Emily Anne

by WinchestersWorld4

This is the story of Emily Anne Winchester. The little sister of Sam & Dean. The story explores how the dynamics of the show could change if a sister had been thrown into the mix. Emily is brave like Dean, intuitive like Sam, but has they eyes and temper of her daddy John. The story follows the show but has original bits as well.

79. Chapter 79

Author's Note: Oh you people must have the patience of an angel… I feel like every time I post another chapter I'm apologizing for taking so long. I just. Have a lot of life going on right now. Between wedding planning, personal issues, and even a bit of a medical issue recently… I have only been able to focus on little bits at a time. I am NOT giving up or walking away from this story, or you beautiful patient wonderful people. If you can just bear with me I'm not going anywhere. I promise. I'm so sorry. I love you all!

(Third Person POV)

Dean sat in the recliner as close to the bed as the nurses would allow him to, Emily slept peacefully through the night as the people ushered in and out of her room constantly. Beeping on and off continuously as her blood pressure would rise, but drop again suddenly. Her oxygen wavering as she became too sedated, and then back up as Dean attempted to wake her.

Sam, Bobby, and Judson all retreated to Bobby's for a sleepless night. Sam avoided Judson at all costs, and Bobby pulled himself away into the study. None of them slept for more than an hour or so of dozing, Sam constantly texted Dean throughout the night and vice versa. Judson laid awake on the couch, debating on whether or not coming clean to Emily was a mistake. Whether or not it was his fault she was in that hospital bed.

But like all nights this one ended, and as the sun began to rise Dean stirred awake at the sound of Emily's voice.

"Mmmm… De." She mumbled. Dean jumped up and was at her side in a fraction of a second.

"Em, can you hear me in there?" He asked as he noticed her eyes were still closed.

"Mmhmm." She nodded.

"You scared the hell out of us kiddo."

But she was asleep again before she even had the chance to respond. Dean kissed her forehead and sat back in the chair, dialing Sam.

"Hello?"

"Hey man, she woke up."

"What?! Is she okay? Is she awake?"

"She was for a second, she's back out now. But she woke up just a bit. Spoke a few words."

"Alright, we'll be there in half an hour."

"Bring food. This vending machine is crap."

"Yeah okay." Sam chuckled.

…..

(Emily's POV)

I began to hear voices, familiar voices. But they were muffled and distant. But I could hear them say my name… hear his name.

Chase.

The last thing I could remember was him taking me to the back of the bar. In the room, where he just asked me to close my eyes. Asked me to trust him. Told me I owed him. Told me it wouldn't hurt.

But it did. And then I felt all kinds of things.

I could barely remember the slap.

Barely remembered Judson and Dean coming through the door.

Judson.

His voice… it's one of the voices I was hearing. I focused on it, let it drag me to consciousness. Let it fill my ears.

"Jud." I whispered.

"Em?" His voice was closer now. His hands on my face.

I slowly pried me eyes open and met his. Green as the leaves on the tree and full of worry. I just stared at him without saying a word.

"What are you doing here?" I finally asked.

"I'm sorry Em. I didn't mean to push too hard. I didn't mean to freak you out."

"I know." I said looking back down.

"Dean." Judson said a little louder, looking towards the door. I follow his eyes over to where Dean and Sam rushed into the room. "She's awake."

"Em, hey." Dean said with a relieved laugh as he sat on the edge of the bed next to me. I smiled briefly and watched as Judson walked out of the room. Sam replacing his empty seat beside me. "How you feeling?"

"Confused." I mumbled.

"Need us to fill in some blanks?" Sam offered.

"I don't think I wanna know." I sighed, then I looked back to the door. "Where's he going?"

"I don't know. Probably leaving for a while. He said he would go once he knew you were okay."

"Go?"

"Yeah. We uh. We thought maybe all this would be a bit much for you right now. That you might need some space." Dean admitted.

"Oh."

"Do you want us to call him back?"

"Umm. I. I don't think so."

"Hey Em… can we ask you something?"

"I guess."

"What the hell happened kiddo? Why were you with that guy?"

I sat and thought for a minute or two. About all the emotions that had flooded me. About how I wasn't sure what was up and what was down. And then he just… he was there.

I buried my face in my hands in embarrassment.

How could I have been so stupid. Such a fucking idiot.

Why did I let him take me? Why did I let him drug me? Why did I EVER let him touch me.

Why couldn't I fight back. Why couldn't I defend myself… why didn't I want to.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, fighting back my emotions. "I'm so stupid."

"Emily. You are not a stupid girl. I'm just trying to figure out how we ended up here. This isn't a move you would make. This isn't you at all."

"He said I owed him."

The words were muffled between my hands.

"Emily you know better than that." Sam encouraged. "You. Don't owe anything to anyone. That guy took advantage of you. Used you. He had no right to ask anything of you."

"I'm sorry." Was all I could find to reply with.

"Em. You don't have to be sorry."

"But I am."

"Well. He's not going to be a problem anymore." Dean reassured me.

"… is he dead?"

"Yes."

"Another person dead because of me." I chuckled. "Bet the angles loved that."

"No. Not because of you… because he was a piece of shit."

"Can I just be alone for a while." I whispered.

"No. You can't." Dean answered angrily. I finally pulled my eyes up to his in surprise.

"De please."

"No."

"Dean.. maybe we shou-" Sam started.

"No. maybe we shouldn't Sam. What good does her being alone do? Huh? Do you want her wallowing in self pity some more? Do you want her alone while she's dealing with shit no one should have to deal with. Cause I don't. Obviously alone is not a productive thing for her. The three of us are in this together. Do you hear me? BOTH of you. WE will take this one. WE will figure out our next step. WE will beat this. Because we are family. And I'll be damned if I let anything come between that."

The room was silent. Dean's words sinking into my ears. Sam squeezed my and rubbed his thumb against my wrist.

"We get your ass stable. We get the hell out of this hospital. We meet with Judson so he can report back to his little bastard squad and then we get the hell out of dodge and get back to doing what we do best… hunting."

Dean stormed out of the room. Leaving Sam and I alone.

"You know he's just worked up because he's scared Em."

"I know."

"Em, look at me."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Honestly Sam. I'm so embarrassed and… ashamed. That I don't know how I'll ever be able to look you, Dean, or Bobby in the eye again."

"Em you don't have to be embarrassed. Or ashamed. You made a mistake. That's it."

"No… Sam. I got into that car with the smallest hint of hesitation. When he asked for my arm. I gave it. Willingly. I don't. I don't know why. It was just like… he knew me at a time when I wasn't myself. And as sick and twisted as it was Sam. He was there. He kept me on my feet… for a while anyways. And last night. When he showed up, I was on my way back but I was still feeling pretty lost. Pretty not myself. It was like I just obeyed him because it's what I was supposed to do. I LET him own me."

He looked at me with nothing left to say.

"So yeah… I'm pretty ashamed." I said as I rolled over and faced away from him.

….

"Alright, everyone got their shit?" Dean asked as he got in the car.

"Yeah." Sam answered.

"Em?"

"Yes." I answered softly, staring out the window.

"Good, let's get the hell out of here."

"Where are we going?"

"We've gotta meet up with the kid. He 'reported off' this morning and we have to meet with him to make sure it's all copasetic."

"Oh."

