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CHAPTER 10

"You know, don't you miss the days when we hunted ghosts or vampires and they had nothing to do with demons?" Emma laughed into her coffee as she climbed into her truck and pulled her door shut behind her, giving a nod as a reply to the redhead that was climbing into the passenger's seat. Maggie Rouge grinned back and set to adjusting her makeup and wiping the blood off of her face. Maggie was the only hunter Emma knew who could skin a demon and keep her eyeliner straight. Emma was the only hunter Maggie knew who could still keep track of her coffee with a gun in her other hand.

Emma and Maggie had met when they were fourteen, both in the same foster parent system. For months they had lived together, but were separated when Emma was taken away to another family - probably because of her night terrors. It was only six years later that they had run into each other on a hunt, and they had been best friends for six since.

"I think this calls for a beer." Maggie said matter of factly as Emma put the truck in gear. Emma only smiled and drove off toward the city.

"Okay, Emma." Maggie finally broke the silence and turned in her seat to look at her friend. "Who is he?"

Emma looked over. "Who is who?"

"Don't who is who me. Who is he? This guy you keep thinking about? This person you keep texting." The humor was not lost on Emma when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled out the phone, glanced at the text message, and pocketed it again in her flannel shirt.

"He's nobody I'm interested in. Besides, it doesn't matter - it'd never work out anyways." Maggie was not having any of that. She flipped her curly red hair over her shoulder and pierced Emma with her gaze.

"Tell me."

There was a moment of silence as Emma merged onto the freeway. "He's just this guy."

"A hunter?"

"Yes."

"A good hunter?"

"Yes."

"Is he hot?"

"Ye - Maggie."

Maggie chuckled. "You want this to stop you might as well give me a name. I can go all night if I have to."

Emma rolled her eyes and looked over her shoulder as she changed lanes, hitting the accelerator a little harder. "Dean. His name is Dean."

"Dean!" Maggie replied, interested. She remained turned to the side in her seat, seat belt stretched out around her tiny frame. "Where is he?"

"Somewhere in Nevada." Emma replied, and grimaced as she heard Maggie's intake of breath. She could see Maggie's bright, straight toothed smile out of the corner of her eye. "Yeah I know. We're in Nevada. He thinks I'm in Ohio, though, so shut it. We're not seeing him. Nope. Don't even open your mouth, girl. We're not seeing him."

"Oh come on. Give him a call. Have him meet up with us! It'd be an adventure." Emma didn't reply. "You know, this is your problem. You are so focused on your own solidarity. You think it's safe. You think nothing bad will happen to you if you just don't mess with anyone else. You talk to me, you hunt with me, but nobody else."

"That's not true, I have friends." Emma said defensively as she changed lanes again, heading for the nearest exit.

"Really? How many have you talked to in the past month? I'll take that as a none. You never know how something will go if you don't give it a shot."

"I'm aware of that, Maggie." Emma replied, her tone even more defensive as she pulled off the freeway. It had only been ten minutes and she was already thinking of pushing Maggie out the open door, but then again, this was every car ride with her best friend. "Thanks, but I don't need a Dr. Phil moment. I'm perfectly happy the way I am."

"No you're not. You're miserable." Maggie replied in a firm voice. "Is that a bar? Pull in here." Emma, happy to finally be rid of the subject, turned swiftly into the parking lot, and parked in the front row of the bar. Without another word, Emma pulled on her jacket and hopped out of the car. Maggie followed suit and skipped toward the front door. It always amazed Emma how much Maggie could eat, and still be thin as a rail, where Emma would eat a peanut and gain ten pounds. She tugged a bit on her skin tight jeans, pulled down her black tank top, and walked in right after Maggie, pushing open the door and following her happy-go-lucky frolicking friend into the bar.

Her thoughts were so intent on what Maggie was saying to her, that she did not even notice the Chevy Impala parked in the back corner of the parking lot.

"Dean. Really though. You gotta call Emma. Bobby said that she was somewhere in this area. . . why are we tracking her down anyways?"

"No reason." Dean and his brother sat in the corner booth of an old western themed bar. Dean was picking through his fries, stuffing them into his mouth four or five at a time, and shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I just want to say hi."

"Dean, every girl you've hit on since she left look just like Emma. You're not fooling me. If you like her why don't you just say something?" Sam pushed his laptop to the side, and gave his brother a look, one eyebrow raised. Dean shook his head.

"I don't like her." he said through a mouthful of fries. He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of his beer. "Besides, it doesn't matter - it'd never work out anyways. I don't do the whole dating thing. It's one night, in and out, done deal. That's it."

"And you haven't done that with Emma why?"

