Scar Tissue

by Maggie Valo

With the Apocalypse hanging over the world's head, Danielle returns to her godfather's side, and tries to avoid the world's end. But it'll come with a price. Memories she doesn't wanna relive, explanations she doesn't wanna give. DeanXO.C.

12. Chapter 12: Back from the dead

A/N: Hi, so, here's chapter 12... I hope you enjoy it. From now on, the plot will be a little off the original Supernatural plot, so now you know. Plese review, I became a total review whore, I'd do whatever you ask if you jsur review, believe me, I will ^.^

Song: Memory motel- The Rolling Stones

-So, Bobby, what was so important that you made us drove all night?- Dean asked as soon as Bobby greeted them in his living room. Sam was right behind him, tired, bag in one hand as he rubbed his other one over his face. He figured they might as well stay at least a day, to some laundry and check some things out, find another hunt maybe, see if they could hear about Emma…

-You'll see- Bobby replied, rolling to the staircase. He turned to look at them-Just don't shoot, okay?- he sighed and cleared his throat- Come down, girls-

"Girls?" Dean and Sam thought, must be the only time they actually thought the same thing at the same time. Slowly, so not to disturb them, Emma and Danielle made their way down the stairs. The boys' mouths fell open. It sure couldn't be true, now could it?

-Dani?- Sam was the first one to recover. Of course, that was because there wasn't so much at stake for him. He wasn't betting his sanity on this one. Sam walked closer to her and Danielle smiled at him sweetly. "That's her smile" Dean thought "can't be anyone else's" she looked like Danielle, but there was no way. But who was him to say that? Sure there was a way, he knew that perfectly.

-It's really me, lil' guy- Danielle told Sam-Want me to tell you a secret? I know you keep all my magazines- she winked at him-you're fairly creepy in a stalker friend kinda way…- she nodded to him and he broke into a wide grin. Yes, that was definitely her. He hugged her hard, lifting her from the floor, making Emma laugh.

-How did you get here?- he asked once he put her down

-Long story- she replied-and I'd like your brother to avoid the heart attack- she looked at Dean-Dean, baby, it's me- she said softly, walking to him. Her eyes searched his, and that usual green tone was now dark and opaque, with no life behind it. Danielle felt a tear run down her cheek but he brushed it away with his thumb. And when his skin touched hers, it sent an electric bolt through her entire body, and his as well. And that was all he needed. She was his Danielle, he could never be wrong with her.

Dean wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, crushing her in a tight hug. Danielle smiled in relief. They didn't ask so many questions, so that struck her as weird. But she could handle them in time. Right then, the outside world carried little worry and appeal. All she cared was him, and making him feel better. They had a world to save, and they were gonna need each other for that.

What seemed like ages later, they finally pulled apart. Emma, Sam and Bobby were watching them, waiting patiently.

-Okay, now that the reunion is over, we need to talk- Emma said. She wanted to avoid Sam at all cost, and well, she had a pretty good excuse right then.

-Yeah, she's right- Danielle agreed-there're some things you need to know- she looked at Sam, then at Emma, then back at Sam-both of you- she turned to Dean and grabbed his hand in hers-let me show you somethin'- she led them to the study, while Bobby rolled himself towards the kitchen to make some coffee. Emma followed him to help, and again, to avoid Sam. She felt bad for leaving now, and didn't want to face his surely comforting words, she didn't need them anymore.

-Here, check this out- Danielle handed Sam an old looking book. He read while Dean sat down on the chair behind the desk and pulled Danielle to him. He needed to feel her in his arms to make sure she was real. It all seemed like an illusion anyway. She was back from the dead, and he just couldn't believe it.

