Emilia's eyes opened to the familiar yellow walls. It was right before sunrise and a pale blue bathed the whole room. She looked around and then rolled over onto her side, looking at Dean. She was able to look at things better after a good night's sleep. As she looked at him sleeping now, she couldn't shake it. Loving him didn't seem impossible. Though she'd only known this man one night, she could see it all. But she refused to accept it.

"He belongs with Lisa." she whispered to herself. But as those words echoed in her head, in the dead silence, she knew they didn't seem true. She growled, getting up out of bed.

She closed the door quietly and went looking for one specific room, walking quickly down the halls, unsure of what room he was actually in. She stopped dead in her tracks at room eleven, knowing that was the room. She sighed deeply and knocked on the door.

Future Dean answered the door, his hair a mess from sleeping. He couldn't help but grin when he saw her.

"Hey, Em."

"I need to talk to you." she said, her voice panicked, her face worried.

He processed her mood and he became concerned. "Yeah, of course." he said, opening the door wider, letting her in.

She sat down on his bed, eying his navy blue cotton t-shirt and black boxers, guiltily. "I woke you, didn't I?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, but that's cool. You need to talk." he said, sitting down next to her.

"Do you love me?" she asked, urgently.

Dean was silent, debating. He remembered her saying not to tell her stuff like that. But when it was asked, flat-out, he couldn't just say no.

"Please, I have to know." she said, her voice, calmer, growing sad. "I believe you and I just have to know that there's some sort of hope for my life. Or what's left of it."

"Please don't talk like that, that's why I'm here."

"You really think you can stop all of this?" she asked, desperately needing reassurance.

"I'm here and I'm gonna save you, I promise."

"Thank you." she whispered.

"You wanna know the truth?"

She nodded, turning towards him more.

"You mean so much to me, Em, I had this life with you that was..." He cleared his throat. "It was perfect."

She smiled. "That sounds really nice."

He smiled back. "Yeah, it was."

She hugged him awkwardly. He readjusted himself, pulling her into his arms, sighing contently. It was exactly what they both needed at that moment. As they sat there, something in the room changed. He pulled her away slightly, looking in her eyes, reading them. Then he leaned in, kissing her. He gripped her hair in one hand, his other arm locked securely around her. She kissed him back, moving her lips with his, letting him lead.

Completely uncaring, abandoning all hope and reasoning, she straddled his lap, eagerly sliding her tongue between his lips. Dean's heart kick-started into overdrive and his hands started shaking as his tongue danced with hers, craving the softness of her lips and the warmth of her mouth.

He pulled her away, laying her down on the bed. Just before he leaned in, there was a knock at the door. He growled. It took everything he had in him to get up off that bed. He opened the door, sticking his head out, the annoyance plain on his face.

"Hey is Em in there?" past Dean asked.

He glared. "Hang on."

Em sat at the foot of his bed, her breath shaken. She looked up at him. "What?"

"It's, ah, Dean. I think he's ready to go." he said, looking down.

The first thing that ran through her mind was wondering how she could get out of it. But before she spoke, she ran through it all in her mind and decided that she'd better go. She got up, sliding her dress down.

"You want something a bit more road trip friendly?" Future Dean asked, eying her long dress.

She looked down and nodded. "Yeah, that would be good." she said, unable to collect herself. She was still light-headed and her knees shook as she stood there.

Future Dean dug into past Dean's bag, pulling out a pair of gray sweatpants and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. "Here, you can wear these." he said, handing them to her. "I'll go in there while you get changed." he said, pointing to the bathroom.

That seemed a little odd to her. "Why? It's nothing you haven't seen before, is it?"

He thought through his next words carefully. "Let's just say I've seen enough to know that if you were to.. undress in front of me right now, I couldn't let you go and I.. kind of have to."

Their minds started drifting again as they looked at each other. But with his last bit of reasoning, Dean forced himself into the bathroom, closing and locking the door.

Em hurried to change, putting on the over-sized stretch pants, pulling the draw string tight around her waist. She pulled off her dress, quickly pulling on the Zeppelin shirt. She ran out to meet past Dean.

She smiled up at him. "Hey."

He looked her over stopping at her feet. His eyes darted back up to her. "You don't have any shoes."

She looked down, wiggling her toes. "Nope."

"There's a store down the street, we'll get you some there, 'kay?" he said, less annoyance in his voice, more caring.

"Okay." she said, not really seeing the point. "Thank you."

"Yeah, so, are you ready to go?"

She nodded. He grinned. "Good."

They walked into the huge store and followed the signs to the shoes. It was lit by giant florescent lights, the floor was made of scuffed up white tiles and the hum of voices and beeps of all the registers filled the giant room.

Emilia followed Dean as he scanned the aisles for the sturdiest looking pair of shoes. He looked down at her feet, eye-balling her shoe size and grabbed and few pairs of boots. He sat her down on a little bench in the aisle and disappeared for a moment, reappearing with a package of socks in his hand. He tore them open, handing her a pair.

"Here, put these on then try the shoes." he said, not a trace of anger in his voice.

