Aaaand here's another one!

CHAPTER 17

It was a woman's scream that woke Emma up the next morning.

The man was reaching into the cupboard inconspicuously, taking candy off of the shelf, and shoving one into his mouth. He frowned as it went down his throat. "Oh -". He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and there's blood on them. He reached back in, moaning in pain, and pulled out a razor from his throat. More blood pours out of his mouth, onto the counter he's leaned over. He tries again and coughs up another razor. The man knelt over, blood running down his chin and onto the floor. He fell to the floor, where a woman found him, and awakened Emma with her scream.

Dean woke up to the sound of birds and the soft warmth of sunlight and a woman under his arm, so of course he had a smile on his face. The sun shown through the crack in the curtains and illuminated Emma's hair like a halo. He smiled a little and kissed the top of her head. The night before her Emma, albeit unexpected, was fantastic. She was open and willing, greedy even, never satisfied, and when Dean had taken her into his arms, he had fallen right to sleep and dreamed about it all over again. Without moving, Dean tilted his head and noted Sam sleeping with his back to the couple.

"Mm," Emma pouted in her sleep, and her body tensed. Dean looked down at her, worried, before she turned a bit in his arms, green eyes slowly fluttering open. She turned her face up to look at Dean, and he smiled at her.

"Morning," Dean mumbled and brought his lips gently to hers. "You okay?"

"Nightmare," she said and smiled in her half asleep state and kissed him back. They were only kissing for a moment before Emma's eyes opened wide and she shoved hard into Dean's chest.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Wha-?"

"What am I doing?!" Emma shrieked and leaped off the bed, dragging the hotel blanket with her. Nothing she was wearing nothing, Emma quickly stood up, pulling the blanket over her shoulders and around her body. Dean sat up, confusion written all over his face.

"Angel -"

"Don't call me that!" Emma shouted at him and grabbed her bag, racing into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. Sam woke with a start, and sat up quickly, looking from the bathroom door to Dean.

"What happened?"

"I have no idea..." Dean replied, his eyes narrowed. "Was she drunk when you guys got back?"

"Nope. Just sitting there adding things to the journal."

Dean stared at the bathroom door, hearing the sounds of a sink running from the other side, and her own mumbling. "Then what happened to her?"

+s+s+

"Okay, Emma." the blonde found herself in the bathroom, staring at the mirror as she pulled her clothes on. Thank God or whoever it was that picked up her clothing off the ground and threw it into her bag, because god knows that would have been awkward. "There has to be some kind of explanation for waking up naked in Dean Winchester's bed - and not be able to remember any of it. C'mon there has to be an answer." she racked her brain, but she couldn't remember or figure out a thing. Angrily, she threw her sweater over her head and bag over her shoulder before walking out the door to the hotel room, not even glancing the brothers' way.

"Son of a bitch." Dean cursed and pulled on his pants, running out the door after her. "Emma!" By the time he caught up with her, she was standing in front of the door of her truck, looking for her keys. "Emma!"

"What?!" she snapped, and turned around to him.

Dean growled. "So that's it? You're gonna run? You can't just run away from everything! Every god damn time!" Emma narrowed her eyes at the man, in the corner of her eye seeing Sam open the door and look out at them.

"That's funny, Dean." she snarled, "because I seem to understand that you and that tree brother of yours always run away. You hide it and you run, especially your feelings. The only reason it keeps biting you in the ass is that I'm faster than you." Dean looked taken aback, and reached out to grab her arm, but with a fling of her arm in his direction, she watched him fly across the walkway and into the door of the hotel that Sam had open just a peek. Sam opened the door all the way, and looked down at his brother.

"Dean?!"

Emma stood there by the car, staring at Dean, and immediately went back to fishing for her keys. She put one hand on her forehead and growled, really really not wanting to go back into the room. She turned around defensively and saw Sam, putting his hands up as he walked up to her. "What was that?"

"I don't know," she said, emotionless, "Could I please have my keys?" Sam stared at her for a long time before glancing behind him at his brother, who was struggling to his feet.

"We could figure this out, y'know. Maybe it's something supernatural that made you forget?" Sam told her and Emma shook her head.

"Just give me my keys, Sam." Sam stared at her for a few more moments and remembered Ruby's warning to them. With a sigh, he reached over and handed the keys to her. Emma smiled a little bit and took them from him. "I had a dream last night," she told him, "I think it might have been a vision. You should check out... well I don't know where it is. But it's a man who choked on razor blades in his candy." Sam looked perplexed and nodded. She stared at him for a moment longer and hugged him quickly, "thanks, Sam," before jumping into her car and squealing tires out of the parking lot.

It had been three days since Dean or Sam had seen or heard from Emma. Bobby told them that she was alright, but that she didn't want to talk to either of them. She was driving through the countryside it looked like, aimlessly. She was probably drinking too.

The two of them had checked out her vision and both had found that she was exactly right. A man had swallowed multiple razor blades and they had been pulled out of his throat. Dean and Sam managed to find a hex bag in the kitchen, and were sitting in their hotel room examining it when there was a knock on the door.

+s+s+

Emma was driving furiously fast down the freeway, like she always did. One hand was on the steering wheel and the other rested on her knee, which was bouncing up and down as the car coasted down the freeway. Her mind was reeling. How could she possibly have had sex with Dean Winchester of all person, and not only do it but not remember it? Something was up, and her mind kept flashing back to watching Dean as he flew across the parking lot and into the door. How had she done that?