"I don't like it either, okay. But it's what we gotta do to keep the angles off our asses. We've just gotta grit our teeth and do it." Dean explained with frustration.

I didn't answer.

Just like I didn't answer the phone the last five times he's called. Just like I didn't reply to all his texts over the last two days. I wouldn't even come to see him when he showed up at Bobby's last night… because I can't.

I can't look him in the eye either. But not for the same reasons… I can't look him in the eye because it breaks my heart every single fucking time. Because it hurts so deep within me that I feel like I've lived a hundred years. And every single one of them was spent pining for him.

But I guess none of that matters now. Like Dean said… we have no other choice.

So I spent the next three hours that we drove towards the meeting point in silence. Trying to decide what I was going to say. How I was going to say it… what its going to feel like to be so close to him. What its like being under his gaze. Green eyes that I could literally melt into.

Dammit.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Liar.

Liar.

Liar.

He's a fucking liar!

… So why do I still miss him so damn much?

"Hey Em." Sam finally spoke. Pulling me away from my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I answered not looking at him. He didn't miss that I purposely kept my eyes away from his.

"You know you have to look at us eventually right?"

"Yes." I sighed.

"Emily we're not mad at you." Dean added.

"I know." … I wish you were. It would make this easier.

"So why are you cold shouldering us kiddo? Stop shutting us out, let us help."

"Okay."

"Okay?" Sam asked.

"Whatever you want me to do I'll do." I said still staring out the window.

"I want you to be you, Em."

"I'm trying."

"I know. So uh, anyways. I was gonna ask before we got there how long it was you wanted to stay."

"I guess however long we need."

"Well. I mean. Were you wanting to spend some time with him?"

"I'm not sure that's a good idea Sam."

"If you're not comfortable with it then by no means do you have to. I kinda don't want you to… I just. Wanted to give you the option. He seems pretty desperate to talk to you."

"Yeah. I know."

"You just hang by me kiddo, we'll get this over with short and sweet okay?" Dean reassured me.

"Okay." I mumbled, swallowing back the lump of emotion that built as we pulled into the parking lot of a diner and Judson's motorcycle came into view.

We parked, thankfully it was almost dark outside and so it wasn't unreasonable for me to be shaking, as I blamed it on 'the chill'. Dean slid off his jacket and put it over my shoulders, one arm around me as he led us in the door. In the corner in the back, with no one around, I spotted him, and damn he spotted me.

He stood instantly, staring at me as we walked towards him. Never even blinking as I finally looked away to slide into the booth next to Dean. Sam and Judson slid into the booth across from us. I picked up a menu and pretended to skim through it as the boys began their small talk.

"Can we just cut to the chase?" I asked not looking up. "What did they say?"

"They were conflicted about the situation, as always. Some used it in your defense, others argued it as another reason as to why you couldn't be trusted, stating that your unpredictability was evident in your most recent choices."

"What the hell makes them so damn high and mighty, huh? What they never made a bad decision?!" Dean barked.

"The wings, it's more of an ego boost than anything in my opinion." Judson admitted.

"Great. So what happens now?" Sam asked.

"Well, I have to report off again in a week. So if you guys catch a case and need a hand holler. I'll come by, grab something to report back with, and then I'll back off."

"Back off?" Dean asked.

"I told you… I'm not trying to push my luck. I'm just trying to protect her. So if I have to keep my distance for now to do that then I will."

"We gonna order or what? I'm starved." Dean said changing the subject. Then he leaned down to me. "You hungry?"

"Not really."

"You need to eat kiddo."

"Okay." I nodded. Dean sighed.

"Don't do it just because I asked, okay? I'm missing the real you right about now."

I looked up to him for just a moment and pushed a fake smile onto my face. He smiled back. But when I looked up to Judson, a smile was the farthest thing from his face. He looked up to me under his dark lashes, and there was pain.

Pain that made me want to reach out to him. Let him hold me, let him kiss me…

But I can't. I just. I can't.

So instead I moved my hands to my lap as they twist and turn uncomfortably. And I pull my eyes away from his.

"Hi, you guys ready?" The cheery waitress asked as she sashayed over to our table. I didn't even have the energy to give her hell over trying to flirt with the men at the table. I just kept my eyes on the menu until it was my turn.

"And for you sweetheart?" She asked me.

"Grilled cheese with pickles please." I said as I folded the menu and slid it over to Dean. She finished the orders and then walked away.

"I still don't see how you can eat that." Judson said with a wrinkled nose.

"Because it's good."

"Suuuure."

"Better than those nasty ass chili fries you're always eating."

"Ouch." He mumbled holding his hand over his heart. I rolled my eyes.

The rest of our meal was quiet. The boys ate. I actually really enjoyed my grilled cheese, and the waitress was overly attentive as always. We thanked her for clearing our plates, and then sat for a minute to digest.

"I think I'm gonna hit the head before we go." Sam said standing.

"Yeah, same." Dean moved to get up, then he stopped and looked at me. "… Need me to wait?"

"No De. It's fine." I told him. "It's only for a few minutes."

He nodded before sliding out of the booth and leaving towards the bathroom behind Sam. I watched until they were out of sight, and then I looked towards the inevitable.

"I called." Judson said looking down at the table.

"I know." I mumbled.

"I miss you."

"I miss you too." I admitted.

"We don't have to ya know… we could. Put this behind us. Or try to anyways. Emily I'd do anything…"

"I just can't do that right now."

"Em, please."

"Judson. I don't know how to do this, okay? I. I don't know how to just put everything that you said and did behind us. I mean, what could you possibly say or do that would change what you've already done? What can you do to prove to me that you didn't just fuck me for your job? I mean… I gave you so much. I gave you all of me. And you took advantage of that."

"Emily I swear. And I have never changed my story. Not once. I told you from the beginning and I'm telling you now… I didn't sleep with you for my job. I made love to you because I LOVE you. Because you are beautiful, and amazing, and it makes me sick to my stomach every morning I wake up and you're still mad at me. You still hurt, because of me."

"I'm sorry." I said looking down at my hands.

"No, Em… don't be sorry. I'm sorry. This is my fault, okay. I just. I wish you could let me back in."

Before I could respond Dean and Sam appeared back at the table.

"Alright. We ready to roll?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." I said sliding out and standing.

"Em, wait." Jusdon said reaching out for me. Sam and Dean both paused and looked down at his hand on my arm.

"Em, you wanna go?" Dean asked sternly. Giving me an easy out, but also the control to say no.

"I'll meet you in the car in a minute." I mumbled.

"Emily. You don't have to listen to this." Sam sighed.

"Sam, I'm fine."

"Okay." He surrendered.

Judson waited until Sam and Dean were out the door, then without warning he pulled me against his chest. Holding me there, his hands gently rubbing against the back of my head and my lower back. Just like he always did. It happened so fast I couldn't stop him… and quite frankly I didn't want to.

I missed this.

I longed for this.

I've wanted nothing more than to be closer to him for weeks now… but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Now that' I'm here I don't want to let go.

I don't want him to leave my sight for another minute.

"I'm so sorry baby." He whispered into my ear. I let my arms slide away from my chest and around his rib cage, squeezing him to me.

"I know." I mumbled back as tears threatened their way to the surface.

"I miss you so much."

"I miss you too, but… you can't stay with us right now."

