Hey guys,

Here's a new chapter in honour of the new series of Supernatural! Loving the fact that it's now officially Friday 13th as well, although I seem to be lucky as I get the day off school!

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Extra note: the last chapter was pretty dramatic as Sam and Dean were fighting next door and it had gotten to the point where Emma had to leave the motel. This chapter will continue from Sam and Dean's perspective.

"You want me to hit you…fine I'll hit you." Sam said before grabbing a glass and aiming it at his brother. This was the maddest he'd felt in months; his anger was taking over him like alcohol took over a sober man. He messed up once and missed his aim at the ghost, making it throw all three of them against the wall, luckily Emma was still holding on to an iron bar and threw it at the bastard, allow the three hunters able to regain their control and kill the ghost. He made one mistake and his brother thought he could take advantage of the whole fucking thing.

He threw the glass at his brother and it missed him by inches. The slamming of their motel door distracted them from Sam's failures.

"Em?" Dean asked, turning around.

"Shit Dean, she probably got freaked out when we started attacking each other!" Sam said in panic.

"Yeah you're probably right." His brother said softly.

"I'll go try and find her; you stay here in case she comes back." Sam said before running out of the room to search for the redhead.

He ran into the cold air, he grabbed his flashlight out of his jacket pocket and flicked it on. In the distance, the yellow light found a body about twenty metres running into the woods. He chased her, wanting to apologize if he and Dean had scared her in anyway.

He found her a few minutes later as he reached the edge of the river as he saw the outline of her body, her face was in her hands and she was on her knees by the lake.

He slowly walked up to her before placing his hand on her shoulder, she flinched away from him. He put the torch back in his pocket, seeing as the moon bouncing of the river gave off enough light. Her eyes were puffy and red with the black makeup smudged around them again.

"I can't take it." She whispered.

"Take what?"

"The fighting." She said, standing up. "I hate it, it reminded me of old times and the way things used- used to be" She put her hands on her head and paced up and down the river line. Sam quickly went up and stopped her but her hands remained on her head. "I can never escape it, I tried to forget…it's been three years, but I can't- I can't!"

"Emma please." He whispered. He had never seen the young girl like this before and quite frankly, it scared him.

"Don't, please don't try to understand what's going on." She said angrily, as she began pacing again. "Because it's-it's fucking messed up. It's like I'm screaming constantly and no one can hear me because no one's fucking listening." She cried before collapsing to her knees.

"Emma!" Sam said kneeling down to join her. "It's okay, I'm listening. Tell me, please, I can see that's it's killing you and I want to help."

Emma put her head in her hands before letting out a sob and getting back up. "You can't help me I'm broken. I've been trying so hard to pretend like I'm fine but I'm not…I'm never fine and I'm sick of acting like it."

"You don't have to Emma…just please tell me what's going on."

"F-Fine." She screamed. "Leukaemia, that's what."

"W-What do you-"

"One day you're fine, living your childhood and then next day everything's fucking ruined. She was sixteen, it wasn't fucking fair. She was the best person anyone could ever meet and she didn't deserve what God punished her with. I was only ten when I had to learn that my sister wasn't going to be there forever. It wasn't fair watching her becoming weaker and weaker by the minute and her being taken away from you when she was eighteen.

"Her name was Georgia Viola but I only knew her as Georgie. She died when I was thirteen. What kind of a person should have to deal with death at that age, what kind of sick God would allow that? I had to live with the fear of the possibility of my sister dying that day, for three years. My parents forced me to go to a boarding school when she was locked up in a fricken hospital; I had to learn if she was okay and alive by a letter once a month. She died on the sixteenth of October…and I was there. I loved my sister but when she died…it only got worse.

"Being pulled out of school for a month, listening to them scream at each other, having mum completely ignore me for days on end, acting like both of her daughters had died. I had to go with them to couple counselling because my mother and father couldn't figure it out themselves. When we came out of the sessions, they made me try and hide and repress all those emotions I felt in case someone we knew saw us in a state that wasn't 'suitable' for them to witness. They forced me to tell them who I loved more- mummy or daddy- and then they shouted at me because I didn't know. My parents didn't get divorced because they were worried of what 'the others might say'. They don't even love each other anymore! I listened to them fight every single fucking night of the summer holidays and having to experience my daddy mysteriously disappearing days on end, leaving me stuck with my deranged mother and my brother, who came back drunk every night. I was forced to listen to my mother shout at me for not being the one who died… she probably didn't even care when I went missing.

