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Chapter Two: Trip to the Kildero's

Gemma Schuster opened up the door to the suite she shared with three other girls. Brianna and Haley would still be in class and Crystal would probably be having lunch with her boyfriend David before her art history quiz. She smiled remembering the guy at the bookstore. He was cute…no he was drop dead gorgeous but she knew his type. He was no more than a wham-bam thank you ma'am kind of guy and she simply didn't have time for a quickie…no matter how good it would've been.

She sighed and put her bag on her bed before looking in the mirror. She couldn't help but cringe at her reflection. She hadn't slept in almost two days and it showed. She closed her eyes touching one of her temples tenderly.

"Not another headache." She groaned. She quickly grabbed a bottle of aspirin and took three-times the adult dosage. "I'm going to have to get my stomach pumped one of these days." She said tossing the bottle in her bag.

She grabbed her iPod and phone from their respective chargers and then opened her underwear drawer. She pulled out the switchblade hidden under the scraps of lace and satin. She tucked it away in her front pocket and closed the drawer before grabbing her bag and leaving her room. She scribbled out a note telling her roommates to text her if they needed anything from home and that she'd be back sometime early Sunday evening. She locked the door to her room and then left the suite locking the door behind her.

She made her way to the elevator and got in tapping her foot as she was taken down twenty floors. She left the tower she called home and turned in the direction of the bus station.

Sam and Dean stepped out of the elevator and knocked on Gemma's door. When they didn't receive an answer Dean nodded at Sam and stood watch while his younger brother picked the lock. They stepped into the suite and Dean grabbed the letter from the door to the right.

"She's going home like you said." Dean murmured. He sniffed the air and frowned. "Do you smell that?" Sam inhaled and a pained look covered his face.

"It's sulfur." Sam's voice was low and both men rushed from the suite back to the elevator and out of the tower heading towards the bus station.

They both spotted her talking to some guy at the entrance to the station. Dean rolled down his window so they could hear what was being said.

"What do you mean busses aren't running this weekend?" She demanded.

"I'm sorry miss but that's what my boss told me." The guy told her.

"Listen, I've got to get home my family is expecting me!" She said irritably.

"I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do." The guy turned away from her and she clutched at her head. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and sat down on a bench.

Sam didn't have time to grab for Dean as he got out of the car and approached her.

"Hey you need a ride into Madison?" Dean called out to her.

Gemma looked up at the guy that had called out to her and paused. She simply stared at him for a few minutes before standing up and nodding.

"I don't think I'm supposed to be going home this weekend. My mom can't pick me up because her car was stolen and my car is at my best friend's place…none of my roommates are going home this weekend and now the busses aren't running!" She said as he approached. "It's so unfair…I just want to go home." She told him.

"Hey my brother and I are heading into Madison to visit some old friends." He lied wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "I'm sure the Kildero's wouldn't mind if we were a bit delayed by taking you home."

"The Kildero's? Emily Kildero is my best friend! I'm supposed to be meeting her when I get in!" She exclaimed.

"Well come on and get in." Dean said leading her to the car. He could feel something was watching them and he'd feel a lot safer when they got on the road.

He helped her into the backseat and silenced Sam's protests with a warning look.

"We're taking her to the Kildero's. Emily is her best friend." Dean said stressing the words, we're taking her.

"Hey didn't we see you in the bookstore earlier?" Sam asked smiling back at her.

"Yeah…sorry about being a bitch…I was in the middle of one hell of a headache." She apologized to Dean.

The brother's looked at each other and Sam discreetly grabbed his gun and a flask of holy water from under his seat.

"So I never got your names." Gemma said her hand resting on the outside of the pocket that held her switchblade.

"My name's Dean and this is Sam." Dean pointed to Sam after starting the Impala. "I never caught yours."

"Gemma." She told them.

"So do you usually hop into strangers' cars and let them drive you home?" Sam asked.

"Not usually…but your brother said you know the Kildero's. Anyway I'm a big girl…I can take care of myself." She shrugged. The lull of the engine was making her drowsy and she closed her eyes resting her head on the window. It didn't take her long to fall into a well needed slumber.

When Sam was sure she was asleep he turned in his seat to face Dean.

"This is a bad idea." He said putting the 45 glock back under his seat.

"Something doesn't want her going back to Madison Sam, and I've got a feeling that Lilith has something to do with it." Dean said gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"What if Castiel and the angels were trying to protect her? We could be leading her right into a trap." Sam explained.

"You're the one that told me to turn the car around!" Dean snapped.

"Yeah so one of us could stay with her and the other could go watch out for Emily." Sam shot back frustrated.

"Well it's too late now and I don't think Cass would've let all her friends die and then wait to protect her." Dean grumbled.

Sam reached for the radio and turned it on looking out his window. It was going to rain. The clouds were dark and they seemed to be weighted down. It wasn't just going to rain…it was going to storm. A deep sense of foreboding crept into his mind. Something was about to go terribly wrong.