"…Okay." He said as he squeezed me tightly, then he kissed the top of my head and let me go, walking out the door.

…..

I curled up in bed that night exhausted but not able to sleep. I tossed and turned, and tossed and turned. Wishing to either find sleep, or a monster under the bed so I can kill it and be distracted.

"Kiddo." Dean mumbled as he slung his arm over me. "I'll strap you to your half of the bed if you don't stop moving."

"I'm sorry. I'll get up." I said going to move, but he pulled me back down.

"What's wrong kiddo?"

"I think it'd be easier to answer what isn't wrong Dean."

"Eh, Winchesters never do the easy thing." He joked.

"De." I sighed. "I'm sorry I fucked up."

"Em, you've gotta stop this. You've apologized at least a dozen times already. I told you that I'm not mad at you. I don't hold it against you, okay? That guy used you, had you twisted. It's not your fault."

"… It is my fault Dean. I got in the car. I didn't fight. I let that guy run my life when you were gone. All of that was my decision."

"Emily, I wasn't here for that shit, but from what I understand it wasn't like you were in your right frame of mind. So I'm not sure it can really be your fault. I think you're being too hard on yourself."

"You just say that because you like to baby me."

"Yeah. I do… but that's not why I said that."

"I guess I just need some time."

"Okay… what about the boy? What was with that goodbye scene at the diner?" I pulled my eyes away from his, crossing my arms across my chest. "You miss him."

"Maybe."

"You know you can't lie to me." He teased in the dark.

"I shouldn't miss him… I shouldn't want him back. But I do. I am fucking stupid."

"You know, we teased you after you first told us that you loved the kid. And I didn't really buy into it, until after the ground fell from under you. And then I believed it. No one hurts that bad unless there was love involved. And love doesn't just go away… It changes people. It makes things hard."

"I don't want to love him anymore."

"I don't think it works that way kiddo."

"Why not?"

"Because the heart wants what the heart wants… and as much as I want to beat the ever living shit out of him on a daily basis for hurting you the way he did. I think he loves you too. And I think he knows he messed up."

"So what I'm supposed to take him back now?"

"That's your choice. There's not a 'supposed to' for things like this. There is just you, and him, and all the bullshit that stands between you. You have to decide if you can get past it or not, and if you can't then that's okay."

"I want to." I began to cry. "But I don't know how De."

"Shhhh… It's okay." He said as he wiped the tears off my face.

"I miss him so fucking much, but I can't bring myself to just get past it all. I mean… how do I know. I mean how do I REALLY know that he even wanted to be with me? How do I know he wasn't just using me… I feel like everything we ever had was a lie."

"I don't know kiddo… I don't know. That's the part of me that still wants to beat the living shit out of him. No one makes my girl cry. Not without paying for it."

"Why can't it just be easy?"

"Because then it wouldn't be worth it in the end… c'mon. Let's get you to sleep."

…..

"Why does the PD keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a lawyer." The guy said as he rolled his eyes before looking up to us.

"They're lining up the firing squad out there, we could help you Mr. Benson."

"I'm pleading guilty."

"All right, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. In fact it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just wanna understand what happened, that's all." Dean offered.

"What happened was, I killed my wife. You wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me."

"Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control?" Sam asked.

"Like something possessed you to do it maybe?" I asked immediately after.

"I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear." He sighed, tears coming to his eyes.

"Then why'd you do it?" I asked confused.

"I don't know. I loved her. We were happy."

I looked up at Dean and Sam, exchanging a frustrated glance. Dean pulled a paper form the file folder and laid on the table in front of him.

"Nine G's. That's a hefty bill." Dean nodded towards him.

"Where did you get that?"

"Doesn't matter. We have it. See, certain charges, ones you don't want the missus to know...they show up under shady names like 'M & C Entertainment'."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Like dropping plastic at a nudie bar for instance."

Of course Dean would be the one to know that.

"We just wanna know the truth, Mr Benson." Sam encouraged.

"Her name was Jasmine." He finally answered.

"She was a stripper?"

"Dude, her name was Jasmine." Dean shot at him, I bit my lip to hold back a chuckle.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, I don't like to go to strip bars. My buddy was having a bachelor party, and there she was."

"Jasmine." I repeated.

"She came right up to me. And...I dunno, she was just...perfect. Everything that I wanted."

"Well you pay enough and anybody will be anything." Dean reminded him.

"It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about the sex. It was...I dunno. I...I don't know what it was. It's hard to explain."

"And your wife found out?" I asked.

"No, she never had a clue."

"Then why'd you kill her?"

"For Jasmine. She said we would be together forever. If...if only Vicki was... Afterwards, me and Jasmine were supposed to meet and she never showed. I don't know where she lives, I don't know her last name, I don't even know her real first name! I'm an idiot."

"And you didn't think to tell this to the cops?" Sam asked.

"What for? The stripper didn't do it, I did it. And I know what I deserve. The judge doesn't give me the death sentence, I'll just do it myself."

"Mr. Benson. We're very sorry for your loss, but we believe you should seek out true justice for your wife, there is obviously some extenuating circumstances in your wife's death. You should really consider seeking counsel." I told him before we stood and left.

"Yikes." Dean groaned as we walked out of the police station.

"That poor guy is heartbroken." I sighed. "He probably would off himself right now if he had the chance."

"Yeah. He's definitely in bad shape." Sam agreed as he swung and arm over my shoulders. "How bout you?"

"I'm fine Sam." I smiled up at him.

It was odd, he and Dean had almost swapped places when it came to Judson. Dean was rational and logical. Sam however wanted to gouge his eyes out every time he looked at me. Nevertheless I love him all the same.

"Good, so where to now? I mean this is the third guy to kill his own wife."

"Strip club or hospital?" Dean asked.

"Hospital." I voted quickly. Strip clubs aren't exactly high on my list these days.

….

Sam and I entered the ME's office just as she lifted a couple of pills to her mouth and swallowed them.

"Rough night?" Sam asked her.

"Fun night. Rough morning." She countered. Sam chuckled. "Can I help you?"

"Ahhh...yes. Um, I'm Special Agent Stiles, FBI. And this is my field trainee Agent Nicks. You Doctor Cara Roberts?"

"Far as I know."

"You do some work with the Sheriff's department?" I asked.

"Yeah, when I'm not slogging it through the ER. It's a small town. We multi-task."

"Well, I have some questions about a case. About several cases actually. Do you mind if we sit?"

"Adam Benson, Jim Wylie, and Steve Snyder." Sam said as we all sat at the desk.

"Oh yeah, the men who killed their wives?"

"Yes. You handled their work-ups, right?"

"Autopsies for the wives and tox screens for the perps. Two-for-one special."

"You find anything?"

"Not really. I mean, c.o.d. on the women was pretty clear. There was nothing unusual in their systems."

"What about the husbands?" I asked.

"Can I...see your badge again?" She asked as she eyed me carefully. For some reason she seemed much more respondent to Sam.

"Sure." I smiled as I held it towards her with a smile. She looked at it closely, then at me again. I looked at her expectantly. She finally looked back towards Sam.

"There was one thing, um, an anomaly in the blood work. And I remember thinking how strange it was that it showed up in all three of the men. Oxytocin. And their levels were crazy high."

"Oxytocin?" Sam questioned.

