Here go :) Sounds like a lot of you are really confused. Please don't think it's because the story is bad. It's because I want you to be confused. Is she possessed? Is she not possessed? What about what Cas said - remember didn't he say she wasn't? But she has the eyes and can't remember things? WHAT IS GOING ON?
You'll find out soon enough. ;)

I know y'all are probably getting tired of me apologizing for being late, but I started school again and I have hardly any time. Again I have a few lined up by hand but here's the typed chapter! Hope y'all are still around and stick with me. :)

CHAPTER 18

Emma was hiding, as she had been for the past day, just waiting. Her black eyes flashed in the late evening sunset, and she was crouched by the cheerleader's house, watching as she walked out the door. There was something odd. Something told her this could not be the witch. Emma just didn't feel it. She watched as the girl started walking down the street before hopping into her little car and driving away.

"What the fuck..."

Emma's body was uncomfortable. Sarah much preferred younger women, something around the age of 18. But she was agile, and her smile went a long way, and it wasn't as if her time with Dean hadn't been... delicious. Sarah smiled with Emma's mouth, and continued to drive after the cheerleader.

+s+s+

"Have you seen Emma?" Dean asked as the two of them walked into the hotel room. "Her car's still here but I have literally no friggin clue where she went all day."

"She said something about tailing the cheerleader." Sam replied casually as they walked into the hotel room. The moment he was inside, though, he lifted his gun, pointing it toward the figure that was standing in their room. He moved forward in an offensive stance, ready to attack whoever was waiting there. "Who are you?!" he demanded. Dean rushed in, grabbing his brother's arm and pulling him back.

"Sam! Sam wait! It's Castiel." there was a deafening silence as Sam stared at the angel, blinking a few times. "The angel." The two of them turned toward the window, where another man was standing. "Him I don't know."

Sam still continued to stand there and stare at Castiel, his eyes wide before he began to smile wide. "Hello Sam," Castiel said.

"Oh my God, uh, erm I didn't mean to... sorry. It's an honor, really, I've heard a lot about you."

"Quit blubbering, Sam, you'll be okay." a female voice came from the doorway and Emma could be seen leaning against the wall. Her eyes were back to normal but, to the brother's oblivion, she was not herself at all. Dean made to talk to her, but she shook her head, indicating she had gotten nothing during her tailing adventures. Sam was still staring at the angel, and held out his hand. Castiel looked down at Sam's hand, as if unsure of what to do with it, before Sam shook his hand a little bit and Castiel finally shook hands with the man. Emma smiled.

"And I, you. Sam Winchester..." Castiel continued, without looking over at Emma, "the boy with the demon blood. Glad to see you've ceased your extracurricular activities." Emma chuckled, and Dean gave her a weird look. The man by the window finally spoke, still facing the window. With a motion to her pack of cigarettes and a disdainful look at the angels, Emma walked out the door. Dean was confused, but said nothing.

"Let's keep it that way." Dean gave him a scowl.

"Yeah, okay, chuckles." Emma snickered. Dean looked back at Castiel. "Who's your friend?"

"The raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?" Dean frowned, and Emma's smile only broadened.

"Why?"

"Dean, have you located the witch?" Castiel demanded.

Dean was defensive. "Yes, we've located the witch." he replied, in almost a mocking tone. The other figure only scoffed.

"And is the witch dead?"

"No, but -" Sam began.

"We know who it is." Dean cut in. The angels exchanged a glance and Cas walked over to a table by Sam's bed, his brows contracted.

"Apparently the witch knows who you are too." In his hand as he turned around was a hex bag. "This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn't found it, surely one of both of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?" Dean and Sam looked at each other in alarm.

"We're working on it."

Emma's body, with a little grin was standing outside the window of the motel room, avoiding the glance of the angel that knew she was there, and kept scanning the areas outside the window for her. She leaned against the wall, and closed her eyes.

"That's unfortunate," she heard Castiel say. She narrowed her eyes as she listened to them speak of the seals, her eyebrows furrowed on her brow. The longer she listened to them, the more she frowned.

"We're going to destroy it." Emma's hand went up to Emma's mouth, and Sarah leaned toward the window a bit further. This couldn't happen. The seals HAD to be broken. Emma's head shook, and Sarah mumbled a curse. There was a short silence in the room and she feared they had heard her, but Dean's outburst

"So this is your plan, you're gonna smite the whole friggin' town?" Sarah smiled.

"We're out of time. This witch has to die, the seal must be saved." Sam's voice, as he replied, was aghast.

"There are a thousand people here."

"One thousand, two hundred and fourteen." the angel by the window replied as he turned around. He had lost sight of the demon girl.

