OK, I am warning you now, this is a LONG chapter. I hope you all like it. Please review! This is a turning point in the story, but I promise, it's all part of the plan, just keep reading, even if you get mad.

Disclaimer: Despite my best efforts, Kripke won't sell Jared and Jensen, or their Characters to me. Selfish isn't he?

Sam walked Emily out to the Impala after she changed clothes. She wound up taking longer than Dean had, which was a surprise because Dean was a huge primper. He would stare in the mirror, making sure his hair was gelled just so, and make muscles in the mirror. It was funny, as long as you were not running late. Dean was wearing his leather jacket, and jeans, with a blue button down shirt, with a gray tee under it. Emily had put on biker boots, black skinny jeans, and a Rocky Horror Picture Show shirt. She loved the movie, and felt it seemed perfect for a haunted house. Dean chuckled when he saw it. Sam was already in sweats, and a long sleeve thermal shirt. Emily loved the shirt, as it made his muscles appear even larger than normal. She took in the sight of him as she turned to say goodbye. She sparked blue from her lips as she licked them before Sam leaned in for his passionate goodbye kiss. Dean looked away, and then got in the car. She smiled as Sam opened the door for her to get in. "Take care of her." he said leaning in through the open window.

"Dude, I said I would. I took care of you for twenty four years didn't I?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess you did." Sam replied, before giving Emily one last quick kiss. Dean gunned the engine and drove off, making Sam jump back to keep his toes from being ran over.

"Which haunted house should we go to?" Emily asked turning to face Dean.

"Well, the newspaper advertised this one about thirty miles from here, that looked good. Wanna try that one first?" He asked, gripping the steering wheel, trying to get the image of them kissing out of his mind.

"Sounds great." She leaned over to turn on the radio, Dean stopped her hand.

"Uh uh, no music, I wanna know more about you." he said grinning at her disappointed expression.

"Can't we turn in on, and leave it low?" She asked hopefully. Dean just looked at her. "I know, I know, 'Driver picks the music, Shotgun shuts his cakehole'. I guess the driver picks no music tonight." She laughed to herself, and looked down at her folded hands.

"What?"

"Nothing." she said.

"Oh, now I gotta know."

"Well, I have a shirt that says that quote. It has a picture of the Impala on it. I was wearing it the day I blinked over. It's one of the things that made Sam believe I wasn't crazy. I just never thought I would be saying it with the Dean Winchester, its just weird, you know?" She looked up at him. He stared out at the dark road, thinking.

"Maybe? I mean, well, maybe you were chosen, because you liked the show so much, maybe God, I can't believe I'm saying this, maybe God thinks you belong here, with us. I mean, think about it, you were trained almost since infancy to be a soldier, just like us. Maybe God knows that you would protect the gift he gave you, with your life if needed, in order to protect us, and this world you loved even from another dimension." he shrugged his shoulders, knowing he was getting to philosophical.

Shocked at his thoughtfulness, she just sat there for a few minutes. "Wow, Dean." she finally said.

"So, you said you have a brother. You have any other siblings?" He asked.

"Nope, just Jack. He's an artist. Man, Dad was pissed that he had no intention of joining the army, or any other form of service. Mom loved it though, I never was a girly girl, and well, Jack….He is, well, he's gay." She looked at Dean quickly to gauge his reaction. Nothing, no smirk, no snide comment, just a smile and nod to continue. "Anyway, I never fit in with the two of them, they had a special bond, but Dad and I, well that was a different story. We worked out together, and I went to the military academy, and my life was about being the good soldier, from then on out. I loved it though, you know. I felt like I was doing good with the world. I would feel great whenever I helped out someone, or some country. I did mostly teaching, I taught foreign militaries how to fight, strategic combat. I gave them hope for their country, and hopefully saved a few lives in the process. It doesn't get better than that, does it?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Sammy, you know he wants out of this life, right? He wants the house, yard, kids, wife." Dean asked cautiously.