She pulled them on and then tried the first pair of shoes. She laced them up, walking around in them. She turned back to Dean and shrugged. "These'll work." she said with a grin.

He looked her over again, still dissatisfied. He disappeared again for a little bit longer this time and came back with four pairs of jeans slung over his arm. He sat the bulk of them down, holding one pair at a time up to her waist, trying to estimate her size. He left the others, taking the third pair.

He grabbed her hand, pulling her to the women's dressing rooms.

"What's all this about?" she asked as he handed her the jeans.

"Just.. try those on, see if they fit." he said, shrugging.

Normally, he would be rushing to see Lisa at this point, but he was enjoying his time with Em, though he wouldn't fully admit it to himself. Something else he would never admit to himself was why he was buying her shoes and jeans. He wanted to make her comfortable. He wouldn't even let it enter awareness in his mind but it showed in his actions. In so many different ways, he was starting to like her.

"Why are you buying me this stuff, anyways?" Em asked, sliding on the jeans.

Dean leaned against the side of the dressing room, folding his arms. "Everysane person needs a pair of shoes and I wanted my sweats back." he lied, playing it down. "Ah, you can just put it all on now and we'll hand them the tags."

She pulled on the boots again. "Okay."

She stepped out, looking down at herself and then up at Dean, self-conscious. "How do I look?"

Dean looked at her slowly, noticing the way the jeans hugged her small waist, fitting tightly down her her legs. He licked his lips and then tried to think of a response that didn't give him away. "That'll work."

They went through self-checkout, Dean scanning the tags and paying with a card under the name of Dick Hasslehoff. He tried not to watch her as she walked ahead of him through the parking lot but he stole a few glances. He opened her door for her then got in, himself.

"Will you hand me that box down there?" he asked pointing to the floor at her feet.

She handed him the box of tapes and he grabbed one off the top and popped it in, setting the box on the seat between them. "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zeppelin started blaring through the speakers and Em looked over, smiling wide at him. He smiled back, singing along off key. They drove the whole six hours, blasting music, singing along. They stopped only once to get gas.

As Dean got closer and turned off the freeway, he couldn't help but be excited. He turned the music down as they started getting into the residential areas.

"So this is the place, huh?" Em asked with a smile.

"Yup." he said, unable to keep the smile off his face.

They got out, walking to the door that opened into the kitchen. Dean opened the door, letting Emilia walk in first. Lisa was rounding the corner into the kitchen when she spotted them. She froze, stunned.

"Dean." she said, more sad than happy.

"Hey, Lis." Dean said, walking towards her.

She forced a smile, her eyes guilty. "Who is this?" she said, looking at Em.

"Oh, that's Emilia, we're helping her out with a few things. Um.. Where's Ben?" he asked, smiling.

"He's staying over at a friend's. Look, Dean, I have to talk to you, do you mind waiting in the living room while I put on some coffee?"

"Yeah, sure." He nodded, heading into the other room.

Emilia stared after him, sad. Dean might have been in denial but she knew what was coming. She glared at Lisa who was oblivious, digging through the cupboards. Em collected herself, taking a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"You know, he's really crazy about you." she said, putting on a smile.

Lisa set the coffee down on the counter across from Em. "Yeah, he's, ah.. great." she said, panic and guilt in her voice.

"Yeah he is." she forced a chuckle. "You know, things are a real mess right now but he just had to come see you." Her face grew serious. "I don't think he's doing well right now, Lisa but thank God he has you, someone he can turn to, someone who would never do anything to hurt him." she sighed, smiling as Lisa stared back, guilt and horror shining on her face. "It sounds.. too good to be true."

Lisa chuckled nervously. "So.. You're a hunter or something?" she said scooping the coffee into the machine.

"Something like that, yeah. Don't worry, I'll make sure he's okay."

Lisa nodded, feigning a smile. "That's, ah.. That's good."

"Yeah, if I even think anyone is gonna hurt him, I'll take em out myself, don't you worry." she said with a sly smile.

"Oh God." Lisa mumbled, putting her hand on her forehead.

"You okay?" she asked, trying to hide the amusement in her voice.

Lisa turned back to Em. "Yeah, I just... wasn't expecting him back so soon."

"He wanted to surprise you. He knows how you love surprises. Too bad Dean doesn't though." she laughed. "I bet he's so restless in there right now. You'd better get in there soon so he cheers up.. What are you gonna talk to him about anyways?"

"Oh, it's.. nothing." she whispered, barely able to speak.

"Doesn't seem like nothing." Em said, her face serious.

"What's wrong with you?" Lisa asked.

Em glared. "I could ask you the same thing. You got a wonderful guy in there, you know."

Lisa nodded. "Yeah, I know."

Em leaned forward. "No." she shook her head. "You don't."

"Why are you being like this, I don't even know you." Lisa said, getting scared.

"You're backing out, I can see it." she said, narrowing her eyes. "You're not gonna tell him the truth are you?"

Lisa backed up, definitely afraid. "How do you..." she whispered.

Em glared at her, her voice dark and sinister. "If you don't tell him, if you don't let him go, I'll kill you myself." She got up and left, fuming, leaving them to talk.