Hi there! I hope you enjoy this little chapter, it's short because it's just a prelude to the real action. From now on I think there'll be all importants chapters, and though I'm changing the series' plot a bit, I hope you still like it.

This chapter has some Sam/Emma goodness. I'll be honest, I'm a Sam girl, I love him, he's just too cute to deny. But Dean's great too, don't worry, I'll admit that he's hotter than hell. But who can resist dark strong Sam? Even without soul, he was awesome.

Okay, so, here's the songs for this chapter

-Sweet child o'mine- Guns and roses (I don't know if I put it before, but it rocks)

-You shook me all night long- ACDC

Happy reading, and you know I love reviews more than I love Sam

Peace to all, Maggie

And to answer the question, Emma's dad is not a hunter. He's just one good, FBI most wanted banker thief, I like him, though...

-I don't like this- Dean was still pacing around the living room, making Bobby sighed and Danielle narrow her eyes in annoyance. She was torn between siding with her cousin or with him. It was a tough decision. Because as much as she loved Dean, she knew Emma was right. If there was someone in that house capable of helping Sam, was Emma. Danielle knew her cousin better than she knew herself. It was a matter of time until they all see the wall around her falling, and they were going to be shocked when that happened. "Dean's gonna throw a tantrum like never before" she thought, already imagining it. She sighed heavily. It sucked, but they were going to have to handle it. Yes, the horseman was a fucking son of a bitch that liked to play with people, but they'd got the ring, so that part was covered.

It was worse to have to deal with Sam's after match with Hunger. He was one of the best hunters out there and they needed him. They needed Emma on her best. They had to find Lex and kill him, then they had to find the Devil and nail him too. Talk about hard work.

-Dean, Emma knows what she's doin'- Danielle told him, for the hundredth time that afternoon. It'd been two days since Emma went down to the panic room and stayed with Sam. She only saw her cousin a few times, when she got out for water, food or a shower. And the look in Emma's face scared her. She could see glimpses of her old self, the Emma that almost killed her boyfriend, the Emma that was a genius and a witch. The Emma that never showed up after Olivia's death.

-You're siding with her now?- his voice was angry and she had had enough

-Grow up- she snapped, tired of him and his childlike possessiveness of his brother. Like he was the only one able to make decisions without Sam's said so. Well, to hell with that.

-Where're you going?- he felt instantaneously bad for laying everything on her like that. Danielle turned, grabbed her cellphone and walked out the door, without another word.

-Fuck…- he murmured, running a hand through his hair.

-Yeah, she can be hard like that- Bobby commented- but you went over the limits there, son-

-I know- Dean faced the man who was like a father to him and sighed, falling on a chair and taking a sip of his whisky

-You should trust her more, that's all she's looking for-

-Yeah? Funny way of showing it- he said under his breath. He was in a shitty mood, and that was an understatement

-Cut her some slack- Bobby insisted, already tired of their fights and all-she was right with the California thing. She's a good hunter and a good witch and clairvoyant. And Emma is good with Sam too-

-She barely knows him- Dean shoot back

-True, but she's been down there for two days, and they seem to be doing pretty good-

-You're telling me you haven't heard the loud thumps and hits to the wall?- Dean got up and started pacing again- you didn't see Emma's bruises?-

-It's been hard on both, but she never complained- Bobby replied

-Doesn't make it right-Dean said in a low voice

-So you're not worrying about her doing something wrong but about Sam hurting her, am I right?- Dean glared at Bobby and he nodded, the answer clear on his expression-she's tough, she's gonna be fine-

-How can everyone be so sure? She's handling one pretty mess up guy in there, who was high on demon blood, and who every time he loses it, fucks up. So you tell me if I'm wrong but that's dangerous-

-She made her choice and there's no way of getting that off her head now-

-They shouldn't be involved in this- he suddenly let out- we're gonna fuck it, and they're gonna be there, suffering along with us-

-You're right, it's not fair, but they want to- Bobby rolled his wheelchair closer to Dean and spoke in serious tone- and if I were you, I'll take whatever help I can get-

-We already got Ellen and Jo killed, hell, even Dani died once- it was hard to question that logic, but Bobby tried anyway

