Hey guys,

Slightly longer chapter up here today because I haven't updated this in what seems like ages.

Although we have not reached the end yet, I'm happy to say that I have actually finished this story (yayy)! I'm not going to say how long I spent writing it or the word count or anything because I don't want to indicate the length of the story but I'm so proud to have finished it because I took this story in directions that I would have never expected but more on that later…

Little flashback to the last chapter where Sam and Dean found out about Emma's lost sister, Georgia Viola. Just to warn you, this chapter will further continue to have a theme of cancer and may distress those who have dealt with the disease or know people who have. I'm sorry if it causes negative emotions/triggering to anyone and this was not my intention.

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Emma slowly awakened the next morning, he eyes stung and felt extremely dry and sore. She shifted herself up in the motel bed and looked around the room. She saw Sam sitting on the bed opposite her and tying up his shoelaces.

"Why-Why am I here?" she asked in confusion, she thought she had her own motel room now? She didn't remember what had happened yesterday night, only them hunting that ghost in the library.

"Emma." The younger brother said quickly, he went and sat on the end of her bed. "How are you?"

"I'm fine…Sam what's going on?" she asked, beginning to feel scared of why the hunter was acting this way towards her.

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what…please tell me-I don't know what's happening." She begged. Sam looked at her, sadness taking over his eyes; he reached out for her hand and held it, giving it a soft squeeze.

"You told me about her…you told me about Georgia."

Emma her mouth slightly, her eyes formed tears and she bent her head down. The memories of her hit her like a blow to the head, remembering Sam and Dean fighting, her running to the forest and then telling Sam about Georgie. "I thought…I thought that was just a dream. I couldn't have told you that- I would have never told you about her."

"It's okay." The hunter whispered. "It's all out now; you don't have to hide it anymore."

"I've only ever told Alex about her…she's the secret I can never tell anyone."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." she said firmly, she pulled her hand away from Sam and quickly got out of her bed. "Sorry…it's just I wasn't supposed to tell you. I'm used to-to keeping it to myself, that's the way it has to be."

"It doesn't have to be that way."

"Yes, it does." She said, her voice raising to almost a yell…she hated hearing herself being like this, she hated being rude to anyone, especially Sam, but he had no idea at all of what he was talking about.

"Hey, hey what's going on?" Dean asked as he walked through the door and into the tense room. "Em, are you alright? Is this about your sister, because Sam and I understand now?"

"You told him about her?" she asked Sam furiously.

"It's okay Em, we know now, we promise Sammy and I will try and quit our brotherly beef, we won't put you in that position again. We can help you get through this Em."

"You don't get it, neither of you get it. I'm not one of your hunting cases, I can't get through this. Don't try to understand it…because you fucking can't." she said darkly before walking out of the motel room and slamming the door.

"Shit." The older Winchester cursed.

"What do we do Dean?" Sam asked, looking at the door where Emma had just exited from, with a concerned expression on his face.

"I don't know…she seems pretty pissed off at us."

"I don't think she's mad at us, I think she's mad at herself."

"Why, she didn't do anything wrong?"

"I don't know, she thinks she brought on her sister's death, remember? The fear of being responsibility for a loved one's death can cause all kinds of emotional trauma."

"Yeah well I'm going to go put an end to that physiological bullshit."

"Are you sure, Dean, you can't help her, you have no experience whatsoever on how she feels emotionally."

"Of course we do!" Dean exclaimed, "Think about how many times I've seen you die!"

"Yeah but we always come back. Besides, we don't know how it feels to lose someone to cancer."

"Yeah well if I know anything, being on your own isn't the way to get rid of it either." Dean said before walking out of the room and going next door.

He knocked on the door and Emma opened it a few seconds later.

"I don't want to talk Dean." She said straightforwardly before she went to shut the door again, but he stopped it from slamming by putting his foot in the opening and pushing it back open. He walked in.

"No Em, we're gonna talk this out, okay?"

"Don't you get it? I don't want to."

"No but I do, okay?" he said in a firm voice that gave him control of the situation. Emma fell silent, not making a reply and keeping her eyes on Dean. He stood opposite her, his arms crossed and his face stern.

"I don't want to talk about it Dean." She whispered.

"Look," Dean said, making his voice gentler and softening his expression. "I know that what you went through was shit…hell it sounds like you were on an endless rollercoaster of misery, but it you've gotta realise that it's life and it's gonna kick you down but that doesn't mean that you should stay lying on the ground forever."