-This is a spell- Sam stated, throwing a glance towards the kitchen where Emma was-a spell to, if my Latin isn't too rusty, maximize the power of a weapon- Danielle nodded, he was good

-Exactly- she replied

-So? What it means?-

-I need an angel killin' sword- she said-and then, I need a lot of practice with that spell- she smiled lightly at him-and my cousin's help too-

-Why? What you're planning to do?-

-Okay, this is gonna sound weird, okay? But trust me-

-Trust you with what?- Dean spoke for the first time since he saw her. Danielle looked at him with a sweet grin on her lips

-You wanna know how I came back?- she inquired-Zachariah brought me back-

-What? Why? What's in for him?-

-He didn't say- she lied-He told me you were gonna need me though, and that he did it for you- She caressed his face lightly, lovingly-I'm not important, you are- she told him-the angels want you happy, or somethin' close to it, so you could say "yes" to Michael-

-What?- he asked, straightening forward-they brought you back so you could be my little play thing while Michael rides my ass?- he snapped-no way-

-I told them that- she replied-well, I told Zachariah. He said you will, eventually, say "yes"- There was no answer to that sentence. They were all freaked and scared as hell to admit it, but there was a chance Dean could say "yes". If they forced his hand too far, he'd break.

-But that's not what matters here- Danielle added

-Uh? Then what is?- Sam asked

-I found a way to stop Lucifer- she said firmly. In that moment, Bobby and Emma walked in, carrying coffee mugs for all of them. Danielle took her and got up from Dean's lap, which made him protest at the loss of her body warmth next to him. Danielle ignored him though, they had to get this over with.

-There're details I can't share- She told them-but I know the spell will work, if we find the sword and we get the energy necessary to pull this off-

-What are you talking about?- Dean inquired-what you're gonna do?-

-I told you. I need one of those angel killin' swords, and then, I need power. Lots of power, evil, good, who cares, power at the end-

-To do what?-

-To kill Lucifer-

-Kill Lucifer? Just like that?- Dean questioned-don't you think that if someone could have killed him they would've done it already?-

-They need a witch- Danielle replied-and a clairvoyant. Now, Lucifer is protected from witchcraft, but he's not invincible. And, we know his sorcerer, we can take him-

-With enough work, we can take him- Emma corrected- Alexander is no one to take lightly. He's a dangerous son of a bitch, and he only cares for one thing, that is power. That's why he's with Lucifer now. He doesn't give a shit about good, evil, or the world. He only wants power and a position of importance-

-How the hell do you know all this?- Sam asked. It was too much. He had wanted to keep it light with Emma, but that was enough

-I know Alexander pretty well- She answered, evasively-And I've got the way to stop him, too-

-But, we need to find him first-

-Which I already did- Emma interrupted-and I've got two possibilities. Now, if we're gonna fight him, we need to be prepared. None of your usual weapons will work on him- she told them, looking at Dean specially. She didn't know why, she just, found it easy to focus on Dean instead of Sam. He knew something was wrong with the whole thing, and she was positive that the second they were alone, he was going to pound like a hungry dog for answers. She wasn't looking forward to it.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!- Dean stood up and walked over to Danielle-so, you're saying that you've got another way to ice the devil, besides Michael fighting it?-

-Aham, exactly- Danielle replied

-And that's it? No catch for you, or anything? Just like that? You're gonna kill the damn thing while others had tried to get rid of him for centuries?-

-It's not just like that- Danielle admitted- I told you, we need power. But if we can find it and use it safely, we're done. Look, we can kill him, but he can't be in Sam-

-Why not?- Sam questioned. He had a plan forming in his head. If they could kill the devil, it'd be easier to have a willing target, or as willing as it could be. And they'd say they had to find him first, so there goes that idea.

-He'd be too powerful once he's in you- Emma, to his surprise, answered-we've gotta catch him now, or a little bit later, if possible. You see, his vessel is fallin' apart, and that's makin' him weak. If we got him when he's the weakest, then we got him- she nodded, sure of herself. They could never tell the boys that Juliet had said so. It wasn't something they'd understand.

-Okay, this is insane- Dean finally said-I can't believe you're so set on this. How can you be sure? There's not even one guarantee-

-It's better than havin' half the planet toasted- Danielle retorted-look, it's a good chance…-

-Is it? What about you? You need power, and I'm guessing you need to channel that power for it to work- he looked straight into her ocean blue eyes, that were exactly the same as always, so loving and beautiful-Dani, that's how you died, remember? Energy over load?- he was referring to the time they'd been stuck in the future. Yes, that was how she died, but, things were different now.

