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They talked for what seemed like hours, Emma found Sam extremely interesting, they were both the similar yet very different at the same time. She hoped he found her interesting as well, she needed a friend in this new country, era and what seemed like universe that she now had to live in.
She woke up slowly, the room was flooded with light from the window and was on the bed that was not the one she had back in England. She yawned and found the body of Sam lying on the floor, hair covering his eyes. Laughing slightly, she remembered all of the facts about him, his name was Sam Winchester, favourite colour was red, favourite movie 'To Kill a Mockingbird' she heard the door open and quickly lay back down on the bed.
"Rise and shine." Dean shouted.
Sam suddenly awoke and shot up at the noise of his brother's loudness, causing Dean to cackle.
"I always love his reaction."
"What's the time?" Emma asked the older brother standing in the doorway.
He looked at her smile falling off his face and his eyes losing their shine before answering grimly "Twelve."
"Already?" Sam asked tiredly as he rubbed his eyes.
"Yep."
"Does that mean I can have lunch?" she asked.
"We'll get pie on the way."
"On the way where?"
"We're taking you to buy clothes, don't need you borrowing anymore of Sam's." He replied bluntly.
"Thanks." She said shyly, the skirt was starting to get on her nerves a bit.
X
Sam, Dean and Emma went out to the black impala.
"Now that's a nice car." Emma admitted, she caught a cheeky grin appear on Dean's face for an inch of a second before it falling to cold as stone again, like a statue carved with a forever blank expression.
He got in the car with Sam accompanying him in the front and Emma in the back before they raced off to the nearest clothes shop.
X
They came back five hours later, Emma was grinning and Dean and Sam where weighed down with bags from several various shops.
"Why do you even need these many clothes anyway?" Dean said angrily, dropping the bags on the floor in relief.
"I don't know; it's was your fault for offering to go to 'The Gap'" she replied.
"You guys seem to be having a struggle there." Bobby said as he walked into the hallway. "Alright say it quickly, how much did you spend?"
"Five hundred and fifty dollars," Sam said quietly.
"Balls!"
"Well it's not like we pay for it anyway," Dean defended.
"Well I think I am going to go and unpack." Emma said as she took four of the bags out of nine.
"I'll help you." Sam said laughing slightly.
They walked up to the room that the redhead was currently staying in. They set the bags down.
"Thanks." Emma smiled.
"It's fine." He replied. "Are you finally happy to be able to wear something new?"
"Yep and especially happy to be able to wear makeup again," she said in excitement, she didn't remember spending a whole day without her foundation and mascara, she felt bare without them and it was especially hard not having her face made up in front of strangers.
"Really? Your face looks fine without makeup."
"Yeah, sure." She said sarcastically.
"I'm serious, why do you wear it?"
"It makes me feel better." She shrugged.
"But wouldn't it be better to not hide your face away?"
"I don't know, I've prefer to, I don't know why but sometimes it's good to be hidden." She replied in a faint whisper. "Anyway… should probably start unpacking these bags."
"I can agree with you on that!" Sam agreed, going to open the dusty wardrobe door, which looks like it hadn't been open in fifty years. Emma followed him and saw that there were some other various pieces of clothing in there.
"Oh wow," Sam said in astonishment. He took one of the plaid shirts out. "These were mine from years ago."
"Really?" Emma grinned in interest. "Did you stay at Bobby's a lot?"
"A few times, when I was a kid," he said with a chuckle. "Guess Bobby doesn't go in here while I'm gone."
"Let's see that?" she asked, Sam handed her the shirt. She studied it before holding it up against herself and then up against him.
"You weren't a tall child?" she asked in astonishment, wondering if his growth spurt had just miraculously happened in one night.
"Nope, actually kind of short, but," he searched through the wardrobe and grabbed another shirt that was old with its dusty aroma and its faded colours, "I think I was thirteen when I used to wear this and…" he held it up to measure it against her, it looked like it would fit Emma, if not be a bit too big for her.
"Okay you were freakishly tall for a teenager." Emma giggled.
"How tall are you, five foot seven?"
"Five foot six," she said quietly.
"Aww, that's adorable." He cooed in a mock-cute voice.
"Shut up." she said before laughing.
"Alright I am going to leave you to unpack." Sam snickered. He left the room to let Emma unpack the several bags that made the small house in the middle of America feel slightly more like home.