I know that at the moment, a lot of you will hate me. I know it's been forever since I posted. I can only hope that my excuse is good enough. You see, I work for the navy and have just returned from a few months at sea with no internet connection. I had always planned to continue this story, so please don't be afraid that I have given up. I love it too much. Please accept this chapter as an apology for my absence.

Warning: Un-betad like always.

Emily opened her eyes and blinked as the fading light of the afternoon greeted her from between the blinds. She groaned and rolled over, her hand coming to rest on the pillow beside her. She blinked again. Unsurprisingly, Sam was not in bed. Emily wasn't worried. No, she had more important things to worry about. She had never seen Sam in the midst of one of his physic episodes and had found it a truly frightening experience. The way Sam had thrashed around on the bed, flinching from her touch was something that Emily would happily never witness again. But Sam's words after had been chilling as he predicted his own death.

Pushing the feeling of dread in her stomach, Emily began to absentmindedly play with the ring on her finger. It was her wedding ring, her most precious possession. Emily watched the light flicker over the small diamond, the rainbow of colour slightly mesmerising. The silence of hundreds of things happening around her was relaxing. There was a soft tearing sound and the sound of papers moving. Then there was a dry thump. Someone swore. Emily giggled slightly and sat up, recognising Sam's voice.

Pulling the blankets back, Emily climbed out of the bed and walked into the next room. She stopped, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter at the sight in front of her. Despite her few months as a hunter, she was still damned sure there was no such thing as a brown paper and masking tape monster, but it looked like Sam had found and tried to kill it. Bits of paper were everywhere. The floor, the walls, even the roof. And there was Sam sitting in the middle of it, looking like he may have sticky taped his hands together. Emily smiled and rolled her eyes as the hunter and former Alpha male spotted her and help his bound hands up, the puppy dog eyes he was so good at going into overtime as he silently begged for her help. Stepping over a pile of paper, Emily finally released her laugh as she cleared the coffee table to unearth one of the many knives. Se knelt down by Sam and kissed him on the nose before cutting him free.

"My hero" she muttered, grinning.

Sam laughed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into the mess.

"My superwoman" he replied.

Emily smiled and buried her face into his neck in a mimic of what Sam had done when awaking from his dream. Glad that he was finally calm, she decided to ask the nagging question, picking up one of the many books littering the flood to help her innocent act. She glanced at the front page and noted the name written by hand on the cover.

'Elizabeth Masen' She read absentmindedly before forgetting it.

"Sam. That dream you had. What was it about?" She asked.

Immediately she knew it was the wrong question to ask as Sam stiffened. Quickly, he let go of her and turned back to the paper.

"Sam?" Emily asked, as Sam began searching under the paper, pulling out folders and books and beginning to pile them up. She watched silently as Sam dropped the pile on a largish piece of paper and try to wrap it up. Sam swore again as the unstable tower of paper began to topple.

Emily shook her head and stood up, placing the book with the rest of Sam's pile, her mind made up to hit the shower before Dean arrived.

"Tie it up before you wrap it." She suggested.

"Love you too" Sam called back as Emily left the room.

Sam sighed and lent back, staring hard at the brown package in front of him before finally giving in and checking the address once again. Inside this package was the result of many months work. Many of the documents were hand written by their original owners and if lost, could never be replaced. And more than that, this package represented so much to Sam. Almost six months of work wrapped up in one neat little package. It was funny to believe that something so small could, if Sam's theory was correct, change the world.

And here he was, about to put it in the hands of a vampire. Admittedly, Sam trusted Dr Cullen. He knew that the vampire would never release this information without first talking to Sam. And if Sam was honest with himself, he knew he wanted the doctor to know this. It would explain so much about the man's family, as well as solving one of the greatest mysteries in the supernatural community.

Sighing again, Sam glanced around the room. For a hotel room, it wasn't bad. Two rooms, not including the bathroom. The hotel owners were a friendly elderly couple, nice enough to let Sam use their postal service for free, although they had expressed an interest in why the young couple (Who were their only current guests, and had been for a full week now) were choosing to have their honeymoon in North Dakota, instead of in Florida or California (This had summed up a rather probing and embarrassing two hour talk, which Sam and Emily had to endure) Neither of them had noticed that the young couples arrival had coincided with the disappearance of the new town priest, who had been practicing human sacrifices, and was responsible for the disappearance of several homeless people.

Sam and Emily had finished him off that very night and had both staggered back to their hotel, only making minimal effort to act like the young couple out on the town for their hosts. They had both fallen into bed, only to be woken up a few short hours later by Sam's dream. Although Sam hadn't been able to sleep again, Emily had quickly returned to the bed. Sam was glad of it. If his dream was correct, Emily was in as much danger as he and Dean were. A peaceful sleep was what she deserved.

Sam broke free of his thoughts as someone quietly knocked on the door. Grabbing a knife, Sam moved silently towards the door.

"Yes?" he called, his grip on the knife tightening as he reached the door handle.

" Mr Winchester, its Clark, the hotel owner. You said last night that you had something for the mail today?"

Sam quickly hid the knife and opened the door. The old man gave him a friendly smile. Sam returned the gesture.

"Yes, it's right here. " He said, retreating to the table with the package. He picked it up, feeling the reassuring weight.

Then he handed it to the man. Clark glanced down at the address and nodded. Then he looked up at Sam.

"Is your lovely wife in?" he asked.

Inwardly, Sam groaned. He liked Clark, he really did, but the man was way too interested in small talk. Outwardly, he nodded.

"She is in the shower. I will tell her you asked about her."

Clark nodded and turned to the door, the package under his arm.

"Oh, and father Macintosh didn't appear at Mass today." He commented. "The congregation is beginning to wonder where he has gotten himself to."

Sam nodded again, not willing to tell the trusting old man that his priest was currently locked in one of the vaults where he had hidden his helpless victims. Sam and Emily had made sure it was sealed and considering that part of the graveyard, unlikely to be disturbed by anyone for at least 50 years.

"Don't worry. I am sure he will turn up soon." Sam found himself muttering.

Clark nodded and stepped through the door.

"Oh, one other thing before I go." Sam nodded and waited as the old man scratched his head.

"There's a man downstairs looking for you. Said you knew he was coming over?" This last bit was a question, rather than a statement.

Sam's mind went into overdrive. He knew Dean was coming over but could he really be here so soon. Or was it a demon, ready to finish him off. Clark was still standing at the door, waiting for Sam's reply. Quickly Sam smiled.

"Yes, I know who it is. Would you please send him up?"

Clark nodded and retreated from the room.

Sam shut the door and breathed hard. Had he just allowed his brother in, or had he just invited a demon. Sam pulled the knife out from its hiding place and gripped it tight, studying the room. It was a lot cleaner than it had been an hour before. Sam had tidied away the paper and string, and with the books and folders all gone, it looked like a normal room. But Sam knew he didn't have to move for then two feet in any direction to retrieve any number of weapons which he and Emily had secreted around the room.

There was a knock at the door, this one a lot louder then Clarks.

Taking a deep breath, Sam reached for the door and turned the handle. Something pushed against the door, hitting Sam and throwing the young hunter to the ground. Groaning, Sam rolled over and looked up into the eyes of the supernatural.

I am so sorry to end it there. I need to go to bed so I can go to work tomorrow, and the rest of this chapter would have taken to long to write when all I want to do is post. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon.