I know you are all probably pissed off at me right now, but I wanted the weekend off to spend with my friends and family, so deal with it! I'm not that mean... really I didn't mean that, it was Fred's fault, the voices in my head are taking over!

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Dean's look changed from one of concern to one of menace in a matter of seconds when he saw Emma scowling at him from the door way of Sam's hospital room.

"You're supposed to be dead, Jess told me that she killed you!" Dean yelled at Emma as he stood up, and unconsciously positioned himself in front of Sam. John did the same thing and stood side by side with Dean, protecting the youngest oif his sons.

"You didn't think that you could kill a Nightmare Demon so easily, did you?" Emma asked, and Dean looked at her as if to say, 'well duh, I thought you could.' Emma laughed at him, "Man you are stupid." She said, and Dean scowled at her.

"Pardon my asking, but who are you, and what do you want with my son?" John asked, only having just gotten to the hospital, Dean hadn't had the chance to tell him who Emma was yet, or even the full story on what had happened to Dean.

"I am Emma, sister of Jess, and the Nightmare Demon who is avenging her death." Emma said, and Dean laughed.

"Oh quit the sob story!" Dean ground out. "You are no more avenging her death, than I am Capitan Jack Sparrow." Dean said, immitating Johnny Depp from 'Pirates of the Carribean.' "Even Jess knows that it wasn't Sam's fault that she died, and she tried to kill you earlier for hurting him, so I know the truth, she knows the truth, and Dad knows the truth, the question is, are you still dumb enough to think that Sam killed your sister?" Dean asked, and John had to bite his lips to keep the laughs from escaping.

"How dare you try to say that your brother didn't kill my sister!" Emma screamed, and Dean felt a movement on the bed, turning to look at Sam, he saw his brother's eyes open. Dean looked at his father, and it was as if a secret message was passed, because John nodded his head, and Dean walked around the bed to Sam.

Dean carefully pulled the tube from Sam's throat, as his dad stood in a protective position in front of both Sam and Dean. "Thought she was dead..." Sam rasped as soon as Dean had given him some water.

"You're not the only one." Dean said, groaning and Sam laughed.

Sam gasped, and Dean looked at him. He looked back to Emma, and saw her eyes start to turn black. Looking back to Sam, Dean saw his eyes tint to black too, and groaned.

It was Dean's voice that spoke from Emma's body when she said, "It's your fault that mom died. It's your fault that we have to hunt every day of our lives." Dean wanted to run and tackle her, but he was held in place by an invisible force.

It was John's voice that came next, and both Dean and John fought to free themselves as they heard what she told Sam. "It's your fault that Mary is dead, that all those things happened twenty two years ago. It's your fault that your girlfriend is dead, if you hadn't left for Stanford you would never have met her, never have brought your problems to her."

Sam trembled on the bed, and moved his hands as if trying to hurt Emma, but it wasn't working. "If you hadn't been born, nothing bad would have happened, everyone would still be alive, and Dean and dad wouldn't be hunters, having to live their lives in fear." Sam gasped, and blood poured from his nose. It had been his voice that Emma had used that time, and it had been what Sam had really felt.

Sam's hands moved, and though he faintly heard the voices of his father and Dean in the background, they were hazy, and sounded almost monotone. His hands moved in front of his body, crossed over each other, and when he flung them out, Dean and John felt the invisible presence leave, and Emma went flying across the hall.

The connection was broken between Sam and Emma, and Sam looked drained, the blood still pouring from his nose. Dean ran over to him, and cast him a, 'what the hell was that',look, and Sam shrugged. He looked up, and for the first time saw his father standing there, looking stunned at Sam.

"Dad?" He asked, his voice weak and coarse.

"It's me, son. I am so sorry Sammy. I should have been there for you." John said, and Sam shifted uncomfortably. The shaking started small, and it could have been passed off as trembling, if the tears hadn't ran down Sam's cheeks.

John went over and hugged him, whispering to him in a hushed comforting tone. "It's okay Sammy, it's not your fault, none of it was, you can't listen to anything that Bitch was saying, she is just jealous of you, and our 'family relationship.'" John said, and Sam laughed, a loud sniff filling the air.

Sam wiped his eyes, and whispered, "I'm sorry." John just shook his head, and smiled at his youngest son sadly.

Before he could say anything, there was a loud crash, and they all looked up. Jess and Mary were floating there in front of them, and Emma stood her ground in the doorway.

"Stay away from my family!" Mary and Jess yelled at the same time, before both of them launched themselves at Emma.

A/N: I know it was kind of chick flick there for a few minutes, but there won't be another one for a while longer, I hope!

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Ana