AN: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up guys. I knew what I wanted but not know how to write it. But I hope you enjoy yet another chapter, even if it may be a little on the sappy side.

This time I woke to something pushing my legs to the side and grunted as I pushed back a little and cracked my eyes open. I was still slouched in the back of the Impala but Dean was stretched out beside me with his legs pushing against mine. We must have stopped at a gas station or something because a water bottle laid against Dean's leg and Sam was crinkling a wrapper of some sort while driving. I shifted and sat up rubbing at my eyes. Sam looked up from the mirror and handed back a chocolate snack cake. I mumbled a thanks and ate it rather fast as I realized just how hungry I was. I grabbed the bottle of water between myself and Dean, who was snoring at this point, and took a long swig of it before setting it back down. I wasn't really sure where we were but the glowing numbers of the radio claimed it to be a quarter to midnight. I sighed and looked out the window but ended up just looking at my own reflection. I stared at it for a long moment before dropping my gaze, disgusted by what I saw. What Caleb had said kept playing through my mind, that I wasn't a Winchester. I guess I always figured that I wasn't because of the vast differences between the three of us.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Sam asked glancing occasionally in the mirror at me.

I looked up startled out of my thoughts and found myself smiling softly. "Make it ten and we might have a deal." I could tell he was mock contemplating it before he nodded. I carefully and gracefully climbed from the back seat to the front without waking Dean. I settled in the front seat and took a drink from Sam's bottle before sighing and fiddling with my hands before saying anything. "Who is Emma Cornerstone?" I asked looking over finally.

Sam was silent for a long minute before shrugging. "Can't quite say I know Emily." He said glancing at me then back at the road.

I sighed and looked out the window and at my disheveled reflection. I don't know what I expected, but I guess that isn't the answer I wanted.

"Why do you ask?" Sam asked shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

I couldn't tell if I had hit a sore subject and he wasn't being honest, or if he was just tired of sitting in the car. "That guy back there. He said that that is who I really was. Or am." I didn't really know the technical term at this point. "But I guess I don't believe him." I said and Sam glanced at me with a raised eyebrow questioningly. "I mean, like." I hesitated. What did I mean? "I guess there is the whole, not remembering anything before the age of twelve. But that is because of a car accident." I said looking over at him for conformation.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. The car wreak." He said. "You got the worse of it because you were so young. Plus the whole. Car, half in the lake thing." He said slowly and almost sounded like Dean. He looked at me. "But lucky for you Dean didn't get knocked out and was able to pull you out." He said and I nodded along knowing the story rather well considering not remembering any of it.

I stared straight ahead out the windshield dropping the subject. Clearly Caleb was just trying to get under my skin, and it worked, as much as I hated to admit it. But I couldn't shake the fact that the name slid easily off my tongue like I had heard it many times before. I sighed and laid back in the seat knowing we weren't too terrible far from home.

We got home at about seven in the morning and I surprisingly was wide awake. I got out of the Impala and Sam stretched to his full length and flashed me a teasing smile as he turned and walked up the steps leaving me to wake Dean. I made a face at his back but wasn't mad at him. I turned around and was startled to see Dean already climbing over the seat. I raised an eyebrow. "Pushing the seat forward too mainstream?" I teased and he made a face and was about to say something as one leg got stuck behind the seat and he tumbled ungracefully out of the car and laid at my feet. I couldn't help but laugh. However, this led to him grabbing a leg and pulling it out from under me making me drop. I gasped before laughing and pushing away from him as he stood, picked me up, and threw me over his good shoulder. I could feel his body shake with a silent chuckle as I hit helplessly against his back while he walked up the steps. He dropped me on the couch and flashed a devilish grin before walking off. I laughed and sat up suddenly realizing I wasn't alone and gazed at Robbie suddenly embarrassed but he just shook his head while smiling.

"Good to see you back and in high spirits." He said and took in my tattered dress, over sized flannel shirt, messy hair, and blood stained bandaged arm. "Even considering, all that." He said as I shoved my bangs out of my face clearly uncomfortable. "Sam, um. Texted me with your phone." He added after a moment and put his hands in his pockets not really sure what to do.

So that's what that look was before he walked into the house. "And you have officially seen me at my lowest." I said with a sigh looking down and shaking my head slightly. "I'll be back after I change." I mumbled as I headed up the stairs followed by a 'I'll wait here'. I couldnt help but smile a little bit. It was a surprise of the pleasant sort for once. I decided to get a quick shower instead of just changing before I went back downstairs.

I found everyone sitting around the kitchen table. Dean and Robbie were talking cars, shocker, and Sam was playing with a pocket knife. They glanced up at me when I entered but no one said anything as I took the last seat. Dean and Robin clearly were having a heated discussion about which car was better so I turned my attention to Sam. "I think I might need stitches." This caught Robbie's attention instantly and Sam reached across the table to inspect my arm. Dean slowly stopped talking when be realized no one was listening anymore and I found myself turning red from the sudden attention.

"No." Sam shook his head. "I think its okay. Just keep it clean and wrapped." He said and shrugged. "You know the drill." He stated simply and smirked. "I trust you can do it. I dont want to have to keep an eye on the two of you." He joked.

"Yeah." Robbie smiled and nudged me with his arm. "What's this about you shooting Dean in the shoulder?" He asked and Dean snorted at is from across the table but said nothing.

"I. I wasn't the one who pulled the trigger." I said matter-of-factly. But my heart dropped and I looked at my hands. "But in reality it was my fualt." I said softly not looking up. I could feel everyone's eyes on me but no one tried to correct me just confirming my thoughts.

"Come on now Em." Dean said after a long moment and leaned forward on the table. "It wasnt your fualt. Not in the slightest." he said watching me. "Why would you say it was your fualt?"

"Because it was my fualt that you even had to go rescue me like that." I said finally looking up at them. I held Deans gaze. "Because you two always have to come rescue me from some situation my common sense should have stopped me from being in." I stammered as I felt my chest tighten. Not like I was going to cry, but from being worked up. I couldnt think straight. "Its pretty clear you'd be better off without me always being bothersome." I said

Sam shook his head clearly irritated. "No Emily. Dont even start with all that." He said crossing his arms and staring me down. "You belong in this family as much as the next guy does." he said glancing at Dean.

I frowned and looked at him. We didnt always call someone family so it was weird for him to say it the way he did. "Yeah well I know that it still get annoying to have to keep going after someone." I started but Deans voice cut me off

"If we didnt want to do it Emily we wouldnt." He said flatly.

I almost gasped aloud. He said it with such irritation. Not because of the situation but almost like it was a problem. Anger flared within me. "Fine." I snarled standing up. I looked at Robbie who was clearly uncomfortable. "Come on. I dont want to hinder them any longer." I grumbled and Dean rolled his eyes. Robin hesitantly stood up but followed me out of the kitchen where I can into Cas. Literally. "Damnit Cas. Move." I said but he didnt and I could just invosion Dean smirking.

Cas looked over my head and past Robbie to Sam. "What is of importance?" he asked and then looked down at me but remained silent. But it was obvious he wasnt going to let me past him.

"Emily please come back and sit down. We need to talk." Sam sighed and Dean shot him a look but stayed silent.