"YOU SON OF A BITCH, FUCK!" Eileen screeched, slapping her card on the table. Emalee smirked.

"Kiss my ass, loser."

"Just about McFucking had it with your shit!"

"Sorry not sorry, bitch." Dean, who was watching the very intense, colorful game of Uno, had to put a hand on Eileen's arm to keep her from getting into a physical fight with her sister. Sam sighed and set down his fifteen cards.

"I suck at this game." Emalee shrugged sympathetically and patted Sam's arm. 

"Well, sucks to suck," she sighed, sticking her head into the fridge. She made a face, then went to the cupboard and pulled out a packet of chicken Ramen. Instead of emptying the noodles into a bowl, she opened the flavor packet and poured it over the dry Ramen. 

"Yoooo," Eileen exclaimed, reaching over her shoulder into the bag. Annoyed, Emalee swatted at her hand.

"Get your own!" The brothers gaped at them as they crunched on dry Ramen noodles.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"A McFucking lot."

"Don't need to tell me twice." They rolled their eyes at Connor and punched him. He winced, snatched a bag of potato chips, and retreated to his room.

"HEY, I wanted those!" Eileen yelled, running after him. Emalee rolled her eyes and went to her room, curling up under the thick blanket with a book. 

A bit later, Sam climbed in beside her, peeping over her shoulder. "Whatcha readin'?"

"Just a book I found." She shut it softly. He smiled and kissed her briefly.

"Don't stop on my account." She scoffed as he moved his lips slowly down her jaw and throat.

"You're distracting me."

"Am I?"

"Yeah."

"My mistake."

"Sam." He blinked up at her with his best puppy-dog look, setting his chin on her breastbone. 

"Yes darling?" She laughed at him, ruffling his hair. He beamed back happily, all sweetness. They'd just begun to kiss when there was a timid knocking on the door. Sam leaned back with a pout.

"Come in," they called. Stephanie opened the door a bit and stepped softly inside.

"Can I talk to you a minute?"

"Yeah, sure." 

"I'll be in the living room, 'kay?" Emalee nodded and gave Sam one last kiss, maybe extending it just a little too long. She sighed and crossed her arms once he left.

"What?"

"I just want to say... I'm sorry." The other girl barked a laugh, standing up.

"Oh, so now you're sorry? That's just fucking hilarious, because I remember you not being sorry when you completely ignored me in ninth grade-"

"You know why-"

"-and also when we, as in you, broke up the second time in eleventh grade, -"

"That was because-"

"- and now you're sorry?!" Emalee finished at a shout. Stephanie cringed backwards.

"Em, I-"

"My name is Emalee," she snapped coldly. "And you are no longer my friend. You haven't been since you broke my heart - both times. So you have until tonight to get the fuck out of our house, or I'll let Eileen go apeshit on you."

"Please, Emalee-"

"NO! I'M SICK OF YOUR BULLSHIT!" Emalee screamed, her face contorting in pain and rage. "I'm so sick of you, Stephanie Benson! GO TO HELL!" Tears fell freely down her reddened cheeks as she screamed the words at the top of her lungs. A few slipped down Stephanie's as she quietly left. Emalee collapsed on the rug, sobbing, not bothering to get up and close the door or keep herself quiet. 

Softly, someone knelt next to her, wrapping her up in their arms. Another person joined them, then another, then another as she emptied her throat. As she calmed down, they left one by one.

"Guess what?" Marley whispered. Emalee looked up. "Anna's coming over."

"R-really?" Emalee hiccupped.

"Yeah. She's bringing Joy too." She nodded, and dropped her head back down.

"Ugh."

"Yep." It took another couple of minutes, but the time came when Emalee stood and took a shower, cleaning herself up.

When she got out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see Stephanie there.

"Can I help you?" Steph stood and walked over to her, face glistening.

"I'm sorry for doing this to you. Now that I know, I just... I have to do this."

"Stephanie... what are you planning on doing?" The girl heaved a stuttery breath, and drove a silver knife deep into Emalee's abdomen. Her scream mingled with Eileen's.

"I'm sorry. I really am. But there's no other way you would've stopped loving me." She walked out of the room and disappeared.

Emalee writhed on the ground, the silver burning her flesh. Of course Stephanie left the blade in. She knew what she was.

In seconds everyone was in the room. They reacted immediately, Marley and Eileen crouching down next to her, Sam rushing around the house for medical supplies, Dean dialing 911.

"CAS!" Marley screamed, vision obscured by tears. Eileen groaned, her grip deathly on her sisters hand as they both experienced the pain of death.

"Hold on, Emmy, hold on," Sam cried. "Wait, just wait, you're gonna be fine."

"I love you all so much," she gasped, blood pooling in the corner of her mouth. "Don't forget that. There's... so much I wanna say..."

"It's okay, just save your breath, don't talk, just breathe," Sam stammered, voice wavering. Emalee rolled her head so her gaze met Marley's.

"I had... precautions... Eileen knows..."

"Em, no," she said, frantically shaking her head.

"Please," Emalee rasped. "I'm fuckin' dyin' here."

"Okay, whatever you need."

"I love you all. With everything that I have."

"Em, no! You're not gonna die, no no, no, just hold on. Em, stay awake, stay awake Em!" Marley screamed. Eileen slumped over on the floor, crying. Sam bent over Emalee, shaking her, trying to wake her up.

"EMALEE!" Eileen raised a heartbreaking, bloodcurdling scream to the skies. She stumbled to her feet, punching things, throwing things. She put her fists through the wall until Dean dragged her out. Marley and Sam clung together over Emalee's corpse.

What're we gonna do now?

Yes, I know this chapter was definitely longer than 666 words, but that's because it's the final chapter (or close to it)! I can't believe this fanfic is coming to a close, it's so mind-blowing for me. This will be my first ever completed fictional piece. Wow. Very accomplished author right here XD

~Love, Kals