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CHAPTER 11

Emma was hungover, and the moment she found Maggie she was going to kill her, wherever she was... wherever Emma was. As a figure groaned and rolled over beside her, Emma's eyes shot open. She turned her head to see Dean lying beside her in the hotel bed. Maggie was on the other bed, and Sam was on the couch, all still sleeping soundly. The time on the alarm clock - 8 o'clock - told her why.

"Shit..." Emma mumbled, sitting up. She stood up, holding in that wave of nausea that was coming over her, and walked over to shake Maggie on the shoulder. "Maggie!" she whispered, shaking her again.

"Mm... what?" Maggie growled.

"Sh! C'mere." Emma pulled Maggie onto her feet and the two of them crept out the door of the hotel that they had magically appeared in. They stood outside, blowing their bangs out of the way of their forehead in the hot morning sun, before Emma whirled on Maggie. "What the hell did you do?!" she exclaimed angrily. Maggie grinned.

"Let's go get some coffee," she said sleepily and the two of them headed toward the lobby. Sitting at a few tables were already people enjoying runny eggs, stale toast, and cold coffee. Emma grimaced as she filled her own cup up and stuck with cereal, dry, for breakfast. They chose the back table, and Maggie smiled, crossing her legs as she looked her friend over.

"How did I end up in bed with Dean?" Emma demanded, cutting off her friend as she opened her mouth to speak. She bit a cornflake in half. Maggie grinned.

"It was so cute!" she squealed at frequencies that made Emma's ears hurt. "You wouldn't stop hugging each other and cuddling." Emma gave Maggie a death glare over the rim of her coffee cup and took a sip.

"No," Emma said harshly. "We're not going to talk about how cute Dean and I are, because there is no Dean and I." Maggie was still grinning."What are you smiling at? I said no." Emma repeated, "If I've learned it once I've learned it a thousand times. You don't get involved. Ever. Not with anyone. That's the price you pay as a hunter."

Maggie laughed, "Emma, no it's not. There's no magic rule book that says you always have to be alone."

"My book says it. You get involved with hunters, one or both of you ends up dead or severely hurt. That's the way it is."

"Emma. Honey." Maggie reached across the table and patted Emma on the hand, "Those boys obviously care about you. Think about it. They meet tons of hunters on the road. But you're one of the few they've kept in contact with. Dean texts you, they come all this way to find you."

"Wait -" Emma cut her off, "What do you mean to find me?"

"Bobby told them where you are." Maggie smiled, but in a moment, it vanished, realizing what she had just said. "I mean..."

"Bobby told them? They're followingme?" Emma was up on her feet, and out the door before Maggie could say a word. The redhead's eyebrows flew up, and she raced after her friend.

"Did we have sex?" Dean asked Sam as he rolled over, hiding his eyes from the sun that was peeking in through the curtain. Sam sat up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"We? Ew." He replied sleepily. Dean casually took off his shoe and threw it at his brother. "Ow! What?!"

"Not we you idiot." Dean growled as he stood up. "Me and Emma. Please tell me we didn't have sex."

"That's astounding, I never thought I would hear you say that."

"Only because if we did I don't remember it!" Sam sighed.

"No you didn't have sex."

"Damn friggin right we didn't!" Emma came bursting into the room, the door slamming into the wall opposite it, and Dean jumped a bit as he turned to look at the furious and hungover looking blonde bursting into the room, her redhead friend behind her. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she demanded as she walked over to her duffel bag which had somehow ended up in the room. "You had better hope there's cigarettes in here." Dean stood by the bed, pulling on his shoe that he had thrown, his eyebrows contracted in the middle.

"What are you talking about? We didn't even have sex. What are you so pissed about?"

Emma stood up straight, cigarettes and lighter in her hand. "You. Outside. Now." She stormed out the door, shutting it in Dean's face as she made her way out into the parking lot so that he had to open it on his own. Dean, getting more and more worked up by the moment, followed her out into the parking lot.

He found her on the phone.

