Emma had kept her promise to keep in contact with Bobby. She would call him and talk to him whenever she could. She would visit sometimes too even though she had told Bobby not to find her. She wanted to see her dad again that's why she changed her mind. But every time she went home, she was hoping she would see him again. Bobby had told her everything the boys had done. Everything from John dying, to Dean and Sam being the vessels for Michael and Lucifer. At first, Emma thought she wanted nothing to do with them, but when she heard Dean had come back from hell she wanted to see him. But something stopped her. She knew she shouldn't interfere with his "destiny" and so, she didn't.
Dean had thought about Emma everyday. Even when they went to Truman High and he hooked up with a girl named Amanda, he had Emma on his mind the whole time. He didn't forget about her when he was with Lisa or with Cassie or with the other countless number of women. Sometimes he thought that if he told Emma all these things, she would hate him. And he wouldn't blame her for it. She would probably hate him more if she knew about hell.
Emma wasn't much of a saint either. She had done some stupid things like trying to get back to hunting and almost getting caught by the cops. She had gone on dates and hooked up with a few men too. Granted not as many women as Dean had, but still quite a few. She wasn't proud of it, because it never made her feel any better about herself. And she would also always have Dean on her mind. Emma had gotten a job at a bar in Jefferson City, Missouri. She loved working there, because if any hunter had come through, they didn't know her. Locals had a habit of asking her where she was from, with the different accent you could say. The most she would tell them was that she was from South Dakota.
Emma hadn't changed much. She still had the same interests she did when she was younger. She felt stupid for ever thinking she would change. She didn't know whether Dean had changed or not, whether he was the same person she fell in love with, but it didn't matter anymore because she wouldn't see him. She would never feel the way she used to. The way Dean made her feel. She would give anything to feel like that again. To feel the way she did during those few months of that unforgettable summer.
It was a Friday night and the bar was packed. Emma was behind the bar, serving drinks to locals and regulars. Everyone had made friends with Emma and everyone loved her. She was really popular, especially with the men. Not that she wanted to be. Some of them were dirt bags and idiots. That was one thing she never looked forward to.
When it was almost time to close, Emma and her boss and another worker were closing up the bar. Emma walked over to the juke box and put on "Simple Man" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. As she put chairs on top of tables, she swayed to the music.
"Hey Emma, can you finish up here?" her boss, Chris asked.
"Sure thing Chris" she said. Her co worker had already left and now Chris was leaving too. Emma started putting away glasses, when she heard the door to the bar open and close.
"Sorry, we're closing up" she said.
"Not even one for an old friend?" the person asked after pressing the stop button on the jukebox, making the bar really quiet. She knew that voice anywhere. It was a bit deeper than she remembered but it was the same voice. It was him. It was Dean. It had to be. She turned around and gasped when she saw the face of the once 18 year old boy she had fallen in love with. He was handsome then, but he was absolutely gorgeous now. Dean couldn't take his eyes off Emma. Her hair was the same colour, a little tiny bit longer, and straight with her fringe in bangs. Her body was as perfect as it was when she was younger. She was breathtaking. Emma walked around the bar and walked over to Dean, slowly.
"I can't believe it" she whispered.
"Well, you better believe it" he smiled.
"Dad's told me everything. About you going to hell after selling your soul for Sam. He told me you got pulled out by an angel, and yet it still seems so strange that you're here, after all this time" she said, tearing up.
"God Emma, I wanted see you. But the angel that pulled me out, Castiel but we call him Cas, he said I had a so called destiny and that I couldn't be distracted" he said, stroking her hair.
"I was gonna come see you too. But something stopped me. I knew things would be different" she said.
"Emma, as much as I don't want to tell you about hell, I know I have to" he said. He went on to tell her everything he had done. Everything he did to those souls in hell. They were now sitting down at one of the tables.
"Dean, it's okay. That was the past. I can't hate you for it. It wasn't your fault" she said, touching his hand.
"So, apart from hell, you know everything, huh?" he asked.
"Everything. Including the demon blood and Sam" she said, a tear rolling down her cheek, as she said the part about demon blood.
"Emma, Sam's gone. He jumped into the pit" Dean said, his eyes glistening. Emma closed her eyes and hung her head.
"I never expected that kid to turn out like this" she said.
"Yeah you and me both" he said. She looked up and sighed.
"Okay, changing the subject. Why are you here?" she asked.
"I came to see you" he said, taking her hand in his. Emma wanted have a little fun with him first.
"Dean, you can't just expect me to run to you, out of blue. I mean, for all you know I could have a man in my life" she said. Dean looked at her with hurt eyes; I should've known she'd meet someone he thought.
"So, uh, who is he?" he asked.
"No one" she smiled.
"What?" he asked confused.
"You're so gullible" she laughed. He shook his head at her and laughed a little too.
"Look, after all the women, all the one night stands and meaningless flings, I couldn't stop thinking about you. The others never compared to you. I thought some of them did, one girl in particular. But then I realised she's not you. And I get it if you wanna throw me out right now and hate me as much as you want to, I'll leave right now" he said. Emma looked at him and then looked at down at the table.
"Well, I haven't been prefect either. There were guys that came along. But they weren't you. And they're never gonna be you" she said, tears starting to form in her eyes.
"So, what does this mean?" he asked. She smiled and bit her lip.
"It means that we start fresh. We forget about all the flings, and concentrate on just us. Put everything else behind us. We don't have people telling us what we can and can't do. We make our own choices" she said.
"Well, I'm down with that" he smiled. They both got up from the table and looked at each other. She smiled as well and he leaned in to kiss her. It felt like forever since she had kissed him. His lips felt just the way they used to. If not better.
"I've missed you so much" she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. His arms instantly wrapped around her waist. They felt like nothing had changed. They still fitted perfectly together.
"I've missed you too" he said, leaning his forehead against hers.
"I love you, Dean" she said.
"I love you too, Emma" he said and kissed her again.
"So, you taking me home or what? We have 13 years to make up for" she said, winking at him. He smiled at her and kissed her.
"Lead the way" he said, taking her hand in his as they walked out of the bar.
It felt right this time. They didn't have their fathers' telling them what to do and what not to do. After 13 years apart, they finally found each other. They had been through so much along the way, but it was all forgotten the moment they held each other.
A/N: Well, thats the end... thanks to everyone who reviewed and added to their favourites... love you guys... :)