When I woke up, it was light outside. I was surprised to find Dean lying on his stomach beside me. I stretched, feeling better than I did the last time I woke up. I sat up, pulling the sheet down and watching Dean as I moved to stand on my bed. My side of the bed was pushed up against the wall, leaving only the side that Dean was on as the way off. I moved carefully so I could get past him without waking him.

I had a foot on one side of his chest, and another between his calves when I felt a hand wrap around one of my ankles. My heart jumped in my chest and I lost my balance and fell. I heard Dean make a sound as I landed on him. I rolled off of him, hearing him muttering swears.

"Ow…" I moaned, before I reached out and hit him. "Don't do that!"

"Do what?" He asked, his voice low from sleep. He groaned as he turned to face me.

"Grab me like that! You scared the shit out of me!"

"It was a reaction," he complained, rubbing part of his back.

I glared at him before sitting up, wincing as my muscles pulled again. I had forgotten about the injuries from hitting the walls.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I answered. I looked up at him and found he was staring at me. I didn't acknowledge it; instead, I ignored my muscles and attempted to climb over him. I didn't make it far considering as soon as I was practically straddling Dean, he moved and I found myself pinned under him instead.

"Where are you going?" He asked and I found my heart rate sped up.

"Downstairs."

"Oh really?" He leant down and kissed me.

I found myself returning the kiss until I broke it off for air. "Yeah," I said, slightly breathless. "Gotta eat." I put my hands on his chest and tried to push. He didn't move but just smirked at me. "I'll make pancakes…" I sang, attempting to bribe him.

He looked like he was considering it.

"I'll even add bacon, if I have any."

He gave a sigh, kissing me thoroughly again before getting up. I briefly considered that breakfast was a bad idea until I heard my stomach rumble. I blushed as I sat up, hearing Dean laugh.

"Shut up."

~.~.~.~

When we got downstairs, I found Sam in the living room looking at one of the pictures on the wall.

"Stay out of the fridge Dean," I called to him as he went into the kitchen. I made my way over to Sam.

"Who took this?" He asked, pointing at the picture. It was one of the few homeless men that Penticton had. He was staring off into the distance. I remembered it well; it had been a strange conversation when I asked for permission.

"I forgot about this one…" I said, touching it and smiling. "I did."

"You did?" He looked at me, as if surprised. "It's good."

"Thanks. I went to school for photography. Haven't taken any pictures in awhile…maybe I'll start again." I mused before giving him a smile. "You hungry? I'm going to make pancakes." I left him in the living room with Dean, who had come in from the kitchen. I hoped I had ingredients, but I couldn't imagine my mom not having things to cook with.

I managed to make pancakes and bacon. Luckily, I had enough to feed all of us, though I took a smaller than usual portion. I wasn't as hungry as I thought.

"So," I said after I finished eating, "are there any protections we can put on the house?"

Dean didn't say anything, just got up and left. Sam sighed and looked at me.

"We can place more Devil's Traps and hide them. You already have salt."

I nodded but I wasn't really paying attention to him. I was looking in the direction that Dean had gone in.

"Go talk to him."

I waited for a moment before I grabbed whatever courage I had and followed after him.

~.~.~.~

I found him outside on the porch.

"Are you running again?" he asked, not looking at me.

"Excuse me?"

"It's a simple question Emma."

"Why are you asking me this?" I watched him start to pace. "Is it because of the house? Because of what I asked?" He looked away from me. "Jesus Dean, I just want my house to be safe! My mom lives here, I want her safe." I moved closer to him. I hadn't really made any sort of concrete decision to myself before this. "I'm not staying here, not now." He finally did look at me then.

I sat down on the steps, I couldn't run from this but that didn't mean I had to stand and look at him when I asked. I was afraid. "Where do we stand?"

He sat down next to me. "I don't know," he answered. I could tell he was as uncomfortable as I was.

"I don't know what I want," I admitted. "You scare me sometimes with everything you do but…it's kind of finding me now…." I sighed. "I still got to get my car from Bobby's."

"And after that?" he asked, not looking at me.

"I don't know Dean, what happens after that?"

"Sam and I have to hunt."

I nodded. "I figured that." We sat in silence, both of us not sure what to say. I felt his heat though at the side of me. It made me think of waking up from crying and having him there. Feeling safe with him there. It also reminded me that even though he caused all these problems in my life, he also came for me when he thought I was in trouble or if I needed him. I ran from him and still, even angry with me, he came.
I leaned and put my head on his shoulder. He tensed.

"Maybe…" I gathered my courage and hoped I wasn't going to regret this. "Maybe I could come with you for a bit."

"You want to hunt?" He raised his eyebrows, giving me an incredulous look.

"Not hunt, just…help research and what not." I avoided mentioning it would mostly be to travel with them. It didn't matter though; I think he knew.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, kissed the top of my head and we just sat there until Sam came out and told me he set up the Devil's Traps.

I called my mom, informed her that it was safe to come home but I wouldn't be there. I didn't have a cell still but it was next on my to do list and I'd call her as soon as I did. I did one last check of the house, stopping to throw my sheets in the laundry.

"Em! Hurry up!" Dean yelled from outside, but I ignored him and went to my room, grabbing the camera bag that had sat untouched for years. I looked at my house and locked the door. Strange how things almost come full circle. I turned and looked at the Impala where Dean was in the driver's seat and Sam was sitting next to him.

Oh god, I hoped I didn't regret this.

The End

Well my friends, that the end of Dead Men and Demons. This is also currently the last story of Emma's (but hey, you never know what could happen ;) ) Thank you all so much for reading, reviewing and listing this in your favourites. I hope you enjoyed the ride...I sure did.