-Dean, baby- she told him softly, walking to him and resting her hands on his handsome face-I've already died- He flinched at her words, but it was true- I already died, and yet, here I am-

-Not the same…-

-Listen to me- she interrupted him, putting a finger on his lips-we can do this. We have to prepare, and the biggest pain in the ass will be Lex, but, we can do this-

-No, Dani, is too dangerous-

-Oh, yeah? More dangerous than an archangel toastin' half the fuckin' world? I don't think so-

She let go of his face and walked to her cousin's side. Dean wanted to explain why he was so damn hard about the whole thing. It was because with Michael and Lucifer, it involved just the two of them, he and his brother. And that, luckily, he could handle. He knew he wasn't doing a great job, but he could handle. Now, having Danielle in the crossfire again, willing to fight and do things that could get her killed, he wasn't ready for that. He experienced how it felt to lose her once, he couldn't go through that again.

But there had to be a way around it, right? Well, it was always the obvious. Say "yes" to Michael. But, he had to do that in the next six months, because that was when the devil told Sam he'd give up. He was so fucked. There was no way of knowing that Danielle could try to kill him anyway if she had the chance. But again, there had to be a way.

-Why are you telling us this?- Dean asked, shaking his head. He wanted to enjoy Danielle, the fact that she was back and well, and most important, with him.

-We're gonna need some help- Emma answered him-first, we have to take down Alexander- Sam didn't miss the way she said "Alexander". There was something personal with the guy, he just had to figure out what

-And he's the damn best sorcerer out there- Danielle added-it's gonna be tough-

-Why?-

-You need a witch to kill a sorcerer- Emma explained-only a witch can take him down, and vice versa. In the way that if you shoot me, I won't die. I'm a concealed witch, give my girl a few days and she'll be as good as her mother was- she smirked at Danielle and that caught Dean's attention

-You're into this now, too?- he asked, groaning

-Dean, I need to do this-she defended-and she's right, is in our blood. My mother was one of the best, and so was Aunt Liv. We're probably the only ones out there that can take down Lex-

-I don't like this- He admitted-is like you tell me you're suddenly from a long line of vampires. It's insane!-

-Witches aren't evil- Emma jumped for her cousin's benefit-we're not somethin' you'd like to hunt, Dean- she said in a menacing voice. It shocked Sam to hear her like that. He ignored it all this time, but she was dangerous-We don't use demonic magic, that's all you know. We had our own way, and it's got nothin' to do with bein' some demon's bitches-

-I hope you're right, I really do- Dean snapped

-Oh, I am- she replied sarcastically-we know what we're doin'. Maybe it was a mistake to tell you-

-Emma, wait- Danielle interrupted-this is getting' out of hand. This is not a mistake, we're stronger together. We can handle more things- she locked eyes with Dean-but if you don't trust us, it's really a shame- he didn't miss the threat on her tone. She was threatening to leave, again, and that wasn't something he was going to stand this time.

-I trust you- he told her, not looking at Emma

-Then good- she smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his waist-because we're headin' into a storm, baby, and you better buckle up, 'cause it's a bumpy ride- He couldn't say no to those eyes. He just couldn't.

-Let's have this conversation later- he suggested, keeping an arm around her securely-I know Sam and I need some rest- she looked at Danielle-how about you guys?- he threw Emma and Bobby a look and they all nodded

-We've got a pretty tough days ahead, we better save energies- Bobby said. Dean nodded in agreement and pulled Danielle to him

-Let's go to our room, baby- he whispered in his ear. She nodded weakly and waved to her cousin

-See ya- she called, and they went upstairs. Emma stared after her and cursed. Bobby looked at the two of them and rolled out of the way

-I'll be in the kitchen, call me if you need anything- he said and then disappeared. They were finally alone. Sam tried to sense something from Emma, but there was so little she showed. He noticed her shoulders tensing and preparing to run away. But he wasn't gonna let her.