"He wants to rock the white picket fence? Yeah, I kinda got that, I don't know though, what you guys do, its amazing. I want to go on the next job, see what its like, but I don't know that Sam could really quit this. I saw the episode where Zechariah made you drones at that company. Sam busted up the phone, and left to go ghost hunting. I doubt he will really quit."

"Maybe?"

"We moved around a lot, since Dad was stationed just about everywhere. We lived in England in this little sleepy town for a few years, that was fun. We lived in Spain, Italy, Hawaii. I would love to go to Hawaii again. We lived on the island of Kauai, I swear, I would go there in a heart beat to get away. Its wonderful, its lush, with random waterfalls, and tropical birds, and flowers. It's the Garden of Eden. Anyway, I got stationed in St. Louis, and met Rob there. We got engaged, and then I found him in bed with another woman, then he told me that I wasn't soft enough for him. He wasn't the first, but I plan on him being the last. That's why I don't want Sam to know, he thinks of me as soft, and feminine. It's the first time I have ever had a guy look at me like that." She said wistfully.

At just that moment, they pulled up at the haunted house, and there was a mass of cars. They paid for parking, and walked to the end of the line. The line curved around the side of the parking lot, and they could see that it led up to a coral of sort, and people were lined up, shivering in the cold, but you could see the excitement on their faces. Getting into the spirit of things, Emily rubbed her hands together, and bounced from one foot to the other.

"Are you cold?" Dean asked,.

"Just my hands." Dean reached out to grab them, to rub his hands against her, but she pulled away before he could touch them. "I'm good, thanks." she said abruptly. Dean stood there, hurt that she didn't want him to touch her, she could see it on his face. "You don't want those girls over there looking at you, to think your with me do you? I thought that was why you came tonight, to pick up chicks?" She said, thinking that sounded a lot better, than, 'Don't touch me , or I will start to spark blue, and then were will we be. Dean turned around and looked at the girls. They were in their early twenties, all dressed in clothes more appropriate for a night club than a haunted house, and all three were staring at him, trying to decide if Emily was his girlfriend, his sister, or girl-friend. They smiled when they noticed him looking, and he smiled back, more for appearances sake, he wasn't interested in them, at all. Which was a first, that was for sure. They waved when he smiled, and Emily pushed him away from her, telling him to go tap that. He laughed, and reluctantly walked over to them. He stood there talking for about thirty minutes, and when he noticed they were almost to the pay window, he looked up to find Emily. She was still in line, she had her ear buds in, and was listening to music, and playing on her phone. He felt his phone vibrate, and pulled it out, to see that he had a text.

'The redhead, she is the one , if you wanna get laid tonight, she is all but falling at your feet.'

He flipped the phone shut, and blushed. The girls all cooed over his redness, touching his arms, and pressing up against him, asking him what the text said. He looked back at Emily, and noticed she had stopped bobbing her head, and was glaring at the redhead's arm gripping his in a seductive grasp. He noticed a red spark shoot out from her hand, and she fisted her hands to keep more from coming. Wondering what was going on, knowing that red was a bad sign, but not remembering what it meant, was it angry, or scared? Not wanting her to be either, he excused himself from the fawning girls, and walked back over to Emily.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked, whispering in her ear, after taking one of the buds out. He could hear music coming out of the end.

"Nothing,."

Crap, red was angry. He put the ear-bud into his ear, and was greeted by the lyrics

S is for the simplety

E is for the ecstasy,

X is to mark the spot, cause you know that's the one you really want.'

His mouth dropped open, then grinned. Maybe he could get used to her crappy music, he thought. She reached into her pocket, and took out her Ipod, and started swirling her fingers over the little circle, and all of a sudden he heard, techno type music, and then the song "Womanizer". He cocked his head to look at her, she was smiling again, looking everywhere but at him, like she was innocent of the song that was now blasting in his ear.

