Over the next few years, the newfound family found themselves closer than ever. They hunted occasionally, drank unhealthily, and yeah, also had a good amount of sex. Things were better than they'd ever been. Dean, Eileen, Sam, Emalee, Cas, Marley, and Connor were doing great.

At least, for a while.

~~~ 

Everyone was asleep. Well, almost.

Emalee and Sam sat on the couch, tangled together under a blanket, watching It in the dead of night. They were only halfway through when the doorbell rang.

The couple locked gazes and pulled guns. Sam stood, leaving Em behind, and crept over to the door. He opened it cautiously, his gun cocked.

"Does an Emalee live here?" a familiar voice rasped. Sam looked over his shoulder, then back at the familiar stranger.

"Yes. What business do you have with her?"

"I need somewhere to go." Emalee walked up behind Sam, stumbling backward immediately when she caught sight of the girl's face.

"No."

"Please, Em-"

"No."

"I have nowhere else to go!" she pleaded, tears welling in her sky blue eyes. "Please, just let me explain."

"No. You've hurt me too many times." Emalee's voice shook, a lump burning in her throat. "I told you never to come back."

"Please," she whispered. "Just for the night."

"Wait here for a second," Sam said firmly, shutting the door. He took Emalee in his arms, soothing her. "Is that...?"

"Yeah," she said shakily.

"What do you want to do?" Emalee hesitated, pulling back enough to see his face.

"Sam... I love you, but I never stopped caring about her. I can't just let her freeze." Something flashed through Sam's eyes, and he nodded.

"Okay." He opened the door, tucking away his gun, and stepped back.

"Thank you," she breathed, falling over the threshold. Emalee sighed.

"We're gonna have to wake up everyone. Shit."

"I'll do it, baby," Sam said, placing a soft kiss over her lips and heading to Dean's bedroom. She smiled after him.

"You look happy," the girl commented softly. Emalee nodded and played with her bracelets, a few of which Sam had gotten her. 

"I am," she replied, just as softly. 

A couple minutes of awkward silence later, Sam came back, the rest of the fam in tow.

"What in hell did you- you bitch, how dare you come back here after what you did!" Eileen spat, storming forward. Dean caught her around the waist.

"What the hell?!" Marley said, pushing in front of Eileen. 

"Okay, I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but I'm going back to sleep," Connor grumbled, irritated. Dean whispered to Eileen, who was still raging in his arms, glaring at the newcomer.

"Why are you here?" Marley whispered, edging closer to Emalee.

"I didn't have anywhere else to go." Sam slid his arm around Emalee's waist.

"Cas, do you want to show our guest a room?" Cas blinked slowly.

"Follow me," he said gruffly, turning down the hall. The girl followed him. Eileen muttered curses under her breath.

"I can't believe that bitch came back," Dean growled. By then, they all knew the story of what happened to Em.

"What should we do?"

"Well, we could let her stay-"

"OH HELL TO THE NAW," Eileen screamed, struggling against Dean. Marley went up to her too, helping calm her down.

"After what she did to my sister, she needs to die," Eileen snarled, crossing her arms over her chest and sitting heavily on the couch. 

"But... she has no where else to go."

"So? She doesn't deserve this."

"We can't just turn her away!" 

"Fuck yes we can!"

"Let her stay." Everyone turned from their heated discussions and faced Emalee. She spoke with quiet resolution. "I'm fine now."

Sam took her hand, rubbing circles over the back of it with his thumb. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." 

"Alright." Everyone went grumbling back to their rooms. Emalee paused at her doorway. 

"I'll be right there, Sam." She padded to the end of the hallway and knocked.

"Stephanie?"