-Yes, I know we got 'em killed, and it was in vain, I get it, trust me. But Dani and Emma managed to find a way to kill the devil, or at least put him back in the cage-

-What you mean put him back in the cage?- Dean's eyes fixed on Bobby's, willing him to explain- they say they could kill it-

-Not so sure- Bobby grimaced, betting Danielle was going to be pissed at him if he told Dean what he knew-look, he's one powerful son of a bitch, and the girls are not immortal-

-So, they're gonna have to send him back…- now he understood why Danielle was so worried- they need a way to open the gate-

-Yeah…-

-And they haven't found I yet, otherwise we'd be hunting Lucifer already-

-It's a tough goal, finding the key, but they'll manage, I'm sure-

-You have too much faith in them-

-No, faith is an irrational belief in something that is logically impossible- Danielle said from her position near the door-We know what we're doin', and are sure it's gonna work. Now, you don't seem too kind with that idea-

-Damn right- he scoffed- you're trying to ice the devil with a sword and a spell-

-So? How are you tryin' to ice him?- she asked, walking closer to him

-I'm working on that-he replied lowering his gaze

-Sure you are- it was her turn to scoff-why don't you just admit our idea is better and has more chances to succeed? You're bein' really paranoid with this, and it seemed you don't trust me, but I can't pretend I don't need you, 'cause Lucifer's not gonna follow me-

-You could get yourself killed-

-Oh really? And what ya think is gonna happen if Michael get s to ya, uh?- She was right in front of him now, faces close, bodies almost touching

-It's our mess to clean up, Dani-

-You can't do it alone- she relaxed a bit, not much though-and it's already hard enough-

-You don't know what you're getting yourself into-

-Like hell I don't! I'm gonna kill that fucker with or without you. It's time you begin to deal with it-

-How? Tell me, how? This is a mess, I can't handle everything- his eyes were sad now, hollow-my life's a mess, my brother is a junkie, and Satan wants to get to him, and it looks like there's no way to stop it-

-But there is!- Danielle forgot her anger and grabbed his hand, holding onto it, making him focus on her and understand- Dean, we can do it! I know how you feel, but…-

-No, you don't- he let go of her hand and backed away-you have no idea what it is like to see the world falling apart around you and there you stand, doing nothing!- he glared at her but his stare was empty-you have no idea what it is like to see the end of the world approaching, because of you-

-You know what? It's true, I don't know how it feels-her voice was calmed, controlled-but I sure as hell can tell you how I feel, and if you lose your will now, there's not much for us to do- again, she walked to him and hold his hand-we're stronger together, Dean, you know it. And maybe it's not such a bad idea to stick together. We can do this- her ocean blue eyes shined with honesty and his resolve crumbled- I need the backup- she added, smiling softly at him, trying to lighten the mood. He appreciated the effort, but he was way down, he was going to need a good whisky to get himself on track again.

-Okay…- he finally said, after what seemed like ages-but I've gotta go check on Sam- he let go of her hands and walked towards the basement. Danielle followed him with her gaze and sighed deeply. But not a minute later they heard a loud "son of a bitch" coming from downstairs. Bobby and Danielle shared a worried look. Danielle ran to Dean, and found the door of the panic room opened and Dean standing there, looking at it like in a trance, a very murderous trance.

-Dean?- she approached him quietly, careful- Dean, babe, what's goin' on?- That seemed to bring him to reality. He stared at her, eyes burning with rage and fear

-What's going on? What's going on is that your cousin took my brother!-

Danielle tried to come up with a suitable answer, but had none. "Damn you Emma and your stubborn manners" she cursed her cousin mentally

-I can track them- she said and went back upstairs, leaving Dean alone and confused. When he reached her, she was kneeling in front of a map of the US, holding some kind of stone by a chain and chanting something in Latin it seemed, he wasn't sure. He watched as the stone twisted and circled the map, finally settling in one spot. He walked closer to her then.

-Well, where are they?- he inquired, impatient

-Of course…- Danielle murmured, ignoring him-of course she would take him there, damn it!- she stood up and began packing some items she might need.

