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Sam P.O.V.

It had been a week since we'd found Em and Belle at the mall. What happened, you ask? Well not much. After Dean interrogated them and acted like an angry father, both Em and Belle haven't spoken to us. I mean we've tried to approach them, but no. No luck. Cas, of course, was furious. At least, for a few minutes. He raged about how 'irresponsible' it was to 'dissapear' like that. All the girls had to do was apologise and perfect the art of puppy eyes to the max and Cas was himself again. Belle showed him the tattoo she got to honour him and Cas actually blushed! Talk about a miracle... Anyway, the girls have holed up in their motel room, ordering room service to keep going. Cas said Gabriel is watching them, alongside his own hawk like gaze.

Considering that Dean was the one who'd created this mission, you'd assume that he'd be trying to get them to confess and tell us what and why they did what they did, and left, but no. After his little rant he went to shower and went to bed. Now he's at the bar and I'm stuck here: a two bedroom motel room with cigarette burns in the curtains and mould in the corners of the ceiling.

I lay back on the bed, desperate for distraction. I could sleep...but I'm not tired. I could eat...but I'm not hungry. I could go after dean but there's no way in hell I'm watching him senslessly flirt with every girl in there, single or not, before leaving with one of them and coming back again later. No thank you. I decided to go and check on the half angels, if they'd even open the door.

I quickly pulled a plaid flannel from my bag that was laying next to my bed, full of unfolded clothes. I pulled it over my plain, white t-shirt and went to open the door. I stepped out into the sweltering heat and walked past what seemed like endless vending machines, until I came to their door by the office.

I knocked and my heart stopped. What am I doing?! I began to walk back, disguising the knock as a ditcher.

"Hey Sam, did you knock?" Belle asked from the doorway.

I turned around to face her, inwardly cringing. "Uh, yeah I did. Just checking everything's okay?"

Belle pulled at her blue pyjama t-shirt and I was shocked to see that it displayed a huge black cat's face. Oh my god, she's wearing matching trousers! Blue with tiny cats on! Don't laugh Sam, don't laugh. "All good thanks, excuse me a second" I nodded and she dissapered behind the door. I listened intently. "It's Sam...I know...I know...just go talk for a second...I'm wearing cat pyjamas I can't go back! Fine rock paper scissors? Okay... HA! I win! Go talk" Belle laughed and Em appeared at the door.

"Hey." Em looked nervous as she greeted me.

"Hi... I'm sorry for interrupting..." I looked down and then glanced up again. In her hand was a copy of one of the Percy Jackson books; she had her finger wedged in between the pages like a makeshift bookmark. As if she hadn't realised, she glanced down and back up quickly.

"Sorry, I was reading and yeah..." She turned red as she was speaking and brought the book to her chest, as if to hide herself.

"I was just checking if you and Belle were okay, which you are..." Why was this so awkward? I was just expressing concern, yet with Em is was more of an idiot than I usually was.

Em laughed lightly and I smiled. "We're fine, are you and Dean okay?"

"Dean left to go to a bar somewhere, personally I'm looking forward to torturing him tomorrow morning with his guaranteed hangover. I'll leave you with your book" I turned to leave but Em stopped me.

"Sam wait! If you're on your own then take this, try reading it, it's one of my favourites!" Em dissapered inside for a moment but returned with a paperback book. I took it from her without looking at the title and smiled.

"Thank you, I'll definitely give it a read."

"No problem...goodnight Sam" "Goodnight Em" I left, feeling slightly sick.

When I got back to the motel room I closed the door and stood with my back against the cold, off-white wood. Why did I feel ill? I mean yes, Em was nice and pretty and... nice, but why was I acting like this? As I thought of Em, I glanced down to the paperback that was in my hand still - 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone'.

I looked at it, sceptical. Since I have nothing else to do I sat on the bed and started to read as I waited for Dean to arrive in a drunken stupor.

Belle's P.O.V.

"My little sister! All grown up and giving strange men books!" I laughed as Em fell face down on to her bed.

"Shut up, I'm being nice! And anyway, you opened the door wearing pyjamas that look like they belong to a nine year old!" she giggled as she said it and I knew it was true.

"You're just jealous of my purrfect pyjays! SEE WHAT I DID THERE?! PURRFECT?!" I collapsed in a heap of uncontrollable laughter and Em groaned and threw a pillow at me.

"Hey! Don't be a spoil sport! I can report you for harassment, think of the officer's face if you go to report my allegedly 'kidnapping' you, and me reporting you assaulting me. I'd love to take a picture of that." I start to giggle even more.

"Are you drunk?" Em stands over me as I carry on laughing, " Besides, they'd believe me because I'd have to assault you to get away." And with that my little sister nearly outsassed me- the sass master.

"Before you report me to police, let's talk about you and Mister loverboy, who you let borrow your book. You don't let me touch your books never mind a stranger!" And with that Em blushed like a tomato.

"I was gonna get some ice cream from room service, you want some?"

"Oh no don't change the subject!" I cackled as Em ran into the bathroom for safety. Unfortunately for her, my bed is right next to the bathroom door. I leapt into action and blocked the door, sliding into the bathroom.

"Oh my god, I can now get you arrested for stalking as well!" Em giggled, sitting in the empty bathtub and drawing the curtain across.

"What you doin'?" I said in my best annoying voice.

"Drawing the darkness all around me to make you disappear." As she said that she pulled the curtain further across the tub.

"Oohh, morbid. I have chills." I laughed and fake shivered. I went to the mirror when I didn't hear Em shuffle anymore, not thinking anything of it I started to mess with my hair. That was all my little sister needed to be able to move to the other side of the tub and escape through the door like some kind of ice cream assassin.

I followed her into our bedroom/lounge and sat on my bed, happy to drop the subject. She picked up the phone and dialled room service. "Get me a strawberry ice cream with a bottle of coke. No make that two ice creams" I grinned. Em smiled and began to order out very vital ice cream. When she finished she let out a sigh. "What's up with you?" I asked, lying on my bed and flicking channels on the crappy TV.

"What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Why? Got plans?"

"No, I was just wondering." Em lay down and put her hands over her eyes.

"What's wrong, Em?" I asked concerned because she never looked this stressed or sad.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking..." Em said, muffled through her hands.

"Tell me, please." I said.

"We never got to do anything for us when it was our time on Earth, I just thought we could do something" I smiled, realising that the shopping was the only thing we've done for us. "Okay, yeah! Oh hang on...the Winchesters are gonna follow, aren't they?"

"Who cares?! It's a peace offering between team superawesomewithsprinkles and the Winchesters. Something fun, like a fairground!" she took her head out of her hands and smiled weakly. She never got a chance at a fun childhood, never even been to a fairground. She deserves something fun, and not shopping.

"But what if I puke up?" Em said worried.

"Who cares? Lots of people puke at the fairground. It comes with the territory. Hey you could go on one of those games that are almost impossible to win. Maybe lover boy Sam will win you one." I laugh as I wiggle my eyebrows at Em. She folds her arms across her chest and looked at me stubbornly for the last comment.

"I am quite capable of winning a stuffed bear myself because I am a strong... Maybe not strong, but average strengthed... Independa... Reliable, almost woman who can win a teddy bear." I was laughing as Em was saying her semi-motivational speech. She was very reliable, and approachable despite her introverted personality, which is one of the qualities I longed for and Em hated.