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Two days later

Bobby made breakfast for everybody and he sets everything on the table. Sam walks in half-asleep, rubbing his eyes as he sat down. "Morning, Sam. Coffee?"

Bobby asked and Sam nods. Bobby pours coffee into a mug and passes it to Sam.

Dean walks in from outside, wiping his hands into the cloth. He's covered in dirt and grease.

"Morning, Bobby. Breakfast looks good," Dean says, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Bobby nods and sat down, fixing himself a plate.

Dean also fixes himself a plate too and sat down.

They ate breakfast in silence until Dean notices the seat next to Bobby was empty. "Where's Emma?" Dean asks, putting down his fork.

Bobby sighs heavily and sipped his coffee. "I checked on Emma this morning and she said that she wasn't hungry. I tried to persuade her to come down but she got mad and ignored me. So I'm leaving her alone for a while then I'll check back on her."

Dean sighed in frustration. "It's been two days since we got here and she hasn't even got out of the bed. Are you sure she's not hungry?"

"I'm pretty sure, Dean. Now, let's not worry about her because I think she'll come down eventually, starving." Bobby says and smiled gently.

Dean nods and went back to eat his breakfast. Sam glances at Bobby and noticed Bobby's worried look.


Tonight

They gathered again for dinner and Dean glances at the empty seat. Sam notices Dean's glance. "Bobby, did you talk to Emma tonight?" Sam asks and took a sip of his beer.

Bobby took a bite of his burger and nods. "I talked to her while cooking dinner and she didn't want to eat. I'm concerned but I can't seem to persuade her to eat. She did ask for a broth though and drank it in front of me quickly. She said that we need to leave her alone and just let her be."

Booby sits back and stretches his arms out, putting his hands behind his neck. "I can't do anything and I hate to see Emma like this, guys. Maybe one of you can talk to her?"

"Okay. First, a broth is not real food, and second of all, I'll speak to her." Dean says, throwing his napkin on his plate. Sam notices Dean's attitude and turn to him.

"Dean, be nice. I know you're frustrated and annoyed with Emma but she's delicate now. Be nice..." Sam says and Dean scoffs at him. "Don't worry about me. Just worry about Emma."

Dean says then stood up. He makes her a plate then went upstairs. He knocks on the door and waited for Emma to respond. There was a silence. He opens the door gently and it was dark inside.

Dean walks in slowly so he wouldn't trip or walk into things because of the darkness. He found a lamp and turns it on. Emma was on her side, asleep. Dean puts the plate down on the table side and sits at the edge of her bed.

"Emma?" Dean whispers, touching her arm. Emma moans and looks at Dean sleepily. "Dean? What's wrong?" Emma asks, groggy from her sleep

"Oh nothing's wrong. I got you some food." Dean says, showing her the plate. Emma groans and turns back on her side.

"I'm not hungry, Dean. Thank you, though." Emma says, half-sleep.

Dean sighs and put the plate back. "Emma, you need to eat. It's been three days and you haven't eaten anything. Please eat." Dean pleads to Emma's back.

Emma sighs heavily. "Dean, I have no appetite and I'm tired. Just please leave me alone."

Dean grunts in frustration and stood up. He walks to the dresser and grabs the edge of it, hanging his head down in anger. He thinks for a moment then turn back to Emma.


"You know what, Emma, you're eating and that's it," Dean barked out at her.

Emma frowns and sat up in bed. "Dean, you can't tell me what to do."

"Oh yes, I can." Dean chuckles at her. Emma stares at Dean then throw the blanket back away from her. She stood up and crosses her arms.

"say who, Dean?" Emma says coldly.

"Me. I said so." Dean crosses his arms. Emma chuckles at him bitterly. "Really?"

Emma picks up the plate and walks out of the room. Dean frowns at her and followed her.

Emma climbs down the stairs quickly and walks into the kitchen. Sam and Bobby looks up at her in surprise.

"Thank you for the dinner but I'm going to decline. Good night." Emma says, putting the plate down on the table. Sam and Bobby look at each other, realizing that shit was about to hit the fan.

Emma strides past Dean and went back upstairs. Bobby and Sam looks at Dean. He looks pissed.

"Dean" Sam says and Dean ignores him, racing back upstairs. Sam ran after Dean.

"You're selfish, you know that," Dean says, walking in her room.

Emma sighs and turn to Dean. "I'm selfish? Really, Dean? I'm selfish? No, you're selfish, Dean. Ever since John died, you have been working on the damn car, not saying a word to Sam or Bobby. Sam has been talking about his father and you refused to. That's selfish, Dean."

Dean clenches his jaw and Sam walks in. They stare at each other in anger and Sam felt uncomfortable. There was so much tension in the air that you could take a knife and slice it through.

"I'm selfish? No, Emma, I'm not. I think that you're a bitch, you know that? Bobby has worked his ass off, trying to get you to eat so you won't starve to death and he has tried to get you back to normal."

"And I appreciate Bobby very much, you have no idea, Dean. You have no idea what I am going through now, Dean. Oh, wait, yes, I do! You lost your Dad. I lost my family and my best friend. I have no one in my life now. I'm ALONE, Dean. Alone. You have Sam. He's right there in front of you and you couldn't see him right in front of you because you're too busy working on your DAMN car." Emma yells, turning back against Dean.

Emma felt tears coming and she fought harder to keep them back.

"Damn it, Emma!" Dean shouts and Emma turns back, staring at him in anger. "If it hadn't been you, Dad wouldn't be dead."

Sam's mouth dropped in shock and Emma gasps softly, taken aback from Dean's accusation. She turns around slowly and stared at Dean with such a hatred look on her face. It scared Sam inside because he has never seen her that angry...EVER.

