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Chapter 1: Scar

24 HOURS AFTER THE PHONE CALL

Sam couldn't believe what he was doing, he couldn't believe what Dean was making him do… well not exactly making him. But Dean had the keys to the Impala and he refused to leave the bar and head back to the motel if Sam didn't get some.

It had been two months since Jess passed, two months since Sam had any—that was Dean's rationale—two months without any was way too long to go. Dean simply refused to leave until Sam got some. Dean explained, very rationally, that letting everything fill up inside you was no way to live, without getting any made you tight, distracted. As hunters they had a duty to get as much as they could, they needed to be loose, focused. Sure it made sense on the surface, but then again Dean had met a girl last night.

"Go get some, and we'll go back to the motel, easy-peasy. Then tomorrow, we'll pick up Ike's kid." Dean said, then taking a sip of beer. "It'll go well, we won't be arrested because you've been eye-fucking Catholic school girls."

"Dean, serious—"

"Just go to the bar, pick up a girl and have fun in the bathroom. And I'll know if you're lying."

So now Sam was in the bathroom, thrusting in and out of some girl he meet at the bar. The sound of skin slapping together was foreign and echoed in the bathroom. Sam couldn't look at her, she was just some strange, and he couldn't look behind her because the mirror. So he focused on her shoulder. He didn't want to stay in his mind, he needed to focus on his actions. With… whatshername. He just had to go through with the action and finish.

…

Sam walked back to the table he shared with Dean, he adjusted the collar on his jacket. He watched Dean as his brother watched the girl go back to her table (two other girls sat in a booth in the corner), and nodded at Sam.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it." Dean said.

"What do you mean?" Sam demanded.

"I was just expecting you to do all little bitch 'I won't eye fuck any Catholic school girls, Dean."

"I'm not going to eye fuck Catholic school girls."

"Not anymore because you got laid."

"Can we just go back to the motel?"

Dean grinned and pulled out the keys to the impala.

…

24 HOURS AGO

The little diner they were in was packed with locals, it was dinner, but Sam and Dean still had to wait twenty minutes for a two-top. It was just when the waitress brought their sodas (well Dean's soda and Sam's water) did the phone ring.

Dean flipped open his phone, "Yeah?"

"Dean, hey. It's Ike from the poltergeist thing four years ago."

"Hey, Ike, man, how's it going?"

"Uh, okay." There was a crackle behind Ike and his voice was tinny for a second, "Listen, I need a favor."

"What's up, Ike?"

"I got a kid up in Michigan, in school. There's a hunt up there, at my kid's school. I need someone to pick my kid up. I'm worried."

"What kind of hunt?"

"I don't know, Emerson's not too sure either. Only told me that three girls at the school, it's a Catholic school—coed, have been killed."

"Okay, don't you have another kid?"

"Yeah, Danny's down in New Orleans working his own hoodoo case, Cathy and I are in the Texas Panhandle doing a run-of-the-mill ghost hunt. It'll take us a day to get out Texas and another day to get to Michigan. I called Bobby and 'e said you and Sam are in Illinois, shouldn't take you too long to get Last Gasp, Michigan. Do the hunt, get my kid, and meet up as soon as we can so I get my kid back."

"Well, you do know I like the sound of Catholic school girls."

"Dean." Ike growled.

"Dean what's going on?"

"Hang on a second Ike," Ike grumbled, to Sam, Dean said, "We got a hunt in Last Gasp, Michigan, and a delivery."

"So you'll do it? You'll pick up Emerson?"

"Sure, what's the schools name?" Dean asked. He took out a pen from his jacket breast pocket and wrote on a napkin.

"Alright, Ike, we'll going get your kid, we'll leave tonight should get their tomorrow afternoon. We'll call when we pick up your kid up Wednesday morning."

"Alright, thanks."

"Yeah, see you when we see you." Dean said.

"What's going on? We have hunt?"

"Yeah, Ike Heyser said he's got kid in Michigan, there's a hunt at the kids school, we got the hunt, we get the kid, return the kid, and we maybe end up in bed with some legal Catholic school girls."

…

Last Gasp, Michigan

Main Dormitory at Saint Katherine—Saint Sebastian Catholic School

24 hours after the phone call

Nyna Hollis looked at Em, "I really want to go out tonight."

"Seriously," Chantel Hodgekins said, "Please Em, you made us those fakes and we've barely used them."

"There's nothing to do in Last Gasp." Emerson Heyser said, she was sitting at her computer downloading more music to her MP3 player.

"Seriously you're using that website for music?" Alicia Henries rolled her eyes.

Em turned around to face her third roommate, "Yeah, I converted all my records and CDs, not I'm converting music files from the artists web site. It's easy, I'll show you how."