-Danielle, tell me where they are- Dean grabbed her arm and forced her to look at him

-They're in Lincoln, Nebraska-

-Why the hell would they be there?-

-That's where Emma lived part of her childhood, when Liv was alive- Danielle explained, not stopping her packing

-And…?-

-She's got a house there. Sometimes when she's down she goes there, it helps her-

-You know how to get there?- Dean asked, he squared his shoulders, ready for action

-Yeah…- Danielle was obviously not happy- but it'll take a few hours-

-I can work with that, c'mon- he hurried her- if we leave now we could get there before sunset-

-Fine, let's roll…- Danielle said goodbye to Bobby and they took off in both cars. She thought that if they were going to bring Emma and Sam home, it'd be better if they ride separately, specially Emma and Dean, to stop them from killing each other.

-Emma, this place is great- Sam's voice was light and positive, she felt a warm touch as he caught her arm, turned her around and kissed her, ever so softly.

-I take you like it in here- she replied, smiling easily. Sam chuckled. God, it was so good to see him like that, so free, careless, finally relaxing.

-It's real beautiful- he continued, looking around- it's quiet…- he struggled to find the words to describe what he thought- it's peaceful…- Emma nodded her agreement and walked towards the small kitchen. This had been her house for almost two years, a time when she and her mother were happy, when her dad lived close by, and Olivia wasn't fighting vengeful witches. A peaceful time.

-Are you hungry?- she asked, taking the food they bought out of the bag

-I could eat- Sam answered, watching her move around the kitchen like she owned it. She was one surprising woman, never ceased to amaze him. He took a seat by the small table and kept watching her.

-Stop that! You look like a peepin' Tom!- she complained, slapping his shoulder playfully. Sam laughed and held his arms up in surrender

-Okay, no more peeping- he promised and Emma couldn't help but laugh too. A few minutes passed, she had already made coffee, and some sandwiches, set them on the table, and now they were enjoying a late lunch.

-You took a pretty big risk...- Sam suddenly commented

-What?- she looked at him confused

-Bringing me here, Dean's probably on his way to drag me back-

-You don't have to go if you don't wanna- her expression was serious, and right then, he thought he loved her

-I don't know if that's such a good idea-

-Sam, he's not your father, he can't tell you what to do- Sam let out a horse chuckle

-Yeah, like I ever listened to my real dad- he shook his head

-Touché-she smiled and took a bite of her sandwich-but I'm serious, you need time off-

-We can't afford time off, Em-

-True…- she hesitated- but if you're in no shape to hunt, then it's useless for you to go back- her gaze met his and her ocean blue eyes sparkled with honesty-look, I don't wanna be a bitch, but there's no way the demon blood is out of your system yet. Besides, you're doin' great, Dexter-

-I guess…- his own light blue-green eyes shined then-It wasn't like other times. I really hate that panic room-

-Me too, and I only spent one day there-she sighed- I can't believe your brother put you through that, he should know better-

-It's the only way he has to deal with me- Sam defended Dean- it's hard for him to see me like that-

-And you think I got a kick outta it?- she shot back-no way, Sam, it's a bitch to watch you in pain- He grinned, happy she was honest and open to him. It made everything he felt real, and he began to have hope. He wanted to stop it, scared it might crush him when things were over, or didn't work out, but, it was another part of him, far from reason and logic that dominated him right then.

Without thinking, he reached out for her, his long finger entwined in her soft silky hair. He brought her closer to him, lips almost touching and exhaled a heavy breath, making her almost moan. He smelt so great her mouth was watering. Her hand moved on its own accord and she met his waiting lips, enjoying the warmth of his body and the feelings that he emanated. They lost track of time, but suddenly, Sam got up, hooked his arms under her knees and back, and carried her to the bed, while she planted soft tiny kisses along his jaw, neck, and every other part she could find.

Luckily, the house was small and the bedroom wasn't far away. Sam kicked the door close and laid her on the bed, her head hitting the pillows, her hair spreading over the white fabric. They weren't wearing much clothes, but Sam made sure to be thorough, take every piece of clothing slowly, enjoying, drinking in her beauty. All the times they'd been together, it was wilder, harder, darker even. But now, now he wanted to show her how much he appreciated her actions, what it meant to him having her by his side. He was one lucky bastard, in his opinion, she was loyal and strong, in another words, perfect for him.

