WOW, I hope people just didn't have time to read, cause I only got ONE review! So now I'm nervous, that you all don't trust me! I will post this chapter, and this one will be long too, but if I don't get feedback, don't know if I will continue, as I don't want to keep writing if you all don't like it!

Disclaimer: So Supernatural is a rerun tonight, and I was so planning my night around a new episode, so now I am mad, and am glad I don't own them. Even I know that's a lie.

"Bobby!" Castiel called from the living room. Bobby wheeled himself in and found Cas standing in the middle of the room, holding an unconscious Emily. He head was lolled back, and her arms and legs lay off to the side.

"Good God, what happened!" Bobby yelled and he wheeled over to her. Cas had laid her on the couch by then, and she groaned. She had a gash on the side of her head, and bruises on her arms, but otherwise seemed ok.

"She was driving away, and there are demons across town looking for her, we have put spells, and watchers around, but they were close, so I stood in the middle of the road to stop her car, I guess she didn't see me, and when she finally did, she swerved to miss me and hit a tree. The car hit the tree and burst into flames, but by that time I had her with me and was already flying to get here. Where is Sam and Dean?"

Bobby looked around for a minute, before he realized the boys were not back yet. "Didn't you tell them to come back here, I know your fast, but how far behind could they be?" He asked.

"I didn't see them, I just saw Emily, and as the car burst I left to bring her here. Why would they be there?"

"Oh My God! Cas, they went after her, they are going to think that she is in the car. You have to tel….." Cas was already gone,

Dean and Sam were still sitting by the road, watching the flames slowly die down. They could hear sirens in the background. They were just getting up when Cas appeared in from of them. They looked sorrowfully at Cas, both opening their mouth at the same time, but no sound came out. They had no idea how to tell Cas that Emily was dead, and she had died running from them, because they had hurt her, while fighting over her. Cas put a hand on each man, "She's fine. I grabbed her before the car caught fire. She's at Bobby's right now." They stared at Cas, stunned, and then looked at each other. They grinned, and both ran for the Impala. Slamming their bodies into it, they drove off at breakneck speed to the house.

Running inside, calling Emily's name, they stopped up short, at the sight of her passed out on the couch, Bobby attending to the cut on the side of her face. Bobby glared at them as they entered. "See what you two morons did. Are you satisfied?" They looked down at their feet, mirror images of shame.

"Is she ok?" Sam asked walking over to her, and kneeling down by the couch. He rubbed the bruise that had formed on her cheek, and she gasped in pain. "It's ok, I'm here, Em. I'm right here. I am so sorry, I don't know what to say, I'm an idiot."

Emily took a deep breath and opened one eye. She saw Sam's face looming over her, and shut her eye again. Sighing, she opened both eyes, and squinted against the pain in her head. "Where is Cas?" she asked, through gritted teeth. She had red sparks coming off the wounds, and her shoulders. Trying to calm her down, Sam looked around for Cas trying to give her anything she wanted. Cas appeared out of nowhere and came to stand by the couch, looking down at her. "You…owe….me….a…car!" She said, spitting red sparks at him.

"I'm sorry, I had to stop you." Cas said calmly.

"What's going on here?" Sam asked. "Cas jumped into the middle of the road, and put his hand out, I didn't see him until the last minute, and then the next thing I know, boom." She gripped her Ipod in her hand, tight. "At least my baby is ok." She said waving it around in the air. "This is way more important than the car, I can replace the car, I would never be able to remember what songs were on here." She smiled at that, and all four men let out a sigh of relief. She was going to be fine.

Bobby told Emily that she was going to have to stay on the couch and take it easy, as she might have a concussion, and that she couldn't sleep for at least twelve hours. It was late, and Sam and Dean had already come down from the high off the fight, and accident. They decided they would stay up with her together for a couple hours, and then take turns keeping her awake.

"So, what you guys wanna do?" Emily asked.

They shrugged. "Well, then, as it seems only fair, since I am the one hurt, and its your fault, I get to pick, and there for….drum roll please…..I pick, I get to tell you about FanFiction!" They stared at her, confused.

"What the hell is FanFiction?" Dean asked.

"Ahhh, you remember when you found out about Chucks books, and you found that website, with the stories? " They nodded. "Well where I am from, there is a whole site dedicated to stuff like that, and you boys are by far and away the most popular. The last I looked there were almost 29,000 entries."

"Damn, I am hot!" Dean said smiling to break the tension. He knew that this was not going to end well, he remembered reading some weird crap on the website about the books, and they were not near as popular as a TV series. "So, were there mostly Dean fans?"