"Please don't talk to me like that Dean." She said softly gulping down her tears. "Don't- not you-please not you of all people. Stop treating me like I'm some…little girl whose bunny just died."

"I'm not treating you like that-"

"Yes, you are!" she sobbed, putting her head in her hands and bending down slightly before looking up at him with raw red eyes. She laughed before admitting "this is why I never tell anyone about it…I mean about her."

"Emma," the older Winchester said lightly, "Sammy and me are here for you."

"Exactly and that's the point."

"What?"

"Yesterday what did you see me as?" she crossed her arms.

"What do you mean?" he frowned.

"Who did you see me as?"

"I dunno…Emma Viola the posh girl."

"Exactly, that's who I was. Now you see as Emma Viola…that posh girl with the dead sister."

"No, we don't- 'course we don't!" he said angrily.

"Yes, yes you do. Yesterday you would have never told me that you and Sam were here for me and now you feel like you have to be. You've labelled me as some sort of emotionally unstable little girl who has to be helped through the dark but I've gone long without help and guess what, I don't need it. I don't tell people about Georgie because I hate being seen as the girl who lost her and I definitely don't need to be pitied right now because people think that it helps but it just makes life…shit."

"I'm sorry, Em." Dean sighed, "I should know that already, god knows how I hated the way people treated me back in high school when I told them that I didn't have a mom."

"People don't try to sympathise with you to make you feel better," Emma sniffed, "They do it to try and convince themselves that they're not the evil monsters that we always fear ourselves to be."

"Yeah, I agree with you on that." Dean sighed. "But I don't see you as vulnerable, Em, lord knows that your past may have weakened you but that don't mean it makes you weak talkin' about it. Life kicks you down all the time but I don't mean you shouldn't take a hand that's offered to you."

"I know that life kicks you down. I've been kicked down by life and I've been trying to fight it. I've tried to get over my sister's death…but I can't. I murdered her and I will never forget that."

"You didn't murder her Em."

"That's what my psychiatrist said." She said dimly. "He was apparently one of the best in the south of England. My parents only sent me to those weekly sessions because my English teacher contacted them when she became concerned for my behaviour in class." She went to sit by the side of her bed, Dean followed her. "My parents sent me to the one of the most expensive psychiatrists in the country, simply because they wanted their daughter to be 'fixed' as soon as possible. His name was Doctor Spektor. He told me I didn't murder Georgie, just like you, but I know I did and nothing will ever change my mind. He never really helped in the end…just made me feel crazier than I already did."

"You're not crazy."

"Maybe not, but it felt like I was…back then. My home was like an asylum I had to grieve for my sister completely on my own. I'm used to suffering on my own Dean, and to be perfectly honest, I prefer it that way."

"Why? Em, we may have no idea of how you feel but we have experienced death, plenty of it. You're basically my little sister and I'm not going to let you suffer in silence now that I know what's going on-same goes for Sam- we're both here for you, you know that, right? And I don't mean it in the terms as seeing you as a vulnerability we need to strengthen. Never think that."

"I guess." She whispered. "I guess you and Sam are the ones who've experienced death the most. I loved Georgie so much but I don't want her death summarizing my life to others. Emma Viola: the broken rich girl."

"Yeah well I don't see you that way, mark my words." Dean told her firmly, "More like, Emma Viola: The brave, stubborn, classy redhead who kicks ass."

Emma laughed quietly and Dean pulled her into a hug.

"You're not a broken girl Em," the older Winchester whispered, "you just need a few stiches to sew you back together."

Emma giggled softly into his shoulders but tears still came to her eyes and she was soon sobbing into his shirt. Dean held her shaking body and stroked her hair softly with his right hand, his left placed on her lower back. He felt a few of his own tears forming in his eyes as he held the damaged girls and listened to her tragic story being let out after having been concealed for three years.

"Hey Dean?" Emma asked a few minutes later, slowly getting up from Dean's shoulder and wiping her eyes.

"Yeah?" Dean replied.

"Thank you."

"It's okay; it's my job, protecting my lil sister."

Emma giggled softly, everything still hurt like hell but at least she could manage to laugh. "I'm going to get changed."

"I'll leave you to it." Dean said softly, kissing her forehead before leaving the motel room.