Once her dark jeans were off and her Ramones T shirt was dropped somewhere in the room, Sam took his opportunity to really look at her. She wasn't wearing matched underwear, her panties were black lace and her bra was black cotton, but she was still gorgeous, her tattoos showing off, her pale skin almost glowing against the dark undergarments. There was the softest light coming from the window, it wrapped them in a surreal atmosphere, and they were finally totally alone.

-Sam…- she moaned, arching her back in need- stop the teasin'- her southern drawl somehow was a turn on for him. He took off his shirt and it flew to the floor, near the door. Emma's anxious hands moved to his jeans and she undid his belt and unzipped the zipper, freeing his already hard cock on her hands. She purred in contentment and grabbed him, squeezing softly and massaging him through his boxers.

-Enough- all the teasing back was painful and he got tired of it pretty quickly. He kicked off his shoes, and then his pants, working then on his socks and boxers. It was strange how the game turned against him. Now he was the one naked and she still had her underwear on. But not for long. His talented fingers slid her panties down her long legs and he caressed her skin lightly. She unhooked her bra ad finally, he could feel her entire body against his, flesh to flesh, heat radiating from her and encircling him wholly, beautiful and warm.

Sam began to kiss from her pouty lips to her jaw, neck, and down her fully breasts. Her nipples perked with the sudden attention and she moaned, the sound reverberating in her chest. He continued his attack on her skin, and let a wet trail all through her stomach, kissing each and everyone of the bruises he gave her, silently asking for forgiveness. She knew where he was going, and the anticipation was killing her. Her hips arched on their own accord and Sam smiled cockily. His big hands traveled to her legs, forcing them open and without warning, he thrust a finger inside her wet core.

-Fuck!- Emma couldn't help but scream. He kept thrusting in and out of her, sometimes adding his tongue and massaging her clit, making her pant and toss in pleasure.

-Oh my fuckin' God! Sam!- her southern drawl was thick and he knew he was doing it right. A couple more thrusts and she came undone beneath him, breathing hard, chest heaving and falling rhythmically.

Sam grinned in satisfaction, watching her eyes closed, trying to recover from her orgasm. Emma smirked as he pulled himself up, face to face with her

-Cocky much?- she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck

-Very much- he replied, kissing her deeply, tongues dancing together in a sensual way. He slowly positioned between her legs, his tip almost inside her, but not quiet. Emma rocked her hips desperately, teasing them both. Sam let out a heavy moan, almost a growl, and entered her as she arched her back off the mattress. His hand found her breast and he massaged it, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

She began to let out sounds that didn't make sense, since they weren't actual words. She felt like she had lost her mind, the pleasure clouding her brain with lust. Sam gripped her hip, keeping her down and thrusting harder and deeper inside her. She screamed his name over and over again, a curse or prayer following. He could feel her heart beating fast, her not so quiet moans, the melody so beautiful he felt his chest swell with pride of giving this gorgeous woman that kind of pleasure.

-Sam! Oh…my…God!- she tilted her head back, hitting the pillows as her body shook with the intensity of her climax. He thought it was the best vision in the world, watching her enjoy, her lips swollen, eyes half closed, hands gripping his biceps strongly. He thrust into her again, prolonging her orgasm as his own rocked through him.

It felt like ages before they were able to move again and Sam rolled to his side, one long arm wrapping around her waist. Emma was already on the edge of sleep, and his soft caress relaxed her even more. She reached out to put on her panties and he did the same with his boxers. But that was it, no pajama, no nothing. Sam pulled the covers so they were tucked in the bed, and hey both fell into a deep slumber, the best in a long time.

-Are we close?- Dean asked Danielle through the phone. He heard her sigh and narrowed his eyes, even if she couldn't see him.

-30 miles, then we've gotta get into town and drive half an hour-

-Where the hell did she live?-

-It was a quiet place for a witch, don't forget that- she had meant that to sound lighter than it had. Dean groaned on the other side and she wanted to kick herself for being so stupid. But then, if he couldn't handle it, then too fucking bad.

