Her mobile phone rang. She flipped it open and answered.

"Emma speaking"

"Emma Winchester?" a male voice said.

"That's right, who's this?"

"Lawrence police, I have a young woman in custody – name of Lena Sloane, there were charges brought against her by your father and brothers?" Emma sat on the bed, a numb feeling crawling up her body.

"So they told me, how can I help?"

"We need your statement about what happened – are you able to give us that?"

"I'm not in town, can I give it to you over the phone?" she asked, this was not on her agenda. Why were the cops bothering with her?

"I'm sorry Miss, but we need it in person, so you can sign it – could you tell us where your at now, we might be able to partner up with the police in your region" she rubbed her temple and sighed.

"I'm in Baltimore, I won't be back in Lawrence for a while, and can you tell me why you need this now? No one approached me in the hospital –"

"We're a bit behind on paperwork miss, tell you what I'll get someone to call the police there and coordinate with them to get a statement from you"

"Sure, they can call my number, thankyou, bye"

She closed her phone and closed her eyes.

'3 men at the bar, they had an off feeling about them, dark rooms, dank smell, smell of humidity' she took a deep breath as her vision subsided.

She looked around her and didn't see Sam or Dean, so she assumed that they were outside packing the car or something. She flopped back onto the bed and looked at her watch. 11am.

She needed to find those 3 whatever they were, demons or just humans. But she hadn't liked their smell in the beginning and she doubted she would again.

She thought about her vision, she didn't know what it meant as she had never seen or been in a place like that before.

"Hey Emma?" she turned her head to look at Sam.

"What's up honey?"

"We're going to check out this place – we've heard some crazy rumours, do you want to come?"

"Sure" she got up and grabbed her jacket.

Soon they were driving to an old block, where apparently they're used to be crazy people and some who had weird experiments done on them.

She wasn't going to mention her vision or the call to either of them for now. They arrived at their destination soon after. Sam and dean were about to get out of the car when she stopped them.

"Wait" they both looked enquiringly at her.

"Emma now is not the time for a chick thing" dean told her. She glanced at him, her eyes meeting his.

"As much as I would love to have one, look over there –"she nodded with her head in the general direction of where she was looking. The both looked and saw three figures crossing the street and moving into the building.

"Aren't those –"Sam started.

"The three from the café that were giving me the chills yeah" she got out of the car with both boys following her.

She walked into the building. "Is she looking to getting her butt kicked again?" Sam asked his brother.

"With one difference, this time it'll be some old spirit" dean replied catching up with her.

She stopped suddenly and dean slammed into her.

"As much as I don't mind your proximity dean, I do need room to move" she whispered to him. He gave her a grin in reply. She looked at them both and winked at Sam. Dean gave her a gun so at least she'd be armed and able to defend herself somewhat. "I think we should split up"

Dean gave her an incredulous look. "Split up? With those three dudes in here as well?"

"Where's your sense of fun? That's fun!" she moved off down one corridor. "I'll shout if I need you – your help that is"

Sam looked at dean. "Fun? Now I know where she gets her philosophy from" he walked down another corridor leaving dean to do what ever was left.

Dean shook his head and continued after them, but turned down through another door. On the ready, he didn't want to come face to face with those three any time soon.

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Emma continued down the aisle – it was like she was suddenly hearing from speakers – she could hear mumbles and people screaming. She stopped and concentrated on closing off her mind – it worked a bit, they were now a dull murmur.

Looking through a set of windows she glanced into another room. Through the reflection of the window she saw someone behind her. Turning, she came face to face with one of the men she had seen walk in. he had a zombie look about him. With one hand he grasped her by her throat, she lifted the gun and shot the guy underneath his chin, the gun went off but nothing happened.

"Crap" she looked around her as much as she could then decided she was on her own on this one. She kicked the guy in the groin, it also had no effect. In fact, it seemed that her foot had gone through him.

He frowned and threw her through the glass window. She laid there for 2 seconds gathering her breath, then scrambled up.

"Dean!" she yelled. "Sam!" no reply. 'Use your gift girl' she told herself. 'How can I when they're invisible yet they are solid?' she asked herself. She took off at a run down the aisle and ran around the corner, slamming into Dean. She landed against the wall.

"Emma? What's wrong – did you find something?" he grabbed her.

"They're spirits or something, we can't touch them, but they can touch us" she showed him her neck. Slight bruising. And he picked out glass from her hair.

"Have a meeting with the window?" he asked.

"Where's Sam?" she asked.

"Here" Sam came around the corner at that moment and met up with them. "I saw them, had a run in myself with one of them, how do we get rid of them?" he asked them both.

"I don't know, but I don't think they're a part of this gig" dean replied.

"Did either of you notice something about them?" she asked. They both looked at her.

"Other that they're big brutes and dead? No" Sam replied. She looked at dean waiting on his reply.

"They're strong? They move fast –"

"Guys, they're wearing uniforms, my guess is that they are orderlies of this place, keep the crazies in?"

Understanding dawned in their eyes. "Smart girl" Sam answered. She grinned at him.

"Well I'm not just a pretty face" she replied. "So we need to figure out how to kill them, find their bones maybe?" she glanced around. "An answer anytime soon would be fantastic" she told them.

"we need to do some research, the fact alone that they're spirit and yet can be solid to touch –" sam told them.

"agreed, lets go and find some info, then come back" dean gave his opinion.

"that's all well and good, but I somehow don't think we'll be leaving any time soon" they both followed her line of sight and saw the 3 "orderlies" blocking their way out.

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more to come!