Sam walks backward slowly and calls Bobby

Bobby comes upstairs and join them.


"YOU'RE blaming me for John's death? Are you fucking kidding me?!" Emma screams at Dean. "How dare you say that, you son of bitch! John was like a father to me and I loved him dearly! And when he died, it killed me inside. I blamed myself for not stopping him in time. If I had known that he was going to die, I would have taken his place and he would be alive today. I would be dead and he would be alive."

Sam looks at Emma sadly. Dean felt like shit for saying that to her. Emma sighs heavily and continued her speech.

"But to hear that you blame me for your father's death, that is bullshit and you know it. You have some fucking nerve to say to my face, accusing me of this. THIS! You're angry and you won't talk about your father's death and that is fine, but don't you dare go there and blame me!" Emma stares at him in anger then felt the tears again.

Emma's head bent down and she sobs in grief. She turns back to Dean and sighs heavily. "I miss John so much that it hurts. Blaming me isn't right, blaming yourself isn't right too. It's not your fault, Dean. They couldn't save him, Dean. He's gone now and he's never coming back." Emma cries at the last sentence, closing her eyes.

Emma could see John in her mind and sobs quietly. She opens her eyes and saw Sam with tears in his eyes. Emma glances at Dean and he looked heartbroken even he was maintaining his tough face.

Bobby touches Dean's arm and he flicks away Bobby's hand in anger. "He's not your father and you need to get over it." Dean says coldly at Emma.

"Dean!" Sam whispers sharply, appalled at Dean. "That's enough, Dean," Bobby says sternly at Dean.

"Get over it?" Emma whispers, staring at Dean.

Emma closes her eyes and felt rage inside. "Fuck you, Dean." Emma spat at Dean and walks away. She could feel the rage that she was shaking.

Sam notices her hands, clenching and unclenching.

"Dean, let's go. Leave her alone." Bobby says, walking in front of Dean.

Dean glances at Emma's back. "Why? She's a coward for walking away from the fight." Dean says in anger and Emma turns around.

She waves her hand at a vase and it threw across the room, breaking against the wall.

"What?" Dean says in surprise. Sam and Bobby stood in shock.

"Get out! Get out!" Emma screams in anger.

"Emma, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it, I was angry." Dean tries to explain and Emma scoffs at him. Emma strides at him, pushing Dean with her hands.

"GET OUT! GET OUT!" Emma screams, pushing Dean out of the door. Dean didn't try to fight her and he left her alone, walking downstairs.

Sam follows Dean quickly and Emma sobs, sliding down the wall.

Bobby looks at her sadly and bent down to her. He grabs her hands gently and Emma cries at his gentle touch. "Why are you touching me? You saw what I did... I'm a bad person," Emma sobs out and hung her head down.

Bobby lifts her chin up at him. "No, you're not. You're a special girl who is grieving now."

Emma's bottom lip trembles. "Oh god, I hate myself." Emma cries and Bobby took her in his arms, letting her cry on his chest.

Bobby comforted her in his arms with tears in his eyes.

Emma stopped crying after a while and moves back from Bobby.

Emma stood up and crawls into the bed, exhausted after the fight with Dean.

"Do you need anything else before I leave?" Bobby asks, covering her up with a blanket.

"No… I'm sorry about the vase though." Emma says hoarsely and Bobby smiles gently.

"It was cheap. I can replace it easily. Now, you need to rest, okay?" Bobby whispers and kissed her forehead.

Emma nodded and closes her eyes. Bobby turns the lamp off and walked out, closing the door gently.


Midnight

Emma woke up with a gasp, sitting up quickly. She turns on the lamp and looked around. She sighs heavily and rubbed her face tiredly. "It was a bad dream, Emma. You're safe." she whispers to herself and stood up.

She went to the bathroom and did her business then came back to her room , crawling in her bed. She couldn't go back to sleep so she laid there, staring at the ceiling.

As she thought about their fight that happened earlier tonight, Emma regretted throwing a vase in Dean's way. She couldn't control her anger and she needs to now.

As she ponders in her thoughts, she made her final decision.

Emma got out of the bed and took off her pajamas, throwing them into a bag. She puts on her jeans and plaid shirt, tucking it in her jeans. She throws her wavy hair into a ponytail and puts on her Meg's necklace. She looks at it, thinking of the good memories that she shared with Meg and smiled.

She grabs her boots, not wanted to put them on since she wanted to sneak out of the house without waking anyone up. She found a note pad and wrote a note to Bobby and the boys.

"I'm going to travel around for a while. Bobby, thank you for everything. You're a good man and don't let anybody tells you other wise. Sam, thank you for being there for me. Dean, I'm sorry. I need to leave. Thanks again, guys. Emma Castle."

She makes the bed up then folds the note, putting it on her pillow.

She looked around the room to remember what Bobby had done for her. She sighs heavily and throws the bag on over across her chest. She grabs her boots and held it as she slowly walks down the stairs.

Sam was sound asleep on the couch and Dean was somewhere else. Bobby was in his room.

She prayed that no one will hear her. She eventually got out of the house and then quickly started to walk to the road. It was a full moon tonight, thankfully.

For a while she walked on the road until the sun was almost up.

Finally, she heard a car coming so she stops and had her thumb out. The truck pulled over and it was an older gentleman.

"Good morning, Miss, how can I help you?" the gentleman says, tipping his hat at her.

Emma smiles. "Good morning, Sir. I need a ride, could you give me one?"

"Yes, Miss. Where to?"

"Um... honestly I don't know. I guess anywhere. Where are you going?"

He smiled. "Well, I am going to Central Nebraska to pick up my stuff for my farm."

Emma smiles and nodded. "Then that's where I'm going." Emma opens the door and gets in.

The truck drives away with Emma in it. She smiles again.


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