X

Emma put her head against the edge of the bed and gradually used it to slide down and slump her body to the floor. Her eyes were stinging as if they were allergic to air, making her close them to end the pain. She knew she should've told them about Georgie. It was a mistake that she couldn't reverse. The truth was like a volcano, if she let it erupt she couldn't stop it. The lava that had been stuck in its cave for all those years was now set free, causing everything to now be in heated, sticky chaos. They would never look at her the same; she would never be that sweet, little girl, who had never had anything bad happen to her. Maybe it was a good thing that the truth was now out, she could finally stop hiding…but hiding was good. If no one knew that you were hidden in the shadows, then no one could try and save you and what was the point of being rescued from a monster that couldn't be defeated? It only caused both rescuee and rescuer pain and sorrow. She had just been so frustrated at the fighting and it had brought upon a moment of insanity, for that moment she didn't care if Sam found out, it was just too much and it was making the bottle that she was trying to keep everything inside overspill.

Slowly opened her eyes again, she forced herself up from the bed and walked over to the mirror hanging on the motel wall. She was still wearing the clothes she wore on the hunt yesterday, which were a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue sweatshirt. The areas around her eyes were stained black and were a concerning red: the effect of coming out of the darkness and unleashing the bitter truth. Was this the scared thirteen-year-old in the mirror that she had pushed away for all these years?

She thought back to one of her sessions with Dr Spektor, he had only given her one piece of advice that she felt had helped. 'Whenever you feel like things are getting too much and you can't tell anyone, not even me, take three deep breaths. In each one of the breaths you take, think of something about Georgia and how she made you smile. You may think it will be painful to think of your sister at all, but think of the times when she was alive and happy. Let her help you.' Emma had used this piece of advice probably over a thousand times and at least five a day in the first month he had told her in. It was hard the first couple of times, every time Georgie came to her mind, it brought automatic tears. But after the first few days, she had the selected memories of her sister that worked the best. The method from her psychiatrist had helped a great deal. The times when she ran out of her classroom in tears and locking herself in the bathroom for whole periods at a time but then having the breathing exercise that would calm her down and make her alright for a while was a life saver.

She breathed in heavily, inhaling the oxygen like a smoker would with a cigarette. She and Georgia were playing 'it' with their brother, Richard; Emma was about five at the time. Georgie had just tagged her younger sister and Emma tried running after her two siblings but couldn't catch up with the either of them. After a couple minutes of frantic chasing, she started to cry because of the 'it' burden making her seem like a child with a disease. After seeing her sister's distress, the older sister started to run slower to let her sister catch up but not make it obvious that she had done it deliberately. Emma caught up and patted her on the back and screamed 'it', Georgie giggled and replied 'oh no, Em, you've caught me.'

Emma exhaled, the memory flickering through her mind in a matter of seconds. She took another breath. Georgie had just gotten her first kiss, she was fifteen and Emma was nine, they were both giggling in the older girl's room, both lying on their fronts on the double bed. His name was Flynn and he was extremely good looking. Georgie though she was in love and her and Emma were planning her wedding day for when she would marry the boy she had only started dating. She had told Emma that she would be her maid of honour and she had gone to sleep that night dreaming of the wedding that would surely happen in the near future.

She exhaled and then inhaled one more time. Georgie was ill, Emma was visiting her in hospital whilst mummy and daddy had gone to complain to the doctor about why Georgia was not getting any better. Emma was lying in the bed with her older sister and they were dialling a number on Georgia's old phone. They had the yellow book pages on the two of their laps and were randomly selecting numbers from it. They had just rung a furniture store to complain that their furniture had just begun magically floating in the air. The man had gotten so angry at the two of them for playing jokes that he had threatened to report them to the police, although the girls did nothing but laugh at him.

She exhaled for the last time; she was smiling lightly before letting out a laugh. The laugh felt strangely satisfying, like she was in a state of ecstasy for a mere few seconds. But the usual emotion of sadness came back all too soon, tumbling down into her stomach and wiping the smile off of her face. She had been pretending to be alright for so long, every day in school, every hour she spent at home, constantly pretending with the Winchesters. She thought she could manage that, she thought she could act normally. But now the truth was out, and trying to not act sad and it was like trying to put toothpaste back in the tube. Maybe she didn't want to pretend anymore or maybe she did. She just didn't know.

