Thankfully, I did have room to breathe. But we still slept in the Impala. Dean and Sam squished together in the front while I lounged comfortably in the back. Dean got out and fell asleep on the hood. I know this because I got virtually no sleep at all. I too preoccupied about Brice just ditching me on the bus. Who does that? Before we had bunkered down for the night, I called Brice like a gazillion times. Okay, maybe it was only like ten but when you have to wait for her phone to give up on the chance that the bonehead who owns it will pick up, much longer. Her phone rings for the longest time possible. I don't know how she ignored it for so long. She must have ignored it because you don't just lose your phone when all you carry is a backpack.

Plus, she left me a voicemail. The thieving bastard had decided to call me, knowing I wouldn't pick up. I do have a problem with that though. If you ever call me and actually get a hold of me, you have the best luck in the world. It's like winning the lottery. I just don't know how I didn't manage to feel my cell buzz in my pocket. Especially since I was awake the entire time. Told you that my luck is as good as the Wile.. Which makes Brice the ever elusive road runner. It fits her so well. No matter how many ACME products I buy or plans I come up with, I'm never quite there. The taunting little butt munch gets close enough to where you're like 'heck yeah! Just an inch closer and I'll be golden' but then she leaves you on a bus. It's so like the cartoon it's uncanny.

But me being me, I didn't notice I had a voicemail until morning. Dean and Sam hadn't woken up yet like the lazy bums they are and I flipped open my phone to call Brice back. The blinking light was being it's bossy and commanding self. It's like, 'You think you're going to make a call? Well think again bitch. I've had this annoying little message in my head all goddamn night and you want me to wait? Oh hell no! Listen before I self-destruct and make you live in the 21st century without a cellphone'. Yes, that is what goes through my head when my phone starts blinking. Don't judge.

So thinking I had some privacy in the morning mist-which looks so freaking creepy in a cemetery- I pressed play. Side note, always look behind you. Having family that sneaks for a living doesn't help with a private situation.

"Hey Emily," it started "Look I'm fine, sorry for leaving you, but it had to be done. I know you're most likely already at the cemetery so…." Brice's voice stopped "So I'm not coming to the cemetery. All I know I that this general/war thing is going to happen soon. Oh ya and I saw my, well I think it was, my Father. Well I have to go now. Don't worry, I know more of what I'm doing, then you'll let yourself believe. Goodbye" and she hung up.

I wanted to scream at the phone, telling her she doesn't know what she's getting herself into. Because she doesn't. But Dean beat me to the yelling.

"What war is she talking about?" he demanded in a voice just a touch to loud for my taste.

"I didn't tell you about that? Well that's me getting all forgetful again" I said, trying to switch topics.

"No you didn't tell us. But now would be a great time to start" Sam suggested.

I huffed and slid down the wall of the tomb to get comfy. I fi was going to tell them about this, it was going to take a while. Especially if I was going to tell them about the revised edition of me killing Brice.

"Okay. Here goes…"

Forty minutes later, Sam was pacing and Dean was about three seconds from shooting himself. After he shot me of course. Wouldn't want to leave witnesses would we? I think it's too soon for another trip to heaven though. If I'm allowed back that is.

"So," Sam began, finally having sorted through all that info, "You have to lead an angel army and kill your best friend who has to lead a demon army?"

I nodded, "That was a quicker summary than I had. I should get you to shorten all my speeches because now I'm thirsty."

Dean glared at my attempt to lighten the mood. Sorry for not wanting everyone to look like they want to kill me. It's not fun to get death stares. But I think I just made it worse even though Sam's mouth twitched up into a shadow of a smile. Good enough for me.

"And now Brice will have an Emily moment and do something that will more than likely get her killed" Dean finished.

"You are the meanest father ever" I humphed.

"So where is Brice?" Dean asked once I got over my slight drama queen moment. That is an excellent question.

"How should I know? I'm not a magician. Pretty close but no cigar. I could try popping into her head" I offered.

Before I could get an answer, I was already searching Brice out. And wasn't she living it up. She was in \a freaking Hilton for god's sake! I officially hate her guts. She leaves me high and dry on a bus towards Wyoming and she gets the Hilton? What kind of world do we live in? That's just ridiculous. She sucks big time. But those happy, living the high life moments were so not going to last. Because as soon as she started to drift off into the oversized fluffy blankets, the lock started to jiggle on her door. I'm only seeing this because she heard it which in turn made me hear it, and looked over which made me see. I hate having this limited vision. How am I supposed to help from here?

Whoever was trying to break in finally gave up and kicked the door in. It wasn't a demon as far as I could see. Just four regular burglars. How nice. The one normal thing she has is a robbery. And again, for some unknown reason, she froze. What is up with her? Anytime she needs to fight back with her powers, she can't. Two of the men started stuffing the fancy stuff from the room in bags while two went towards Brice with sick smiles on their faces. Why does she feel the need to be kidnapped again?

She didn't let them take her without a fight. Brice was kicking and punching but these were two grown men after all. And she wasn't using her powers. I wish I could help her. But I can!

I focused real hard on where Brice was. And suddenly, I was in the room.

"Okay guys. Time to go now" I said grabbing one of the guys who was trying to restrain one of Brice's arms.

"Really? You're going to stop us? What are you, ten?" his partner asked.

I smiled a not nice smile, "People should really learn how old I am"

Now I'm not a super hero. I can't fling the guy across the room like Brice could if she'd get her act together. But I do have a gun. Yes, besides the Colt which Brice stole on the bus. Always have a backup plan.

I shot both of the guys grabbing Brice in the knee, making them crumble into useless piles on the ground. And that made the other two, who had stopped pillaging the room at my entrance, flee for their awful and miserable lives. But right before the last guy managed out, Brice, coming out of her power block, flung him into the wall, knocking him unconscious.

"Still think you can do this without me?" I asked.

Me and Brice started putting the room back together after hotel management dragged the lunatics out. They offered some reward but I just flipped them off, needing some alone time with Brice. But she refused to talk to me. So I decided I should go get Sam and Dean and bring them over here.

"Be back" I muttered before I teleported myself out.

"Where were you?" Dean asked, more worried than anything.

"Tell you later. Just come here"

Resting a hand on each of their shoulders, I moved us all make to the hotel. I'm getting better at this whole teleporting thing. But when we reached there, Brice was nowhere to be seen. A small note was left on an overturned nightstand.

I can do this without you. I am older than you after all. I'll keep in touch

-Brice

"Son of a bitch!" I yelled. Why does she insist on doing this? Did she sign a contract before she became friends with me, swearing that she would do everything in her power to make my life a living hell?

A/N: Ta-da! There it is folks. Sorry for the long wait and short story. It balances itself out. Will be updated soon. Please review