I'M BACK!!!!!! I am soo sorry I haven't updated in so long!!! Things have been absolutely CrAzY this past year!!!! But I'm back, and will be updating!! Please enjoy!! I tried to make this Chapter a little longer than the others  Please read & Review, and as always, thank you to those who have reviewed so far!! It is much appreciated!!!

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Dean stumbled back into the motel room sometime around five in the morning. Sam heard the door creak open, and Dean came in closing the door behind him. Sam knew he must have been drinking massive amounts of alcohol because when Dean walked past Sam's bed, Sam could smell it. Dean just fell on top of his bed, not even bothering to take off his coat before instantly falling into a deep (and much to Sam's annoyance), a snoring sleep. After a while though, Sam too was able to really fall asleep, not having to worry about whether or not his brother had gotten into an accident from drinking and driving. It baffled Sam how Dean could possibly drive his beloved impala in such a state.

It wasn't until much later that Sam awoke to the sound of Dean puking in the bathroom. Groaning, he sat up in bed and threw back the covers and crossed the room to the bathroom, standing in the doorway.

"Have fun last night?" Sam asked sarcastically.

"Shut up Sam." Dean moaned, lying on the floor.

"So you'd rather go out and get wasted instead of just telling me about Emma?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"God, yes."

"You're an idiot." Sam said, rolling his eyes.

Dean reluctantly pulled himself up off the tiled floor, fighting the nausea and walked to the doorway of the bathroom. "It's none of your damn business Sam!" Dean yelled. "I don't have to share all the details of my personal life with you. It's not like you tell me everything either."

"Well now you pretty much know everything because you all but beat it out of me, so now I'm going to do the same to you. I'm not some random person Dean, we're family for Christ's sake. We should start acting like it from time to time."

"Thanks for stating the obvious." He snapped, going over to the sink and washing his mouth out with some mouth wash to rinse out the taste. He then walked back into the room and went into his bag for aspirin, popping off the lid and pouring four into his palm. In one swift motion, he threw his head back, swallowing them all at once. He groaned again, pinching the bridge of nose with his index finger and thumb. "I don't want to talk about it, Sam and this is the very last time I want to hear you ask. If you start asking questions again, I'm going to have to kill you." He said sounding annoyed. "Now, I believe we have a family to go talk to." He added, changing the subject.

Sam sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. "Yeah you look like you're ready to go right now." He replied sarcastically, grabbing black pants and a white dress shirt from his bag. Sam decided to drop it for the time being, figuring he could try again later. Whiskey always did make Dean a rambling idiot.

"Just give me ten minutes. I'm fine." He mumbled, grabbing his clothes and going back into the bathroom.

About a half an hour later Dean and Sam were driving towards the Granger ranch, about a twenty minute drive from downtown Denver. The ride was completely silent the whole way there, and Dean didn't even say a word until they were on the front porch of the ranch house. A woman who looked to be in her mid forties, answered the door, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She looked like she had been crying earlier, due to the puffiness and redness of her eyes. "Can I help you?" She asked them.

Sam and Dean instantly, like a reflex, reached for their fake badges and held them up to show her. "Hello Mrs. Granger, I'm agent Harlow, and this is my partner Agent Stevens, FBI." Dean told her. "We'd like to ask you some questions if that's alright…"

"FBI?" She asked, looked confused. "Why is the FBI involved? My husband was killed by a horse…"

"We know ma'am, we're just stopping by to confirm." Sam answered quickly. "Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"

"I guess so…" She stammered, opening the screen door and letting them inside. She led them into the family room, where there was already someone sitting on the couch. "Emma… this is agent Harlow and agent Stevens from the FBI. They came to ask a few questions." The woman said. Emma whirled around and kept her composure. "Oh alright, Lynn, do you need me to go?" Emma asked the woman, throwing a narrowing glance at Dean.

Sam instantly caught on. "No that's alright, you can stay… we only have a few questions." He pointed out. He could feel Dean's stare burning into his back. He knew he was probably going to be murdered once they left the ranch.

"Agent Harlow… may I speak with you for a moment?" Emma asked, her chocolate colored eyes, burning with anger.

"Emma is everything alright?" Lynn asked.

"Yes, of course, Lynn. I just wanted to ask him something. I'll be right back." She replied softly.

"Go ahead, I've got this." Sam added, knowing that they were probably going to have a cat fight outside, and even though he sort of wanted to watch, he knew it would blow their cover if there was an actual job to be worked.

Emma waited for Dean to turn around, before following him back out of the house to the wrap around front porch. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked him in a furious whisper. "I thought you left!"

"Not this time, sweetheart." He said with a smirk. "I'm not going anywhere. And I could ask you the same thing… you working the job?"

"What job!?" She asked him in disbelief. "Lynn Granger is someone I've known for years… I'm stopping by to make sure she's alright… she just lost her husband for God's sake."

"You mean you can't work the job, because you're too close to the subject." Dean corrected.

