Later that night, after eating she retired to her room. She had seen Sam and told him about the conversation she had had with their father. Dean, she couldn't find, she guessed he had gone to bed early which in itself was weird.

Her phone buzzed. "Emma?"

"Lena? Is something wrong?" Emma asked recognising the girl on the phone as someone she had met a few months back on a hunt.

"It's back"

"The phantom guy? how do you know?"

"The cabin, the lights switch on and off, and some teenagers have well gone mad" Emma sat up in bed, she scratched her head.

"Ok well I'm an hour or so from there, I can be there soon" she told Lena getting up and packing what few things she had taken out of her bag.

"See you then" she hung up.

Emma opened her bedroom door to find the hallway dark. Everyone had gone to bed. Sam, she needed to tell Sam where she was going.

She tip toed into their room, trying not to wake Dean up. She knelt on Sam's bed and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Sammy, wake up"

"What time is it?"

"It's late, I have to go" at that, he sat up.

"What do you mean go?"

"A girl I helped out a couple of months ago, she called, and the phantom thing is back and causing trouble"

"You didn't kill it?"

"I exorcised it, I couldn't find the body"

"I'll come with you" Sam told her getting up.

"No, you have to do this thing with dad and dean; as soon as I'm done I'll call you"

"Are you kidding me?" they turned to Dean who had just spoken. He was sitting up in bed. "You're leaving just when we're going to face this bitch"

"Would you abandon someone when they called you for help dean?" she asked.

"If I was already on a job yeah"

"Since when did you become so cold?" she turned to Sam, she handed him a piece of paper. She gave Sam a kiss.

"Love you" then she left the room without looking at Dean.

Sam looked at Dean. "What the hell is wrong with you? She needed you out on the highway, she needed your support and you've just gone and left her out in the cold, I wouldn't be surprised if she just makes the choice of no return at the rate your going" Sam turned away and laid back down on his bed.

"I'm afraid Sammy" it was said so softly that Sam was sure he hadn't heard it; he turned back over and looked at his sibling.

"Afraid of what?"

"Losing her I guess, I don't know, I heard her conversation with dad the other night – what he said to her about me" dean told him.

"What did he say?"

"That he hoped that I stayed away from her"

"Why would – "it dawned on Sam. "So the not so brotherly stuff from before – "

"It wasn't appropriate man, she was or is my sister, and don't you always wish to meet a woman that is like someone you know? Because they have all those qualities you want in someone?"

Sam had never heard Dean give such a huge mouthful of words, he really did have a lot on his mind. "Sam?" dean got his attention back.

"Yeah I know what you mean, but Emma to me has always been well Emma, might be a result from not spending as much time with her as you did, you both have a different relationship then I have with her, but it might be there too Dean, I mean how many siblings do you know that have kept watches of each other during the night?" dean looked at him.

"It was just a natural thing Sam, comforting your little sister in the darkness of the night, especially after everything we've seen or were seeing at that age" Sam nodded agreeing.

"I get it, but that still doesn't change the fact that she's – left thinking you hate her" Dean sighed and stood up. "I'm going to get some sleep dude, you better do the same, and I don't know what we're going to tell the old man in the morning" Sam told him turning again to get some sleep.

Dean just looked at him and scratched his chest then his head. "Yeah, something else to bite my butt"

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Two hours later she arrived at the old cabin, no other car was there. Getting out of her car, she grabbed a torch and a gun with silver bullets. She knew she had to find the bones and burn them in order for this thing to leave and never come back.

As soon as she walked into the cabin she felt something, she wasn't alone.

"So you do keep your word then" Emma spun around to face the voice behind her.

Lena.

"I told you I would" she noticed that there seemed to be something off about Lena. She wasn't possessed or anything but - . She couldn't put her finger on what was going on. She let her eyes travel down Lena. Noting what she was wearing, if her hands were empty -. They weren't. Her right hand, she had a piece of wood, and it was thick.

She met Lena's eyes. "So the whole phantom thing was a lie wasn't it? funny though because I did burn his bones so he couldn't have returned, I knew something was up"

Lena side slyly. "Oh yeah something is up, something was up since the day you came into town"

"How so?" she asked backing away slowly.

"My boyfriend josh? He fell for you in a hard way, could do nothing but talk about you, the type of chick he wanted to marry, tough and could kick butt on her own" Lena informed her.

"So this is about jealousy?" Emma asked. "I came here to do a job, if Josh had his own ideas –"she spread her hands. "That's your problem"

Lena swung the wood and Emma ducked it but it knocked the gun out of her hand sending it sliding across the floor. She swung the wood around and Emma didn't duck fast enough, it caught her on her jaw and sent her flying into the wall. She crumbled down and then looked up at Lena.

"Miss Perfect isn't so perfect anymore" Lena mocked her.

When she came to, she was hanging from the roof tied by her hands. And she was alone. She knew she'd have a bitch of a bruise on her face.

"Geez Emma you've gotten yourself into a tie this time" she scolded herself. She didn't know what the time was, but there was sunlight streaming in through the cracks in the walls. She didn't know if Lena had searched her and taken her phone with her. She pulled herself up and tried to look at her watch. Once she saw the date and time she winced.

2 full days had passed since she had arrived. She looked at the knots on the rope, they're weren't sailor's knots so there could be a chance she could undo them with her teeth – but it would take time, she didn't have much strength after being tied for 2 days.

If only her gift extended to calling Sam via her mind. If only.

It took her a couple of hours to untie herself and she fell with a thud to the ground, she quickly touched her back pocket. Her phone was still there.

"Silly girl Lena, never leave a phone on me" she murmured. She flipped it open and dialled Sam's number. It rang and rang, she hoped that the boys hadn't gone against the demon just yet and that something hadn't happened to them by doing so. "Pick it up Sam" she winced at the pain in her wrists rubbed raw from the rope, not to mention the pain in her jaw. No answer from Sam. She laid on the ground for a couple of minutes. She dialled her father's number.

"This is john Winchester, please contact my son Dean on – "she hung up, and sighed, tears burned her eyes. She didn't have a choice, she was on her own. The room seemed to grow hotter. She pulled herself up.

A flicker of a flame.

She was no longer alone.

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Sorry for the length of this one. Kinda got inspired. Please leave a review.