AN: Mew Chapter Two!
Morgan Elizebeth Jacobs: thanks for the review! I'll be updating every few days, maybe only a few times over the next couple weeks because finals, but I will be updating quite often! Promise! Cross my heart and hope to die and all of that. :)

CHAPTER 2

Hellboy

The first thing Emma noticed when she woke up was the soft whispering of male voices near her. She frowned a bit, but forced herself to stay perfectly still, and her breathing even. Bobby Singer's voice. Then she remembered.

It was only after the voices went away that Emma opened her eyes. The throbbing in her shoulder had reached new levels of misery, and she made a face as she stared at the wooden ceiling of Bobby's house.

"Morning," a voice broke her from her thoughts and Emma turned her head to look at the man who was sitting in a chair beside the couch that she had been laid on. Not that she was unused to strangers, it was just that most of them did not sit next to her sickbed.

"Morning," Emma said, a hint of suspicion in her voice as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Pain shot through her shoulder and she winced, if only for a moment while she slung her legs over the side and leaned her back against the couch. The shirt that she was wearing was soft, and she looked down to see that it was one of Bobby's flannels. She had no pants on, but that didn't bother her until she looked back up at Dean and realized he was staring at her.

"Do you need something?" she asked, lifting one of her eyebrows.

Dean looked slightly taken aback. "I'm Dea-"

"I know," Emma cut him off nonchalantly, "Hellboy, right?" Dean, for a moment, looked like he was going to be angry, but all he did was smile.

"Hellboy," he agreed. "Thought you might want some aspirin." he continued in what Emma could only describe as as suave as possible, as if he were really trying. But he wasn't. Emma could tell.

"Oh," she said, still sitting cross legged on the couch, staring at him. "Thanks." she took the white pills from his outstretched hand, and popped them into her mouth, before taking the small glass of whiskey out of his hand and knocking it back. She shook her head and pulled a face, before handing the empty glass back at him with a fake sweet smile.

"That was mine..."

"I know," Emma said and pulled herself up onto her feet. She stretched her good arm over her head once Dean had quickly risen to his feet beside her. "How long have I been out?"

Dean continued to watch her, looking her up and down. "What?"

"How long have I been out?"

"Dean, get away from her, idjit." Bobby's voice came from the doorway from the kitchen. Dean immediately took a few steps back, but that stupid grin was still written across his face. "Hungry, Emma?" he asked,and came forward to lift the side of her shirt away. Emma chose not to look, and turned her head when he did so.

"No thanks, Bobby." she replied, and began looking for her jacket. "I'd better hit the road."

"What?" Dean asked, cutting off whatever reply Bobby would have had. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea. You might want to stay here..." Emma's body went cold and she turned to look at him with one eyebrow cocked. Bobby let out a little chuckle.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion," she said in a tone that was neither kind nor unkind.

"How about a case?" Bobby asked. He knew that would get her attention. "I'm really full around here and there's an issue a couple towns away. I was about to send the boys on it. You could help them out." Emma's face softened when she turned and looked at Bobby. Dean blinked. There was a long moment of silence.

"Dinner it is, then. What are we having?"

Dean Winchester, once Emma had been set up by Bobby on the couch with a beer and a laptop, as she set to researching, went to "sit outside and drink", or so his words were. Emma shifted herself in the corner of the couch and readjusted the laptop on her thighs. She scrolled through page after page of news stories filled with young men's faces. Men who worked at bars and construction sites and school and every which job. Emma kept a tally on her hand with a fading yellow sharpie. 13.

"13..." Emma mumbled, frowning, before opening a new page.

"Hi there." Emma's eyes snapped up to see the incredibly tall Winchester walking in.

"Hello," she said and gave a warm smile to match his,. This Winchester looked nice. "You're Sam, right? Hellboy's brother?" Sam let out a bark-like laugh and came to sit down next to Emma on the couch. He handed her a cold beer and she took it gladly.

"Yeah."

"The Chosen Child?"

"Yeah..."

"Ten foot four?"

"Yeah - what?" Emma laughed.

"Nothing."

Sam looked at her oddly as Emma sipped her beer, sighing in pleasure as the cool liquid ran down her neck. "So you seem to know a lot about us..."

"Well yeah, you're the Winchesters, and word travels fast." Emma lied smoothly.

"Yeah, I guess... So what's your story?" Sam leaned comfortably into the old, ripping couch. Emma went to stretch for what seemed like the millionth time, and hissed as pain shot through her shoulder.

"I'm a hunter. Oh, this? Some vampire got me before I took off its head." Emma said, looking down at her bloody arm before back up at Sam's soft eyes. He shook his head as he swallowed his beer.

"Where from? How did you get into hunting, I mean?"

Emma visibly stiffened and stood up quickly - maybe a little too quickly - and painfully pulled on a pair of sweatpants.

"Um..."

"I'm gonna go see if Bobby needs any help." Emma said and quickly walked off, hips swinging.

Sam was left sitting on Bobby's couch, perplexed, staring at the blonde as she walked into the kitchen and greeted Bobby as Dean walked in and laughed at him through a mouthful of pizza.

Thanks so much! I'm really getting more into this story than I was the other one. Review pwease! I don't know to keep going if y'all don't do so!