the coin went straight through the machine and popped out the change slot. She glanced at Ellen again. She walked over to the bar and put the coin down, where Ellen could see it, and walked back to the game. Ellen and Jo looked at the strange dollar coin with kangaroos bounding across its metal surface, and then at each other, puzzled. Emily fiddled with the wiring in the back of the machine for a few minutes, and then the game started up. The smile returned, and she started shooting at the digital bears on screen. Everyone turned around at the sound of the game. Ellen frowned.

"Poor kid, she hasn't said a word."

Dean looked at Sam, a look that said 'go on, puppy dog eyes.', and Sam sighed.

"I'll go talk to her."

Sam walked over to her and watched her hit almost every target.

"You're pretty good at that."

Emily glanced at him, and nodded.

"Well, Dean and I, we're gonna help take care of you for the next few weeks."

Emily nodded again. Sam bit his lip a little unsure.

"We lost our parents too…if you ever need anyone to talk to…"

The gun fell from Emily's hands and she leaned against the game as her legs went weak. The screen went black, and it turned off. Emily blinked away the tears, and then looked at Sam, a haunted look that he would be remembering for a while. Kevin walked back in, carrying 2 bags, and scanned the room. When he saw Sam by his sister, he ran over and put a protective arm around her.

"Come on, Emmy. I got you some clothes to wear."

Kevin guided Emily up the stairs and into her room, accidentally stepping on the watch when he went in. He looked down at it, and picked it up gingerly.

"Why'd you break the watch? Dad gave…oh…"

He sighed and put the watch in one of the bags. He'd try and fix it later, before Emily regretted throwing it away.

"Alright, I got you your clothes. Get changed, and you can have a shower tonight before you go to bed."

Emily nodded, and rolled her eyes. Even though it was annoying when he acted like a parent, she appreciated the effort he put into taking care of her. She knew it must be hard. Kevin smiled, ruffling her hair, and left the room, dropping one on the floor. Emily closed the door behind him and pulled the bag onto her bed. She rummaged through the bag, pulling out a simple green dress, and changed.

Emily walked back downstairs a while later, without her brother, hesitating at the top of the stairs. She walked down and found her brother sitting at the bar. She went and sat next to him.

"Emmy, I'm sorry."

Emily looked at Kevin, confused.

"This is all my fault. If I hadn't…They'd still be here if it wasn't for me."

Emily stood up. She turned him around on his chair and gave him a hard look. He was bleary eyed, and smelt like alcohol. She scowled. He kept rambling about how everything was his fault, and how her life should have been different. She slapped him, hard. His head flew to the side. Sam and Dean, who had just walked in the front door, froze and stared, unsure of what they were supposed to do. Emily glanced at them, then at her brother who was looking at her in shock. She shook her head at him and started playing pool at one of the tables. She wasn't very good, but it passed the time. She didn't let Kevin try and pull her away, and she didn't say goodbye when Ellen and Jo left for Bobby's. She focused on the distraction of the game. It was what she needed.

Dean came over and leaned forward on the table as Emily went for a shot. She hit the balls, but they didn't go where she wanted them too. Dean shot her a charming smile, and to his surprise, she smiled back.

"You're not too good at this, are you?"

She smiled wider and shook her head. He chuckled and moved over to her.

"See, your problem is, you're holding the stick all wrong."

Emily took a step back and raised an eyebrow.

"Here let me show you." He took the stick from her hands and manoeuvred himself at the edge of the table. "See, just make sure you holding the stick gently. Don't force it. Aim….and…" He took a shot, getting 3 balls into their holes. "Shoot." He stepped back and leaned on the stick with a smug grin. Emily wasn't impressed. She snatched the stick back, and placed a note on the table. It was Australian money, but Dean figured he could exchange it later. Dean grinned wider and placed his own money on the table. Emily nodded and bent down, eye level with the top of the table. She moved around the table until she found something she approved of, and aimed. She pulled back and pushed forward gently, sending balls flying around the table. 3 of her balls followed Dean's into the appropriate holes. Dean looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You little cheat."

She grinned, picked up the money in one sweep, and gave Dean a peck on the cheek. She plopped herself down on the bar, just as her brother walked in. She kept her eyes on the table and, when her brother sat beside her, glanced back at Dean. His face was sour for a moment. He approached them.

"So, Kev, how old are you kids?"

Emily looked at Kevin, hearing the rumble in his chest.

"I'm 21. Not a kid. She's …" He trailed off and looked at her, brow creased. "What's the date today?"

Dean scratched his cheek. "Erm the 13th of August. Why?"

The siblings looked at each other. Had time really passed that quickly? Emily trembled, and Dean thought he heard a whisper "18…"

Kevin leaned over and kissed her on the forehead gently.

"Happy Birthday Em." He murmured.

Emily glanced over at Dean awkwardly and pulled away from her brother. She looked at Kevin. Kevin understood and smirked a little, ruffling her hair.

"You're such an emotion-phobe."

Dean went around back to grab a couple of beers, recognising the tender moment between the siblings. When he came back Kevin and Emily were playing noughts and crosses on a piece of paper and Sam was walking down the stairs. Dean held up a beer to his brother, who took it as they both sat at the bar.

After a couple of pages of tied games, Emily threw her pen across the room in a huff, and Kevin chuckled at her. Glancing at the clock, he saw how late it was and put his hand on Emily's shoulder.

"You should go to bed."

Emily pouted but did as he suggested, and climbed up the stairs. Kevin looked at the brothers.

"I'm sorry we got dumped on you like this. I told them I could handle it, but I guess- "

"It's fine. We don't mind." Interrupted Sam.

There was a moment of awkwardness before Dean pushed a beer towards Kevin. He smiled his thanks.

"So…What happened to you guys?" Dean couldn't help it, he knew he shouldn't have asked but curiosity won out over courtesy.

Kevin took a long drink of his beer and then set it down, a distant look in his eye.

"I wasn't there for most of it. I had gone out, on a hunt." Kevin looked at the brothers. "Simple salt and burn job. Didn't take more than a day. I came back home, it was late and I expected everyone to be in bed, but there were lights on. The door had been smashed. I grabbed my gun and went inside. I knew something was wrong but…"

Kevin took another swig, like it would dull the memory. It didn't.

"They were in the Lounge room. Door was mostly closed but I could still see…" He looked at the two of them again, face stern. "You gotta understand, We come from a long line of hunters dating back to the settlers. It's in our blood. We're just born to fight." He looked back down.

"Emmy, she was bound to a chair, bruised up. She had been forced to watch while this…thing..." He paused and rubbed his eyes. "It was long gone when I got there. I was too late. Dad was all over the place, pieces of him. Mum…I didn't see her. Emmy was crying, I couldn't understand her when she tried to warn me while I untied her. Then there was this blood. I looked up and there she was, on the ceiling."

Sam and Dean visibly tensed.

"She burned up. The whole place burned down, nothing left behind. I grabbed Emily and we went to one of Dad's friends. And now we're here."

"Do you know what did it?" asked Sam, his voice soft.

"No."

Strangler - Second Chapter! Thanks for reading. I wonder if any of you picked up on a little something to do with Emily. If you didn't, don't fret, all will be revealed.

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