"Mm-hmm, it's a hormone that's produced during childbirth, lactation and sex."

"Okay… that rules out two of the three." Sam blushed slightly.

"People call it the love hormone. Um, you know how it feels when you first fall in love. The whole weak in the knees, tattoo you on my chest thing? That's oxytocin." Well… at least I know what to blame it on now… thoughts of Judson flooded my brain. My stomach fluttered and my heart clenched. "Of course it eventually fades and then you're stuck with every relationship ever. That and the painful regime of tattoo removal."

"What would cause those high levels that you found?" I asked.

"Nothing that I've ever seen."

"Okay. That's it. Thanks Doc." Sam smiled as he stood and shook her hand, I moved towards the door to avoid the clearly unwanted interaction between Dr. Roberts and myself.

"By the way...try a greasy breakfast. Best thing for a hangover." Sam smiled as we exited the office.

"Watch it buddy, I'm the only M.D. here."

I waited till the door was closed to roll my eyes and make gagging noises.

"Oh shut up." Sam said as he slightly pushed me.

"She was a bitch."

"Only to you." He shrugged.

"Ha. Ha. I mean, I'm sorry I'm lacking a penis and all but I don't think I did anything to offend her?"

"Maybe you women can catch on to each other's level of bitchiness." He suggested.

"Did you just call me a bitch in the round about way?"

"C'mon. Dean's waiting."

"Mmmhhmm." I said as I pushed him back.

Once outside Dean pulled the impala up front to the door and picked us up, I slid into the front between the two of them and settled in as I reached up to turn down the radio.

"So Whylie and Snyder totally fessed up, huh?" I asked assuming Dean found the same results from the other two husbands.

"One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids' college fund, all on the same day."

"Live nude girls?" Sam asked.

"A club called 'The Honey Wagon'."

"These guys have affairs too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?" I asked.

"Yes and no. This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick."

"So, what? These girls all connected somehow?"

"Well, they all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way. Perfect, and everything that they wanted."

"Yeah, at least until dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives." I reminded him.

"There's that."

"You know, it's almost like they were under some kinda love spell."

"Sure seems that way."

"Which caused them to become totally psychotic?" I questioned.

"Absolutely." Dean smiled.

"You seem pretty cheery." Sam commented.

"Strippers, Sammy. Strippers. We're on an actual case involving strippers. Finally."

"You are so retarded." I said as I rolled my eyes. "Keep it in your pants."

"Well it's not like I gotta wife to knock off, so I should be safe."

"Dean! Seriously?!"

"What?"

"He is unbelievable." I commented to Sam who only laughed in agreement.

"So we going to the club tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah. We're gonna swing by and grab a room first."

"Okay." I nodded as I pulled out my phone which had 1 new text message waiting on it.

"… The kid?" Sam asked reading over my shoulder.

"Yes nosy. It's Judson." I tried not to watch him roll his eyes as I opened the message.

Judson: Hey sweetheart. How's the case?

Emily: Just took an interesting turn… strippers.

It was only a second before it buzzed again.

Judson: Strippers?

Emily: Something is tricking husbands into murdering their wives, and strippers are all we have in common.

"Speaking of the kid." Dean coughed. "I was thinking maybe you should hangback. I uh. I know what happened with the last strip club you were in."

"What?!" I turned and asked him.

"Well… I just think that maybe you should steer clear."

"Dean, I'm fine with it! I mean I'm not thrilled about it but I'll be fine."

"Yeah but why put yourself through that?"

"You don't think I can do the job?" I questioned him offended.

"Em it's not that at all." Sam chimed in.

"Oh so you two had this discussion already?"

"Emily we just don't want you to have to deal with that shit again, okay? That's it."

"That's why we're on our way to the motel before the strip club isn't it? To drop me off?" Neither of them responded. "Well fuck you too."

I picked up my phone and read my new message.

Judson: So what's the plan?

Emily: The plan is ditch Emily at the motel because her loud mouth boyfriend told her brothers about the strip club. Don't bother responding dick.

I placed my phone back in my pocket about the same time we pulled up to the motel. Dean slid out of the driver's seat to let me out, as I exited the car he reached for me.

"Em, wait."

"What?"

"Please don't be angry… you know you have always hated these places, and after what you went through there is no point in dragging you back into one."

"Dean, if there is something going on with the girls in the club, who the hell do you think was our best shot at finding that out?"

"Ha, ya see… it sounds like you were planning on going under cover in that place."

"Maybe I was Dean! Did you see that poor guy at the prison? He murdered his own wife and it destroyed him, he wants to die because he can't live with the guilt, and I don't want that to happen to anyone else. So yeah, Dean. As much as I didn't like it I was more than prepared to go in and do what needed to be done."

"It's not that I don't love you or admire you for that, Em. Cause I do. But I'm not putting you through that, and it would have been over my dead body to let you dress like that regardless of what did or didn't happen with the kid."

"Dean. 18. Mean's that you don't always get to be the boss anymore."

"Really? You're gonna pull that out now?"

"Whatever." I said as I stomped off and into the motel, slamming the door behind me. I waited until the sound of the engine faded into the distance before reaching into my duffle for my make up bag and my hair straightener. I went to work in the bathroom putting on some heavy eye make up and overly pink lip stick, then I ran the flat iron through my hair and left out for the nearest 'adult entertainment' store. There I purchased a very bedazzled bra and a pair of black boy-short underwear that were high waisted, high enough to cover my main scar. Then I grabbed a pair of thigh high black leather boots. They were pricey but damn they looked good. Fish net stockings to top off the look and I was out the door with all the goodies in tow. I hailed a cab and asked him to stop at the building around the corner so I could change before walking down the alley towards the back entrance the girls use to come and go.

The guard at the door didn't even blink as I approached, only stepped to the side to let me in. That tells me that this club must have a high turnover rate, meaning no one will question me being the 'new girl'. I found an empty mirror in the back room where all the girls get ready and touched up my lipstick.

"Glitter." Someone said from behind me, I swung and met a beautiful blonde who was eyeing me up and down.

"I'm sorry?"

"Glitter. It's what's missing. You got the rest of the look down."

"Oh.."

"Here, let me help." She said as she reached over me towards the mirror beside mine and grabbed a spray bottle, then she began spraying my torso, arms, and partially exposed legs with some sort of spray glitter.

"There. Now you'll really sparkle." She smiled.

"Thanks… uh"

"Stella." She smiled.

"Right, Stella." I laughed catching onto the fact that it was her stage name.

"I'm Silver." I smiled.

"Silver, I like that one… much more original than Rose." She said as she eyed the red head across the room.

"So, uh. Stella. I'm new, what's the rules in this place?"

"Well. Don't poach. If a girl's working a crowd then she's laid claim to it. Now if they approach you then they're fair game. Also- the lockers on the end are shared clothes, you can borrow anything inside as long as you wash, dry, and replace it. But the others are personal and not to be borrowed."

"Oh. Okay. Umm… is there, any extra deals going on? I just moved to town and I'm flat broke, I could really use the extra cash if there's any side gigs available."

"I'm sorry… I don't understand?"

"Um. Forget I asked." I stuttered nervously. "Thank you for the glitter."

"Sure, good luck!"

