The plan sucked. At least, it did to me but that was probably because I was bait.

"I almost died Dean!" I paused for a moment, trying to bring back the anger I had felt earlier. "It was in my mother!"

"You knew the consequences," Dean yelled back.

"Fuck you Dean! Get out! I hate you! Leave!"

"Gladly!" He got into the car, slamming the door. Sam gave me an apologetic look before getting into the car. I stormed back into the house, slamming the door and not paying attention to the Impala driving away. I grabbed the large bag of salt that was by the door. I relined the salt line at the front door before going around and checking the rest.

Now, it was just a waiting game.

It was dark when they finally came. Of course. They couldn't come when it was sunny and not creepy. I was just missing the thunderstorm. I was sitting in the kitchen. My heart had calmed down, though as soon as I heard the noise in the basement, the beat sped up. I grabbed the bag of salt, peeking into the hallway. I didn't see anything. My imagination wouldn't let me write it off.

The back door was kicked open, the salt line obliterated, and Ernie was standing in the doorway.

"Honey, I'm home!" He called out, cheerily.

I didn't have to fake the fear. I ran back into the kitchen, heading for the living room. I stopped in the middle of it though, seeing Becky in the front hall. I guessed she came in from the basement.

"What's the matter Emma? Dean leave you alone?"

I stepped back, going closer to the wall. Ernie had been coming in after me through the kitchen. He was stopped though by the Devil's Trap that had been painted on the ceiling. "What the…. You bitch!"

"What?" I asked."Can't have a few tricks of my own?"

He yelled something, but I turned back to Becky. She was more dangerous at the moment.

She looked towards the ceiling, seeing the other Trap there. "Ah ah ah..." she said, waving a finger at me. "You forget I don't need to actually come close. It's a bonus."

She waved her hand. I dropped the salt, and flew into the wall on the side opposite of where Ernie was. "Want a treat darling?" she asked the demon who inhabited him.

"Love one," he grinned.

She was about to wave her hand and toss me to his direction when a shot went off. She stood there for a moment, something flickering by the side of her head, before she fell to the ground.

I fell to the ground, wincing as I stood up. Hitting that wall hurt more than the last one.

Dean came rushing into the room towards me. I stood up and gave him a smile, wincing as my muscles convulsed. "Took you long enough." Sam came in and aimed the gun he had at Ernie.

"Wait!" Both of them looked at me. "Don't shoot him. It's Ernie…."

Dean gave a sigh and looked at Sam. "We'll have to exorcize him."

"Can I do it?" I asked. Again, they both shot me confused looks. "Might need to learn, for the future and all…."

Sam nodded and moved forwards to me. He pulled a book out of his jacket and opened it onto a specific page. "If you need help with any of the pronunciation, just ask."

I nodded and took the book from him. I walked closer to where the demon was trapped. I owed Ernie this much for everything he's done for me.

I started reading the exorcism out, stumbling slightly over the words. I was going pretty slowly and the demon tried to trip me up.

"Emma, Emma, Emma. You know what he wanted to do to you, don't you? What he thought about with you and that pretty car of yours?"

I ignored him and continued reading.

"He's in here now denying it. But we know the truth, don't we?" His words didn't faze me. I had grown up around cops until my dad had died. After that, I had spent years on the road. I've heard plenty of worse things. The demon realised I wasn't reacting and changed course.

"Doesn't it bother you then, how many girls Dean's been with? After all, what's the saying…when you sleep with him, you sleep with all of them?"

I clenched my jaw, trying to continue and ignore him still. This was a touchy subject.

"Even after he met you, he was still there, fucking anything he wanted. And where were you? With Kyle? He could have kids running around across the country and you'd never know. Well, at least you chose the Winchester who hasn't fucked a demon."

I didn't get to continue, the book was ripped out of my hands by Dean who had appeared next to me. "Hey!"

"You're taking too long. You can practise later." He went through the exorcism quickly, and I watched the demon exit Ernie the same way it had left Kyle.

Ernie crumpled to the ground and I stood there next to Dean before looking back where Sam was at the body of Becky. "What are we going to do about the two of them?" I asked. No one answered.

~.~.~.~

Sam took care of the body. I'm not sure what he did with it and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Ernie had woken up and Dean had told him some story about drinking too much and how we found him on the street. Dean drove him home. I scrubbed blood off of the walls. It was more than a little disconcerting, but it gave me something to do while thinking.

I had slept with Dean. Granted it had been in a fit of anger and lust, but I still slept with him. I didn't know what he was expecting out of it. I contemplated asking him, but the thought of that conversation made me nervous.

"Emma?"

I looked up from my scrubbing to see Sam in the doorway. "Hey Sam."

"Can we talk?"

"Go ahead," I turned back to my cleaning. I didn't want to leave blood on my walls. It was decorating I really didn't need.

"Dean told me about the letter. I know something happened today, and I think you need to know he doesn't want just a one night thing."

Of course, we'd talk about Dean. I stopped scrubbing and turned to face Sam. He was giving me those eyes again. I feared this conversation with Dean; to have it with Sam was even more awkward.

"Dean, he doesn't really talk about it, but he wants the family, the dog, the white picket fence. I'm not saying you have to be all that, but you don't have to be just another girl." I didn't really know what to say to that.
"Sam…"

"I know. I'm sorry. It's been a rough day. I just don't want you running off on him again. The car rides are awkward with Dean when he's upset."

"I need to think," I said, looking away from him. I went back to my scrubbing.

At least now I knew what Dean wanted. I just had to decide what I wanted.

I thought about it. I could go through this again. Fighting with Dean, leaving for months or even years only to find my way back. I scrubbed harder. I could leave for good, finally cut them from my life…but I already had demons after me and this tattoo would always make me a target. I felt my throat start to close up.

"Here, let me." Sam said, bending down next to me. "Take a break."

I nodded and handed him the rag I was using, before standing up and going upstairs to my room. It still smelled like sex, but I ignored it and sat on the edge of my bed.

Before I could stop myself, I started crying.

I tried to stop, to be quiet about it but the more I attempted to, the harder I cried and before I knew it was I bawling. It was embarrassing when I realised that it was quite possible that the boys could hear me. I don't know what it was. So much had happened so fast that I hadn't really had time to process any of it, so it wasn't too surprising I had finally broke down.

I was doing the awkward bawling that involved a lot of breathing in as I tried to catch my breath but couldn't stop sobbing. I was pretty sure I sounded hysterical.

A knock sounded on my door.

"Emma?" I wasn't sure who it was, but they sounded nervous. I didn't blame them.

"I'm fine," I managed to get out, attempting to wipe my eyes. "Don't come in."

"You sure?"

"Yes, just fuck off!"

I didn't hear anything else, but it had distracted me enough that I could breathe properly.

I fell back on the bed, curling up and grabbing one of my pillows. I buried my face in it, and fell asleep crying.

~.~.~.~

When I woke up, I was groggy. My eyes felt swollen and I moved towards the heat that was on my back. I felt the arm around me tighten and I turned around to see Dean asleep next to me. I didn't think, just moved closer and buried my face into his chest.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice low with sleep.

"Not really," I answered. I was a bit surprised that he was here, especially if he heard me cry like I did. At that point though, it didn't matter. He was there.

"We got all the blood of the walls."

I didn't respond for a moment and when I did, I wasn't sure if he heard me. "Thanks." I fell silent, enjoying the feeling of safety that I felt being surrounded by him. The days had affected me more than I thought. I didn't think about it, just fell back asleep.