"Okay, Bobby. Next time you ask me where I am don't expect me to tell you the truth. Got it? Bye." And Dean knew what this was about. He flinched as Emma rounded on him, lit cigarette between her fingers, black boots firmly planted on the ground. He had to admit, she was hot as hell. And he would know.

The both of them stood there, staring at each other, before Emma opened her mouth to speak. "You followed me? You tracked me down, and followed me. Why would you do that?"

"Why are you so freaked out?" Dean asked, taking a couple steps forward. Emma matched his steps by taking a few backward. She glared at him.

"What do you mean why am I freaked out?!" she screamed. "Why were you following me?!"

Dean ran a hand over the back of his neck. "We were worried about you!" he shouted back, "You just left and then hung up on me. It's been a month since you've answered your calls, and a couple weeks since you've answered my texts. You could have been dead for all we knew, and Bobby was the only one who knew where you were and don't go calling him so pissed -"

"Do not tell me what to do, Dean Winchester." Emma said in a voice that was dangerously low. "It is none of your business what I do. I don't have to answer to you - I don't have to answer to anyone!"

"You don't think I don't care about your stupid blonde ass?!" Dean fired back, "You think that nobody cares enough to want to know if you're dead or alive?!"

"I don't need you to care about me!" Emma shouted back, walking forward just a couple steps to jab him in the chest with her finger. "No, scratch that. I don't want you to care about me. I don't want either of you to care about me." Emma's chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, poking him again in the chest. "And don't you dare give me some bull shit about last night. We were drunk. We made out. It meant nothing. Absolutely nothing." she was lying, and she hoped to God that he did not catch on.

"Fine!" Dean shouted at her.

"Fine!"

"Fine!" Maggie's voice came from the doorway to the hotel room, and Emma shot a glare over Dean's shoulder as Dean turned around. "Now, if you children are done now, Sam and I found a case a couple states over and I would like to go save people." Sam appeared behind her shoulder, and gave a sheepish look. He shrugged at Dean. Maggie was smiling. "So come on kids. Let's go get Emma's car and hit the road!"

Emma took this moment to look around. Her car was gone. Well that blew her plan to get in the car and leave Dean in the dust. "You go ahead." she told Maggie and huffed back into the hotel room. "I'm leaving." Maggie reached out and grabbed Emma's hand.

"No you're not." she said cheerfully. "Sam and I already called. 4 agents are on their way to investigate some murders. You have clean suit clothes right? Good. Let's go!"

+s+s+

The last thing Emma wanted to be doing right now was sitting in the back of the dead silent Impala, awkwardly fuming next to her friend who was leaning over Sam's shoulder and looking down at the computer he had out. Finally, the silence was broken by Sam clearing his throat.

"So, there's a campground in Colorado where people are going camping and being slaughtered in their tents. Nobody is quite sure what's going on, but two FBI teams have already been through and checked out the situation, but nobody has been able to figure it out yet. They find no clues, no murder weapons, no fingerprints." Emma frowned and absentmindedly tugged at the gloves on her hands.

"So why does that mean it's a case for us?" Dean asked as he pulled into the bar's parking lot. Emma spotted her truck and gave it a once over with her eyes as Dean pulled next to it.

"There's been on survivor. A girl about 8 years old. She says that she saw cloudy figures that would disappear and it got very cold before her parents were killed in front of her." Emma shuddered and Maggie gave her a look over her shoulder.

"A spirit." Emma mumbled from the back of the car. "Fine. What town?"

"The campground is in Gunnison National Forest." Sam replied. "The little girl lives in Delta with her grandparents."

"So we hit Delta first and hopefully we can figure out what it is that's going on, and then head into the campground and look around. Perfect. We'll follow you." And Emma was out of the car. Maggie gave the brothers a pained smile, before climbing out after her friend.

"This is your fault." Emma informed Maggie as the two of them got into the car. Maggie only grinned and reached over to put on some music.

It was to the tune of Hard Rock Bottom Of Your Heart that the two took off down the road after the Impala.

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