Author's Note: Omg i'm so sorry guys. When I was uploading this story to I somehow forgot to put this in there :( This is one of my favorite parts in the story so I hope you guys like it :)

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Emma was sitting in Dean's room, he was konked out from the pain killers they had given him for his 2 broken ribs. His eye lids started to twitch as he opened them. He looked over and saw Emma sitting in the chair next to his bed. "Hey." Emma said, she looked like she had been crying, but she tried to hide that by quickly wiping her eyes and putting on a cheerful tone. "How you feeling?" she asked Dean. "Good, they got me on so many pain killers I don't feel anything right now." he said, slightly laughing. "That's good I guess." Emma said. "So how's your uncle and Rebecca?" Dean asked. "Rebecca's still unconcious and uncle Sam is getting his arm casted up." Emma said. She looked sad, and tired, like she hadn't slept all night. "Em you ok?" Dean asked, worried about his daughter. "Yeah, dad, i'm fine." Emma said, her voice was weak. "Ok." Dean said, he was upset because he couldn't help her. There was a silence, but Dean finally broke it in an attempt to make Emma laugh "So when we get outta here i'm gonna take you to get some ice cream." Dean said. "What?" Emma asked, slightly confused. "You know when you were little ice cream would always make you feel better.I think it was on your second birthday that that started too. You see I was working a hunt and I had to leave you at Bobby's so you wouldn't get hurt. I felt horrible about that though because it was your birthday, so when I came back to Bobby's to get you I had a big carton of neopolitan ice cream and we left Bobby's and me and you were just drving on the car eating ice cream. And when about half the carton was gone your entire face was covered in chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla ice cream." Dean said, laughing, but was wincing because of his ribs. Emma laughed too, "Yeah that sounds like me.". "And I get a smile, it's good to see that." Dean said. "Yeah." Emma said, her eyes got said because the thought of Chris had flashed through her mind. "Emma..." Dean started, but he was interupted by Sam walking in. "How's your arm?" Emma asked, happy to get away from the subject her dad was about to bring up. "Better." Sam said, holding up his casted left arm. "That's good little brother." Dean said. "Oh I came in here to tell you that Rebecca's awake." he said. "That's great." Emma said. "Why don't I leave the two of you in here to talk and i'll go see how she's doing." she got up and walked out of the room and went to Rebecca's room.

"Hey friend." Emma said, walking into Rebecca's room. "Hey." Rebecca said, sounding very weak. "How ya feelin?" Emma asked, taking a seat on the end of the bed. "Like I was thrown through a glass door." she said, giving a light chuckle. "What about you? How are you holdin up?" Rebecca asked. "Fine." Emma said, blanly. "You lost the love of your life yesterday, who just happened to be the yellow-eyed demon, you're not fine." Rebecca said.

"She'll be fine Dean. She's strong, she's like you." Sam said, trying to convince his brother. "Exactly, Sam, she's like me. I know her, she won't get over this easily." Dean said. "You don't think I know her? Dean, I know that she is thinking about it right now." Sam said

"I'm just trying not to think about it right now. Which isn't working out so well." Emma said, her voice cracking trying not to cry. Rebecca put her hand on Emma's hand trying to comfort her. "It's going to be ok." she said. Emma just nodded trying hard not to cry but a few tears escaped her.

"I just hate seeing her upset." Dean said. "I know. She's lost too many people. Liz, You, Bobby, and now Chris." Sam said

"I can't lose anybody else, Becca. I've already lost my mom, my dad once, Bobby, and now Chris. It's just not fair." Emma said. "You don't deserve this Em, no one does." Rebecca said.

"She doesn't deserve this Dean, no one does." Sam said. "I just wish there was something we could do to make her feel better. When's the funeral?" Dean asked. "Wednsday." Sam said.
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The Funeral: December 27th

Emma was sitting right in front of the coffin, Chris' parents were on one side of her and Dean, Sam, and Rebecca were on the other. Six more rows were behind them, filled with Chris' family and friends. All of them were looking at her, glaring more like it. They all had heard different versions of whay had happened to Chris, some of those versions involve Emma murdering Chris for insurance, insurance that didn't exist. Another version was that Chris was trapped into the marrige and killed himself. Emma had tried to ignore the people talking behind her back at the wake. All she got was less than considerate "I'm sorry."s and sarcastic "Sorry for your loss."s. She couldn't blame them though, she had killed their friend, their cousin, their nephew, their grandson, their brother, their son. Dean was sitting next to Emma and took ahold of her hand, he looked at her tear streaked face and gave her a caring look. Emma took ahold of his hand in a tight grip as she watched them lower the casket into the ground.

After the casket was lowered everyone got up and started to walk to their cars. Dean and Sam both had the arms around Emma, walking her to the car, and Rebecca was close behind. One of Chris' old highschool buddies walked past Emma and mumbled "Gold Digger." under his breath. He was a big shot exec. from Chicago, who had a ditzy looking piece of blonde arm candy. "Excuse me?" Dean said, pulling his arm away from Emma and over to him. "Dad don't." Emma said, in a whisper. "You heard me. She's nothing but a little gold digging mudering slut." he repeated. Dean just began to give a light hearted chuckle, and looked back at Sam and Emma giving them a 'I can't believe this guy' look, then turned around and punched him right in the face, knocking him to the ground. Dean kneeled down and got eye level with him, "You're messing with the wrong guy on the wrong day." Dean said, giving him a piercing look. "Nice arm candy." he said looking at his girlfriend. He glared at him the got up and walked back over to Emma, who couldn't believe what he just did. "Thanks." she whispered to him. Dean looked at her and smiled, then continued walking her to the car. Chris' parents were on their way out as well, his mother was crying her eyes out. Emma caught a glance at her and couldn't imagine what losing your child felt like. Erica looked up and locked eyes with Emma, then just gave her a cold, sharp, glare. Emma quickly directed her eyes away and looked straight ahead of her. "Come on." Sam said, helping Emma into the passenger's seat of the car. Dean got into the driver's seat, and Sam and Rebecca got into the back. About 5 minutes into the drive Rebecca attempted to break the silence. "Emma...i'm sorr-" she started, but Emma turned the radio on, cutting her off. Carry On My Wayward Son was playing. Dean glanced over at Emma, then looked into the rearview mirror at Sam, who was looking back at Dean with the same concerned look.