X

She changed into a black skater skirt with a white shirt and putting her hair in a high ponytail. She applied the makeup, more heavily than she intended, to her face before smothering it with eye liner and mascara. She slowly made her way to next door and knocked on the rectangle piece of wood softly. Sam answered the door.

"Hi." He smiled gently, letting her in the motel room. "Are you better?"

"Yeah…no." she said with a sad smile.

"It's okay…you don't have to pretend anymore remember."

Emma nodded, looking down at the motel carpet. "I'm sorry for shouting at you earlier. Things got a bit intense."

"It's fine, seeing after what you went through, you acted more humane than I expected." Sam admitted with a quiet laugh. Emma grinned for a second before going to hug the taller hunter. He held her tight, resting his head on top of hers before going to kiss her forehead lightly. They broke apart just as the oldest brother emerged out of the bathroom.

"Hey Em." Dean greeted. "I hope you haven't packed your bags."

"Why?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice, the brother's mysteriousness taking away the sadness from the atmosphere for a brief moment.

"Well I learned that 'if you can make a girl laugh you can make her do anything?'"

"And where did you get that quote from Dean?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Marilyn Monroe…what guys can have guilty pleasures too." He defended after seeing Sam's humoured expression.

"And so what are you going to do?" Emma asked curiously.

"Well we can take a break from the road for one day…I mean don't think that spending the whole day riding in baby is a good way to help you get back on your feet. We can do whatever you wanna do…unless it's having some girly slumber party with ice cream and…pillow fights."

Emma giggled and Dean's unwanted suggestion. "I was thinking maybe we could…go to...somewhere loud and full of people." She knew that her proposal was in no way specific or probably helpful in anyway.

"Loud and full of people…" the older brother repeated humourously.

"I think we can manage that." The younger hunter finished.

"How 'bout we go for the old, traditional Winchester gambling spree?" Dean suggested.

"Sounds…good," Emma replied with a hint of happiness in her eyes. She needed a getaway.

X

"How about if I win this game of pool, I get my one-hundred and fifty dollars back?" Dean suggested to his opponent in a busy, dim-lighted bar. It was around eleven at night and Emma admitted to herself that it had been a good day, seeing as it had made her take her mind out of Georgie for a while at least.

"Why would we want to play against you again?" The older brother's opponent questioned. "We've already beat you three times."

"But if you win," the hunter continued. "You keep the money and you also get this on top." Sam took out a rolled wad of at least ten twenties and threw it onto the green lake of velvet lying across the pool table. "C'mon, what do you scared of?"

"Okay, me and Brent are on." The other said.

Sam and Dean were playing a game of pool against two body-builder-like men, with dangerously biceps and veins popping out under their skin like there was no tomorrow. The one called Brent had a big, red straggly beard with blood shot eyes; the other, Max, was beardless but had a thick brown brush for a moustache and ears half the length of his face.

Emma was standing next to Sam, she had been watching these four play for forty-five minutes and still really understand how people could be so interested in the game, she was more of a foosball girl. She wondered why the boys were still trying to gamble their money back, they either had clever scheme or they were idiots.

After five minutes, it was obvious that they would not win. These boys may be good at hunting the supernatural but they were not good at this.

"I told you Dean, we should've quit after the second game." Sam snapped in frustration, after Dean accidentally shot the white ball into one of the holes.

"Stop being boring." Dean laughed, taking a huge swig from his beer bottle, making Emma feel like their foolishness may have been because of the alcohol. "Okay." He said, slurring slightly. "This is the la-a-st game of the night, so let's throw some spice into whatever-r-r this is." he took out a fifty-dollar bill and waved it in front of Max's face.

Max was about to take it with his avaricious paws but Sam snatched it off him first. "We're not going to keep on gambling money…unless they pay something as well."

"Okay." The moustached man agreed. "Brent, put a hundred in."

"Twoooo hundred." Dean slurred heavily.

"Two hundred, whatever, it's not like they're going to win." Brent laughed, putting a two hundred in the pile of money and Sam added the fifty. Max shook the taller hunter's hand and the deal was set.

"Sorry lil lady, you're gonna have to see your guys lose…again." Max howled in Emma's direction, she laughed slightly but did feel quite nervous for the two.

"Yeah we'll see about that." Dean said with a smirk.

He aimed to shoot before hitting the white ball. Miraculously, unlike all of the other times, two of the balls sored off in different directions and fell through two of the holes.

