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Short chapter today (sorrrrrry) but it's just a lil heart-warming character development chapter between Dean and Emma. I hope you like it and please follow or favourite if you did and reviews are always welcome!

Another week had passed and, with the training and feeling less homesick, it felt like it had gone much quicker. She was still living at Bobby's with Sam and Dean, although they were only there half the time. She wondered how much longer she would be there, a month- less, more? She didn't even bother to guess; her life was definitely unpredictable right now. But even though having thought that, it was a pretty simple lifestyle, apart from the guns and the supernatural, she knew what her routine was at least.

She had just finished a session at the shooting range with Dean, who had taken her there three times already. She studied the image of a man, that was the target on a massive piece of paper. She had got five in the head, seven in the heart and the other marks from the bullets scattered around the rest of the body.

"Not too shabby." Dean grinned, studying the target.

"Thanks." She beamed back.

They left the building and walked back to the car, it was coming up to around eleven. The streets were empty and dark, only the little light from the street lamps guiding the way.

"So, have you heard from Castiel?" Emma asked curiously, the angel's name still feeling foreign on her lips.

"Cas? No." Dean said gruffly. "He always likes to keep us waiting till the very last second and then pop his little angel ass over here and make up an excuse about serving heaven or some shit. Knowing him, he'll show up right before the trouble."

"Great." Emma said sarcastically.

"Yep, sorry but that's Cas for you."

"So, how did you even get around to meeting an angel? I mean, you can't have just bumped into him."

"Me and Cas, well let's just say we're 'hella' good friends." He said in mock cheerfulness.

"Did he save you like he saved me?"

"The little bastard saved me alright." He said blankly, he looked at Emma, who had a confused expression upon her face. "Oh, screw it, you're gonna find out sometime."

They reached the car and they both got in the front, Dean started driving, the headlights lighting up the long, winding, pitch black road.

"Sammy got hurt a couple years back, really hurt. He died."

"H-He died?" Emma asked in astonished confusion, knowing that Sam was very much alive. How could he have died and then come back to life?

"Yeah and I couldn't stand my baby brother not being on this earth anymore so I made a deal with a crossroad's demon."

"A crossroad's demon," Emma said, frowning, she recognized that term, she searched her minds until she remembered reading about it in a book somewhere. "You sold your soul?" she asked in shock. "You're going to hell?"

"I've been." He said darkly.

"What?" she asked in shock, feeling slightly terrified. She'd been brought up as a Roman Catholic, meaning she'd been constantly reminded not to sin otherwise she'd go to a place of eternal misery and suffering.

"I was there for four months before Cas got me out of there."

"Oh my God, you've been to hell?" she asked, it not being able to be processed through her mind properly.

"Yeah, I suppose it was a nice vacation spot."

"Dean," She said sadly, she knew the man was hiding his true feelings, how could someone possibly go to hell and still be happy afterwards? "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I'm not going into a whole sissy emotional talk." Dean said firmly.

"I'm sorry, I know it must be hard to talk about." She apologized quickly.

"It's fine seriously. It's just the pain I felt there, it can never be put into words. You start to realize that you'll never have hope again because how can there be hope in hell? There are moments you realize that you'll be here forever and ever and the misery will never go away. You experience torture you could not have ever imagined and you can never get used to it. But at the end of each day I would just say to myself 'at least Sammy's alright, at least he's alive' and then for at least a second, I would find the tiny amount of happiness still inside of me and everything would be okay."

Emma looked down sadly, feeling tears creep to her eyes, she knew that Dean had been broken by hell, even the strongest of people had a weakness, and his was Sam. The pure love he had for his brother was the one she had always dreamt of receiving from her parents. The place Dean had described was more real than any pep talks she had been given from naïve nuns, what he had experienced was true and it scared her.