The room was pitch black, and so quite. Not even the sound of breathe stirring.

Dean in a bed blankets dragging around his ankles. Eyes closed, breathing softly as he was tossed into the land of bad dreams.

Hailey and Delanie sharing a bed, not talking as the leaned against the wall. They couldn't sleep and it wasn't inviting. Hailey was focused on Gabriel, who was spread out on the couch chewing on some gum as he looked over his phone. Castiel was sitting at the table, head in his hands and looking depressed as hell.

Yeah, it was growing on them.

Sam was sipping coffee, leaning against the counter and thinking. Because people seemed to do that a lot these days.

Emilia's phone lay on the table, quiet like the room. Until a song started playing. And nobody dared to answer her phone, in fear of her killing them.

But that song was sparking curiosity. No one understood how right that song was, every line actually meaning something. No one knew that number, which kept her talking late at night. But they wanted to.

The song quieted, cannoning a voice mail had been left. Sam sighed, walking back to the bed he had been sharing with Dean. Setting the coffee down he fell into it, letting the unconsciousness wash over him.

The door, there was a quite knock on it. Delanie slipped out of bed, flinching at the coldness of the floor.

She shuffled over to it, letting Emilia in. Her eyes darkened over, as she held her own Starbucks cup. Sipping the mocha down.

"You okay?" Delanie asked quietly, the first two word to be said that empty night.

"Yeah," Emilia breathed, because no one is ever okay with this life. She grabbed her phone, dialing the number and settling in another room.

Castiel shook his head, standing up. "I'm leaving."

"Where to?" Hailey whispered, something in her voice pleading that he won't.

"A walk. I cant stay in here," They may have needed that, the fresh air to clear there minds. But no one wanted to see this clearly.

There had been lots of talking the night before, and today it was quite. There was no news in heaven about Gabriel, which meant the angels didn't know.

They had no clue what to do now. Gabriel was under house arrest, fine by him, until his wings healed.

You know different is bad, you know the shades. I've taught you that, and his wings were broken.

Father torn burnt and broken like he had tried to fly out of Hell. Hailey thought that much, believing that was the only way he could have gotten wings like that. But no one wanted to see shades of grey here. Not now, when everything was breaking.

Four years. Emilia had been hunting with Delanie, throwing daggers at any monster they could find. Then dragging Hailey back into this, meeting Sam and Dean. Finding Gabriel was alive, a little much.

And they slept that night, running over nightmares and then,

"Hunter!"

The name had been stored in there mind for ages. They only name that was shouted loud in the morning, waking the gang up.

Emilia looking mortified, Delanie rushing to her friends side and Hailey starting the coffee.

Dean cooking waffles, and Gabriel ruffling Sam's long hair. Which turned into a wrestling match, the girls shouting as referees and laughing.

It was a good morning.

"Are we going to find a case, or wait until something comes knocking?" Delanie leans back on the table, her blonde her sagging just below her shoulders.

Dean shrugged, "Why not."

Sam rolled his eyes, typing into his computer. "Here," He pointed to an article.

Dean peered over his shoulder. "New house killings, family murdered, no prints. Nothing"

"A ghost," Hailey chimed, pouring vodka into the coffee.

"Yeah," Sam said standing up to stretch.

-xox-

Car rides were simple, Sam and Dean riding in the front.

The girls in the back, sitting in silence as they listened to Deans music. Emilia texting on her phone as Hailey and Delanie fooled around.

Dean sang quietly to his music and Sam complaining that it's old. Dude, seriously?

Emilia complaining about how he needs to play Taylor Swift. Hailey screaming about how Eminem is better.

Delanie rolling her eyes and fighting over Emilia for the phone.

'Stop texting your boyfriend and let me play.'

Simple.

The car stopped at a old house, yellow paint chipping off the window sills. An old green porch wearing away from the rain.

"This the house?" Emilia said in disbelief, who would haunt something like this.

Sam nodded, getting out of the car as well as Dean. Hailey and Delanie slipped out.

The grass was green, breeze blowing it up as it was long and wild. They started walking to the house until Emilia jumped back, screaming in pain. She hit the hard ground, her body flashing the same pure light it had when she was arguing with Hailey.

"Emilia?" Sam helped the girl up. The same reaction when she tried to walk past. No angel guards.

Dean looked around, swirling his dagger to find triggers. Nothing. Hailey closed her eyes, "Can anyone else feel that or?"

"Feel what?" Delanie asked hesitantly.

"It's power..."

"No," Emilia's voice was layered with thick disbelief. "Its key-guarded."

Hailey's eyes flew open, "What?"

"Sam, I need your map."

He took it out of his pocket, handing it to the girl after she stood up. She pulled out a pen from her pocket, drawing a pentagon.

"Did you really not know where we were?" Emilia sighed.

Sam shook his head, "I didn't remember, it'd been so long off."

"She can't walk in here because of the gates unless she has a potion."

Dean sighed, "I'm assuming this ghost is dangerous."

"I think I might actually know who it is," Emilia sighed with a shake of her head, "Pam Averns."

"Who?" Hailey said confused.

"Hailey. Pam Averns."

"Wait do you mean the girl who got engaged to Nolan?" Delanie asked, coking her head.

"That was fucking Aliya," Hailey said rolling her eyes, "No Pam Averns in my brian."

"Oh my. Have you met my ami, Colin? He's just adorable."

"Wait, wait, didn't she kill some people?"

"Yeah, she became a sycio path, mall shooting and got arrested. She bought5 this," Emilia gestured to the house, "Worn out thing until her husband was killed and she was slaughtered by a demon."

"Oh," Hailey blinked.

"Who's Colin? And how do you know all this?" Dean asked, twirling the dagger in his hand.

"Haileys old boyfriend, and I have people."

"I have people," Delanie mocked.

-xox-

Emilia and Sam sat in front of each other sipping coffee, going over plans.

"So what are you going to tell Dean about our coffee date?" Emilia asked, as they finished discussing how to get the potion.

"That your falling madly in love with me, and I'm going to shatter your heart."

"Well then," Emilia huffed. "And your not my moose."

"Cristo."

"I'm not possessed moron," She said rolling her eyes.

"Crowley called me moose."

"Yes, he's a lovely brit. 'Spot of tea Queen.' I've met him, Sam. And I've come accustomed to calling you moose."

"Queen?" Sam commented, as he tucked his laptop into a bag.

"I -well- old name. History,"

"Yes, Queen."

"Shut it." She huffed, tossing her cup into the trash.

"Of course, your majesty."

"Of course your majesty," the boy nodded, his blue eyes looking right at her.

She smiled softly back at him, as he winked and ran out into the forest. She chased zafter him, the sun beating down on her open back as her tan started appearing.

Her brown hair flew out in the gentle breeze, her boots denting in the dirt. He swung down from a tree, making her jump back with a scream.

"You scared me." She breathed, her face turning red.

"Stop chasing, you're not getting anywhere."

"Emilia?" Sam tapped the girls shoulder, "You okay?"

"Memories," she shook her head, sliding out the door. He followed her, not saying another word. He sipped his coffee smirking at her flustered face.

"Sam?" Her eyes traveled back to him.

"Yeah?" He asked gently.

"Stop being a nerd."

"Emilia?"

"hmm?

"Thanks."

"For what?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she slipped into his car.

"The coffee date,"