"Thanks." I smiled as I moved on from her and began to wander the building. Hoping to run into Jasmine maybe. It helped that most of the girls were wearing name tags as they served drinks on the floor. Only the girls on stage at the time were lacking them. I also scanned the floor for Sam and Dean, knowing that they're here by now. But no sign yet.

I moved across the floor until I ran into someone, someone very tall, dark, and handsome.

"Hi." He smiled.

"Hi." I said then attempted to keep moving.

"Whoa, wait a second baby, how bout I buy you a drink."

"Uh, I'm recovering. Can't drink." I lied shyly.

"And you chose this place for a job as a recovering alcoholic?"

"Well. If you can't beat the temptation then have you really beat the addiction?"

"Fair point." He nodded. "How about a conversation instead?"

"Okay." I surrendered as I sat down across from him.

"You must be new, I don't recognize you."

YES, a regular!

"I'm guessing you come here often." I smiled.

"Yes."

"A man like you doesn't have a pretty woman at home?"

"A woman like you can't make money another way?"

"Ouch. Point made." I cringed.

"Sorry, just. Making the point that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover."

"Okay, Mr. Bookworm."

"The name is Eric, and you are?"

"Silver." I smiled.

"Silver, what brings you here?"

"New in town, need to make some fast cash, I used to strip and I know I can get on my feet a little quicker if I'm willing to shut up and pop on the heels for a month or two."

"Well welcome to town, I hope it's treating you well."

"It was… but."

"But?"

"Well… I was supposed to meet a girl named Jasmine here, do you know her?"

"Uh, no. I don't think there's anyone here by that name."

"Are you sure?" I asked confused.

"She told me she worked here, that's how I got the job."

"Sorry Silver. I know every girl in here by name, fake and real name." He said as he pulled out his security badge. SHIT.

"Nice. Undercover security staff, secure without drawing too much attention."

"The bosses don't like the intimidation factor of the guards being in uniform."

"So instead you wear jeans and a sport jacket."

"We blend." He countered.

"So Jasmine really doesn't work here?"

"No ma'am. I'm not sure who you spoke to."

"What about Aurora, or Ariel?"

"What is this the Disney princess club?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Jasmine, Aurora, Ariel? All Disney princesses."

Damn… how did I not see that.

"Well I was always a Pocahontas girl myself." I smiled.

"I'm not partial to any, women are beautiful, Disney makes no exception."

"So Eric, can I ask you another question…"

"Sure?"

"There was a rumor going around my apartment building that there have been some clients from this club that have murdered their wives recently, do you know much about that?"

"You sure do know a lot for being the new girl in town." He eyed me.

"Well I wasn't going to walk into a strange club without asking around about it first. Obviously my sources weren't too reliable since I didn't even get a real name."

"Well… your source was right about then men. Although I don't know what the hell happened… none of my girls were servicing them on those nights. I looked into it."

"Well. I guess that means it's safe for me to stick around."

"Sure thing… Silver."

"Emily." I winked at him while I walked away.

Great… strippers are out of the question. Now what.

"EMILY!"

I froze in my tracks. FUCK.

"Dean?" I turned and replied. He and Sam fuming, even in the dark I could see the red flush on their face.

"You are so fucking dead. CAR! Now!" Dean screamed at me over the music. I sighed and rolled my eyes as I walked towards the back room and grabbed my bag and my clothes. When I walked back out of the room Dean was standing there, holding out his jacket for me to put on.

I put it on silently and he escorted me out with a hand on my back the entire time. Sam had the car pulled up to the front entrance and Dean opened the back door for me, then he and Sam swapped places.

"Sooo…" I said in the awkward silence. "I got some information."

Neither of them responded.

"It's not one of the strippers… they're clean. Well. Not clean but… not guilty."

"It's a siren." Sam then spoke up.

"Oh." I mumbled. "Well did you catch onto the fact that all of the women have Disney princess names?"

"What?!" Dean asked in annoyance.

"All of the women the men spoke of… they were named after Disney princesses."

"How is that even relevant?"

"I don't know Dean… it's just information."

"Great. Great… so you dressed like a whore and came back with Disney princesses. Are you happy now?"

"Oh fuck you! You know what Dean if you hadn't left me out of this then I wouldn't have had to do this on my own!"

"I told you I didn't want you in that club and I meant it dammit! I didn't want you to do that, I didn't want you to lower yourself like that!"

"Why Dean?! I helped the case, so what if I had to wear some boots and a bra to do it?!"

"BECAUSE I FEEL GUILTY ENOUGH!" He screamed.

I sat in silence for a moment before answering.

"Dean, what I did when I was with Judson wasn't your fault. It wasn't your choice. It wasn't on you. It was on me."

"No, you did that to get me out of hell. You did that for me whether you want to admit it out loud or not, and it makes me sick to my stomach. So from this point forward I'm telling you… no more clubs. You promise me right here, right now. You will NOT go back to any strip club under any circumstances."

"Dea-"

"Promise. Me."

"Fine… I promise."

….

"Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren vic." Sam said as he came through the door of the motel where De and I were still in pajamas and eating cereal in front of the TV.

"You get in to see him?" I asked with a mouth full of captain crunch.

"Yep. He brought home a stripper named Belle. Coupla hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA."

"Another Disney princess!" I shouted.

"Wait, he killed his mom?" Dean asked.

"The woman he was closest too."

"Yikes… poor guy." I added, then Sam's phone began to ring in his pocket.

"Hey Bobby." Sam said putting it on speaker.

"Sam. You find her yet?"

"Ahhh, no. And, uh, it doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. You got anything?"

"Well, some lore from a dusty Greek poem. Shockingly, it's a little vague. It says you need "a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a sailor, under the spell of the song."

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked.

"You got me. We're dealing with 3000 years of the telephone game here." Bobby answered annoyed.

"Best guess?" I asked.

"Well, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song. It's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood."

"And makes them go all Manchurian Candidate. Uh, what do you think, she infects the men during sex?" Sam asked.

"Maybe."

"Supernatural STD." I shrugged.

"Well, however it happens, once it's done the siren's gotta watch her back. She gets a dose of her own medicine..."

"It kills her." Sam finished catching on.

"Like a snake getting iced by its own venom."

"So we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJs in jail?"

"Not that easy. None of those guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're going to get the blood you need."

"I think I might have an idea." Sam then smiled.

"Be careful. These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit ya. Emily you keep these boys on their toes."

"Yes sir Uncle Bobby!" I smiled as I patted Dean's head, he shot me a clever bitch face in return.

…..

As we entered the hospital I knew that Sam was more than willing to visit with the doc lady again… and I hated the idea of it. I mean really? What the hell did I do to her?

"Dr. Roberts." Sam smiled as we entered. Dean in tow this time.

"Agent Stiles. Can't stay away, huh?"

"Actually, uh, we're here on business. About the blood samples. The ones with the high...you know...oxytocin?" I cut her off.

"You still have them?" Sam asked as she sent me an unamused look.

"Mm-hmm."

"Good, we need them."

"What for?"

Just as Sam was fixing to answer a man came in and interrupted.

"Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?" He called out.

"Yeah?"

"Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here, buddy." Dean said flashing his FBI badge.

"Yeah, so am I, pal." The man responded as he too lifted up an FBI badge…. OH SHIT.

"Doc, can you give us a sec, please?" Sam asked calmly, she smiled as she backed away.

"What's your name?" Dean asked him.

