"This talk has been long overdue," Crowley started, handing me a glass with steaming tea. I looked down at the swirling liquid. "You're not easy to find," He added. I took a sip, setting the glass on a table in front of me. "Why thank you," I replied, clearing my throat. "So," He sat down across from me, intertwining his hands. "Where to start?" He began.

******TWO DAYS EARLIER******

I sat up in heavy breathing, shaking away the nightmare. Relax Mahogany, its just a dream. Too bad it didn't feel like one. I ran nervous hands over my hot face, whistling out a long sigh. Just go back to sleep, its simple. I let myself fall back into the bed, closing my eyes. In an abrupt motion, I involuntarily shot straight back up. My chest felt constricted, as if breath couldn't answer my lungs.

Stumbling out of my room, I blindly barged into one of the boys rooms; not exactly whose. "Maggie?" Someone asked from inside the ebony air. I leaned against the wall, panting heavily. They rushed towards me, letting me see that its Sam. "Whats wrong?" He asked, and I took big gulps. "I don't know, I had a nightmare and now I feel..." I trailed off, unsure and in panic. He looked at me sadly, "Its a panic attack," he told me, and I looked up in confusion. "what?" I asked, trying to calm myself.

He swiftly picked me up, setting me on his bed. "I need you to relax," He soothed. "Im trying," I gritted my teeth, my eyes shut so hard that small circles danced in my blackened vision. "Do you want to talk about it?" He tried, and I shot him a glare. "Sorry, too soon," he muttered as I sank into one side of the bed. Sam turned on a small lamp, shutting the door.

"Feeling better?" He asked me, laying beside me. He put his hands behind his head, as we both absentmindedly stared at the peeling ceiling. "Yeah," I sighed, the tightness gone. "Maggie," He started, turning on his side to face me. "How have you been?" He furrowed his brow. I mirrored his move, meeting his green eyes that so similarly matched his brother's.

"I'm fine..." I answered. "I feel like we don't really, talk," He admitted, wrinkling his nose. I blinked slowly, raising my eyebrows. "Sam, we live together, I see you everyday twentyfourseven. My room is right down from yours. We share a bed at motels," I rambled, making a low chuckle come from his throat.

"I know. I mean, talk talk," he said, trying to emphasize. "Oh thanks, that really clears it up," I scoffed, smirking. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "You and Dean are so similar sometimes, I swear to god," he mumbled, making me pout. "Dean and I? Similar?" I asked, mouth agape before I thought about what he said. "Yeah I guess," I confessed.

"What's the gossip round the bunker?" Sam asked, poking my stomach. "There's literally four of us. What don't we know about eachother?" I laughed, but Sam frowned. He straightened up, leaning his back against the bed frame. "There's a lot you don't know about us Maggie," he said seriously, staring off at a wall.

I straightened up too, looking up at him. "Them both of us, clean slate. No lies. We can ask eachother anything," I suggested. He pondered what I said, before nodding. "Wanna go first?" He politely asked, but I shook my head telling him to go ahead. He tapped his fingers, thinking. "Alright. Why did it seem that you were so ready to drop everything and leave Miami?"

I froze at the question. Huh, I guess Glinda the Goliath doesn't beat around the bush. It took a few seconds of thought, but the words began to flow. "I've known my whole life that I wasn't normal, obviously. But I tried so hard. I think, when you showed up here, still fighting against evil; evil with your brother, it inspired me again to do the right thing. I was losing my brother to evil, while being preoccupied with trying to be someone I'm not. Subconsciously, I was always prepared to go," I let out, feeling much better than ten minutes ago.

"Well aren't we off to a good start," Sam smiled, and I shoved him playfully. "Okay okay, my turn," I wisened up. "What did you, Dean and Cas talk or say about me while I was locked in the bathroom. When we first met?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, sighing. "I was mostly panicking; not exactly a big fan of Luke's dad. Cas at first was suspicious of you, all the stories of Nephilims, being abominations. But, he must've always had a soft spot for you cause it was his idea to have you help us. He wanted to get you off the human blood because it would eventually kill you," he admitted, taking in a deep breath. "Wow, we should do this more often. With everyone. It actually feels a lot better," he confessed.

I raised an eyebrow. "Are you not truthful with eachother?" I asked. He looked down, "not always," a few seconds passed. "But what about you and Cas huh? That mistletoe kiss you initiated," He laughed, before widening his eyes at what he said. "How'd you know?" I hissed, pushing his firm arm. "It was deans idea to watch," He snitched, smirking.

"Ugh you guys are twelve and now I'm sleeping," I turned to my side, back to Sam. I felt the bed move; him settling in. "So are you guys a thing or-"

"Goodnight, Sam,"

******

"Where's Cas?" I yawned, stretching my arms in the air as I neared the kitchen. When I had woken up, Sam was gone and the clock read 9:00 am. So, first thing on my mind: food. "Who knows? The guy doesn't sleep," Dean shrugged, searching the pantry. He pulled out some beef jerky, leaning on the counter. I slid in next to him, poking my fingers around for a piece, when Sam placed to glasses in front of us.