"And you're willing to kill them all?" Sam scoffed, upset. Emma's mouth widened in a bigger smile. The angels could not purify the city with the Winchesters here. She just needed to buy enough time. After a few momens of argument between human and angel, Emma got what she was listening for.

Dean was adimment. "Yeah, but you'll have to kill me, then we're back to the same problem. I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something." There was a pause, "We can do this," he stressed, "We will find that witch and we will stop the summoning." Emma listened, her ear pressed ever closer to the window, for some answer.

"I suggest you move quickly."

Emma's body lit a cigarette. "Perfect."

Sarah/Emma spent the rest of the day trying to gear the Winchesters toward the cheerleader as much as possible. "She's got to be the witch." she said, over and over. "I know it."

"I know, Emma. We get it." Dean snapped. Sam and Dean were sitting in the front of the Impala, Emma was wedged comfortably into the back. She had her knees pulled up to her chest.

"You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this, Dean?" Sam suddenly asked, looking up from the bone in his fingers. Dean rolled his eyes.

"No."

"A lot," Sam replied, "I mean, more than a fire or some kitchen oven."

"Okay, Betty Crocker," Emma snickered, "what does that mean?"

Sam looked over at his brother before glancing to the backseat to meet Emma's eyes. She looked bored. "It means we make a stop."

Emma's body was anything but bored. Sarah's mind was clawing at the edges like a cat trying to figure out a way to keep them from meeting with the high school teacher. She knew he was the key. It had to be something.

Dean was turning a corner when the world went black for the Winchesters.

+s+s+

Emma/Sarah expertly pulled the Impala into the cemetery and checked to make sure the two brothers were safely tied up in the back seat. Running a hand over the back of her neck, Emma stood up out of the car and shut the door behind her. She looked around warily. They were here. She smiled. As Emma's body walked through the graves, and looked around curiously, the demon couldn't help but wonder what was taking them so long. The moon was up, the night was young. The Winchesters would be up soon, she also knew. The magic couldn't hold them in their unconscious prison for very long.

The familiar and soothing sound of muffled screams brought Emma to the base of a tree, where the cheerleader was tied up and the high school teacher was standing in front of her. Don Harding. Just standing there she could feel how old he was, and it both frightened and excited her at the same time. She was sure he had picked up a few things over the years.

The witch was doing a spell, a chalice close at hand. She stood by the tree and looked to the left and right, ready for a fight, ready for someone to try and come stop them. She was going to be a Queen when she hand delivered the Winchesters to Lilith, when she was there to open Hell with her. It was beginning. Don crossed the grass in front of him and ran the knife down the young woman's neck, before reaching over his head. Tracy wriggled and screamed. Something was wrong. Something she missed.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Emma's eyes watched in Sarah's horror as she watched the man drop to the ground, blood slowly oozing from his back and onto the graveyard ground. Emma resisted a shout and backed up a few steps as she saw the Winchesters walk through the graveyard. Dean looked angry, and walked over to the cheerleader immediately, cutting the ropes that held her in place. He pulled the gag from his mouth.

"Thank you! He was gonna kill me!" the girl shouted hysterically, "Ugh that son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?" Emma smiled wide and leaned her shoulder against the tree. Not yet. Not yet. Dean and Sam both looked up, reaching for their guns. "My brother... always was a little dim." As Dean and Sam went to pull their guns, Tracy yelled an incantation and the two were sent flying back, landing on the ground and writhing in pain. Horror filled Emma, that was not Sarah's, but her own.

The panic she felt belonged to Sarah.

"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice, his idea, but now, that honor goes to him. Our master's return? The spellwork's a two man job you understand, so for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable." Tracy knelt down beside Don and caught his blood in the chalice. "And you get him with a gun, uh, love that."

"The Winchesters have always been known as more shoot first and think later fighters." Emma said as she stepped from behind the tree. She smiled and walked over to where Tracy was standing. The cheerleader's face lit up and she threw her arms around Emma. Emma smiled and hugged her back. She saw Dean's eyes widen, and again felt that pain in her chest. Ignoring it, she stepped away from Tracy before walking to the altar with her. Emma's face turned over her shoulder and it was Sarah that smiled at them. "You know, back in the day, this was the one day you kept your children inside. Well tonight you'll all see what Halloween really is." With a grin, she stepped back and let Tracy finish her spell. The ground shook, and Emma smiled wider. This was what she had been waiting for. Another seal broken.

But the pain in her chest had not gone away, and it was becoming a problem. Moment by moment Sarah could feel Emma inside of her own body, clawing at her walls, screaming at the top of her subconscious lungs. She had never felt a human fight so hard. Over and over again she saw Dean's face, and over and over again the guilt overtook her. The panic overtook her. She leaned down, watching fingers that were not moving on her command gather blood onto her hands, and wiped it onto the faces of the Winchesters. Sam and Dean both stared at her in surprise and fear, and she gave them a last look before running off.