-Just follow me, okay? We'll get there- and with that she hung up. Dean stared at the cell phone like it might bite him. "Since when things were so damn hard?" Danielle used to be the person that was always on her side. Though he understood her, how could he not? She was loyal to family, because family always came first. And even if she didn't like it, Emma was Danielle's only family, aside from an old clairvoyant that didn't look too kind on helping them.

He sighed, what felt like the thousandth time that day, and hit the gas. He had to give her that, she was a good driver, and her Camaro was one hell of a car. It was the only time Dean had to keep up to someone.

-Mmmm…- he heard Emma's moan and had to try hard not to smirk. Even if she couldn't see him. He moved slowly closer to her, her naked body warm and inviting. His hands began to caress her skin softly, bringing her to reality little by little. He moved from her neck to her waist, rising goose bumps on his way, and she stirred, not completely awake yet, but her dream seemed to improve. She started tossing around, much like she did when he was giving her the best orgasm of her life. And with at that thought, Sam had to smirk. Who knew detoxing could end up so well?

-Mmmm, Sam…- this time he couldn't help it. He gripped her hips and turned her to face him, forcefully and totally on purpose, of course. Emma's eyes shot open and she stared at him like she was on a trance. Her hand reached to grab her gun beneath the pillow, but he stopped her.

-You don't need that- he murmured, lips suspended an inch apart from hers. He got lost in her eyes, that ocean blue darker than ever. It was the image of perdition; she could be a very dangerous woman.

-Sam…- his name sounded alien in that tone, a soft whisper that was rare coming from her. It was funny to see her like that, so vulnerable and beautiful.

-Hi…- he finally leaned down and their lips connected. And it drove Emma crazy. She quickly wrapped her arms around his wide back and her legs around his waist, pulling him to her, the only barrier being their underwear. Sam let out a heavy groan and Emma smiled through the kiss.

-Those will have to go, sorry darlin'- she said, hands moving fast to lower his boxers. And obviously, Sam took advantage of the situation and did the same to her panties. There was no foreplay, no teasing. It was about connecting in that familiar level, that got them to a strange high, a fantastic, orgasm induced high.

-Yes!- she didn't yell, but whispered. Her throat was dry but she didn't care, it felt so delicious to have him inside her, filling her like no one ever did. There were times like those, when she thought the world was exactly right the way it was, so perfect…

-Sam, harder- she begged- faster- his slow thrust were driving her wild, but didn't quiet took her where she wanted. Sam changed his position, diving into her from another angle, hands teasing her breasts in the most pleasurable way.

-Yes, God, yessss!- she hissed, head thrown back, lips parted, eyes half closed. He stared at her, his own climax making him crazy, and he was sure he knew her, like nobody did. She was amazing, and his, yes, in that moment at least, she was his.

-Sam!- her scream was muffled by his kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth at the same pace he was thrusting into her, and Emma bit down his lower lip, almost drawing blood. He felt her walls taking him even deeper and he lost it. He shook as his orgasm rocked through his body, lips still locked together. They came down from the high together, panting, sweaty and drained.

-That was…- it was Emma the first one to speak, but he silenced her again with his talented mouth.

A loud knock on the front door startled them. Emma watched Sam tense and knew he was going to grab his gun and go answer it. But she wasn't going to let him go without a fight.

-If you answer that, I will fuckin' kill you myself- she threatened, trying to sound serious, but it came out desperate.

-I think it'll be wiser to…- he couldn't finish his sentence, because another knock interrupted him.

-Whoever that is, is pretty impatient- he commented, intending to make her understand the urgency. Emma narrowed her eyes but let him go, sighing loudly. Sam grinned a crooked smile and threw his boxers and jeans on. He motioned for her to dress and indeed, grabbed his gun, taking the safe off.

-Here it is- Danielle said as she stood in front of a tiny house, with a nice porch with chairs and a hammock. It was weird to think Emma had lived there all those years ago, and that she came back whenever she had the chance. But, her cousin could be unique like that, Danielle thought.