"About a third, the other third were Team Sam, and then there was slash." She smiled evilly at them. She remembered how grossed out they were about that particular subject., and she was going to make them listen to everything she had read about. Cas, you sit too, you so don't get out that easy. So, where do I start?" She tapped her finger to her chin, her bruised chin, which then hurt. She grimaced, and then her eyes lit up. "I've got it! In the one of the few season five episodes I got to see, there was a girl, I forget her name, anyway, she loved Sam. She was writing slash, let me see, what was it she wrote….oh, yeah….'This is wrong Sam, Dean said, Sam touched Dean's collarbone, and said in a husky voice…If this is wrong I don't want to be right." She looked up to see their expressions, and laughed with glee at the horror on their faces. Well Sam and Dean, Cas just looked confused.

'More? Yeah, this is a great topic of conversation, let see there are several other kinds of slash, too. Dean and John, Sam and John, Dean and Cas. All very detailed, and very very" she leaned in at that moment and grinned at their sickened expressions. "erotic." She leaned back onto the couch, and waited.

"Erotic?" Sam asked. "How would you know? You didn't actually read any of that crap, did you?" They saw her expression, and their eyes fell to the floor.

"I did read it, and it was pretty steamy, I know there were several where Dean was pregnant, sometimes by Sam, others by Cas. Those were interesting. There was one that involved oil, and lotion. My personal favorite was the bondage fluff. That was very interesting. You wanna know the best part, after I read them, I could sort of see what they were talking about when I watched the show. It almost, but not quite made me wanna throw up, and quit watching the show."

"Please tell me that you didn't keep reading that, that stuff." Sam asked, begging her with his puppy dog eyes to stop this torture, but knew he had no choice to wait it out, she had almost died, because of all three of them.

Emily smiled again, "No, I only read a couple, most of what I remember was the descriptions. But it still makes you wanna behave doesn't it. Act like that again, and I swear, I will write my own, and read them to all three of you, out loud, for a bed time story every night. Got it!" She said, sternly, deciding that they had had enough punishment for now. They all nodded, recalcitrant.

"So, can we watch a movie or something? I am so going to be bored for the next twelve hours." She asked.

They all jumped up, glad that their punishment was over. She heard Cas ask Dean what slash was, and saw Dean gag a little as he explained in as little detail as possible. The poor angel looked like he wanted to tear the image out of his beautiful head. She just smiled, serves them right, she thought.

Sam and Dean had a tactic agreement that they were not going to discuss Deans reaction to Emily's death. Sam chose to ignore the implications, and Dean knew he wouldn't hurt his brother with his feeling, so nothing needed to be said. The small group sat and watched an eighties fest with, Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, and Ferris Buellers Day off. Emily thought Cas got a whole new insight into teen angst. Cas was riveted, and he barely blinked from the screen. By the time Ferris was over, Dean and Sam had both nodded off, Sam on the couch with Em's feet in his lap, and Dean in a lazy boy, with his feet hanging to the side. Emily noticed that Sam's socks had a hole in them, and decided the next time she went shopping she was going to buy him some clothes. What else was she going to do with her forty grand.

Cas looked at Emily, "That was very enlightening." he said seriously.

"Have you ever even watched TV Cas?" Emily asked.

"No, they don't have TV in heaven."

'Then I ain't going, let me tell you." she said chuckling.

Cas looked her straight in the eye, "Oh, yes, you are going to heaven." he touched her hands and felt the power that radiated off her.

"Cas, why do you think he chose me? I'm nothing special."

"Ah, but you are. You were chosen to teach Dean to love, and to teach Sam unselfishness. And when they learn those lessons, they will both get what their heart truly desires, and you will get all the answers you seek. Now, tell me about this Ferris, and why did he not want to go to this institution for higher education." Emily laughed softly, knowing she had gotten all the information she was going to get from Cas.

The next afternoon Emily woke up feeling better than she had in several days. She could hear Sam whistling in the next room, and clicking on his keyboard. She gingerly got up, and tested her ankle on the hard floor. It was still tender, but she was able to walk. She went into the den, if that's what you wanna call it. She leaned over and kissed Sam on the cheek. He looked up at her and grinned, " How are you feeling." He asked, pushing her short hair aside to see the gash.

"I have been better, but I feel mentally good, I think I needed the eighties to get me out of my slump. What cha doing?" She asked looking at the computer. Sam slammed the top down, and put his hands on top so she couldn't see.

"It's a surprise. I am taking you out tonight, in about an hour actually, so you better go get dressed, and wear something nice." She looked at him in shock.

"Were going out?" She asked, surprised, because he never wanted to go anywhere, really. He always wanted to keep her at home, where he thought she was safest.

