Thank you so much to Morgan Elizebeth Jacobs for being such an awesome reader!

Also, this is probably going to be the only one up today - BECAUSE I'M GOING GHOST HUNTING TONIGHT. EMF Meters and everything. It's going to be a lot of fun. I'll make sure to tell you guys about it next chapter. Don't worry though this one is really long and pretty intense come the end. ;)

CHAPTER 15

Emma's windows were down, her radio was blaring, and she was close to hitting one hundred miles per hour as she pulled her sunglasses on against the glare of the morning light. The Impala was right behind her. Dust flew behind them on either side of the small country road. Sam, Dean, Maggie, and Emma had been driving for two days straight. They only stopped for gas. While Sam and Dean were taking shifts and sleeping, Emma was so wired and worried that she had not stopped driving except for gas. They ate on the road, slept on the road, and if you had to pee you better hope it was around gas time. Maggie had been dozing in the seat, wrapped in a big sweater and as she woke up, she observed her friend against the morning light for a moment. Emma was beautiful, she always had been. Even with the rings under her eyes and bad-ass-chick attitude, Emma looked like an absolute sweetheart. Most people found it adorable when Emma got angry and didn't take her serious. Maggie knew better than that. She frowned a little bit as she opened her mouth to again offer her hand in driving. "Nope." was the answer from Emma before she even opened her mouth. "But thank you."

Maggie was honestly worried, but she would never tell Emma that unless it was serious. God and Jesus above knew they had spent more time awake than asleep on hunts and had missed full nights before, but it was not the sleep that Emma was missing that worried Maggie. It was the look on her face. She was worried as all hell. Over and over again she had tried to call Bobby, but the same voice kept answering, telling her to hurry up. Even when she screamed and shouted into the phone, the demon only laughed and told her she was cute when she yelled. Emma's phone had almost gone through the windshield at one point. It wasn't as though Maggie didn't care, but on her list of people that mattered Emma always came first. Maggie knew the same would be for her. She was angry that another demon was forcing its way into their lives and threatening someone they cared about. The ring of a phone pulled her out of thoughts and she picked it up. Sam. "Hey." she said when she put the phone to her ear.

"Hey are you driving or Emma?"

"Emma, still."

"Okay, so you know how to get there? We're coming up soon."

"Yeah of course she does. The man's like her father for fuck's sake."

"What? Really?" Maggie gave a side long glance at Emma, who didn't appear to have heard anything. She was flooring the gas and mumbling along with the radio. "Yeah." Maggie turned to Emma as she hung up. "I'm gonna go get the stuff."

"Holy Water's under the seat." Emma replied as she turned the radio down. "The Book?" Maggie shook her head.

"Sam's got that covered, I'm sure." Emma hit the gas harder and her cylinders sang.

"Get it anyway. I'm not taking any chances."

+s+s+

Dean made sure to stay close behind Emma's truck as they drove fast toward Bobby's garage. It was a miracle that they had not been pulled over, and while Maggie was thanking her stars, Dean and Sam and Emma had not said a word about it. Dean was still wondering about what she had said about love, and what all of that had meant when Sam got on the phone. "Emma's still driving." Sam said as he hung up with the redhead.

"What is up with her?" Dean wondered out loud.

"Um, obviously someone who is 'just like her father' has a demon in the house." Sam said. Dean looked at Sam.

"That what Maggie say?" he asked. Sam nodded his head. "I wonder why Bobby never talked about her if they were that close."

"Maybe they had a falling out? You know what I've noticed?" Dean grunted to tell his brother to continue. "We've been hunting with these two for a while and we know next to nothing about them."

"We know the important stuff." Dean argued. "What kind of beer they like, if they want to sleep with me, what their personalities are like, and how hot they are. We don't have to know their life stories to know they're good chicks."

"Yeah I know..." Sam mumbled. "I just wonder why Bobby never said anything about her."

"BOBBY?" Sam called loudly as the four of them rushed to the door of Bobby's house. It was open. They all looked at each other. Emma pulled her shotgun out of her back holster and held it in front of her. Maggie held the holy water in her hand. "Bobby?!" It did not occur to Emma until just that moment that Bobby might be dead, and she shoved Sam out of her way and made her way into his living room. Bobby was nowhere to be found. "Bobby?!"

"Well hey kids." The Winchesters were the first to turn around. Emma and Maggie turned toward the voice only a moment after checking the rest of the room. "How you doin'?"

"Where's Bobby?" Dean growled. "You wanted us here we're here. Where the hell's Bobby?!"