"What the hell is this?" I mumbled, bending my knees so I was eye level to the strange, fluorescent green liquid. "A green smoothie," Sam replied, sipping his own. "Excuse me?" Dean gruffly replied, raising an eyebrow as he peered at Sam. "It's a smoothie. With fruits and veggies. I got some spinach, kale, mangos, banan-"

"You took a salad," Dean started, straightening up, "and blended it?"

Sam shut his mouth, before shrugging. "Basically," he answered, gesturing to our own drinks. I picked it up bravely, taking a daring gulp. "Hmm, not bad," I mumbled, taking another swig. Dean glared at me in disgust, pushing his away. "No thanks, I'd rather not digest the Marsh Monster," He muttered darkly, exiting the room.

I finished my smoothie, casually watching Sam do the dishes. "Any reason why you're watching me like a perv," Sam joked, continuing his work. "No, just... It's been quiet lately huh?" I murmured. "Quiet?" Sam asked, turning around. "Like... Monster quiet. Or demon whatever. It seems to have calmed down," I murmured.

"The calm before the storm," Castiel said beside me, suddenly appearing. Sam soared ten feet, but I just sort of jumped. Maybe cause of what I am. "I found some demon activity. Major. Looks like they're trying to get our attention again," Cas said gruffly. I bit my lip, "Crowley..."

I ran out, the boys following me. "Dean get dressed," I ordered, to which the Winchester nuzzled further into his bathrobe. "Why?" He pouted, mouth full of food. "Demons," Sam simply said.

We all piled into the car, looking towards Cas. "Yes?" He asked, confused. "Where do we go, Cas?" Dean grumbled, starting the car with an eye roll. "A cafe in a small town a few miles over," Castiel instructed, and began to dictate directions.

******6 hours later******

"Castiel, you need better perception of distance," I grumbled. A 'few miles over' had quickly turn to a few hours. He looked around, "it's faster when I use my powers," he added, as if that made sense. "No shit Sherlock," Dean grumbled.

"So what're we thinking? Two, three demons?"' Sam asked, just as Dean parked the car. "The entire cafe," Castiel said, and we all coughed. "The entire cafe? Thanks for letting us know!" I exclaimed, getting out of the car.

After an awkward silence of walking, we neared the door, a blinking 'open' sign. "Okay, we need to use stealth. You guys come in through here, Sam and I will go through-" Dean was stopped short when the door swung open.

"Honey the food is here!" A black eyed women smiled.

Two demons appeared behind each of us, shoving us inside. At least 20 black eyes were standing ominously, watching as we were ruggedly thrown in. One of them had their hand over a design that the boys showed me, to banish Angels. "Smite anyone angel scum and you're sent to kingdom come," a demon crooned.

Another one chuckled, "hey, that rhymed,"

They all darkly chuckled, and Dean rolled his eyes. "Alright Dr Seuss, what's up with the big party?"

The woman demon stepped forward. She was blonde with short, wavy hair and heavy eyeliner. She looked young, a thin figure. "You're not invited hot stuff," She cynically smiled. Dean narrowed his eyes, until the demon perked up with a smile. "You don't recognize me, do you?" She said, licking her lips. "No..." Castiel murmured, angrily gritting his teeth. "We sent you to hell!" Castiel shouted. The dim cafe darkened his features, the room strewn with overturned furniture. I saw a body; bloody on the floor. Well, thats how the got they blood for the angel sigil, not exactly human are they?

I pondered what Cas had said, before I realized his shock. "Emma..." I growled, remembering our rendezvous. "That exorcism should've left you crawling in hell for years!" I screamed. She cackled, stumbling towards me. "Yeah well... Crowley likes me," She smiled. She proceeded to walk towards Dean, coming an inch away from his face. "Long time no see, Dean," She smirked, rubbing a thumb over his cheek.

He cringed, taking in a quick breath. "What does that mean?" He asked, staring her straight into her eyes. "I was the demon that crawled up into your bitchy girlfriend Lisa-" She kissed his nose, "-And stabbed her,"

"You!" Dean roared, ripping himself from the other demons grip. He landed a punch straight on her jaw, but before he could do anymore damage, two demons pulled him back. She wiped the blood from her lip, "you were wondering about the party Winchester?"

Sam scoffed, "yeah. New Years was a few days ago. You're late,"

She pouted, "I can have a party whenever I want, mom," she whined, "you're not invited," she said, and like that, the demons zapped Sam and Dean away. I gave a fleeting look to Cas, but then a bright light filled the room and he was zapped away.

When I wasn't blinded anymore, I could see that the demon had hit the sigil. "Does Crowley want to meet?" I asked, and Emma nodded. "But..."

I groaned. Buts are never good.

"He has a bit of a test for you," she came up to me and grasped my arm. With a blink of an eye, I was found in a strange dark hallway with cobblestone walls and torch lights. Emma was the only other person in sight, and I quickly suited away. "Welcome to hell," she crookedly grinned.

Now I was completely and utterly alone.

A/N

So!!! Story plots happening!!!! The picture attached is of Emma, ooooh. So, tell me who likes or doesn't like Emma and why?

Now for our usual opinion question: out of the four of them, which teenage party game would match them best?

Spin the bottle?

Truth or dare?

Blind chicken? (It's where the room is completely dark and one persons has to find everyone)

Beer pong?

-:)