"Oh wow, I think I just got better." Dean said in surprise, winking slyly at Emma, who felt her mouth drop in shock as she realised she had also fallen into the boys' act.

"You cheat!" Max yelled angrily, getting his beer bottle and threatened to throw it at the liar.

"A bet's a bet." Sam answered. "We haven't won yet, you still can."

"C'mon Max, we're still ahead." Brent encouraged the enraged man. The other man slammed the bottle down on the table angrily before going to shoot.

The two didn't stay 'ahead' for that much longer, Sam and Dean were equally talented at pool as each other and twice as skilful as the other two. Emma suspected it was because most of their life included aiming guns. They won the game less than ten minutes later.

"I think that's our gold." Dean beamed like a child before going to take all of the winnings.

"You may have won but that's not going to stop me kicking your ass." Max warned, marching over to Dean and grabbing his shirt collar.

"Max," Brent growled, making his friend drop Dean back down. "C'mon let's go."

Max glared at the two brothers angrily once more before making his way out of the bar. Brent also looked at the two, he was about to leave but then turned around and punched Dean under his left eye before following his friend, in a hurry, to an exit.

"God, Dean are you alright?" Emma asked him in a worry.

"Yeah," he said in a jolly tone, going to touch his damaged skin with a humoured look on his face. "It was worth two hundred of these bad boys." He said, holding up the winnings and the money they had also managed to retain up in the air. "Who wants a beer cos honestly I don't mind getting drunk tonight? Emma?"

"Alcohol?" the redhead asked.

"No, I was thinking more like apple juice from the kids' menu." Dean retorted sarcastically. "Of course alcohol, I mean you are twenty-three aren't you, might as well have a lil fun."

"Wow I think you are the first adults I've ever met that have encouraged me to drink underage."

"So, three beers it is? You guys go get a booth, I'll this party running." He grinned before going to the bar. Sam and Emma found a deserted booth about forty feet away. It had soft red, leather seats and then a picture of a wide man standing the bar beaming was hanging on the wall beside them on Emma's right.

"So, has it been a good day?"

"Yeah I think so." she grinned. Thinking back at what had happened over the last ten hours, most of it spent in a casino, addicted to the many games that managed to hook you in, luring you into their traps. "How much money did we make?"

"Around five hundred dollars,"

"And loss?"

"Around five hundred,"

"So, no profit?" she giggled.

"Not really," he chuckled.

"And do your little cheats normally have that cause and effect?" she said, pointing to the bottom of her right eye where Dean was hit.

"Sometimes, normally worse, let's just leave it at guys don't like it when they lose."

"I can imagine."

"So, are you feeling better?" Sam asked, his voice turning soft.

Emma nodded in mute. "Yeah, I think I'll be fine… this day's helped a lot."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling slightly.

"So, has a posh girl like you ever drunk a beer before?" Sam questioned changing the subject to avoid Emma's happiness being disrupted.

"I have actually," Emma answered with a giggle. "At Jane's sweet sixteen she had this house party thing in the summer and her parents were literally shouting at her in front of at least fifty of her classmates when they found out that alcohol was included."

"And you drank some?" he asked in false-shock.

"Hey, I only had one can of beer."

"Did you like it?"

"No not really, I just thought it was cool back then." She admitted, making Sam laugh.

"What was cool back when?" Dean asked, coming to join them with three beers.

"Nothing, just telling Sam the first time I drank beer."

"Ooh feisty, well let's see if this one can kick that one's ass." He said, handing her an open bottle.

X

The two brothers got through two more beers after that. Emma had stopped after one and a half; the bitter liquid would take a while to get used to. The brothers were obviously use to the strong drink as they got through their bottles as quick as it took a hungry man to eat a loaf of bread then even moved on to whiskey.

"Okay, last round." Sam announced.

"Emma, your turn." Dean said before pointing at her lazily.

"Hey I'm not even drinking!" the redhead defended.

"Don't care, I'm driving."

"And I'm slightly concerned about that now." She acknowledged before taking a twenty from him and walking to the bar.

"Two Guinesses please." She said to the bartender.

"Coming right up." he answered, she felt quite surprised that he didn't ask for her ID.

