AN: Finals are over! Summer is here! I have this story totally mapped out, so my brain freezing writer's block should be okay from here on out. I've also got a few chapter stashed away in my notebook, so expect lots of updates in the next few days!

CHAPTER 4

"So it's demons." Emma said, glancing over Sam's shoulder at the photo in his hand. In it were... Emma did a quick count... fifteen boys, each sporting the same tattoo that Dean and Sam had on their chests. Some sported it on their stomach's, others on their necks or arms. One clever fella put it right above his crotch, and Emma shuddered to think how that felt.

"Here's our guy." Sam's long fingers pointed out the boy from the morgue. His fingers were pointed proudly at his stomach. Emma felt Dean let out his breath.

"Okay so these are all the dead boys." Emma said, "What are they all doing in a picture together?"

"Frat maybe? Sports team group?"

"Fight club?" Dean quipped.

Emma frowned, "Yeah but there's nothing that links them in the news. If they were all in the same frat, it would say."

"Unless they don't talk about it." Dean's voice was enthusiastic, "First rule of fight club."

"You know that's actually a really good book. Please don't ruin it for me - here let me see." Emma sat down on the boy's bed and took that laptop from Sam, where he was trying to bypass the login page. She pulled a small flashdrive from her pocket and plugged it in. Within moments of furious typing on her part, they were in, and the desktop of the boy's computer (showing two naked girls holding each other to Emma's frowning disgust and Dean's appreciative nod) came up. Blowing her blonde bangs out of her face, Emma clicked around for a while, until she stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. Dean chuckled as he looked over at her frustrated huff.

"Maybe..." frowning, she clicked a few more times and suddenly shouted an "AHA" that made both Dean and Sam jump. The two of them turned and came to stand behind Emma, watching as she furiously clicked through a number of folders that she had found. Emails, websites, pictures, with every new opening Emma frowned even further. Dean tried to follow along, and just rolled his eyes and continued to look through drawers as Sam settled back down next to Emma to watch her. "Okay so it looks like he was part of some kind of demonology ring..." Emma said, half to herself and half to the brothers. "All these boys were part of it. They all got the tattoo."

"Any word on who's running the show?" Dean asked, interested.

"Got it." the whir of the printer next to Dean made him jump and Emma pranced over, pulling the papers from the top before skipping toward the door. "Let's go boys we got everything we need."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look as the two of them watched her.

"Weird girl," Sam commented.

"Yeah."

Sam and Dean Winchester were both realizing what Emma's angelic face could do, even if she was a complete bad-ass otherwise (which, with every glance at her gun collection Dean was becoming more and more convinced) otherwise. You would think she was an innocent blonde beautiy even with her gun pointed at your face. Dean found himself staring at her more and more as they headed out toward the boy's car for any more clues.

"I've got a bunch of names, but not addresses or anything." Emma said as she looked through the papers in her hands. Dean smirked.

"I thought you said we had everything we need."

"Nerd-wonder here can take care of the rest, right?" Emma clapped Sam on the shoulder and Sam suppressed a roll of his eyes as Dean chortled. Emma leaned against the side of the beat up Ford as Dean muscled the door open, before he leaned in the side and started sifting through papers and McDonald's wrappers all over the floor.

"What's this?" Dean wondered aloud and Emma came to stand behind him, looking over his shoulder.

"Looks like an address."

"Yeah thanks." Dean deadpanned and turned the paper over in his hands. One word was written on the back of it, "Thursday."

"Thursday?" Emma mumbled as she took the paper from Dean's hand. She jumped, and shuddered from head to toe.

"Yeah, it usually comes after Wednesday. Right before Friday..." but Emma was not listening enough to even give him a glare.

"This is where we're going to find our answers." Emma said, and handed the card back to Dean and smiled. "I'll bet you ten bucks."

"You're on." Sam said, "It could just be a date for him to pick up, or a party. How do you figure this is the answer?" Emma glared.

"I just know okay?" she growled and turned around, storming over to her truck. Sam and Dean gave each other a bewildered look.

Women.

"This is why I don't hunt with people." Emma growled to herself as she climbed up into her truck and closed the door behind her. Pulling on her leather gloves, Emma started the car's engine and waited for the brothers to duck into the car before speeding away, right ahead of them.

The adjoining hotel rooms were small, and dingy, and Emma was sure the receptionist was a prostitute. All in all, it felt like home sweet home. It felt nice to lie on a bed for once and just doze. Next door Emma could hear the TV and conversation between brothers. As Emma closed her eyes, she thought about them.

Dean was a dream, for sure, but every five seconds he would say something that made Emma want to slap him upside the head. There was no doubt he was an excellent hunter, just like his legendary father had been, but god damn. As headstrong people, Emma and Dean had already been in six arguments over breakfast, gas stations, the appropriate color for a suit, hotel rooms, pizza, and Lindsay Lohan. She really didn't think she could spend another moment with the man, and was already thanking god for the adjoining rooms. As Emma shifted, she hissed as the movement tugged at the tender skin on her shoulder.

Sam. Sam had secrets. But she knew all about those. Emma glanced at her fingertips hidden behind her leather gloves. She wasn't sure what to make of quiet, brooding, secretive Sam except that he was a lot like her. Emma wasn't sure if she liked that. Of course, the hunter wasn't going to be spending much more time with either of these men, so she didn't put a lot of thought or worry into them. That was, until she heard a knock on her door.

"What?" she yelled from her bed, and didn't attempt to move.

"The pizza's here." Dean called from the other side of the door. Emma pulled herself into a sitting position, running one hand through her blonde hair to get it out of her face. Dean took this as a silent treatment and called in response: "There's a vegetarian side..." Emma grinned and stood up before going to the door and opening it.

"Cool," she said, and took a seat in the torn armchair. She reached out to grab a piece from her pizza.

"Aren't you going to take off your gloves?" Sam asked as he sat down on the bed, a plate in his hand.

"It's cold." Emma responded. As she took a bite of the pizza, she hissed at the scalding on her tongue, and took a few quick breaths before swallowing it.

"It's... like 70 degrees."

"Bad circulation. What's on TV?" Dean and Sam exchanged another look, before Dean grabbed a beer out of the cooler and opened it with his teeth, sitting down on the ground and stuffing his mouth with pizza. The ring of a cell phone brought them all away from the TV as Dean looked down at his phone, and frowned before answering it with a muffled 'hello?' mouthful of pizza. Emma rolled her eyes. She heard the nervous gulp, and rustle as Dean stood up.

"Yeah we'll be right there." he hung up the phone and tossed the piece he was eating back into the box. "The bodies from the morgue are missing."

Thanks for reading! Great to be back!