What do you mean, it had a very different outcome?" Emma asked, confused.

"Yeah, what does that mean?" That universe's Dean said, but from the tone of his voice, it looked like he already had an idea what it meant.

"She...she was gonna kill him," Sam said, briefly gesturing to his Dean to signify who he was talking about, "She had a knife, some sort of dagger, and her eyes...they weren't human. I had to do it."

"Do what?" Emma asked, though a picture was forming in her mind now of what he meant.

"I had to kill you," Sam said at last, barely able to get it out.

Even thought she had been expecting it, Emma looked shocked, hurt even, as if Sam had tried to kill her as well. Her father, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to reach into the backseat and strangle him.

"What the Hell man?!" He shouted, "Killing your own niece?!"

"She was gonna kill me!" Dean interjected before things could go any further, "She was kill me, alright? Apparently as part of their-initiation or whatever, they have to kill their fathers, so she shows up at with this sob story about wanting out, I don't really believe it so I make an excuse to get a gun, and when I turn around she's got a freakin' danger in her hand. I actually tried to talk her down, and was getting nowhere by the way, when Sam busted in and shoots her in the heart before she could kill me. Any more questions?"

"Actually, yes," The other universe's Dean said, still enraged, "You were totally okay with this? Letting your own daughter die?!"

"Actually, Dad," Emma spoke up, suddenly nervous, "I think you're being a little harsh on them. I mean...I never told you this, but..."

Dean rolled his eyes to the roof. "I know you brought the dagger they're talking about that night, Emma. Sam found it in the bushes before we left."

"Okay, now I'm confused," Sam spoke up, "So you did come there to kill him that night?"

Emma nodded.

"But then you didn't, and they didn't do anything we when they found out you had originally planned on it?" Sam asked.

"Apparently," Emma said, nodding.

"Well, then..."Sam huffed, "What the Hell happened in-between?"

"I changed my mind," Was Emma's response.

Seattle Washington, 2012

Dean was staring out the window. He couldn't believe this was happening. This young woman was a monster, trained from a young age to kill, and that young age was only a few days ago. But she was also his daughter. And maybe that was why, while most of him didn't, a part of him wanted to believe her. Damn parental instincts.

He walked over to her. "You look exhausted."

"And starving." Emma replied, "It's been a tough sweet 16. So you believe me?"

Dean crossed his arms and nodded, though honestly, he wasn't completely sure in the slightest, but if he played along, he'd find the truth.

"You'll help me?" Emma pleaded.

"If you really want help," Dean said, stone-faced.

"I do," Emma said.

Dean continued to stare her down. "Well, now, what happens when they find you're missing?"

"They may have already found out," Emma said, "And they'll hunt me down."

Dean nodded again, then walked over to the fridge.

"Look," Emma continued, clutching the dagger inside her jacket sleeve, "I know this is gonna be hard, but if I I'm gonna get out, I have to do it now."

Dean opened the fridge. "We got cheese and a leftover burrito."

Emma stood up, saying, "Doesn't make a difference." She was about to ready her dagger, when for some reason...she stopped. She didn't know why but she did.

That was just enough time for Dean to turn around with a gun in one hand and a rather surprised look on his face.

Emma looked equally surprised. She wasn't expecting him not to fall for it. She also didn't expect herself to hesitate. Now there was a gun trained on her. So she decided the best thing to do was to keep up the act for now. "So much for you believing me," She said, sounding equal parts scared and hurt, even managing to well up some tears in her eyes.

Dean lowered his gun slightly. "I know how this looks," Dean said, seeing as it was looking more like she was on the level, "We knew someone coming to kill me. I was expecting your mother, but you showed up, I figured the same thing was happening. I'd figured you'd try to catch me up...catch me off guard."

"So that's what you really think of me?" Emma wined, the tears starting to fall down her face.

Dean felt a tug in his chest. This girl was starting to get to him. He pulled a gun on her and she was crying. This was not how this usually worked. "Look," Dean said, "I'm sorry. I should've...I dunno, waited a little longer, at least until you tried something. Just...please stop crying."

Emma wiped her eyes , but fresh tears poured down. Man, even she didn't know she was this good. But, then again, she didn't know a lot about herself, she had been telling the truth about that.