"Emma!"

"GET OUT!" Emma's mouth was screaming. She was knelt down in front of a grave. Had it been hours? Days? She had no idea. Emma's hands were holding her chest in her hand and she was screaming at the top of her lungs into the air that nobody else seemed to be breathing. "GET OUT OF ME!" Images of Dean in pain flashed over and over again in her mind, and each time her chest got more and more constricted, her breathing more and more heavy, her vision more and more blurry.

Her screams continued.

Sam and Dean found themselves in a tomb, facing Samhain. Dean was worried, Sam was worried, but the both of them were determined to finish this as quickly as it had started. Dean rounded a corner, running after his brother, and stopped in his tracks. Sam was standing in front of Samhain, his hand out, and his nose bleeding. Dean could almost hear the blood pounding through his brother's head. Every instinct in his body told him that this was wrong, that there was something wrong with his brother. His brother was almost something he wanted to hunt. His mind drifted to Emma as Don's body hit the ground and Sam awkwardly turned to the side. His eyes were cast down.

"Dean..."

"Don't say anything." Dean cut him off shortly, "Let's find Emma and get out of here."

Emma was, in a word or two, freaking out. She could not remember anything for the past two days, and when they had come into the hotel room, the brothers had been ignoring everything she said, as if she had come out of a coma when she woke up in the back of the Impala. Emma ran her hand through her hair and leaned her head on the window of her truck, bag slung over her shoulder. All she wanted to do was run, but Castiel's words kept replaying in her mind. There was a reason she was here. A reason she was supposed to stay with the Winchesters. She knew from the moment this started she should have been honest with them, and it pained her to know that there was no way out of this, besides to talk it out. Emma hated talking. She hated feeling scared. She hated feeling like something was wrong with her. But there was definitely something wrong. The blonde sighed and began lifting her duffel bags. "Emma!" Dean's voice called and she turned around, lifting her eyebrows as she put her bag into the back of her truck.

"Yeah?" she asked, almost nervously. She noted that Dean was staring at her funnily.

"I just wanted to say sorry for not answering your questions earlier. We were both tired, and I figure you were too."

"Dean, I-"

"Look," Dean cut her off. "I know there's something going on, but we're gonna figure it out, okay? So just don't worry about it for now. Let's go see Bobby and get it all worked out. It's probably got something to do with your fingerprint thing. I dunno." Emma, who looked on the verge of tears, nodded. Dean, instinctively, walked forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. At first she made to pull away, but she was so comfortable there. She fit against his chest like a puzzle piece and before she knew it she had wrapped her arms around his waist and put her forehead on his shoulder. Safety was what she felt, and by God she was terrified of it.

"Dean..."

"Hm, angel?" Dean mumbled, his voice low. He was enjoying the feeling and the moment as much as she was. She felt his hands on the back of her neck, sliding down to feel along the healing scars that were pushed over her shoulder and down her back. He remembered the first time he saw her, standing in Bobby's doorway with blood running onto his floor. They still hadn't gotten the stain out. As his fingers strayed to where the familiar texture of ink on a woman's skin was, he exhaled slowly. Her anti-possession tattoo was scratched. The scar had scratched it. Damn it.

Emma didn't reply, only sighed. As Dean pulled back to look at her, he noticed the bags under her eyes, and the worry that if he didn't feel like he could read her so well she'd never show. The two of them spent a moment looking at her, and the longer they stared, the more vulnerable Emma felt. Her entire body was telling her to run the other way, screaming to back away, screaming to get out.

But she didn't. Dean's lips touched hers in a vastly gentle way, as if testing the waters. She slowly responded to him, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer as the electricity between them increased, and her grip tightened around him. Dean pushed her against the side of her truck, his hands on her waist, pushing himself against her in a whir of sudden passion. Emma tilted her head back as they slowed down to look at him. Every inch of her skin was tingling. She gave him a little smile.

Out of nowhere, Dean pulled a beer from the top of Emma's car and smiled, saying nothing, only offering her some. She took it gratefully, not quite sure what to say yet herself, and took a long swig.

It only took a moment for the drug to take effect and Dean gently caught her in his arms as she fell forward into him. Sam came walking out of the hotel room on the phone. "Yeah, we got her Bobby. We're on our way. Get everything ready." Dean was lifting the woman into his arms and walking silently to the Impala without saying anything to his brother. Dean set Emma gently down onto the Impala seat, as Sam climbed into her truck, and the two of them sped off, as if they had never been there.

There it is! Cut some things out and made it shorter because it was getting kind of long and I really hate following an episode so closely. Typing up the next one right now! xoxo