"Dean, I swear to God." She said, putting her hands on her hips. "You are the biggest baby I've ever met!" She groaned. "There is no job… you were looking for something to hunt in the area so you could blame that on coming to see me, so you put this poor woman through more crap that she doesn't need right now."

"Oh there's a job here, sweetheart, don't flatter yourself." He said, narrowing his eyes back at her, even though he knew deep down there was a possibility she was right. There didn't seem to be anything strange that occurred yet… but he wasn't leaving until he was sure.

They were distracted when a girl ran out of the house and brushed past them. Emma turned to look at her and forgot all about Dean for a moment. "Maggie!" She called. Maggie turned around and looked at Emma, stopping wherever she was in such a hurry to get to. Emma walked past Dean, bumping into him before heading down the porch steps and over to the ten year old. "Maggie, what's wrong?" Emma asked her softly.

"Nothing…" Maggie replied, running a hand through her long blonde hair, the same shade as her mother's. "It's hard to explain."

"Well you know you can tell me right?" Emma smiled. "You know I won't say anything." Emma had been babysitting for the Grangers since she very first moved to Colorado, seven years ago, so she had built a relationship with Maggie. Emma sort of saw her like a little sister.

"You won't believe me! Nobody does!" She protested, almost on the verge of tears. Emma didn't know which was scarier, the fact that something supernatural might be happening to a family she knew really well, or the fact that Dean was right about it. Again. Ugh, he was going to be so smug.

Dean walked over, to stand behind Emma. Maggie looked up at him nervously. "Who is he?" She asked Emma.

"This is Agent Harlow" Emma said softly, trying not to make a face at Dean. "If you tell us I promise we'll believe you…"

"Even if you think it sounds crazy, we'll believe you." Dean added softly. The kindness tone in his voice made Emma almost break out in goose bumps. He was always so sweet with kids, it had always made Emma more crazy for him. Mentally kicking herself from even thinking of him in that way again, she turned back to Maggie.

"Maggie, what is it?" She persisted.

"My mom thinks that Phantom killed daddy, but it wasn't Phantom!" She said.

"'Phantom' is?" Dean questioned.

"'Phantom' is the name of the horse." Emma replied quickly, not wanting to distract Maggie, but trying to get across to Dean. Emma looked back at Maggie yet again into her green eyes. "If Phantom didn't hurt your dad, then what did? Did you see something?" Emma asked.

"There was a palomino wild horse that came in and attacked him when he was closing up the barn for the night." She explained. "Mom doesn't believe me! Nobody does!"

"Maggie, we believe you." Dean interjected. "Are there a lot of wild horses around here?"

"I don't know." She admitted.

"Maggie, are you sure the horse you saw was a palomino?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I'm positive." She replied. "Do you believe me?"

"Of course we do." Emma smiled. "Was there anything else you saw?"

"It had red eyes." Maggie said, looking right at Emma as she crouched down to her height level.

"Okay, we believe you." Emma smiled softly at Maggie before looking up at Dean, feeling worried. Emma pulled Maggie into a hug. "We have to go, but we'll be back okay? Does your mom know you're going out to the stable?" Emma asked.

Maggie shook her head.

"You should go back inside and tell her you are… she wouldn't want you to get hurt, okay?" Emma smiled. "C'mon, let's go…"

Maggie followed Emma back into the house with Dean in tow. By the time they reached the family room, Sam had finished questioning Lynn.

"Thank you Mrs. Granger, we'll be in touch." Sam said with a nod.

"I have to take off too." Emma said softly. "If you need anything, just give me a call, okay?" She told Lynn, giving her and Maggie a hug.

Lynn nodded, resting her hands on Maggie's little shoulders as they showed the three out. Once they were safely out of hearing distance, Dean turned to Emma.

"Wow, it feels good to be right." He said smugly. "I know how to do my job!" He said not only to Emma, but to Sam as well.

"I didn't want you to be right, Dean." Emma snapped. "These people are like family to me."

"You just happened to neglect to tell me that?" He asked.

"First of all… not really your business, second of all, it's not like it really came up." She shot back.

"Can I say something?" Sam interjected, trying to sound innocent.

"NO!" Emma and Dean shouted simultaneously. They both stopped and looked at Sam then.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I think that since we're all hunters here, we might as well tackle this one together." Sam said, trying not to smile.

Emma rolled her eyes then sighed. "Fine, but this is strictly business." She said, pointing a finger at Dean.

"Fine with me." Dean snapped back.

"Alright, follow me back to my place. It's closer." She said. "Try to keep up, huh?" She told them. "Or do you still remember the way, Dean?" She asked coldly.

"I think we'll manage." Dean said, narrowing his eyes as Emma crossed the driveway to her purple 1971 Plymouth Barracuda. Once she was in, she brought the beast to life and hit the gas, sending a shower of gravel behind her before pulling out of the ranch entrance.

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