"Hey, you told me to go chase some tail, I was just following instructions." he said grinning. They neared the pay window, and paid for their tickets, and then stood in the short line to get into the house. There was a alcove rigged up that had animatronic zombies, singing monster mash and other silly Halloween songs. The back ground had severed heads and blood and guts everywhere. It reminded Dean of the sights of Hell, and he felt like he was going to throw up. Emily took out her Iphone, and started snapping pictures, laughing at the heads turning side to side to the music. Breathing deep, and roughly, Dean bent over at the waist to keep from throwing up, passing out, or both.

"You OK Dean?" Emily asked putting away the phone, once she realized something was wrong. He shut his eyes to block out the view, and stood up.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I think my dinner didn't agree with me." He faltered at the lie, but it was the best he could come up with on short notice, because really what was he going to say, that the scene reminds me of the torture I did in Hell. She put her hand on his back, and rubbed.

"You wanna go home?" she asked softly, concern dripping from her voice.

"No way, I just forked over forty bucks, were going in, even if I spew, and become a main attraction." he said, trying to make light of his reaction to something that she thought was neat enough to take pictures of. He rubbed his hand across his face to wipe the sweat off, and noticed a girl standing off to the side selling glow in the dark necklaces.

"Hey, I'll be right back." He ran over to her, and pulled money out of his wallet, and then picked out a pink, purple, and green necklace. He jogged back over to her, and placed the necklace around her neck., touching her neck for a little longer than was necessary, and standing a little to close. Emily was glad that her hands were still in her jacket, as she could feel the tingle of sparks. So not good, she thought. They entered the haunted house, the front was decorated to look like an old run down mansion. The rooms were filled with rats, and spiders, and dark corners. There were teenagers dressed in ugly makeup and chain saws, jumping out at them. Emily hung onto Deans jacket for dear life, and screamed her way through the maze of rooms, hiding her head in his back. They reached the end of the house, and were lead around to the back to a waiting hayride. Smiling and laughing, they hopped in, and Dean smiled one of his rare true smiles, all his troubles forgotten in the wake of her practically crawling on him, to get away from the random workers coming up onto the moving ride. He put his arm around her protectively, telling himself it was all in good, fun, but who was he kidding, he just liked the feel of his brothers girlfriend in his arms. Which proved he didn't deserve her, who would covet their brothers girl.

They exited off the ride, and entered a cemetery, which was done up in vampires, werewolves, and hunters killing them by staking them. Dean and Emily got a good laugh, knowing the real way to kill those creatures. They went through a metal tunnel, and walked right into a scene out of Hell. There were puppets of men ripping apart other men, and humans laying in pieces on tables, and racks. Dean stopped dead, and leaned over and lost his dinner. Emily stopped and looked at him. He was pale white, and shaking. She reached out for his hand, suddenly realizing what this must remind him of. He shuddered and ran. He ran as if the fires of hell were licking his feet, he didn't stop to think, he just ran blindly. He ran into and over people, as they shouted at his rudeness. Emily ran after him, scared that he was going to get hurt in the darkness, and trying to find a way to help him get out of the maze, to ease his memories. Finally she reached him, just as he was coming to the end of the maze, and was tripping out into the parking lot. People stopped and stared at him, and he retched into the bushes again, this time dry heaves, since he had nothing left.

Emily saw him bent over the bushes, and rushed over, reaching out her hand. Dean whipped around to face her, fists raised to strike, forgetting for the moment he wasn't in hell, and the hand was for comfort, not pain. Emily reared back, and tried to step away, and tripped over her boots, and tumbled down the small hill that led into a ravine. Dean saw her startled expression, and paused, realizing what he had just done. He reached for her, but it was to late, and she disappeared, screaming into the darkness.

Dean followed her down, and pulled the small flashlight he always carried with him out of his coat pocket. Screaming her name he looked side to side in the tiny light the flashlight afforded. He found her tangled in a vine, her right foot out awkwardly to the side. "Oh my God, Emily, are you ok? Please tell me your ok. I am so sorry, I am so sorry." He just kept repeating the words, hoping they conveyed his true feelings.