"Hey Mr, I gotta question for you." A drunken man on one of the stools on the other end shouted, distracting the man from pouring the drinks. "Can I buy the little lady a drink?" she heard a slow voice in her right ear. She turned around to see a tall, lanky man in his thirties with black, floppy hair.

"No thanks." She smiled awkwardly at him.

"Don't be a bitch, let me buy you a drink." He said irritably.

"Again, no thank you." She said firmly.

The man grabbed her hand. "Hey." She snapped, trying to tug it away but he held onto it.

"My ex-wife had hands like these. She was pretty too."

"Can you let me go please?" she asked calmly, even though she didn't feel it.

"She's been cheating on me, you know, diiiidn't even tell me, I had to find out myself. You'rrre going to be my revenge plan."

"I'm not going to be your anything. You're drunk so just go home."

"Women, always disobeying me." He shouted, gripping her arm tighter. "Why can't they do what they're told." He said loudly, almost shouting. "What did I do? HUH?" he pulled her body closer so their eyes were centre metres apart. "Your eyes are like hers too."

"What's going on?" Dean asked dangerously, coming to join Emma and the man, Sam quickly caught up with his brother.

"Good timing." Emma said in relief.

"This is none of your business, man." The man snapped angrily at the hunter.

"It is if you're she's involved. Let her go."

"What if I don't want to."

"Then we'll make you." Sam answered cautiously.

"Why is my life so unfair tonight?" he moaned, his grip not loosening but slowly getting tighter.

"Come on pal, why don't you go home and sober up? She don't need this from you tonight." Dean tried to negotiate.

"Oh, it's all about the woman is it?" he guffawed, turning to her, pulling her body into his, "Is the story of tonight all about you, huh sweetheart?"

"No," she whispered, smelling the rancid alcohol in his breath.

"She ain't exactly having an apple pie day, pal." Dean defended. "She don't need douches like you ruining it."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said in mock-apology, "I didn't know the princess was having a rough day. I guess everyone feels sorry for the women…don't matter if they screwed your best friend and lied to you for over a year. No, I guess if little miss perfect is sad, we should all help the pretty girl get her pretty fucking smile back."

"Look, just take it easy, okay." Sam said softly, "Go home, get your mind clear."

"No, I only have tonight." He growled, grip tightening even more, it made Emma wince painfully, the man now almost crushing her hand.

"Hey, let go." Sam yelled, after seeing Emma's aggrieved reaction. He tried to unclasp his hand from hers but he was reluctant to let go, he pulled himself and Emma away from the two hunters.

"I need revenge or she'll win." He said darkly. "Now leave us." He said grip tightening even more. Emma tried to hold back a scream as she felt the bones in her hand come to breaking point, she failed and it came out as a high-pitched cry.

"Can't do that." Dean said before punching the man in the face. He fell backwards but took Emma with him. She finally felt his grip let go of hers as the man let go of her and stood slowly back up to tackle Dean.

Sam quickly went to help Emma up; he led her away from the fight where Dean had just thrown another punch at the man.

"You alright?" he said before taking her hand and studying it.

"Yeah, it just hurt that's all." She replied shakily.

"Right you guys get out of here before I call the police." The bartender shouted at the three of them after seeing Dean knock the guy out unconscious.

X

"Fricken bastard!" Dean swore as they left into the cold night. "Thinking he could treat you like that. Did he hurt you?"

"No, well a bit but it's okay." Emma tried to reassure him supporting her hurt hand with the other.

"No, it's not. Let's see." Dean said before pulling out a small flashlight from his leather jacket pocket. He shone it on the top of her hand before touching it lightly with his fingers, they had deep fingerprints and there were sharp engravings of his fingernails. He turned it over on to her palm which was a harsh red from where the other man's palm had been forced against her. "It should be okay, maybe a bit bruised but it's not broken. Luckily for that guy, I would have killed him if he hurt you. If anything like that happens to you again, scream, Emma, I don't care if we're right next to you, you scream as soon as you feel scared, Sam and I will be there in a heartbeat, I promise you." He assured as they reached the Impala.

"Thanks." She said softly. "And thank you for saving me." She went to kiss him on the cheek before going to give Sam one before getting in the back of the car. The brothers were right. She had been raised to not ask for help and deal with things herself, in order to not cause an inconvenience to others. But now, by not letting them lend her a hand metaphorically, it had resulted in her physical one getting harmed. Maybe, just maybe, the Winchesters had the capability to protect her from more than demons.