AN: I decided to start a new Supernatural story because I really was getting annoyed by the one that I was working on and wanted to kind of start over. Sorry if you super loved the other one, I'll see if I can't get back to it, but I doubt it. I'll leave it up though, for reference if anyone wants to look it over and help me keep it going.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the show Supernatural. The only things I own here are the subplotline and the main character/any other characters I add. This statement will be valid for every chapter of this story. Please don't sue me, I'm poor.

CHAPTER 1

"Damn Vamps"

There was only one time in life that Emma had ever felt this shitty-and now she couldn't remember when. The squeak of her Chevy doors opening told her she was safe - thank God - and as she dragged herself into the driver's seat, she breathed a sigh of relief. Kicking her seat back as far as it would go, with a harsh grating sound, Emma tossed her dagger, machete, and shotgun into the bench seat beside her. She let out a long sigh, and went to inspecting the cause of her trail of blood she had conveniently been leaving behind. It was late, and the woman could barely make out the dark forest outside her windows, and when the overhead light came on in her truck, she quickly turned it off, suddenly feeling far too conspicuous.

Emma couldn't remember the last time she had undressed in her car as more of a socially fun experience, and not to inspect a wound. She hissed as her shirt peeled off the four deep scratch marks down her shoulder and arm before tossing the ruined Guns N Roses t-shirt onto the floor. Damn it. Her long, blonde hair was messy and curly, falling down to her mid-back and in filthy loose ringlets where the blood touched it. She could already feel herself dozing off, green eyes shutting slowly, but with a shake of her head that only sent a pounding ache down her neck, she quickly brought herself back to life.

One look in the mirror told her that it was going to be nearly impossible to stitch herself up. So, holding a small towel stained with engine oil up to her shoulder, she took off down the little abandoned road at speeds that would make Mario Andretti jealous.

Bobby Singer was dozing over a book about Angel lore when a knock at his door woke him up with a jolt. He glanced around, noting that Dean Winchester was passed out on a couch. Sam Winchester, however, was nowhere to be seen. Hm. Groaning a bit under his breath and rising himself up onto his creaking knees that no one but him seemed to notice, he grabbed the shotgun filled with salt rounds and made his way slowly toward the door. The edges of his eyes were red with fatigue, and his movements were rather slow, but deft as he made his way toward the door.

Whoever it was was smart enough not to knock again and Bobby positioned his gun under his arm before pulling the door open and dropping his gun.

"Bobby?"

"Emma?"

The blonde woman looked shaky from head to toe, and her smile was dazed, as she looked at him through glazed eyes. Bobby looked in surprise from her face to her shoulder, where he immediately understood why Emma was suddenly at his door after 3 years. "Emma what happened? Come on inside. Where did you drive from?"

"Badlands..." her voice was hoarse.

"That's hours away..." Bobby said as he held his arm out to help her inside. "Get inside, you look like Hell, girl."

"Bobby..." Emma mumbled again, and her eyes met his. Without another word, she collapsed forward, landing into Bobby's arms.

Dean Winchester woke with a start when Bobby yelled, "Get up ya idjit! Where's your brother?"

"Yes sir," Dean mumbled as he sprung to his feet, rubbing sleep out of one eye. The first thing he looked for was Sam - where was Sam?

"Hey!" Bobby's voice came back to him as he turned like a drunk (well, getting there) and blinked a few times at the shirtless, bleeding woman that Bobby was supporting in his arms.

"Where did you get that?" Dean asked, a smirk creeping up on his face. Bobby rolled his eyes and leaned the unconscious woman onto the table, on her back. Dean went to stand on the other side of the table, and let in a hissing sound as he saw the gashes on her body. Immediately, he thought of a better question. "Who is that?"

"Her name's Emma. Go get me the needle, boy."

Dean rushed into the next room and came back with the little white box he knew that Bobby was going to need. "Hey, Sam!" Dean called roughly into the house. Emma stirred a bit, but still didn't wake up. "Where is that kid?" Dean wondered aloud, but was distracted by the groaning of the woman in front of him as Bobby's needle went through her skin.

This was going to be a long night...

Sorry it's so short! First chapters always are for me.

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