"Dean, its OK" Emily said, reaching up to his face and turning his face so he was forced to look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, I shouldn't have brought you here. I completely forgot, about…well, you know." She wasn't able to bring the word to her lips. "It's Ok, I'm ok. Just help me up, will you?' She reached up and he took her be the arms, and she stood. She let out a whimper, and fell back down, not able to put her weight on her right foot. Dean looked down at her, in pain, because of him.. He cursed, and reached down, and picked he up bridle style, with out the slightest difficulty. Emily reached around and put her arms around his neck, and laid her head on his shoulders.

He just kept murmuring apologies, and I will make it betters in her ear the whole walk back to the Impala. He gently sat her inside, and unlaced her boot. Cringing as she hissed when he took it off, he then removed her sock. An ugly black bruise was already forming on her ankle. "I have to check to see if its broken, ok. It won't feel good, Emily, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault." She softly touched his hand and shook her head.

"It's not your fault, its mine, I should have thought before letting you come here. I know a little about your time in Hell, I saw it. I saw you hanging by hooks, with your flesh ripped apart, and flames licking at your skin. I saw it all, and I know what you did to survive. I know, Dean, this is my fault, not yours." She had tears in her eyes. Dean said nothing, and felt around on her ankle, with enough skill that she knew he knew what he was doing.

"It's not broken, thank God." He said under his breath. He slid her foot into the car, and shut the door. He walked around the car, kicking the gravel and swearing, as he did so. He got in, and started the engine, with out saying a word. They said nothing till they were almost to Bobby's. "You saw me in Hell?" he asked quietly.

"Yes." She whispered.

He pursed his lips, and ground his teeth back and forth, she thought he was going to rip the steering wheel off. "I" he swallowed the lump in his throat. "never wanted you to see that." his voice cracked. "How could they show that? What kind of sick man shows that to people on TV?" He asked, his voice cracking again, and tears welling up in his eyes.

"I think he showed it for people to get an idea of the pain you were in. He showed you screaming and calling for Sam. I think he wanted us to know what you were going through, in the name of your brother."

Dean looked at her, tears streamed down her cheeks. He pulled the Impala over to the side of the road. He just sat there, not looking at her. "I want you to know something. What I went through in the pit, for Sam. It's nothing compared to what I am going through right now, for him, for you." He never looked at her, he just kept staring at the road.

"Dean?"

He turned to look at her, slowly. Her eyes said it all. She reached up to him, and touched his face, finally allowing him to see the sparks that she had been hiding for days. The warmth that came from them, sent his pain to the back reassesses of his mind, and he shut his eyes, as peace stole over him. He gasped as he felt her soft lips on his, hesitantly. He roughly tugged her to him, and showed her with his mouth and hands how much he wanted her. After a few arduous minutes, he pulled away.

"I can't, I can't Emily. Sam likes you, probably even loves you. I can't, I won't do that to him. I won't." He turned back towards the wheel, and put the car into gear, and drove back home. Dreading having to tell Sam, that he evidently couldn't take care of Emily after all. He pulled into the driveway, honking as he did so. Sam came bounding out, before the car was even in park.

"It took you guys long enough!" he called, but stopped short at Deans expression as he got out of the car. "What happened!" Sam called, running toward the passenger door, and hauling it open roughly.

"Oh, I fell, I got scared, and tripped over my own two feet., and sprained my ankle. Dean checked me out, its not broken, but I'll need help into the house." Emily said, spitting out a story, before Dean had to explain what really happened. Sam stood up, and glared at Dean over the hood of the car.

"What the Hell Dean? I leave her in your care for a couple hours, and she comes back hurt. I specifically told you to watch out for her!" He was yelling now, and Bobby came to the door. Sam scooped Emily up, and took her inside. He sat her on a chair in the kitchen, and motioned Dean into the living room. Dean went willingly into the slaughter, and followed him, a few steps behind.