Her first thought was possession, but she was spending so much time as herself, and her tattoo should have protected her from any of that. Emma reached her hand up to touch her shoulder, but was interrupted by the sound of someone in the back clearing their throat. When she looked into the rear view mirror she shrieked in surprise when the familiar but unexpected trenchcoat wearing angel was sitting in the bed of her truck, head leaned in the window. Emma felt her hands swerve drastically, and pulled off to the side of the road, honking and shouting of the people around her still echoing in her ears. When she pulled the car to the side, Emma's heart was thumping in her chest, and she leaned her forehead onto the steering wheel, waiting for her heart to stop thumping.

"I'm behind you," Castiel said, and Emma let out a hysterical laugh. She felt the wind as he appeared in the seat beside her and turned to glare at him.

"Yeah thanks I got that." she snapped. Castiel leaned forward toward her, as if smelling the air. Emma frowned and backed up a bit. "What?"

"You seem different..."

"No shit, Sherlock. I'm upset." she snapped at him again and made to get out of the car. Castiel's cool hand on her arm stopped her.

"Who is Sherlock?" he asked, and Emma turned to look at him before her face softened into a smile.

"Nobody, Cas. What do you want?"

"You left the Winchesters." It was obviously not a question. Emma sighed and leaned back in her seat, closing her door beside her and shut out the sound of the cars speeding by them. She nodded her head.

"Yeah... things got complicated." She turned to look at Castiel. "You're an angel. You can tell me this..." she paused for a moment, as if afraid that she was going to get the answer she feared the most, "Am I possessed?" Castiel looked at her for a long time, his eyebrows furrowed, before he shook his head.

"No."

At that moment, it was as if a weight had been lifted off of Emma's neck and floated into the sky. She smiled, leaning her head back and letting out her breath. "Thank God," she said with a smile. "Then why is all this stuff happening to me? Lapses of time where I can't remember things, and I threw Dean across the damn parking lot!" Cas just looked at her.

"Your powers from your possession as a child are expanding." He said, "Demonic in nature, but it does not mean anything about you." Emma nodded her head before pulling the car back onto the road, driving toward the nearest gas station. Now that she wasn't as tense, she felt tired. Coke would help that.

"Where are you going?" Cas asked. Emma had expected him to leave, but apparently this was not the only reason he was here.

"Gas station." Emma replied, and Cas nodded his head. "So what's up?"

"You have to go back." Cas replied. Emma shook her head, pulling into the parking lot and standing up out of her car. Cas appeared beside her. "They do not harbor ill feelings toward you. They are worried about you."

"I don't want them to worry about me." Emma said as she walked into the gas station. "I don't want them to worry about me even a little bit. I'd like them, preferably, to forget about me."

Castiel shook his head. "You know that will not happen." he said to her, "It is your destiny to remain with the Winchesters. You have to protect them. You need them to fulfill your journey."

"I really hate it when you talk in riddles. What if I don't care about my journey?"

Castiel stood in front of her as she rummaged through the refrigerator, pulling out a coke. "Then the world will end."

When the two of them got back into Emma's truck, she sat there, sipping on the coke and thinking for a long time. Cas said nothing, only continued to look around as if he were impatient. "Okay fine," Emma said, finally and frowned at him. "I'm trusting you angel face. Where are they?"

"Look what the cat dragged in," Dean said in surprise as Emma walked through their door. She tossed her bag onto the couch next to Sam and only glanced at him before looking around. Sam set the book he was reading down on the couch beside him and smiled.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked happily, and wrapped his arms around her.

"Angel face. He doesn't bend very easily in an argument." she replied, and Dean scoffed as Sam nodded his head. Emma turned and put her arms around Dean's neck, hugging him to her and whispering a quick "I'm sorry" into his ear. Dean nodded his head and squeezed her tight. "So!" Emma said, smiling at the two, "What'do we got boys?"

"Your vision was right." Dean was the first to speak up. "Some guy got his throat full of razor blades from the candy his wife bought."

"That's pleasant." Emma replied and rolled her eyes, shaking her head a few times before moving to pick up the open hex bag on the table. She looked down at the items closely, while Dean ate another piece of candy.

"Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" Sam asked incredulously.

"It's Halloween, man." Dean replied defensively. Emma picked up a plant and sniffed it.

"Every day for us is Halloween, dork." she said, and set it down to start picking through the rest of it.

"Don't be such a downer. You find anything in there?"

"We're definitely on a witch hunt," Emma replied, "But this is definitely not your normal hex bag. This is an herb I have never seen before. It's got to have been extinct for a long time -"

"Two hundred years." Sam said. Emma indicated him.

"And then this coin? It's Celtic. Like hundreds of years old, real deal stuff. And that?" Emma watched as Dean picked up the small charred item and sniffed at it. "That would be charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby, I'm assuming... or something..." Emma frowned to herself, not quite sure how she had known that. Dean made a disgusted face and dropped it back into the bag.

"Gross."

"Yeah... I'm gonna pee. You guys keep investigating." Emma announced and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. With a frown, she leaned against the door and stared at the ground. How had she known what that was? She ran one hand over her hair, before turning to look at herself in the mirror. There was a long moment before her eyes turned a pitch black, and she smiled.

"Showtime."

Kinda short but here you go! Next one should be out later tonight or tomorrow :D