"She doesn't seem interested."

"Why don't you ask her?"

"What?" Dean turned around in his seat and watched as Emma walked right into the bar with some redhead girl. Dean blinked a few times when he saw her, and watched as she pulled off her jacket and hung it over on the back of the chair. She rolled up her red and black flannel shirt sleeves, and sat down beside the little redhead. Dean turned back around to look at Sam. "Sam... what do I say to her?" Sam only laughed and leaned back in his seat, before turning his head toward the two.

"EMMA!"

Emma Gordon turned in her seat, and the first thing she saw were the Winchesters, sitting in the corner booth of the bar. With an inner 'YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME' Emma turned back around in her seat and looked at Maggie. "Maggie!" she screamed in a hoarse whisper. Maggie turned to look at her. "Dean's here. What do I say to him?" Maggie turned her head to see the two men who were sitting in the back, looking at them with expectant looks. She smiled.

"C'mon!" she cried and the two of them hopped down from the seats. Emma indicated to the bartender that they were moving, and he nodded to them as he finished cleaning glasses. Her jacket in her hand, the two of them walked over and stood in front of the table. "Hello!" Maggie said brightly, standing in front of them while Emma walked up behind her. "I'm Magdeline, who are you?"

"Sam and Dean Winchester." Dean replied with a smile. He was in the midst of standing up, when Emma pushed her way into his side of the booth.

"Don't give her the satisfaction." She said in a low voice. Maggie grinned at her and sat down.

"Hi to you too," Dean said and gave Emma a quick one armed hug. "Long time no see. What have you been up to?"

"Killing things." Emma said before she took a swig of her beer. She ignored Dean's eyes, his stares, and tried not to love the feeling of his hand on her shoulder. God damn it. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Shots!" Maggie exclaimed and stood up from the table, before coming back a moment later with a trayful of whiskey and tequila shots. "Pick your poison. To hunters!" Everyone took a shot, before Emma turned back to Dean, her eyes watering a bit.

Dean stuttered for only a moment, "Checking in on a case Bobby sent us on." He did not tell her that it was hers. "Some woman keeps vanishing into thin air leaving men behind." The humor was lost on Emma, but not on Maggie. She giggled. Sam finished typing something into his computer and shut it, before turning to Maggie.

"Hi. I'm Sam."

"What have you been doing?" Emma asked Dean as Maggie and Sam launched off into their own conversation, mostly dominated by Maggie. Emma smirked. "World travelers over here, according to your texts."

"Time travelers too. You met Castiel yet?" Emma frowned and her heart skipped for a moment before she shook her head.

"The angel?"

"Yeah. Crazy son of a bitch pulled Back to the Future on me. I met my parents before they had met each other. Found out a lot about my family tree history." Emma nodded through her beer.

"You'll have to tell me sometime."

"Sure," Dean said, "then we fought a Rugaru, and we went to Oktoberfest to deal with a shape shifting wacko." Over the next few moments, Dean colorfully told her the story of the shape shifting monster movie scenario, and by the time he was done, Emma hardly remembered it.

She was drunk.

Too drunk.

Oh shit, what had Maggie done? The tray full of empty shot glasses took her by surprise when she looked back down at the table, and the world seemed to spin around her. She giggled and slapped Dean on the back. They were no longer at the table. She wondered how that had happened. While they stood by the bar, and Dean ordered two more beers, Emma took the time to examine him. He looked okay, better than he was the last time she had run into him, but she could tell that the apocalypse was one thing that was weighing him down more than anything. It had to be. It was her. Something was troubling Dean, she could see it in the back of his eyes, but she was polite, and didn't say anything about it as she opened her next beer.

"Dean I'm drunk?" Emma said, her words were slurring together, and she tried to sit up on the barstool. She almost fell off. Dean reached out and caught her. She could tell that he was almost to her level, and hurriedly suggested that he take more shots.

"Cmon this is a party don'tchaknow?" she cried and threw her hands over her head. She hopped down from Dean's arm and ran over to the jukebox. After putting in a quarter, the loud sounds of "Something Like That" by Tim McGraw came on, and she leaned against the side of it, swinging her hips from side to side.

Dean, meanwhile, was mesmerized. Sure, he was drunk too, but watching Emma unwind like this. She was smiling. It was astonishing, and Dean could only stand and stare at her for a moment. Besides her taste in music, which Dean found fun but not something he was willing to listen to regularly, Dean could not believe that this woman was standing in front of him.

It only took a few moments to cross the room, pin her up against the wall, and crush her mouth with his.

Emma jumped only for a moment before she kissed him back, long and deep.

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