"Dean was right, I was hiding you away, afraid something would hurt you, but that stops now. We are going out tonight, to celebrate, and then tomorrow, you get a new tattoo, and I am going to start teaching you how to do an exorcism, and how to make holy water. After that, we will see. Now go, take a shower, and get dressed" he said, giving her a thump on her butt.

She grinned and went up stairs to the main bathroom. She took a couple aspirin, and hopped into the shower. By the time she was out, her ankle was almost pain free. She put on makeup, with extra care to cover her bruises and the cut. She flat ironed her hair, and went into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel. She shut the bedroom door, and took the towel off. Just at the moment, Dean opened the door, "Hey Sam, do you have any…" He stopped short, at the image of Emily standing there with a towel dropping from her hand, completely naked, and glistening from the shower. He turned around and slammed the door, then leaned against it, and closed his eyes. He could do this, he told himself. He had to, because Sam told him what he planned for that night, and if all went well for Sam, Emily would be in Dean's life for a long, long time.

Emily stared at the door, and swallowed hard. She closed her eyes, and then opened them a second later, with resolve. She walked over to her black bag that she kept misc. things in. She pulled out the white shirt she had hidden from Sam. It said Team Dean on it. She looked at it, and then muttered to herself, "That's enough, Emily, your done. Its done, over. She wadded it up , and shoved in deep into her bag. She went to the closet, and pulled out her nicest dress. It was a tight black dress, with a royal blue halter top. It was short, and the halter went low between her breast. She slipped it on, and slipped her feet into black high heels, with straps that went up her ankle a little. The shoes made her ankle throb, but she didn't care. Sam was taking her out tonight.

She gave herself one last look in the mirror, and nodded her approval. She opened the door, and turned to go down the steps. Sam was at the bottom of the steps, in a suit and tie, with a dozen red roses in his hand. His eyes glowed when he saw her. He gasped a little, and smiled, reaching out his hand as she neared the bottom of the steps. She looked up into his eyes, and melted. He saw her shoes, and tsk'd at her choice of foot apparel. "You look amazing, but you really shouldn't wear those shoes." She put her finger to his lips, and blue sparks tingled them.

"I will wear these if I want too, there for you." She took the roses and set them on a side table, and stood on her tippy toes to reach his lips, "You look so handsome, I can't believe I ever thought you should cut your hair." She said, as she tucked a lock behind his ear. He chuckled at that, and took her hand. He led her outside to a waiting limo.

Emily looked at him, confused. "How do you think we were going to get to the restaurant, walk?" he asked teasingly. She had never been inside a limo, and the chauffer opened the door, gazing appreciative at her. Sam towered over him, intimidating him to show him who she belonged to. After tonight he thought, no one will have to guess who she belongs to, he thought to himself. Neither one noticed Dean leaning against the Impala in the dark, watching the limo take them away.

They reached the restaurant, it was one of the nicest in town, and Sam checked in with the hostess. She immediately smiled and had them follow her to a private alcove, with a two person table. There were candles and flowers on the table, along with a bottle of champagne cooling in the bucket. Emily looked at Sam, shocked he had gone to all this trouble for her. He wouldn't even play guitar hero with her. Sam pulled out her chair, and she sat. They looked over the menu, and when the waiter came Sam ordered for them both. The waiter poured them some champagne, and Emily waited till he left before asking Sam, "What is this all about? Sam, what are we celebrating?" Sam looked around, nervously.

Taking a huge breath, he got up, and kneeled down in front of her, "This" he said, as he opened a box. Inside was a simple gold band, with diamonds going around the entire circle. It was stunning in its simplicity, and it was perfect. "Emily Mueller, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" She stared at Sam in shock. He hadn't even said I love you yet, but was in front of her proposing?

"Sam" Emily said softly. "It's beautiful, I can't believe it." She held her hands up to her face, tears in her eyes. She knew she was going to have to tell him about her past, but she was afraid. "Sam I have to tell you something before I give you my answer. I was, " she paused for a deep breath, "I was a army ranger before I came here. I am not a weak little girl. I love that you think of me that way, but Sam, I could beat the crap out of you if I wanted." She sat there and stared at him, scared of what his reaction would be.

He thought for a few seconds, and then looked at her. "So you're a freak like me?" he said smiling. "Emily, I don't' care, that just makes me feel better, I don't have to worry as much about you, if I know you can handle yourself in a crisis. That accident made me realize that I love you, and if I don't snatch you up now, I might lose you." he said. "Please, sweetheart, Marry me, and put me out of my misery." Emily smiled and let out the breath she hadn't even known she was holding.

"Yes, Sam Winchester, I will marry you!" She leaned over and kissed him, pushing from her mind that she had just kissed Dean the night before.