"Nick Munroe. What's yours?"

"I'm Special Agent Sam Stiles, this is my partner Dean Murdoch. What office are you from?" Sam answered.

"Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit. My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders. Who's the girl?"

"Agent Nicks, well… agent in training for the time being. I'm on parole for ruining my last case." I answered shyly.

"What office are you guys from?"

"D.C. Our Assistant Director assigned us."

"Oh, which AD?"

"Mike Kaiser." Sam smiled.

"What are your badge numbers?"

"You're kidding, right?" Dean responded.

"I'm just following protocol."

"Look man, whatever. Just call our AD, he'll sort things out." Sam said sliding him a card. He quickly dialed the number on the card, who would call straight to Bobby's FBI line.

"Yeah, Assistant Director Kaiser, please…. Yes, sir. Hello. It's Agent Nick Munroe. I'm calling about two of your men. Stiles and Murdoch? Uh, it seems that they and their trainee have been put on my case by mistake?" There was a pause and then a shift in his posture. "No, no, no, sir. I'm not questioning... Ahhh, no sir."

The man set the phone down and turned to face us.

"I'm sorry, guys." He kindly nodded as he handed us back the card.

"Just don't let it happen again." Dean smiled.

"Where are you at with this?"

"Where are you at with this?"

"Well, I was just about to run the, uh, perps' bloodwork."

"I already checked, dead end." I smiled.

"Oh yeah? And do your partners agree? No offense… but you did just say you blew your last case."

"Yeah. We agree." Sam backed me up.

"But get this. I feel like I found something that, uh, connects all the murderers."

"Really?"

"They were all banging strippers...from the same club."

"You don't say!" Dean said faking his shock.

"What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out?"

"Well, here's the thing, Nick. See, we're kinda lone wolves..." Dean started, but was cut off by Sam.

"You know what, that sounds like an excellent idea. Just... just give me a second with my partner and we'll, uh...one sec." Sam then turned to face Dean and I with his back to Munroe. "Dude, you gotta stay with him."

"What? Why? Let's just get rid of him." I asked.

"Keep him outta the way."

"Why me?" Dean whined.

"Cause I gotta get the blood samples, and we agreed Emily wasn't going back to the club."

"What the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

"Just take him to the strip club...keep an eye out for the siren. Come on, Dean, just... just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there!"

"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for the girls." Dean caved as he walked away.

"Alright, let's go get blood." Sam nodded.

"Scratch that… You go get blood. The lady doesn't like me Sam. We're more willing to get somewhere if you go in alone. She likes you."

"Well what are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna double back to the motel. Try and dig into the files and see what we're missing here."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay… get a cab. Don't walk. And Let me know when you get there."

"Okay, be careful."

"You too."

I hailed a cab outside of the hospital and had them take me back to the room, but when I opened the door I nearly shit myself pulling my gun.

"FUCK!... Don't scare me like that!" I yelled as I found Judson sitting on the bed waiting.

"Sorry." He said as he stood.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I just… came to see if you needed any help."

"No. You've done enough." I said as I pushed past him.

"Emily… please. I told Dean that stuff when he first came back. I didn't know it was going to end up cock blocking you on a case, and I didn't really MEAN to tell him. I just got carried away in the argument."

"… You argued with Dean over me?"

"Well. If you count standing around yelling at each other as arguing then yes."

"Bet that didn't get you very far."

"No. But it made my point."

"What else does Dean know…"

"Everything. Dean knows everything that happened while he was gone."

"Great." I sighed. That's what he meant by feeling guilty enough as it is.

"I'm sorry babe. I thought you knew that already. Or I would have given you the heads up."

"Don't call me that." I pouted as I sat down at the table in front of the case files, flipping through the papers.

"Okay." He nodded as he sat down across from me. "You're sleeping better."

"What?"

"Your eyes… they're not as dark. Which means you're sleeping better."

"I guess." I shrugged.

"It's good."

"… This is awkward." I sighed as I put my face down in my hands.

"It doesn't have to be."

"Well what is it supposed to be Judson?!"

"It's supposed to just be me and you… together." He said as he came over and sat directly beside me, reaching out to put his hand on my knee. I didn't have the strength to push it away.

"It's not the same." I whispered.

"It could be baby."

"… I miss you."

"Then let me come home to you. Let me stay."

"How am I ever supposed to trust you again? How am I supposed to believe anything we had was real?"

"Because you can't fake something like that Em, I can't pretend to fall apart when you touch me, or pretend to love the way your body feels underneath mine. That was all real… for both of us."

I shook my head and stared down at my hands, then before I could stop him his lips were on mine, his hands holding my face. Not that I would have to the ability to pull myself away even if he wasn't… I was the one that melted under his touch. Became compliant in any way shape or form when he was beside me, his body against mine.

In a move of stupidity and quite frankly overrun by hormones I pulled his shirt off and let him pick me up, carrying me over to the bed, where I laid beneath him willingly as he ripped off my clothes. His mouth covering my neck, my breasts… then my stomach.

But in a moment of clarity and fear I awoke from the place of pleasure.

"WAIT!" I said sitting up and pushing him away.

"What? What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes held more concern than I had ever see them hold before. As if he was scared he was hurting me.

"I don't know if I can do this…" I said as I took in short breaths.

"Okay." He nodded, then pulled me against his bare chest. Skin on skin… it was a healing sensation. To just lay beside him, the stiff sheets of the motel bed pulled over us. No words. No noise. Just the purity of how it felt to be with him again.

Until the silence became to much.

"I don't know how to be us again." I admitted against his neck.

"We'll figure out."

"What if we can't? What if it's never like it was… what if I can't be with you anymore?"

"Do you want to be with me?" He asked as he lowered his face to lay nose to nose.

"I miss you… I don't want to be with anyone else."

"Why is it so hard for you to just say yes?"

"Because… yes holds a lot of commitment. And trust. And I don't know that I can trust you again."

"That's okay… I understand."

"How are you just okay with that?" I asked annoyed at his kindness. I kind of missed jackass Judson.

"Because I know I fucked up."

"Well I'm sick of you just being nice all the time!" I lashed out. "It's not you! It's not us…"

"Well what do you want me to do? Come in here, strip you naked, and then pick a fight?"

"Yes!" I said irritated. "No… I don't fucking know okay!"

"Well how the hell am I supposed to give you what you want when you don't even know what you want?!" He asked back clearly offended.

"You just are."

"Well I don't read fucking minds Em, I don't know how to make you believe me okay? I don't know how to force you to trust me again! I'm not in your head."

"Well you used to be!" I said feeling myself get emotional. "You knew EXACTLY what to say to get to me… to make me open up to you. Make me talk to you. You played me like a fucking violin, Judson…"

"Em. I can't apologize for knowing you that well… okay. Look when I was assigned to y-"

"Can you please stop saying shit like that! God… it makes me sick!" I said as I began to put on my clothes again. "I feel like some kind of fucking homework assignment!"

"But you're not! Dammit… Em. I don't know how to fix this okay?! I don't! I studied you, and learned about you… I've been watching you since the day Sam died. I can't apologize for that. Because I wouldn't take any of it back… Getting to know you. Has been the best experience I've ever had."

"Oh shut up!"

