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She looked at Sam. "Can you see if -, never mind I'll do it" she went into the kitchen and pulled out her mobile. She dialled Lawrence police.

"Lawrence police"

"Good afternoon, I'm just following up on a call that was made to me yesterday?" she asked the officer.

"Your name miss?"

"Emma Winchester"

"I'm sorry miss but are you sure you got a call from us? We don't have any follow ups or anything from you – I know you made a charge against Lena Sloane, but we require nothing further from you"

"Really? No statement or nothing?"

"No miss, your family gave it for you, since you were in hospital and injured" Emma looked at Dean and Sam, both were looking at her.

"Thankyou so much for taking the time to help me officer"

"No problem at all miss, have a good day"

"You too" she hung up. Dean walked over to her.

"Emma?" he sat across from her. Sam joined them. She looked at them both.

"Someone wants to trap me, I just called Lawrence police, and they don't need to see or give a statement" she told them.

"So whoever called you the other day was going on the assumption that you wouldn't follow it up" Sam said.

"That's right" she stood up and went to the bathroom. Calling back over her shoulder that she was going to have a shower.

Sam looked at Dean. "Is she ok?"

"I just think she doesn't like the idea of something out there being after her"

"Right so she's just like you then" Sam got up. "Well we need to figure out how to kill those orderlies and get this back in our control"

"You haven't found anything?" dean asked him. Just as Sam was about to answer – a scream rented the air. And they both ran to the bathroom.

"Emma?" dean slammed the door open oblivious to the fact that she might not have any clothes on. Sam looked around the room and dean went straight to her. She sat on the edge of the tub, shaking.

"Its ok, I'm uh… ok" her hand was shaking.

"What happened?"

"Washing my hair and when I turned around – I had 3 – the orderlies – were standing there looking at me" she wrapped the towel tighter around herself.

"They were here?" dean asked. She looked at him. "How can they be here? I thought –"

"Dean they were at the café and then the crazy institute, they can travel anywhere" Sam told him. She stood up turning to them.

"they were here – standing in the tub watching me, just this dumb look on their faces –" she sighed and scratched her shin. "Can I get dressed please?" she asked. Sam mumbled an ok and left but dean was a bit slower. "I'll be ok, I'll shout if I need you"

Once she closed the door behind them, she slid down on to the floor and tried to get her shaking under control, normally these things didn't bug her.

But it was different now, now she had some demons after her, and they could reach her anywhere, and she felt she totally lacked control.

She stood up and took a deep breath and started getting dressed.

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Dean paced the room. Sam watched him with one eyebrow raised. "You know, your going to wear a hole in the carpet if you keep pacing"

"Helps me think"

"Well right now, she needs us both settled, so we can think for her and be the calming influence" Sam told him.

Dean sighed and sat down on the bed. "Why do you think they want her?" he asked Sam.

"Her gifts maybe, I don't know, but what strikes me as strange is that she hasn't had a vision since she hooked up with us"

"Your having them for her, she gets the nose bleeds" dean continued his train of thought. They both looked up when she entered the room.

She sat herself cross legged on the bed, behind dean, against the head board. "Talking about me?" she asked.

"Just mentioning the fact that you don't have visions since you've been with us" Sam told her. Dean turned to her.

"And Sam having them for you, your having the nose bleeds" she nodded at this.

"Anything else on your mind?" dean asked her.

"No not really – just the fact that I want to get rid of them, so I can have a shower in peace" she leant forward and rubbed her head. She looked at Dean. "I don't know anymore, I really don't, it's like every day there is some new breed of evil out there" she closed her eyes trying to focus on her last vision, if there was anything she had missed.

They were headaches – these visions. But she missed them when she didn't have them. They had sort of grown on her. She opened her eyes and jumped off the bed. "I need a coffee, anyone for coffee?" she grabbed her jacket.

"sure I'll have one" sam told her. Dean got up intending to go with her.

But she stopped him. "honey you stay here and rest, you look tired"

"I'm not letting you go out there alone" he told her. She sighed, tears in her eyes. She wiped her eyes angrily.

"sorry I just – I hate being so mothered –"

"I know, so do I but I do it cause I care" he offered her a smile and they left to get coffee. Providing that was all they got, Sam thought, he didn't want them abducted by ghosts until he figured it out.

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sorry for the delay – been sick with flu and throat stuff………………….

More to come!