-Emma…- he began and heard her sigh. She knew this was going to happen.

-Look, Sam, don't do it, okay? I don't wanna talk about…- but she was cut off by his mouth descending on hers. And damn, he tasted so good. It'd been more than two weeks since last time she was with him, and she could feel her desire pulsing through her veins, making her wet on the spot. He sure knew how to shut her up. He didn't mean for that to happen, he honestly wanted to talk to her, but right then it was pretty difficult. Her tongue moving inside his mouth, meeting each thrust of his own, made him harder than he could imagine. And he totally lost it when she entwined her long and soft fingers in his hair, bringing him closer to her.

-I was worried about you- he muttered against her lips-and I'm glad you're okay- and that was it. He didn't say anything else. He dragged her upstairs to her room and closed the door behind them, not wanting to face Bobby's wrath if he found them. He tried, really hard, to keep his hands from ripping her clothes, but it was hard. It'd been a while, and, sincerely, he missed her. But he wasn't about to say that out loud. He rather avoid both of them the embarrassment.

Emma was just as eager as he was. She took off her short white T shirt and threw it aside, letting it fall somewhere. With her almost exposed chest to him, Sam let out a groan of frustration. He wanted to see her, feel her, taste her, like there was no tomorrow. It was their way of making it right. He knew she was having a hard time talking about why she left, but he understood. She needed time alone, and didn't want to be around people. He could totally sympathize, so he didn't care about hearing it for her. Right then, he didn't care about anything else but her soft, hot body pinned underneath him.

-Bed- she murmured through the kiss, not even breaking contact with his lips. Sam was all too eager to comply. He lifted her in his arms, as she wrapped her legs around him, and carried her to the bed. He put the covers off and sat down, more like fell, against the mattress.

-Too many clothes on, Dexter- Emma said and began to undo the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside, his under shirt following. Emma purred in contentment as she ran her hands up his muscular chest, leaving goose bumps on the way. And Sam couldn't take anymore. He unhooked her bra and threw it behind him, palming her breasts, squeezing a little, making her moan in pleasure. She arched her back into his hands and gripped his long hair tightly, holding onto dear life. The feeling of his hot mouth on her skin was too much and she needed to feel him inside her, she wanted to remember that awesome connection they had, the one that when their eyes met, it would feel just right.

Emma moved her hands down his chest, to the waistband of his jeans and with clumsy fingers, she unzipped it and wanted to pull it off, but Sam wasn't moving. She groaned in protest and he chuckled at her eagerness. Or need.

-Let's make it fair- he whispered in her ear and then bit her earlobe softly, making a shiver run down her spine. They quickly kicked their shoes and began to work on taking their lower body clothes off as well. The need to feel that heat radiating from her was making Sam dizzy. He could sense her desire, and he imagined how wet she must be, for him. He couldn't help but feel proud at that. After all, that gorgeous woman wanted him, and she could have anyone she liked.

After their trousers were finally off, they took their sweet time caressing, kissing, and sometimes biting each other. It wasn't a time to hurry. Sam wanted to enjoy every inch of her body, commit it to memory, and never forget how beautiful she was.

-Sam…- Emma moaned as his hands traveled up her long slender legs, to lightly touch the dark fairy on her hip. He kissed it, and went higher. His mouth devoured hers in a passionate and hungry kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. Emma was on edge. She felt like every nerve on her body was a live wire, and every time he touched her, she felt a special heat spreading to her lower section, making her torturously wet and aching for him. Not able to stand it anymore, she slid his boxers down and took him in her hand, massaging him and squeezing lightly, teasing him. Sam let out a sound similar to a moan from deep in his chest and Emma smiled evilly.