"No! I watched you grieve…first over Sam. The way you cried over his body for hours, how the entire world stopped for you; then over learning of Dean's deal. The way it destroyed you, the way it shook the foundation of your life. I watched you discover your abilities piece by piece and learn to control them. I watched how determined, and passionate, and fucking stubborn you can be on a case. How you truly love the idea of helping people, and it means something to you… the way it hurts you to lose someone on a case. Em. I see you. All of you… and I can't imagine anyone else on the planet that is more capable of beating this… this thing inside of you. The angels may not have faith in you, but they don't know you."

"It's too much." I whispered.

"Maybe it is… but not for you."

Just then Dean busted through the door. Taking in a half dressed Judson, and mostly dressed me.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked as he came through the door.

"Dean. Please…"

"No, what the fuck is he doing here alone with you? And where the hell are the rest of his clothes!"

"He just came to talk, Dean. Okay… Just. He's leaving okay!"

"Talk? Does he have to take his clothes off to talk?"

"Are you going to keep talking about me like I'm not here?" Judson asked.

"JUST GO!" Dean and I both shouted at him at the same time. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his shirt, walking out the open door, Dean slammed it behind him.

"What the hell kiddo?! Did I seriously just walk in on this?"

"Dean. We weren't having sex, we didn't just finish having sex, and we weren't about to have sex… what you walked in on was an argument. Okay?"

"I still don't understand why his clothes have to be off for you to argue."

"DEAN! Drop it…"

"Whatever. We gotta call Sam."

"Why what's up?"

"Because, Agent Munroe got something we missed."

"Is it the Disney Princesses?!"

"What?! No… will you get off that already!"

"Well then what?"

"There were flowers left at each crime scene."

"Flowers?"

"These flowers to be exact." Dean said as he held up one in a baggy. It took me a moment to realize where I recognized them from… Dr. Robert's office.

"Oh my god… Sam."

Dean was already ahead of me dialing Sam's number on speaker.

"Sam! Where the hell have you been? I've called you like ten times."

"With Cara."

"Oh, it's Cara now? And you're not picking up your phone?"

"We were trying to find the blood samples – someone stole 'em."

"Yeah, I bet!" I scoffed.

"What's that supposed to mean? Wait…when did you get with Em?"

"Just now but hey listen, Nick found flower petals at the crime scenes. Hyacinths." Dean explained.

"So?"

"Hyacinths? Mediterranean. From the island where the whole friggin' siren myth started in the first place."

"Ok?"

"Sam, Cara had hyacinth flowers!" I yelled at him.

"You think Cara's the siren?"

"Well, I did a little checking up on her. She's only been in town for two months." Dean responded.

"Yeah. And?"

"And she has an ex-husband. A dead ex-husband, Carl Roberts. Dropped like a stone, no warning. Supposedly a heart attack."

"Well, maybe it was a heart attack."

"You're kidding me… Did you have sex with her?!" I questioned him.

"What! No… Look, I just don't think it's her."

"And what makes you so sure?" Dean asked.

"I dunno, a hunch."

"A hunch? I'm giving you cold hard facts here and you're giving me a hunch?... Did you sleep with her?"

"No." Sam argued.

"Holy crap. You did. Middle of Basic Instinct and you bang Sharon Stone? Sam, you could be under her spell right now!"

"I told you he fucked her." I said crossing my arms.

"Dude, I'm not under her spell."

"Unbelievable, man. I just don't get it."

"What?"

"Nothing." Dean said shaking his head.

"No. Say it."

"No, It's just...first it's Madison, and then Ruby, and now Cara. It's like... what is with you and banging monsters?"

"Dean, I'm telling you, it's not Cara. I feel fine."

"I'll bet you do."

"You don't trust me?"

Uh oh.

"No. Because this could be the siren talking."

"Look, tell me where you are, I'll come meet you and we'll figure things out."

"No."

"Are you serious?"

"I wish I weren't. I gotta handle this, Sam. By myself."

Dean hung up the phone and stormed out the door.

"De! Wait… I'm coming with you."

"No. You're not."

"What?! What did I do! I didn't fuck the siren."

"I can't trust you either! I walk in and you're fixing to bang the angel bitch!"

"Dean! That's not true and you know it!"

"I don't want to hear it, I'll just do this shit myself."

Dean slammed the door to baby as he jumped in and peeled out. Taking off.

"Fucking asshole." I mumbled as I dialed Sam.

"Hey, what the hell?" He answered.

"I don't know! He ditched me too… I'm on my way to you."

"Okay. I'll meet you here."

As I hailed a taxi for a ride I sent a quick message to Bobby.

E: Shit's hitting the fan, I know you said you were close by. I think we need the extra hands.

And then one more.

E: Jud- don't go far. If you don't hear form me in three hours, come looking.

J: Em, why don't I just come now.

E: Deans pissed. Emergency only.

J: Please don't do anything stupid.

Well he doesn't know me well at all.

….

"Hey." Sam said as I walked into the hospital lobby and met him.

"So." I said cautiously. "You don't have any urge to off me right now do you?"

"Seriously?" He said giving me the bitchface.

"Look you're the one who banged the possible siren!"

"Emily, I'm me okay. I'm not going to try and off you, I'm not under some spell. I'm clear and level headed."

"Unlike someone else I know." I groaned.

"Yeah. No kidding. What the hell was his problem?"

"Well… he kinda walked in on Judson and I." I admitted.

"Judson?!" Sam asked angrily. "What the hell was he doing here?"

"He came by to help."

"So what exactly did Dean walk in on?"

"An argument he thought was the end of a sexcapade."

"Fuck Em… why would you even be alone with him right now?!"

"Sam! Please don't."

"Fine. Later, cause this isn't over."

"Fine… So what about Dean."

"I don't know. He went to the strip club with the FBI guy…"

"And then he came busting into the apartment spewing about the flowers."

"You don't think maybe somebody at the strip club got ahold of him do you?" Sam asked cautiously.

"Well. I mean. He didn't attack me… he seemed a little out of his mind but he wasn't out to murder anyone but the siren."

"I don't know. Somethings off."

"Well where can we find him?"

"I don't know. Lets go back to the motel so I can get changed and then we'll see if maybe he pops back up, do you know if we can get ahold of the FBI agent."

"I don't know. Bobby would have his number maybe? Since he called him."

"Good idea. I'll call Bobby on the way."

As we pulled up in the motel an odd site caught my attention.

"Sam. He's here?" I said as I pointed out the impala.

"What? Why wouldn't he just answer the phone then."

"I don't know… I got a funny feeling about this."

"Okay. Listen. I'm going in. He doesn't know we're together, and if he is under some kind of spell you can't go anywhere near him. So stay here, get something to kill this bitch out of the trunk, and wait for me signal."

"What signal."

"Either I'll yell or you'll hear me getting my ass kicked. Figure it out."

"Thanks." I said shooting him bitch face as he approached the door.

I waited until he walked in and then slid to the window to watch.

"Nick. What are you doing here?" Sam said as the door shut behind him and I barely caught the sight of Agent Munroe on the bed. But suddenly Dean jumps Sam and holds him with a knife to his throat.

SHIT SHIT SHIT.

"Dean!" Sam grumbled. Then he looked up to Munroe. "I gotta tell you. You're one fugly ass stripper."

"Well, maybe. But I got exactly what I wanted. I got Dean."