Dean was at a complete lost for what to do. This was unbelievably uncomfortable, but more than that, he found he wanted to ease her pain. "Okay," Dean said in steady voice, "What I'm gonna do is put the gun down," He slowly lowered the gun, sitting it on the fridge, "And we're just...start over. How 'bout that, hun? Would you like that?"

Emma nodded, a final small sob leaving her lips.

Dean walked over and awkwardly, but gently, wrapped his arms around her. "It's alright," Dean said," It's all gonna be alright."

Just then the door slowly opened and Sam appeared looking rather confused at the scene before him. "Ah, Dean," He said, alerting the pair to his presence, "What's going on?"

Dean and Emma pulled away from each other, each turning to look at the newcomer. "Sam!" Dean said hastily, "This is uh-Emma. She's ah-she's my daughter I guess."

Sam looked at the both of them like the just grew another head. "Your daughter?"

"Yeah, you know- the one Lydia had," Dean elaborated.

Sam's eyes turned into saucers in alarm.

Dean took no heed, turning back to the young Amazon, "Emma this is my Sam, my brother-," suddenly it occurred to him that, "Well, I guess that makes him your uncle."

Emma smiled a little. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah," Sam in tensely, "You, too. Ah, Dean, can I talk to you outside for a second?"

"Yeah, sure," Dean said stepping out the door with his brother.

Sam shut the door then stared at Dean for a second before exclaiming, "What the Hell?!"

"I don't know," Dean replied quickly, "She just shows up at the door and I didn't know what to think but-I did prepare for the worst. I got a gun but she was just standing there not trying to attack me and then-"

"And then what?" Sam asked.

"And then she started crying!" Dean exclaimed.

Sam gave him the two head look again. "Seriously?"

"Seriously!" Dean responded, "I didn't know what to do, I just wanted her to stop, and yeah, I did feel kind of bad, so I started trying to call her down and next thing I know, I'm hugging her, and that was about when you showed up."

"Yeah, I got that," Sam said, slightly deadpanned, "So what, now you think she's telling the truth just because she cried?"

"I don't know Sam!" Dean shouted, then calmed down again, "Look, clearly we need a new plan."

"Gee, you think?" Sam quipped.

If looks could kill the one Dean shot Sam would've struck him dead instantly.

"Sorry," Sam said, " She probably knows something's up by now so let's just-get back in there and try to figure this out before anyone else gets killed."

"Okay." Dean said, turning back to enter room.

Emma, who had moved to the window, turned around when she heard them entering. "So?" She asked, "Have you figured what you're gonna do yet?"

"Honestly," Sam said, "No. Look, it's not like we're jumping at the opportunity to kill a teenage girl, the opposite's true, actually, but-we have no reason to trust you."

Emma swallow. While they were out she had thrown the dagger out the window. She knew they might search her and she had no clue what would happen if they found it. Suddenly she got an idea."What if I gave you a reason to?"

Both men perked up in curiosity. "We're listening." Dean said.

"I know where they're at," Emma said, "The other Amazons. Or at least the ones where they keeping us."

Their eyes lit up.

"Yeah," Sam said, "That would definitely be a step in the right direction."

Emma directed them to a nondescript building on the other side of town. "It's here." Emma said, visibly nervous. She had no idea what she was doing any more. Her plan was to let the others take care of Sam while he finished off Dean, and hoped no one figured out her blunder but now...she wasn't sure if she wanted to kill him anymore. Maybe she had meant what she said back there after all.

As the guys got out of the car Emma made to get out of the back, when Dean stuck his upper half back in and said, "No. Stay here until we get back."

"But I'm the only who knows the building," Emma protested.

"Which is why we had you draw that map," Dean replied, "You said it yourself, you weren't even alive five days ago, and we're not going to take a child into a house of trained killers."

"Even if that child was trained by them?!" Emma shot back.

"Especially if that child was trained by them," Dean replied, before pulling back out and shutting the door. Then locking all the doors.

The brothers walked up to the front doors and kicked them opened only to be greeted by two woman armed with large daggers, ready to attack. Fortunately so were they, and shot them both right in the heart.

