Lisa walked into her living room, her hands shaking as she handed Dean his coffee. He took his cup staring up at her, concerned.

"What's all this about, Lis?" he asked, already knowing, not wanting to believe it.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really shaken up right now." she said, flailing her hands.

Dean set his cup down, putting his arm around her. "Hey, hey, calm down."

She pulled away, shaking her head. "You're gonna hate me for what I'm about to tell you."

Instantly, he knew. His eyes hardened, his jaw clenched and he leaned away from Lisa. "What is it." he asked, flatly.

"I, ah... Met someone, Dean." she said, crying.

His stomach turned. Her glared at her. "His name wouldn't be Roger would it?" he said, sliding to the other side of the couch.

She nodded. And then she looked up at him, confused. "How did you know that?"

Dean leaned forward, holding his face in his hands. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." he said, leaving it at that.

"Dean, I'm-"

"Don't you dare say you're sorry." he warned.

"But I am." she mumbled. "You can still see Ben if you want, I know how much he cares about you."

"What have you been telling Ben in all this?" Dean asked, truly unable to figure out how she could have done such a thing.

"I haven't told him."

"Oh my God." Dean said, dropping his head. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he said, his voice shaking. "What are you gonna tell Ben when I'm gone and you bring some stranger to him?" Dean yelled, getting angry.

"He knows Roger." she admitted, hanging her head.

Dean stared at her, angry and appalled. "How?"

"I... leave Ben with him sometimes when I go to work."

He stood up, pacing around the room. "Of course you do." he mumbled with a non-humorous laugh.

"What the hell does that mean?" she said getting angry.

"It means I should of seen this coming, that's what that means." he said, rubbing his chin.

"Hey! I didn't plan for this, Dean! I didn't set out to hurt you! That's just-"

"That's just what happened, right! I get to be tossed out of my house like a piece of garbage just because you couldn't keep your legs closed!" he snapped, fuming.

She just sat there, her jaw hanging open, stunned.

"What, no clever retort, no apology? Huh?" He started walking towards her and she backed up into the couch. "It's 'cause you know I'm right."

He grabbed her hand, pulling a ring off of her finger. "You don't deserve this." he said, holding it up in her face. He put it in his pocket. "I'll call Ben later. You can explain to him why I'm not here." he said, stomping off through the kitchen and out the door.

Emilia was leaning on the passenger side of the Impala. Her head snapped up when she heard the door fly open. She braced herself for dealing with a now very heartbroken Dean. Without a word, he pulled Em out of the way of her door and opened it, going around to his side and getting in.

As they sat there in the small silent space, she could hear his shaking breath. "I don't want to hear any 'I told you so's or anything like that, okay?" he said, trying to sound forceful but his voice broke at the end.

Em shook her head. "Of course not." she whispered. "Will you be okay?"

He glared out the windshield, one hand gripping the wheel. "Yeah." he lied. "I'll be fine."

Dean and Em drove in silence. No music. No attempt to speak. Nothing. She glanced over at him, on occasion, but that was it.

Hours into the car ride, Dean's phone rang, making Em jump. He kept a grin off of his face with effort.

"Hey, Sammy." he said, his voice dead.

Sam was silent for a second. "Dude, you don't sound so good. You okay?"

"I'm fan-fucking-tastic, Sam, now what is it?"

"Well, Cass found a lead on the thing that's trying to control Emilia."

That got Dean's attention. Killing something sounded very appealing. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, and get this. It's looking like Emilia isn't their only angel-demon child."

"Really."

"Yeah, so far, there's three others that Cass thinks are fighting on Hell's side already. It's looking like that's who's controlling her. They all have a psychic connection from their bloodline so it has to be them, no one else could do all that."

"Their bloodline. You think they all have the same parents?"

"Well, yeah, that would explain the hell flashbacks, the torture, they all did that to her."

A sick cringe slithered down Dean's spine and he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Her own family, are you serious?"

"Yeah, but we got a lead on one of the bastards and we're going tonight. Will you be able to make it?"

"We're two hours out, we'll be there." he said, angry.

"Good.. So, how's Lisa and Ben?"

"Well..."

"Dean, what is it?"

"Lisa kicked me out. Looks like Mr. Parent Trap was right."

Sam sighed. "That really sucks, man. This hunt should help though, right? We'll kill some sons-of-bitches then go get you some beer, how does that sound?"

Dean smiled, his eyes still sad. "That sounds great, Sammy."

"I'm tellin' you, dude, don't do the emo thing. Turn on some music, get some cheeseburgers and take it easy."

Dean chuckled. "Okay. I will." he said, genuine.

"Good. I'll talk to Em and make sure."

"Oh, thanks, mom, that's good lookin' out."

"Someone has to look after your sorry ass."

"Well, thank you for.. taking that bullet." Dean said, playing along.

"Happy to do it, jerk."

"Shut up, bitch."

Dean snapped the phone shut and threw it into the box of tapes.

Emilia eyed him wearily as he grinned. "What did Sam say?"

Dean explained the whole thing to her, Emilia's face horror-struck the whole time. She leaned her head against the dash.

"I'm sorry, Em, but we'll take care of this. They won't get to you, I promise." he said, rubbing her back in an effort to sooth her.

As Dean turned around a blind corner, a giant semi-truck crashed into the passenger side. The car skidded thirty feet across the road, the metal frame of the Impala twisting and grinding around the giant truck, a piece of it slashing into Emilia's side. The glass in her window and the one behind her flew into the car. Dean's mouth was bleeding from where he hit it on the steering wheel and the flying glass sliced into him, but he quickly regained consciousness.

Dazed, he looked over at Em. The top half of her body was strewn over the box of tapes, her side bleeding, but her legs were lost somewhere in the twisted metal. "Emilia?" he croaked out. Tears filled his eyes as he carefully reached under her to grab his phone. He hit one, then send.

"Sammy." he managed.

Just then, he spotted something with shining white eyes walking towards the car.

"They got us, Sammy."

"Dean! What's going on?... Dean!"

"Find them fast, Sam, Em's not lookin' so good."

The next thing Sam heard was twisting and grinding metal as the monster ripped the door off of Dean's side, dragging him out of the car. The monster took the phone out of Dean's hand and crushed it in his own. Dean was half-conscious, looking up at him.

"What are you.." he coughed, choking on some of his blood. "..Gonna do with her?" He rolled over onto his side, allowing the blood to fall from his mouth.

"Just sit tight, boy, you'll see." the monster said, delight in his voice.

"She's not even alive is she?" he asked.

Just then, a crunching, screeching noise came from the car. But Dean couldn't turn to see it. It was another one, prying the bloody, broken mess of Emilia's body out of the car.