WHAT? He's the siren?! … How does he tie into Disney Princesses?

"Dean, come on man, this isn't you. You can fight this. Let me go." Sam tried to talk him into it.

"Why don't you cut him? Just a little, on his neck right there." Munroe sweet talked. Dean quickly obliged, and my body began to tingle. My senses all on edge. I don't know how much longer I can wait, but I don't want to blow my position just yet. "Dean's all mine."

"You poisoned him."

"No. I gave him what he needed. And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string. It was you. A little brother that looked up to him, that he could trust. And now he loves me. He'd do anything for me. And I gotta tell you, Sam, that kind of devotion? I mean, watching someone kill for you? It's the best feeling in the world."

"Is that why you're slutting all over town?"

"Ahh. I get bored, like we all do. And I wanna fall in love again. And again...and again."

"I'll tell you what. I have fought some nasty sons of bitches, but you are one needy pathetic loser."

"You won't feel that way in a minute." Munroe said as he stood and leaked toxins down Sam's lips and chin. FUCK. Should gone in…

"So I know you two have a lot you wanna get off your chests. So why don't you discuss it? And whoever survives can be with me forever."

Oh HELL no. I stood prepared to kick in the door when Dean's voice caught my attention.

"Well, I don't know when it happened. Maybe when I was in hell. Maybe when I was staring right at you. But the Sam I knew, he's gone."

"That so?" Sam laughed.

"And it's not the demon blood or the psychic crap. It's the little stuff. The lies. The secrets. The way you treated Em."

"Oh, yeah? What secrets? And I may have hurt her physically but its nothing compared to the emotional damage you did to her."

"The phone calls to Ruby for one."

"So I need your say-so to make a phone call?"

RUBY?!

Oh that's fucking it! I kicked in the door with my gun raised straight at Munroe. My fingers and toes tingling as I fought to hold back my abilities.

"Sorry to crash your party, but you can't either of my brothers."

"Oh sweetheart. You just don't know." Munroe laughed. "Boys… kill her."

I looked between Sam and Dean, who both stared at me intently as they approached me on either side.

"Dean… Sam. Don't do this." I said backing myself up to the wall so no one could get behind me.

"You stupid little bitch." Sam mumbled. "Always standing in my way."

"Always whoring around with the boy." Dean added.

"You don't mean that… neither of you." I told them. "SNAP OUT OF IT FUCKERS!"

They both lunged for me at the same time, causing me to drop my gun and raise a hand to each of them. They stopped in their tracks and their feet lifted off the ground as red haze flowed around them.

"Whoa! Look at you!" Munroe cheered. "That. Is just… amazing. What are you?"

"I'm not playing this game with you." I growled at him. "Let them out of the spell!"

"Hmmm. No. I don't think I will. I'd rather watch you kill them and then keep you for myself." He said as he walked up and picked up my gun, holding it to my forehead.

"Kill them." He told me.

"Never." I said before spitting in his face. I gave a sideways glance to my brothers, who had began to struggle for air… I have to drop them soon.

"Oh you little bitch." Munroe said as he wiped his face.

"Nothing little about it fuckface." I said as I dropped both of my brothers and knocked the gun out of his hands. They fell to the ground, and spent a moment catching their breath, Munroe lurched for the gun on the ground, and somehow managed to grab it before I could kick it.

Dean and Sam were inches away from me so I threw my hands up again, but just as I did I could hear the sound of a gun go off. Everything felt still. The room around me silent. But coming towards me was a bullet. I stared at it as it moved closer and closer to my face, and then I closed my eyes, and everything became real again as the wind blew on my face… but the bullet was nothing more than dust.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. Did I just do?

"What the hell?" Munroe said as he stood. He looked at the gun in his hands and dropped it, yelling and charging me, knocking me into the wall and causing me to drop Sam and Dean to the ground again.

The siren and I fought momentarily, before someone grabbed me off of him and wound their arm around my neck in a choke hold. Dean. I'd recognize that arm anywhere. Then in front of me stood Sam with an axe…

My vision blurred. But I fought through it in my last burst of energy and threw Dean backawards, pinning him to the wall, then I pulled a knife from my boot and stabbed Sam in the shoulder as he swung and I dodged the axe. I lunged before Munroe could realize what was coming and tackled him, thrusting the knife straight into his heart.

He died within seconds, and I fell over backwards to catch my breath.

Sam and Dean quickly came to, and before I knew it Dean was hovering over me.

"Hey… you in there Kiddo?"

"Uh huh." I nodded still trying to catch my breath. Dean pulled me to sit up and rubbed a hand over my back as I fought to fully refill my lungs.

"Em." Sam called out. "Did you stab me?"

"Uh huh." I said before falling back to the ground.

"Well." Bobby's voice cut through the air. "Looks like I was late to the party."

"Bobby." I sighed. "Next time drive faster."

"Sorry Darlin." He smiled as he helped Dean pull me to stand. "What the hell happened to you?"

"He choked me." I said pointing to Dean. "Because this bastard was trying to get them to kill me." I said then pointing at the dead siren.

"Well. I think you boys owe your sister one hell of an apology."

"She stabbed me." Sam scoffed.

"Yeah to kill the siren!" I argued. "You were gonna decapitate me with a fucking axe!"

"She's got you there." Dean nodded.

"Whatever."

…

We leaned against Baby as Bobby passed out beer… and root beer. I put my phone back in my pocket after assuring Judson that everyone survived without more than a scratch… or stab wound.

"Thanks." Sam nodded.

"Soda?" Dean asked as he got a root beer as well.

"You're are driving, aren't ya?" Bobby asked him. Dean rolled his eyes and caved.

"Thanks for coming uncle Bobby. We appreciate the help." I said as he handed me mine.

"Well, I wasn't much help. Sounds like you had it under control."

"Eh, I wouldn't go that far. Just got lucky I think…. But there was one thing."

"What?" Dean asked.

"Um… I. Uh? Turned a bullet into… dust? I don't know."

"What?" Bobby asked. "You mean like you crushed one?"

"I mean that the siren got my gun, and fired it, and it was like everything was still for a moment. And I could see the bullet moving, and right before it got to me I closed my eyes, and then there was just a gust of air that blew on my face… and when I opened my eyes there were just shiny dust particles falling around my face."

"Are you sure?" Bobby asked carefully.

"I had both my hands full trying to hold off these idiots, and he fired the gun. I heard it, I saw it… I don't know what happened."

"You're abilities are advancing." Sam said grimly. "That's gotta be it."

"Have you told this to Judson?" Dean asked.

"Not yet. Think I should?"

"I don't know that you have a choice darlin." Bobby admitted.

"I'll do it later."

"Well. I gotta hit the road. You three gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, we're good." Sam smiled.

We watched and sipped as he drove away.

"You gunna say goodbye to Cara?" Dean asked.

"Nah, not interested."

"Really? Why not?"

"What's the point?"

"Well, look at you. Love 'em and leave 'em." I mocked.

"Hey Em… you know we didn't mean any of that stuff back there. At least. I know I didn't, Dean. It was just the spell.

"Of course, me too Em."

"I know… are we all good? I mean. You two?"

"Yeah. We're all good." Dean nodded.

"Okay. Can we get the hell out of this place?" I asked.

"Sure. Where we going?" Dean asked as we all slid into the impala.

"Anywhere but here."