He was still on top of her, but she quickly changed the position. She straddled his thighs, hand still working him. He couldn't take it. The hot, soft hand on his aching, hard cock was pushing him over the edge, fast. He wanted it to last. Slowly, and wanting to kick himself for it, he moved her hand from his body and pulled her down to him, kissing her softly, building in intensity and need. He was trying hard to keep from just entering her in one quick hard move. Instead, he let her set the pace. Emma smiled sweetly at him, and he immediately knew something was wrong. In a good sense wrong, like he was going to be torture for a while before having his so much desired release.

Emma decided she wanted to play a little with Sam. It was only fair, since last time he played with her. She wanted to take him over the edge, but not let him come, so he'd be so frustrated he'd snap and make the move to have her. Yes, she liked when he showed his strength and power over her, it felt so masculine and hot, it turned her on more than anything. She knew, somewhere in her mind, that Sam was actually a sweet, caring guy, but she also knew he had a dark side, and like last time, she wanted it all to herself.

She moved too fast for him to comprehend what she was doing. In one swift motion, she had him pinned beneath her, not able to move. He stared at her with wide shocked eyes and Emma laughed.

-Let me show you a good time, baby- she purred, that southern drawl making him twist in need. She slowly began to pump him again, gaining speed while her mouth took his in a deep kiss. She felt him stiffen in her hand and let go of him, not willing to give him his release yet. Sam groaned into her mouth and the feeling of control took her to a strange high. Her body was as desperate as his, only she was better at hiding it. Or so she thought. Sam could feel her arousal on his stomach, and he finally decided it was too much, and he had to show her who was the boss. Metaphorically speaking. He was never such an aggressive lover, but she brought the best and worst in him, and she enjoyed it all.

Showing off his strength and bigger body, he rolled them over, hovering over her, trying not to crush her with his weight. Emma gasped in shock but recovered pretty quickly. She wrapped her arms and legs around his well built body, and felt the tip of him brushing her wet folds. She moved against him, earning a moan in response, and she knew her game was long forgotten. She needed him, now.

-Let's ride it, cowboy- she muttered sexily, rolling them again so she could straddle him once more. Sam was prepared for it. He gripped her hips tightly and helped her lower onto his big, hard, aching cock. Inch after inch, she took him in, embracing him with her warmth. And it couldn't be more perfect.

-Damn it, Emma- he groaned- you feel too good, baby- he kissed her hard once- too good- Emma moaned when his cock hit a spot inside her that made her see stars behind her heavy lids. She began to move faster, taking him deeper, hitting spots she loved. He had her panting for air and begging for release in no time. Sam's hand ghosted to her clit and he rubbed it roughly, making her shiver and fasten her movements. With his other hand he teased her breast, rolling the hard nipple between his long talented fingers. Emma threw her head back, screaming out his name as she rode off her orgasm. It had hit her like a big wave of pleasure, and caught her off guard. As soon as he felt her muscles contracting around him, taking him so deep he felt they were actually one person, Sam lost it. He squeezed her breast tighter, prolonging her pleasure and enjoying his own. Their names were coming from each others' mouths as they rode that perfect wave of sensations together.

-Wow…- Emma panted, resting her head on his wide shoulder- I missed that- she admitted with a low chuckle. Sam smiled in response

-Me too- he replied, his arms going around her back to embrace her in their warmth. He just couldn't place what he was feeling, but it was damn good, and he didn't want to think too much about it. He just wanted to enjoy her company and her love for now.

-You're avoidin' the subject- Danielle stated, staring at Dean as he closed the door, arms crossed across her chest. She knew he was trying to distract her, and she'd be damned if he succeeded. They had to talk about it, it was important, life and death important. But Dean wasn't having any. He locked the door, remembering the last time he did so with Danielle there. He had thought for more than two weeks he would never see her again. Taking a slow deep breath, he filled his lungs with air, and, amazingly, he felt whole again. It was like her being there was enough to make him feel alive, enjoying each minute of each day.

When their eyes met, Danielle shivered at the intensity of his gaze. His green eyes were shadowed with lust, and at the same time, the sun coming from the window shined in them and made them look gorgeous and hopeful. She loved him so much. It was still hard to say it, but she felt it alright. She loved the man to death and more probably. And there was no way she wasn't gonna show him just how much he meant to her. Forgetting their previous discussion, Danielle moved to his side in a daze. Her ocean blue eyes sparkled like two beautiful gems, the color of lapislazuli, that golden glint making them glow with love and desire. She was perfect for him.