"Dead if you don't shut up, cowboy." the man in front of them growled. The demon had chosen to possess someone who looked more like an elementary school teacher than a demon, but to each their own. Emma growled low in her throat and cocked her gun. The demon only smiled at her as he gave her a wink and feigned a fainting scared pose. "Okay okay," he said, holding up his hands. "Gosh y'all aren't any fun are you?" With a twirl of his finger, he turned his back on the group, and brought them into the office. The devil's trap that had been painted into the ceiling had been scratched, and the demon could walk freely around the house as he pleased. Bobby was tied to the office chair behind the desk unconscious, and Emma immediately made a little scared, worried sound that made Dean want to put his arm around her. He kept his own gun trained on the demon. "I'm looking to make a deal from you four." The demon said as he sat down on top of Bobby's books on the desk. A few papers fell to the floor. Emma narrowed her eyes. "You need to stop interfering with the seals, and I won't kill Bobby Boy here. I'm talkin' to you sweetheart." he said, pointing at Emma. "I know you love this man like your own daddy. I've heard things down where I'm from. How's your demon hunt going?" Dean didn't even glance her way, but Sam looked confused.

"So here's the deal." the demon said as he crossed his legs and leaned one of his elbows on them. "You stop fucking up what Lilith is doing. Between you and the Angels this is turning out to be a real pain in all our asses. So you stop, and I'll let Bobby live. If not..." a knife appeared in his hand and be brought it quickly across Bobby's cheek. Bobby was knocked out cold. The blood just ran down his face. Emma took a step forward, but the demon raised his eyebrows at her. He pushed the knife toward Bobby's throat.

"Stop!" Dean shouted and stepped forward to pull Emma back. Emma's eyes were wide with fear, but her body was steady. She held the shotgun pointed at him before there was a long silence.

"Okay," she said.

"What?" Dean said incredulously as Emma put down her gun. "What are you doing?" the demon was smiling and clapping his hands.

"We can't always just kill what's threatening us, Dean. Try and understand that this is the best choice. Lilith's going to break all the seals anyways."

"That's right!" The demon squealed with glee and hopped down from the desk. There was something about that exclamation of glee that made Emma's breath catch, and she stared at him for a moment, overcome with a flashback of another demon. "So let's just get this kiss done with shall we. Have to admit, this is going to be nice." his eyes traveled up and down Emma's body. Dean let out an audible growl that made Emma inwardly smirk a little bit.

"Hurry up and do it before I change my mind." Emma said as she put her gun down. As she came back up she looked at Sam and held his eyes for a while. She walked up to the demon, and gasped a little bit in fright as he pushed her against the desk and leaned over her. Emma's eyes went wide.

Meanwhile, Dean was trying to figure out a good shot to shoot the demon, but he had been smart. Anywhere he went for it, he'd hit Emma too. With an inwardly cuss, he looked at Maggie. She was watching with wide eyes. She looked down at the bottle of holy water in her hand.

"I'm going to enjoy this." the demon repeated as it leaned down and got inches away from Emma's mouth. She closed her eyes tightly, and resisted the urge to turn her head and break it all off.

But the kiss that she was waiting for didn't come. There was an enraged scream and a sizzle of flesh as the demon was thrown off of her. Maggie threw herself between the demon and Emma and threw another handful of holy water onto his face. Emma scrambled onto her feet and rushed over to the group, grabbing her shotgun off of the ground and pumping a couple into the man. Dean grabbed onto her arm and kept her close to him. Sam was standing in the middle of the room, with one hand out.

"Sam!" Dean exclaimed as he watched his brother's nose start to bleed. But it was not all for nothing. Emma watched again with marvel as the demon started coughing, doubling over on himself, and the ground around him was covered in black smoke and a light coal glowing. The man collapsed onto the floor, and Emma finally let out her breath.

There was only a few moments of standing there before she turned toward the desk. "Bobby?!"

"He'll be okay." Sam said quietly as he tip toed out of Bobby's bedroom where they had put him to bed. Emma and Dean both let out sighs of relief and leaned against the wall in the hallway. Emma closed her eyes tightly, fighting against the tears that were threatening to spill. She felt Dean's hand on her arm, and turned away quickly. Dean frowned, and walked away down the hall, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Sam didn't go anywhere. He stood next to Emma against the wall and slid down so he was sitting on the floor. Emma looked down at him and rolled her eyes with a smile before sliding next to him. Her legs were crossed under her, and she looked over at him. "Yes?" she asked with a smile.

"Just wondering if you wanted to talk about anything..." Sam said genuinely. He turned his head to look at her for a second.

"About what?"