"Everyone knew that Georgie deserved to live more than I did, she was strong and I was weak. You wanted to know what my worst memory was…well here it is. My worst memory was watching her have a stroke right in front of my eyes in her hospital bed. Both of my parents went out to get a cup of tea and I was the only one to stay with her. And then- then she started having some sort of fit and I didn't know what was happening or what to do! It's my fault she died, my hands were shaking too much and I couldn't…I couldn't pull the emergency cord. She would have lived for at least another few days if I hadn't been so pathetic. I will never forget how I let her die right in front of my eyes, and I will never forgive myself. I died the day that she did and no one cared that I was suffering. No one fucking noticed me crying myself to sleep on those lucky nights where I actually managed to lose consciousness at all. I just had to stay quiet and be the Viola's child.

"When you and Dean were fighting…it reminded me of the nights were mum and dad were yelling at each other all night. Once, I had enough and I went downstairs to try and stop them. My father struck my cheek so hard I fell to the ground. My mum looked at me with- with these cold eyes like I deserved it. She then told me to 'get out' and didn't even help me up. You were so mad at each other it made me feel like I was there again. It scared me so much Sam." She whispered.

"I'm sorry." Sam whispered, feeling tears roll down his face after realising just how broken the girl was.

"I'm sorry…I'm being pathetic." She whimpered.

"You're not Emma… I can promise you, you're not being pathetic. You've been so brave Emma, believe me."

"But I'm not…I can't fight, I can't because I'm scared how the person I'm fighting will retaliate."

"It's alright, it's alright." He gently said before pulling her into a tight hug.

"I'll never be as brave as her. She may be dead, but she will always outlive me." She admitted into his shoulder.

Sam stroked the girl's hair, trying to calm the young girl down but he couldn't help but break down himself. She had gone through do much shit in her life and he knew for certain she was brave for surviving it all. He could only imagine how she could hide it for all this time. He and Dean had messed up…so much. That stupid fight was not worth Emma's melancholy.

"Sam?" she asked a few minutes later her head still in his shoulder and his arms around her back, no words needed as they both reflected on what they said and what they heard.

"Yeah?" the Winchester replied.

"Can we go back now? It's kind of cold out here."

"Yeah, yeah!" he nodded enthusiastically before standing up and offering her his hand.

"You don't have to do that, you know." she smiled sadly as they walked through the forest.

"Do what?"

"Treat me like this?"

"I'm not acting any differently. Why would I?"

"I don't know…most people change their behaviour towards their background once they find out about their hidden tragedies, which is why I don't tell people about her."

"Oh God, Emma, I didn't mean to- I mean, no, I won't treat you differently, okay?"

"Okay, I guess I could believe that." She sheepishly replied.

They reached the motel less than five minutes later.

"Jesus Christ, Em. What the hell were you thinking?!" Dean asked her angrily. "You think you could just run off like that with no explanation?!"

"I'm sorry, Dean." She said softly as she looked down at the fragments of glass on the floor.

"Yeah you should be- wait," he replied once he looked at her properly, seeing the black rivers that marked her cheeks and her raw red eyes, "Em, are you okay? What happened?!"

"Not now, Dean." Sam shook his head before turning to Emma and asking "do you wanna stay in here tonight?"

"If it's alright with you two." She looked at a confused Dean hopefully for confirmation.

"Yeah, yeah," the older Winchester agreed, "I'll sleep on the couch or something."

"Okay, good. Emma, make yourself comfortable, okay and if you need anything-"

"I'm the same person." She reminded him.

"Yeah, yeah course." He nodded. "Dean, could I speak to you outside?"

"I guess." He shrugged before following Sam out of the room.

Emma sighed, knowing that they would be talking about her through those thin walls and there was no point trying to think otherwise. She went to sit on the bed before carefully getting underneath the covers. Her emotions were still blocking her ability to think rationally and she had no idea if the burden had been lifted by telling Sam or made even heavier. She slowly lay her head on the hard pillow before closing her eyes, trying to block out any sound coming from the Winchester's mouths outside as she knew that the lexical field would be Emma Viola.

"Shit," Dean replied roughly once Sam had finished telling the story that Emma had just told him.

"I know." Sam nodded.

"That poor kid, dude."

"She didn't deserve any of that crap from her parents which is why I'm saying that we should try and stop having these pointless fights, you get me?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure." Dean nodded as a tear managed to escape his eye. "Look, Sammy, about earlier, I'm sorry for chucking those glasses at you."

"It's fine, Dean." Sam smiled before letting his older brother pull him into a hug.