He couldn't help himself. When she was just inches from him, he reached out, grabbing her hand in his. Danielle stared at their joined hands and sighed in contentment. This was how life was supposed to be. Easy and painless. The two of them together. Again, a shiver ran down Danielle's spine. Dean's skin was soft and hot, burning in hers. She caressed his face, drawing the outline of his features. First, his strong set jaw, then his beautiful, sexy lips, his perfectly sized nose and then she dropped her hand, letting it fall to her side. Taking him all in, it was like looking into the sun, he was too gorgeous.

Dean couldn't explain what he felt. The pain he felt when she died, and the joy and happiness that invaded him when he saw her standing in front of him, breathing and well. The feelings were intense. And though he couldn't tell her about them, he could show her. Slowly, he began to caress her soft skin. He lifted her black top and tossed it aside, revealing in the view of her bare chest before him. She wasn't wearing a bra, maybe she predicted, or in fact saw, that this could happen.

In a sudden jolt of heat, Danielle kicked her shoes off, then her jeans, and took care of his clothes as well. She wanted to feel him against her, show him she was there with him and alive, very much alive. The bed seemed too far away from them. In what felt like ages, they made it there, and fell against the warm covers, and comfy pillows. They didn't need to talk, they both felt the same. Disposing of their underwear, finally, Dean kissed her full lips for a long minutes, the passion behind the kiss scared them both a bit.

He needed her. Needed to feel her heart beating beneath him. With a slow motion, he entered her, no foreplay, no nothing, just the two of them, enjoying each other, showing off their love. Their breaths caught when they were finally together. They fit right into each other; it'll never cease to amaze them both. When they recovered, Dean began to move inside her, raising sensations too strong to describe. Maybe it had to do with the fact that this was their reunion, and she'd been, after all, dead, but each time Dean thrusted into her, she felt like a big snow ball was forming inside her, waiting to be unleashed. Until it finally was. He squeezed her breasts softly and kissed her, biting down her bottom lip, making her moan and arch in pleasure. He felt her tense around him as her climax hit her wave after wave of blissful joy. He wanted to say it, but his mouth was occupied, so he settled with falling apart inside her, his breathing erratic. She knew he loved her, and so did he. Sometimes, there was no need for words to make things ugly and uncomfortable. They laid in bed, legs entwined, Danielle's head resting lazily on his shoulder.

Take it from a person who'd been in it, that sure felt like heaven on Earth. If Olivia's heaven was a bar, hers would be a bed, with Dean on it, enjoying his beauty to no end. With something close to a purr, Danielle snuggled closer to him. They still had all night after all.

-You taste like sweets- Dean commented after kissing Danielle the next day. She giggled and pulled away from him

-I found a bag of candies in the Camaro- she explained-I couldn't resist- she smiled at him and he slowly returned it. It was impossible to help it. Sometimes, when he watched her, he'd think that maybe things weren't so bad. That maybe there was a good part to all the shit they had to put up with. And Danielle definitely was what made his life tolerable.

-Let's get inside, your cousin's driving Sam crazy-

-What'd she do now?- Danielle asked, secretly smirking of course. Emma was the best friend anyone could wish for and the best damn witch in the country too. It was hard for her to accept, but her baby cousin was a powerful lady.

-She keeps trying to get us to call Cass and ask him the sword- Dean replied. They were walking towards Bobby's front door, being previously in the savage yard-but Sam keeps saying it's still too soon, that she's not experienced enough-

-Oh, well, she's experienced alright- Danielle said with a smirk-but he's right, it's too soon. Even if we get that sword, we need to work on the spell, then I need to work on another spell…- she trailed off, realizing she had just screwed up big time.