"I was actually wondering something..." Emma lifted her eyebrows. Sam shrugged his shoulders awkwardly. "How come Bobby never told us about you? Maggie said that you were like his daughter, and all I saw today was strength in that. And then Dean told me what you told that kid in the jail. It's just been bothering me that we've known you for a while and we don't actually know anything about you." Emma dragged her eyes away from Sam's and frowned in the direction of Bobby's door. "You don't ha-" but Sam was cut off.

"Yeah I do," Emma said as she fiddled with the loose string at the bottoms of her jeans. "You're right. I know a lot about you two. You've both been really open with your lives and your hunts, and I've been... rude." Sam didn't say anything as Emma pursed her bottom lip and thought really hard for a moment. "I guess it started when I was 8. My dad was abusive. He hit me, yelled at me, threw me around. I remember once he made me clean the kitchen with bleach in my favorite outfit and splashed it all over me because he thought it was 'too slutty', and that was just the tip of the iceberg." Sam didn't say anything, but Emma felt his hand on her knee. She didn't brush it off. "I mean it was really awful, most of my life. My mother didn't do anything about it because it was easier to pretend like it wasn't happening than face it head on. I had a lot of hate as a kid, and I was scared all the time. So I went to a crossroads."

"You what?"

"Yeah I know, but I was 8, and didn't know what else to do. Anyways, the demon told me that he would force his hand on my father and make him love me again. But I would only get 5 years with him like that, after that it was over. I didn't understand that 5 years after the deal was made, things would get worse or worse go back to the way they were, but five years sounded like a good idea to me..." there was a pause and Emma frowned at the floorboards beneath her. Sam didn't say anything, but the hand on her leg did grip tighter. "So I lived the next 5 years, and we were a perfect family. Like pancakes and orange juice in the morning kind of family. I loved it. I came to school an entirely different person. I made friends, the teachers stopped worrying about me. It was amazing..."

"But the five years ended."

Emma nodded. "Yeah, they sure did. One night, exactly five years later, the demon came back. I had forgotten for a little while about the way that I had gotten this family of mine to work out. I asked him if he could please please just leave them the way they were. I couldn't stand the idea of my father going back to the way he was. The demon just smiled at me and the next thing I knew I had black smoke down my throat and I couldn't remember a thing... the next thing that happened was I woke up in a room with my parents. They were covered in blood, and I couldn't remember how they had gotten there. But I mean honestly it was me that did it. The knife was in my hand and I had blood all over my shirt." Emma's voice hitched and she sniffed a bit. She ran one hand over her tangled hair, and looked over at Sam. "Pretty shitty huh? After that I got sent to foster home after foster home. I met Maggie at one of them. And when I was 16, I ran away from the foster home that I was staying in and ended up in Bobby's yard. He took me in for two years after that. Taught me how to become a hunter."

"Did you ever get the demon that tricked you?" Sam asked quietly.

Emma frowned deeper and shook her head. "Nope. I've been looking, but I haven't found him yet. One day. Every day when I turn on the news and hear some story about a kid who's lost it or who killed their parents or someone else important to them - I think I know where he is, but by the time I get there and hear that person tell their story and realize it is the son of a bitch, he's gone again."

Emma expected Sam to ask more questions, or spew some advice crap that she really didn't want, but he didn't do either of those things. He quickly leaned over and wrapped his long arms around Emma, pulling her to his chest. Emma hesitated and stiffened for a moment before letting a small smile touch her lips and wrapped them around Sam's shoulders. They stayed on the floor, awkwardly hugging each other like that, but Emma had never been more comfortable. She laughed into his shoulder when he pretended to fall asleep, and as he stood up, she was pulled to her feet. "Thanks, Sammy." she said quietly, and he smiled at her.

"Pizza will be here in a minute." he said and turned to walk down the hallway and down to the kitchen. It was only as he shimmied past someone that Emma realized Dean was standing at the end of the hallway. He stared at her for a long time before giving her a small smile and following his brother down the stairs.

+s+s+

Emma couldn't help smiling as she made her way into the bathroom an hour later. Her stomach was filled with pizza, and the four of them seemed to have a tighter connection after today. With a sigh and a run through her hair, Emma figured she should take a shower. The water would feel nice.

As Emma pulled the shower curtain open, she had to resist the urge to scream. There was the demon, standing in the shower. His head was cocked to the side and he grinned at Emma. She hardly had a chance to open her mouth before there was a quiet windy sound, a quiet scream, and black smoke filled the room, and went right into Emma's throat. She fell onto the floor.

It was not her hand that was reaching up to the bathroom sink and pulling herself up. It was not her mischievous grin in the mirror as she looked at herself. "Hello Emma." the voice said in her head. She recognized it and inwardly screamed. It was him! She had known it. She tried to move her own head. It was impossible.

Emma in the mirror smiled. "Remember me?"