They made their way down the hall, alert, ready for any attack. They heard the sound of little feet rushing in one of the chambers. They ran towards the sound as fast as they could.

They found they gaggle of young girls being lead ushered out by a woman with apricot- colored hair. Within second their view was blocked by a row of five women all armed with daggers. They could even get a shot off before they each on the grown, guns thrown halfway across the room, daggers to their throats.

Sam made to grab for the knife, but another woman grabbed his arm. One of her comrades did the same when Dean tired a similar move. In an almost synchronized motion, they raised their daggers for the kill then suddenly there was the loud, familiar bang of a gun, and the one over Dean fell on top of him, dead. Everyone back away, looking at something neither of the brothers could see from their spot on the ground, inadvertently feeing Sam, who shot up quickly, and turned in the direction the Amazons were looking and realized what was so shocking.

Emma was standing there holding the literal smoking gun.

Dean threw the body off himself and saw this as well. "How the Hell did you get out of the car?!"

"You might have a broken window," Emma replied.

It was then Dean noticed several cuts and scrapes all over her, little bits of broken glass in some of them.

"And the gun?" Dean asked.

"Your trunk might or might not also have sustained some damage," Emma answered reluctantly.

"That better be more on the might not end of the spectrum," Dean growled.

"You little traitor," The one who was going to stab Dean seethed, her stony grey eye filled with rage, the skin around them turning red.

Suddenly a shot rang out hitting the Amazon in then back, then another into her heart.

Sam had got his gun back.

Dean picked up the dagger the woman dropped when she fell.

What happened next was a chaos of blades slashing and hitting each other and guns going off until finally there were two humans and two Amazons and one of them Emma.

"You chose these two over us?!" One of the two remaining ones, an usually tall woman with short white-blond hair screamed, "Your people?! Your family?!"

Emma's heart sunk as what she was really doing sunk him. She was throwing her whole life away-albeit a very short life-for two people she didn't even know. People who still might kill her, or at the very least would never fully understand her. Suddenly she felt she had made a big mistake.

Before Emma had time to react the woman was charging her, knife raised when suddenly a gun went off, pricing through the Amazon's front and she fell where she stood, revealing Dean behind her, his reclaimed gun smoking.
Suddenly Emma knew she made the right decision.

Kearney Missouri

2012

"So," Emma said, "Does that explain everything?" Emma asked.

"Yeah," Dean said, "It actually does."

That being cleared up, she turned to that universe's Dean. "Why didn't you say anything about the knife?"

"We thought about it," Dean said, "Sam wanted to, at first but-after everything that happened, it was pretty clear you one our side, and..."

"And what?" Emma asked.

"You were the first good thing to happen to either of us in...well, a while," Dean finally finished, "I didn't really want to examine it too closely."

Before anyone else could say anything there was a knocking on the Impala's window. "Dean?!" Sam's voice called out, accompanied with more tapping on the class, "Emma?"

They all turned toward the noise, and sure enough, it was that universe's Sam, accompanied by what could only be the universe's Garth. "What the Hell is going on in there?!" Sam continued, "And what the Hell are they?!"

"Us from another universe," Dean said, getting out of the car.

And with that everyone exchanged information. After Sam and Dean did their whole speech again, Garth and that universe's Sam explained how they had found out about the coin and when neither Dean or Emma answered their phones, rushed over to warn them.

"So, did you get the coin?" That universe's Sam asked.

"No," That universe's Dean said, "I didn't even know about the coin and I was distracted by these two." He gestured to Sam and Dean.

With that realization, everyone ran back into the hospital.

"Where is it?!" That universe's Sam exclaimed, "Did anyone see where if fell?!"

"No, I was too focused on the guy who had me against the desk!" That universe's Dean snapped.

Just then, Emma spotted the penny by the unconscious man's body. Before she could think about it, she picked it up and instantly and uncontrollable rage rushed through her. They had killed her. They had killed her and just moved one with their lives, like she was nothing. It didn't even matter that they weren't her Dad and Uncle Sam, she still was furious, so furious...her hands gripped around the gun in her jacket.

"Emma?" Sam asked, approaching her from behind, "You okay?"

"Like you care," She said, turning around and pointing the gun right at Sam.