"I can't believe you did this! What happened, were you hitting on some girl and quit paying attention? You need to get a grip man, she needs protecting, or did you forget what Castiel said? Were you thinking so much with your little brain that you forgot to think with your larger one?"

"I'm sorry, Sam. It's all my fault, I take full responsibility for it." Dean said quietly. Emily got up, and limped into the kitchen, her foot already feeling a little better.

"Sam, its not his fault. He was right there, no one could have prevented it, it just happened so fast, its not a big deal, I'll be fine." she said, trying to ease some of Sam's worry, and Deans guilt.

"I don't care Em, it's time Dean took responsibility." Sam was yelling again. Dean had finally had enough. "I take responsibility! How about you! You have been with her for over two months, and she still hasn't gotten a protection tattoo, you still haven't taught her the basics, a simple exorcism, or anything useful to help protect her. You figure you will always be there to help her out, and protect her. What are you gonna do little brother, use your demon power to protect her? She need to know how to handle herself in this fucked up world!" He shoved Sam in the chest, and Sam reared back his right hand and punched him in the face. Emily hobbled over to the two men, and tried to stop the fight, Bobby sat there dumfounded at the whole display.

Emily got caught up in the struggle and somehow got smacked in the face, but couldn't figure out who did it. She put her hand to her face, and the pain in her foot was now forgotten, she raced out of the room, and into the kitchen. This started the two men into another brawling and screaming match, which abruptly ended when they heard the squeal of tires peal out of the driveway. They looked up, like startled deer in the headlights of an oncoming car, and pulled away from each other. They stood up, and looked at Bobby.

"Go get her, you idjits!" He said, looking at them like they had lost their minds. They looked at each other and ran towards the door, their fight forgotten in the heat of the moment, their only thought was about getting Emily back, safe and sound. They raced out to the Impala, and noticed Emily's red mustang that had been parked off to the side was gone. Dean fumbled for the keys, got them out of his pocket, and then dropped them in his haste,.

"Come on, Dean!" Sam yelled, as Dean finally found them on the dark ground, and slammed himself into the passengers seat. Dean threw himself into the drivers, and started the engine, and pealed out of the driveway, like the devil was after him.

Emily was crying and holding her face with one hand and driving with the other. She couldn't believe they were acting like such jerks, over a stupid sprained ankle, that didn't even hardly hurt anymore. She wanted, no needed music, and she reached blindly into the passengers seat for her ipod that she had thrown down when she started her car. She was racing down the dark winding, and unfamiliar road, and kept taking quick glances towards the passengers seat to see if she could see the ipod. Finally getting the small device in her hand and sighing a sigh of relief, at finally being able to get some music on to calm her thoughts she looked back at the road. She screamed as she saw a man in the light of her headlights, standing in the middle of the road, with his hand out to stop her. She lost control of her car, and the little red car slid off the road, and straight into a tree. The car almost instantaneously caught on fire. The impala which had been close behind saw the car slide off the road, and came to a quick stop. Both the boys jumped out of the car, Dean barely remembering to put the car in park, just as the car burst into a large ball of fire. Emily was no where to be see along the side of the road. Screaming her name, the boys ran towards the fiery blaze. The heat was horrendous, Sam had never felt anything so hot in his life. Sam looked at Dean. Dean's face was contorted, in fury, and pain. Then, his face smoothed out into determination, and Dean started walking straight toward the fire, unperturbed at the heat, he had felt that heat before, he had felt it for over thirty years.

Sam realized that Dean was planning on walking straight into the massive fire, to try to get to Emily. Sam ran and tackled Dean, Dean pushed and kicked at him. "I can get her Sam, I can get her!"

"No, Dean, you can't. There's no way she survived that blast. There is just no way." Sam said, his voice cracking at the pain that statement caused him. Dean looked at him, his eyes filled with matching pain, and screamed. Sam sat on the side of the road, holding his brother as he screamed Emily's name over and over.