-Okay, want me to knock or pick the lock?- Dean asked, ready to break in. Danielle threw him a dirty look and he backed away, hands up in surrender.

-I'll knock- she accentuated the word "I" and walked up the three steps to the door. She lifted her hand and knocked loudly on the door, knowing where the extra key was but not willing to share that information. Whatever it was Emma had done, she did to help Sam, and she was actually on her side on that one. Danielle waited with Dean standing behind her for a minute. Until Dean nudged her to do it again. She sighed and, of course, did it again, louder. She thought she heard movement on the other side, but couldn't be sure.

As Emma put on Sam's shirt, since her clothes were nowhere to be seen, Sam moved towards the door, quietly, his hunter instincts kicking in. He reached the door and held it behind it, aiming to shoot whoever was outside. He peeked through the peephole and lowered his gun, letting out a silent growl. He knew Dean would find a way to track them down, but he didn't image Danielle would help. After all, she always had Emma's back.

-Who's it?- Emma whispered, knife in hand, walking closer to Sam. He looked at her and shook his head. Emma watched him in confusion as he threw the door open to revealed a sympathetic looking Danielle and a very enraged looking Dean.

-Finally, you enlightened us with your presence- he said sarcastically to his brother, who glared at him. Danielle noticed his bare chest and groaned in annoyance. Well, of course they were having sex, what else could they do there?

-Dean…- Sam started but was cut off by Emma's not so sweet voice

-If you're here to drag Sam back to that hell hole, you drove all the way here in vain, I'm sorry- there was certain fierceness in her tone that amazed Danielle. Only two times she saw her cousin act that way, when her mother was hurt in a hunt and when she found her after being tortured by a demon. She was sure in that instant, that Emma was hooked, and that she cared about Sam more than she let on.

-It was hell of a stunt you put up back there- Dean ignored her threat and continued-your Houdini act is getting better, I see- he mocked and she just wanted to punch him in his big cocky mouth. In fact, she moved forward, but Sam caught her.

-Look, Dean, she meant well, okay? She was trying to help me-

-Oh, I know- his brother smirked that bitter characteristic smirk of him- you two made one great team-

-Dean…-

-No, Sammy, you don't get it! You disappeared from under my watch!-

-You were the one who threw him in there- Emma shot back, not caring about Sam's warning glance

-Excuse me? Who died and made you queen, uh? This is my brother we're talking about, you've got nothing to do with it-

-Dean…- this time it was Danielle who tried to cool things off

-Oh, yeah? Then why is he better here than with you?- that was below the belt, and she knew it. She just didn't care-Deal with it, I was right from the begginin', you don't know how to help him-

-But I sure as hell will try-

-No- Emma was dead serious- you're only makin' it worse. Accept the fact that he's good with me and we'll talk. Dean, I don't like you, you don't like me, but I wanna help Sam-

-I've dealt with him before, you know?- Dean wasn't just going to give up- You haven't seen half of it- And at that, Sam flinched. That one stung.

-That's what you think he is? Somethin' to deal with?- her voice was indignant- You were the one who said family was the most important thing, right? Then show it- she defied- show him you care, and not just that you're afraid of what he might do-

She'd got him there and he knew it. For such a crazy chick, she had some deep insight on his thoughts, and he hated it.

-Look, guys, why don't we get inside and talk like grown-ups?- Danielle was certain there was no way to make Dean and Emma just "talk", but she was going to try.

-She's right- Sam added- and I'd appreciate if you didn't talk about me like I wasn't here-

-Sorry, Dexter- Emma told him honestly- he just, gets on my nerves-

-I get that. But let me handle it-

-Are you sure?-

-Emma, I'm not a total imbecile, I can handle my freaking brother-

-Fine, sorry. I didn't mean to sound like Dean, my apologies- Sam rolled his eyes at her but she was already walking away, Danielle right behind her. He heard the door close and turned around.

-So? You're gonna tell me what the hell is going on?- Dean inquired, standing with his arms crossed across his chest in a defensive way. Sam sighed

-Dean, I just, needed some time off. That panic room isn't the best place to be when you don't know what the hell is happening and you have no one to ask- his tone was serious and kind of hurt. It made Dean hesitate.