-Whoa, whoa, what?- Dean inquired, stopping her and turning her around

-Yeah…about that…- she laughed nervously-it's just this little spell, to channel some demons energy…nothin' big- her southern drawl was ticker when she lied, and Dean knew that

-Dani…-

-Okay, it's a spell used for channeling power, especially evil power. If I use it, I could walk away afterwards easily-

-Otherwise…?-

-Otherwise I'm bumped with God knows how much power from God knows what kind of creatures- she opened her ocean blue eyes wide and looked straight into his green ones-Lucifer will be surrounded by demons, and Lex. Those aren't nice people, Dean-

-True…- he agreed-but what would happen if you don't use the spell, or if it fails?-

-I could become some kind of hell bitch- she answered-but mostly, it'd wear me out, it'd take all my energy, and it'd be hard to get back up afterwards-

-Hard to get back up?- he scoffed-that's your educated way of saying it's gonna kill you, right?-

-No- she shook her head in denial-not kill me. Just, it might get me a little bit…crazy…Look, it's hard to have all that power inside of you, and walk away. That's why I need the spell-

-And you're sure it's gonna work?- his tone was worried, and every minute he was more convinced that hers was a bad idea

-Yes- she seemed so sure of herself, he hated the fact that he was about to ruin her confidence. There was no way he was going to let Danielle and Emma get away with it. If he had to say "yes" to Michael, then he was gonna. He couldn't let Danielle get hurt again, that wasn't a possibility.

-Dani!- that was Emma's voice, screaming for her cousin.

-What the fuck?- Danielle murmured and ran inside the house, Dean following right after her.

-Emma? What the fuck is goin' on?- Danielle asked as soon as she saw Emma in the living room. She was holding Danielle's phone in her hand. Sam and Bobby were standing behind her, their faces equal masks of concern

-That was Andy- Emma spoke with an empty tone, quiet and hurt-I…I picked up 'cause you weren't here… -she took a deep breath and then she locked eyes with Danielle-Tony's missin'- she finally let out

-What?- Danielle's voice now was a copy of her cousin's-what you mean he's missin'?-

-Andy thought we'd be best to deal with it, she thinks we've got a case-

A case?-

-Are you deaf or stupid, Dani? Yes, a case!- Emma snapped-and we better get out asses to California ASAP, 'cause he'd been gone for two days-

-Let's go- Danielle nodded and turned to Dean-you two are comin'?- she inquired

-Hell yeah- Dean replied, and looked at Sam-we're in-

After they packed their bags, they took off. It was gonna get them a few days to get there, maybe day and a half if they broke a few speed limits laws.

-You wanna ride with Sam? I let you the Camaro- Danielle offered to her cousin, who was throwing her bag on the back seat of the red car

-No, thanks!- she replied sarcastically- I'm up to here with that guy. Give me a break- Emma got in the passenger seat and waited for her cousin. Danielle sighed. So much for thinking they would be together. Well, they could, but she knew Emma, she was too stubborn and pigheaded for really considering the idea of letting someone that close. "Maybe someday" she thought and got in the car too. Dean drove past them and stopped, the window down

-We'll keep in touch, if there's something new we need to know, call, or work the lights-

-Alright- Danielle agreed, but then an evil grin spread across her face-but you're gonna have to keep up with me, baby, this one had never seen a tail light- Dean chuckled and raised his eyebrows

-What you're willing to bet?-

-Memory motel, just like the old times- she smirked-a week end to listen to the Rolling Stones and do whatever it is you wanna do- she sobered up quickly-sorry, whatever it is I wanna do-

-We'll see that, babe- he replied-and I'm definitely up for it-

-Then ride it cowboy, what you're waitin' for?- she winked at him and sped off, Emma's laugh echoing in the vehicle.

-Put on some Motley Crue, would ya? I need cool music to work my magic- Danielle said and slowly ran a hand through the steering wheel-c'mon, baby, don't let me down- she whispered to her car- let's beat Dean's ass-

-You're the boss- Emma replied and, as she was asked, she put on a Motley Crue cassette. They drove to the sound of "Don't go away mad" as the road got dark behind them.