*Hey guys Im here don't shoot lol I know I've been away but i have been so busy. Anyways here is a update for you. Im trying to get back into writing slowly. Thanks for hanging in there*

Emma walked into her apartment and slammed the door, locking it behind her. She threw her keys on the table and headed into the bathroom. She looked into the mirror and saw the blood running from her head. "Shit." She sighed and grabbed her first aid kit out and began to patch herself up. She knew she couldn't go to the hospital...not with Cynthia being there and cops asking questions.

She put the bandages on on and threw the paper in the trash. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiles.. "One way or another...he will be mine." she said to herself. "Mrs. Emma Winchester." she grinned. "I think the sound of that."

Hospital

Dean walked down the hallway and back into the waiting room where everyone was waiting. She wiped his eyes as he walked over to them. When Hannah saw him she jumped up from her seat and ran over to him, "How is she? How is my sister?" she asked and Sam, John, and Mary stood behind her waiting to hear the news on Cynthia.

"She is going to be ok." Dean said chocking back the tears, "She uh...shes scrapped up pretty back with a few broken bones but she'll live. She can go him in a few days. They just want to keep her and run some test."

"And the baby?" Hannah asked. Dean looked at her and shook his head with a tear in his eye. Hannah gasp and covered her mouth, "No."

"There was nothing she could do. Said she would have lost it anyways more than likely. Her body couldn't handle it or something like that." Dean said.

"Does she know yet?" Hannah asked him.

"Not yet. I wanted her to rest. I didn't want to tell her yet."

"She is going to need to know."

"I know and I'll tell her when she is feeling better. She doesn't need the stress right now." Dean said.

Hannah nodded, "Can we see her?"

"Yeah go ahead." Dean said. Hannah took Sams hand and they headed into the back. Dean ran his fingers through his hair as he turned to his parent, "This is all my fault."

"No its not. You didn't help the situation but its not your fault." John told him. "We can talk about this later. Right now we just need Cynthia to get better and be there for her."

Dean nodded, "Yeah. I need to fix this somehow. Shes going to hate me even more." he said and sat down in the chair. "I fucked up."

"Do you think it was Emma that did this to her?" Mary asked as she sat next to him.

"I don't know but you better believe I am going to find out." Dean said and balled up his fist. If it was Emma he was going to kill her with his bare hands. No one hurts his family."

"Calm down Dean." John said. "We will figure this out. Just worry about your wife right now and I will make a few calls."

Cynthia lay in her bed with her hand on her stomach. Tears fell from her eyes. Her and Dean has already been through so much. Maybe this baby would fix everything for them and get them back to the way they once where. Hannah and Sam walked in and smiles when they saw Cynthia sitting up a little. Hannah was glad her sister was ok but her heart was breaking for her at the same time, "Hey sis." Hannah said and walked over to her, "How you feeling?"

"Im ok. A little sore but I'll live thank God. Wheres Dean?"

"He is out with John and Mary. He'll be right back, sweetie." Hannah said and sat next to her sister, "Can I get you anything?"

"I think Im ok now. Just glad the baby is ok?" Cynthia gave her sister a small smile.

It was all Hannah could do not to break down right then and there. All she did was nod, "Well you just rest up and get better soon. Don't worry we will find out who did this."

"I think it was just a drunk driver. I hope they didn't hurt anyone else." Cynthia said.

"Me too." Hannah said and kissed her sister on the cheek.. "We are going to head home but I will be here first thing in the morning."

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too." Hannah said. Sam gave Cynthia a kiss goodbye and headed out with Hannah. "You think she will be ok?" Sam asked.

"I hope so. Her and Dean are in for a long road. Lets just hope they make it through this." Hannah said.

Dean walked back into the room and sat next to Cynthia, "Can I get you anything ,baby?"

"No im ok?" Cynthia gave him a soft smile, "Im just glad the baby is ok." Dean said and Dean face dropped a little, "What is it?" she asked. "I know that look in your eyes."

Dean hated to do this but he had to tell her and break her heart yet again, "I need to tell you something."

"Why is that never a good thing when you say that to me?"

Dean took her hand in his and looked into her eyes, "Sweetheart about the baby...they uh...they didn't make it. Im so sorry." Dean said with a tear in his eyes.

Cynthia chocked up, "My-my baby is gone?" she said, "But-but you said everything was fine."

"I know I did. I didn't want you to get upset. You need to rest."

"I don't need to rest I need my baby!" She cried.

Dean got up and sat on the bed and pulled her to him, "Im so sorry for this. Im so sorry." he said over and over again but it didn't matter. Nothing he said could fix this for them. All of this started becasue of him and he would never forgive himself for this.

Cynthia wiped her eyes and pulled away a little, "Was-was it the wreak?"

"Partly. They said you may have lost the baby anyways. Im sorry."

"Why? Its not like you did this or had anything to do with it. Accidents happen I guess. I just need to sleep right now." She said and laid down turning her back to Dean.

Dean sat there and watched her. He could see her heart breaking. The girl who use to shine and he the light of everyone life was dying inside and it was because of him and he knew it. He kill her.

2 days later

Cynthia was released and Dean took her home. While Jeffery was taking care of her Dean took the chance to run into work and take care of a few things. He walked into his office and closed the door behind him. "I was wondering when you would get here." Emma said.

Dean turned around and saw her standing next to the wall, "What the hell are you doing in here?" he asked.

"I heard Cynthia was in a accident and just wanted to see how she was is all." Emma smiled hoping that Dean was say she was dead and take her into his arms and tell her that he was just as happy as she was.

"Shes fine. Now leave."

Emma gritted her teeth, "Good to know. Im sure she is pretty banged up."

"Emma what the hell do you want? Don't act like you care. Im fact..." Dean walked over to her, "You seem pretty damn curious about my wife all of a sudden."

"What... I cant ask about you guys?"

"No...you cant." Dean grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into the wall, "You listen to me. If I find out you had anything to do with this I will rip you apart. Do you understand me?"

"I love when you control me." Emma smiled.

"You think this is a game? I don't want you. I never did. Im not playing your game anymore!"

Emma took his arm and pushed him away hard, "You have no choice. We both know I can ruin you in a second. Don't push me Dean!"

"We'll see about that. You do what you got to do but if and when I find out you did this...dont be surprised when you find yourself in a ditch. Trust me sweetheart you have no idea what I am capable of."

"Im reallly scared."

Dean walked back over to her, "You should be. You have 2 seconds to get out of here before kill you just for the hell of it."

Emma looked into his dark eyes and her smirked faded when she saw how serious he was. "Fine. I'll see you sooner than you know." Emma said before walking out of the room. This was far from over. She had a plan.

Dean slammed the door and leaned on it running his fingers through his hair. How did he let things go so far? He should have said no to Emma from the beginning. Maybe Cynthia was right. He did care about more more back then than her. He had really fucked things up and it was up to him to fix them no matter what.

*Not as long as I wanted but I just had to give you guys something. You are all so great. Thanks for the reviews and always!