Heyyy! Chapter 5! Don't forget to review, please! This one, I decided, is going to be rather short. But don't worry, the next chapter will be up tomorrow!

CHAPTER 5

Emma Gordon slid into the passenger's seat of the Winchester's Impala without a word. Her gloves were tight against her fingers and she wore tight dark jeans, boots, and a button down shirt with a blazer. She noticed Dean giving her an appreciative glance as she slid into the seat. She looked him over in his jeans, button up and jacket, and only smiled.

"Why don't you say something?" Dean asked suspiciously as he backed out of the hotel parking lot.

"Just don't want to argue." Emma replied and leaned back against the seat.

"Argue?" Dean asked, pulling out onto the road. "What do you mean? We never argue."

"Dean, I've argued more with you in the past 48 hours than I have most people in my entire life. Don't start."

"Start what? Like all of the fights are my fault? C'mon you start at least 80% of them." Dean took a sharp left.

"I do not."

"Yeah you do."

Emma cringed and gripped her gloved hand on her leg. "Listen," she growled, "I said I wasn't talking about this. So think of something else or I'll get out now."

"On the road?" Dean laughed sarcastically and only sped up. She opened the door. Dean's smile disappeared. "Okay! Jesus Christ are you nuts?" Emma smirked inwardly and slammed the door shut. There was a long minute of silence as Emma tugged on her gloves restlessly. Dean finally sighed. "Okay I started that one. Sorry, okay? Do you want to pic the music; will that make you feel better?" Emma smiled.

"I'm good, Dean, go ahead. No really go for it, it's all good." Dean reached toward the radio and put in ACDC before gripping the steering wheel. You Shook Me All Night Long blared through the car and Dean grinned and gripped the steering wheel.

"It's not going to be 'all good' if you don't get your feet off my dashboard." Emma only smiled and turned up the radio.

Sam sat in the motel room., having pulled the short straw for research. He was starting to think that any straw he pulled was the research one, but he didn't mind. He spent a while researching the link between missing bodies and demons - there had definitely been sulfur in the kid's apartment, but he didn't find much. He halted in the midst of a Wikipedia page on the topic of demons possessing the dead, and quickly ruled that out. They were not able to. So then what would the demons want with the dead bodies? Sam leaned back against the pillows of the hotel bed and rubbed one hand over his eyes, before blinking a few times, and leaning forward to begin another google search.

"powers+hands+supernatural"

It struck Sam as odd that Emma constantly had her hands covered by her gloves, and when she didn't, she was in an odd, closed off mood. Sam stood up and walked over to her bag in the next room, extracting the thumb drive that she had used to get into the kid's computer. Coming back, he plugged it into his own laptop... Only to discover that it was empty. With another blink and run of his hands through his hair, Sam stared at the empty file in confusion. If she hadn't used the thumb drive, then how had she figured out the password?

"supernatural+powers+touch"

"emma+gordon+powers"

"emma+gordon+demons"

"Damn it." Sam mumbled as he came up blank search after search. There had to be something about her somewhere. This was way too weird for him to just let go, and Sam Winchester knew all about weird. His phone started to ring. Standing up, Sam took the laptop with him in one hand as he crossed the room to the small table beside the television. He recognized the number immediately.

"Hey Ruby. Dean's not here."

"So the cameras weren't able to pick up anything?" Dean was skeptical.

"Nope. The cameras will only turn on if they detect motion. But that's the weird thing. There was no motion but the bodies are gone."

"Maybe somebody on the inside who can turn off the cameras?" Emma suggested from her spot crouched on the ground. She took off her gloves after casting a look behind her and began running her bare fingers along the handles.

God when are they going to turn on the AC?

I wonder if Sheryl knows why I'm here late...

Maybe I should cook steak for dinner...

Nothing important. Emma sighed and continued moving along all the compartments, searching for some kind of clue. Some kind of something that would lead them to the thief.

"Emma you listening?" Dean called her back, but Emma hardly had time to open her mouth. The smell of sulfur abducted her nostrils as she moved to one of the drawers at waist level. Demons. Running her fingers over where it must have touched, there was a flash in her mind, a searing pain in the back of her eyes, and Emma was lifted up off the ground, and thrown to the other side of the room. She hardly had time to mutter "Dean" in response to the confused shouting before everything went black.

Next one out tomorrow! I wanted to end this one here because the next one will be very long - case wrapping up. :) Please review! The box is right there! You know you wannaaaa! xoxo