I am so sorry this has taken so long. I am very angry with myself, probably just as angry as all my loyal readers are with me. I humbly offer this chapter. And yes, I know not much happens, but I need to set the scene for my next big twist. Please don't be mad.

Not Beta'd. Do I really need to keep saying this?

Sunlight streamed through the door, bathing the creature in light and making its features unrecognisable but Sam could already recognise the species. Vampire.

The Vampire seemed to scan the room through the light before turning and kicking the door closed. Then he turned back, his face now clear.

Sam shook his head and sat up slowly.

"Ow." He said pointedly referring to his crash landing.

Above him, Dean smiled and reached for his brothers arm, pulling the younger Winchester to his feet.

"Suck it up Princess" was his reply, making Sam grin.

Dean stopped smiling and turned to stare at his brother. Sam met the gaze, trying not to be creeped out by the unnatural coloured eyes. In his human form, Dean had like his brother, been gifted with their father's green-brown eyes, something which he had lost when he had been turned. Since then, Sam had witnessed his brother with a whole range of new eye colours, from the blood red eyes as Deans transformation had progressed; to the strange red orange he had seen when Dean had finally tracked him down in La Push. Now they were a golden colour.

Quickly Sam looked away, aware that he was slowly being hypnotised by those eyes. The brothers fell into an uncomfortable silence.

Footsteps echoed through the room. Both brothers turned to the noise, as Emily walking in, running a brush through her wet hair which was causing droplets of water to fall onto her t-shirt. Dean smiled again.

"Little sister." He called. Sam rolled his eyes as Emily grinned and shook her head.

It was well known that Dean, although devoted to his younger brother through their childhood, had wanted a sister as well. Now with Emily as his sister-in-law, he was playing up the title of sister for all it was worth. Especially because Emily already had the marks of a supernatural attack on her and in Deans mind, needed a protector.

"Hi Dean." Emily called. She scanned the room and then nodded at her husband. "Not a bad clean up job." She commented.

Dean gave Sam a confused look as the younger brother smiled at his wife. "I did say I would clean up." He replied.

Deans look of confusion was now directed at Emily. She saw this and smiled again.

"Sam fought a brown paper monster this morning." She explained.

Dean again looked as Sam who just laughed and shook his head. Emily smiled and walked to the small kitchenette to make some coffee while Dean directed Sam to sit down and 'spill'. She smiled again as Sam went into an over dramatized version of his 'fight' with the brown paper before he was silenced with an 'oomph' sound. Dean had clearly thrown a pillow at his sibling. There was laughter before both men's voices dropped, beginning the real topic of conversation.

After a few minutes, Emily walked out of the kitchenette, holding two cups of coffee which she set down within reach of the brothers. Neither of them looked up at her, too caught up in their conversation. Deans face was frozen in a neutral expression, a common trait of a vampire, but Sam was pale. Their voices were so low as they talked that Emily couldn't make sense of the words.

She glanced around the room. It was clean, most of Sam and Emily's possessions already packed away after the success of their hunt. But Sam's lap top was still out, placed on the far table. Silently Emily walked over to it and pressed a few buttons to wake the sleeping computer. Sam never remembered to turn it off. The site it has slept on was a complete guide to human sacrifice. She closed the page and opened up another internet link straight to their joint email.

There were a few new messages. Mostly from Seth. The young wolf still idolised Sam and was often getting in contact with his former Alpha. Emily ignored them, knowing that Sam would look at them later. She scrolled down. Two emails from Bobby regarding possible hunts. Emily ignored them too. The final email was from Jacob. Emily frowned. Although all the wolves had access to Sam's email address, Jacob had never bothered to use this method to contact them, instead choosing to phone.

She opened the email and glanced at it.

Sam,

Heard you haven't phased in a while. Don't forget.

Jacob.

Emily lent back, absorbing the message as her mind through back. When was the last time Sam had Phased? Before their wedding, Emily was certain of that. In fact, the last time she could remember Sam phasing was six months ago, when Dean had first arrived.

Emily thought back, trying to remember. Before leaving La Push, Sam's uncle Levi and pulled her aside and said something about phasing. It was important for something but Emily couldn't remember why.

Emily sighed and closed the email. Whatever it was, she was sure she would remember it soon. Ignoring her husband and brother-in-law, she walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain. It was a beautiful day outside. Slightly overcast but not dark. Quickly so as not to disturb the two men, she grabbed her sun glasses and purse, checking she still had a spare key and a spare knife, she opened the door and stepped outside.

She waved to Clark as she walked past the Impala parked in the guest car park. The old man was washing his own beat up car but he smiled as she passed. Quickly, she began the familiar short walk into town.

Quickly Emily planned her trip. Down to the local store for a newspaper, then to the local diner for lunch. She would get something take away for Sam before heading back. Hopefully by then, Sam and Dean would have finished their conversation and they could decide their next move.

The store wasn't far and soon Emily found herself leaving, a newspaper and a bag of salt safely in a bag. Cutting across a small park, Emily started to make her way to a diner she and Sam had discovered during their first night in town. She stopped at the edge of the road to check if the path was clear. A bright light caught her eye. Up on the top of a small hill, near the diner but away from the rest of the town was a house. An ambulance was parked outside, drawing a small crowd of onlookers. Letting her curiosity get the best of her, Emily turned and joined the group.

"What happened?" She asked.

Some of the men in the group turned to look at her, their eyes naturally drawn to her scarred cheek. Emily suddenly felt like an outsider, intruding on a privet meeting. She held her ground, ignoring the slight look of horror from some of the less polite people in the group. Finally the man, who seemed to be the leader nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"A couple of the ladies went up to the house to see if Father Macintosh was in. He hasn't been seen for a while but the ladies found young Brent Michaels, one of the choir boys hanging in the basement."

Emily managed to make a suitably horrified face as the groups attention was brought back to the ambulance drivers, who were wheeling the body out. Quickly, aware that she no longer had their attention, she scanned the house.

She and Sam had invaded that very house the night before, looking for the evil priest. Emily could remember searching everywhere from the attic to the basement. The house had been empty, the priest having been found an hour later in the disused graveyard near the church. So where had the boy come from? And why had he died?

Having spent the last six months training as a hunter, Emily knew that this was something which needed to be looked into.

The group started to separate, people heading off to their own houses or the house of the distraught parents of the boy. Quickly, Emily slipped away.

Setting a fast walking pace, Emily ignored the Diner, instead heading back to the hotel. She must have made it there in record time, remembering to wave to Clark again, who was still washing his car.

As she reached the room, the door swung open. An arm reached out and pulled her inside before the door was slammed shut. Emily turned to look at the owner of the arm. Dean looked pissed.

"Damnit Emily, don't go off on your own!" he said. "I don't know what Sam would do if something happened to you."

Emily stared at Dean realising her brother-in-law had genuinely worried about her, a remarkable feat for a vampire. Neither of them payed attention as footsteps drew nearer, only turning when a voice broke through their thoughts.

"Oh, thank god!"

Emily turned and found herself immediately captured in her husbands arms. It was a safe and comfortable feeling and Emily hated to lose it, but she needed to speak. Pushing away, she looked up at him.

"Sam, something has happened in town. I don't think our hunt is over yet."

Both Winchester brothers stared at her.