-Look, I know I messed up, I do, but she was just trying to help. Perhaps from all of us, she's the only one who can-

-You really think so?- his voice changed to his fraternal one, and Sam breathed in relief

-I know I've done better than last time because she was with me- he admitted- she kept my mind from thinking about demon blood and she took off the edge. That's what I needed-

-She sure knows how to piss me off- Dean murmured but Sam heard and smiled

-Yeah, sorry about that-

-I think we're good- Dean said, sighing- but try not to vanish again, would ya? It was a pain in the ass to track you down-

-Yeah, and how exactly did you do that?- He walked to the kitchen and started the coffee machine, since there were no much they could eat

-I didn't do jack squat- Dean admitted, and chuckled- Dani took care of it, she's getting better-

-And you don't like that- Sam guessed. He recognized that tone

-I believe it's dangerous, but she won't listen. And what bothers me the most is that, maybe she's right-

-She is- Sam seemed awfully sure of himself- Emma told me what they want to do, and it makes sense. They're not messing around, Dean, they want this over, maybe worse than we do-

-Nah, that's not possible. Nobody wants this over worse than I do- Sam poured two mugs of coffee and gave one to Dean. They sat at the table, facing each other

-You ever thought that Dani is freaking out like this because she's afraid to lose you?-

-What?-

-Dean, she's terrified you'll say "yes" and become some archangel's bitch-

-Hey!-

-Sorry, man, but it's true-

-She really thinks that?-

-I'm pretty sure-

-It's not like that, she should know-

-She doesn't. She knows what Michael is capable of, and that doesn't include being merciful on his vessel. Cass told us how bad this could be. Hell, even Gabriel said it. One brother has to kill the other. And she's not willing to let it come to that-

-He's right- Danielle's voice startled them and Emma smirked- We're not gonna let those sons of bitches get to you- Danielle looked intently at them- to either of you-

-Dani…-

-No, Dean, you don't get it. It isn't just that Lucifer wants to make me his bitch, I really don't want the apocalypse to happen. And if there's a way to stop it, we've got it-

-It can fail, I'll give you that- Emma spoke-but there's a good chance it'll work, and it'll keep Sam and you safe-

-We don't need you to be our babysitters, we can find another way too-

-I don't think that's a good idea- Danielle stared at Dean, surprised at how stubborn he could be- listen, we can take out Lex, and we can take out Lucifer. There're not many witches alive now, our clan was the largest and most powerful for a long time-

-We can do this- Emma added, sitting on Sam's lap since there were no chairs left. He wrapped an arm around her waist and relaxed a bit-we have power, and we have resources. To fuck with it, we can even call Grams-

-She's not a witch- Dean argued

-She was the most powerful witch in the Cobain Clan. How you think she lived so long?- Emma smirked at that and Danielle smiled

-You make it look like it's a piece of cake- Sam was quiet, he sincerely trusted Emma and Danielle

-It's not, babe, I'm not stupid, alright?- Danielle took his hand in hers- but we're not givin' up, and you shouldn't either- she caressed his cheek softly- I told you Dean, we can't afford your loss of will now-

For a long while they were silent. Emma rested her head against Sam's shoulder and he stroked her hair, calming her. Danielle and Dean seemed to be on a staring contest, and finally, she won. Dean sighed, and nodded

-Okay, tell me what you've got- he said, and the girls smiled.

By the time they were done talking, it was way past midnight, and they were all tired.

-You guys can crash here and we'll leave tomorrow morning- Emma suggested, and they agreed. Damn, Dean would have agreed to sleep on the chair for how tired he was.

-Last night in paradise, Dexter- Emma told him when they were on their bed- tomorrow we'll go our separate ways for a while-

-I know…- Sam held her tight to his body, her warmth impossible to resist- let's just enjoy tonight, and we'll see in the morning-

-I can live with that- she said smiling as they lost themselves in each other. Maybe they had a long road ahead of them, but they could manage. Yes, they could definitely manage, if they hang on and make it through the worse part, they could handle anything.