"No thanks." Alicia flipped her glossy blonde hair, "BTW, I have Michael from Saint Seb's coming over tonight, so you might as well go out."

"Why can't you take guys to the train tracks, like a normal person?" Nyna growled. "I take them to the train tracks, Chan takes them to the train tracks, Em takes them to the train tracks! Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"I don't like the train tracks," Alicia explained, "It's gross, it's public, and it's mine and Michael's first time. So we're doing it here."

"Fine we'll go out. Can we borrow you're car?"

"Ew no," Alicia squatted down by her bed and pulled out a chest, she opened it to reveal all her contraband items. Like candles, incense, and non-regulation clothes.

"Look, Nyna can't drive, Chan doesn't have a car, and I only have my bike. So unless I drive your car we can't go. My bike only seats two."

Alicia released a breath as she pulled out some lingerie, pressed it to her body, and then put it back in the trunk. "Fine, I guess, but I want a gas money."

"I'll pay you back, tomorrow." Em said going into Alicia's bedside table and pulling out keys to her little VB Bug.

"So which bar are we going to?" Nyna said, "The one in town or the one on route six by the highway?"

"You'll keep the car in city limits!" Alicia said. "No highways."

"Fine, whatever, but I need something other than my uniform to wear."

…

"Okay, what can I get you?" The waitress asked the trio of girls.

They were in the bar by the highway, expressly forbidden by Alicia. But Alicia was listening to Marvin Gaye with Saint Seb's Michael.

"I'll take a Jack and Coke," Em said, immediately.

"I'm gonna need to see your ID." The waitress looked at Chantel and Nyna, "All of your ID's."

Em pulled her ID out of her wallet. It was a man's wallet—leather and tri-fold. "Here." She handed it over to the waitress.

The waitress pulled a flashlight out of her apron and clicked it on.

Nyna and Chantel watched, anxiety viewable on their faces. Em paid them, her friends and the waitress, no mind and instead took a couple of pretzels from the bowl in the middle of the table and popped them in her mouth.

"Ohmigod, you have the same birthday as my boyfriend!" The waitress said.

"No way." Em imitated her waitresses tone.

"Yeah, it's so cool. You're like siblings." She handed Em back the ID. Nyna and Chantel gave theirs to the waitress.

"Yeah. Maybe twins."

"No, he's twenty-five. You're twenty-two, just siblings." The waitress said, barely glancing at Nyna and Chantel's ID's.

"Bummer." Em said as the waitress returned Nyna and Chantel's fake IDs."

"What can I get you two?" The waitress addressed Nyna and Chantel.

"I will have the watermelon martini, with vodka and a maraschino cherry instead of the orange peel." Chantel said.

"And I'll have the cotton candy blended cocktail, with a sugar rim please." Nyna said.

"Okay no problem." She said and walked away to get their drinks.

…

Em downed her drink faster than her friends. As a hunters kid she was more of an established drinker, even at eighteen. Nyna and Chantel spent more time nursing their drink.

"Here taste." Chantel pushed her drink towards Em, "It's so sweet." She giggled.

A while ago, when she first made Chantel and Nyna's IDs Em learned that Nyna was a slutty drunk and Chantel was a giggler, they were also lightweights.

"No, I don't like sweet drinks." Em shook her head as Chantel giggled and took another sip.

"Do you see those cute guys in leather jackets?" Nyna said, peering at them over her glass.

"Nyna! Seriously!" Chantel giggled and then sobered, "Actually, the one with his back towards us—that's a cute back."

"He's getting up, I'm going to talk to him." Nyna said, "He's going to the bar. I'm going to talk to him. Maybe he has my name on his arm!"

Em reached for Nyna's hand. "You have Jesus R. on your arm, there is no way he's Jesus."

Nyna pulled her arm back and with her other hand, grabbed Em's arm, "Yeah," She hissed, "Do you know whose name is on your arm."

"Well, no, but—"

"I'm going to find the guy who has my name on his arm, my soul mate. And to do that I have to meet guys, so I meeting tall, sexy back over there." She let go of Em's arm, "Besides, I brought condoms."

She slid out of the booth and walked over to the tall guy.

…

That Night

Main dormitory Saint Katherine-Saint Sebastian Catholic School

"Michael?" Alicia said, as the candles burned low and the smell of incense faintly wafted through the room. Alicia turned facing the opposite bed hoping to see Michael there. "Michael?" She called his name again.

She creeped out of bed, and wrapped a blanket around her body. She smelled orange blossoms the closer she got to the door. There was a soft yellow light that illuminated the slightly open door. She felt warmth spread through her as she opened the door. She had no time to scream as all the air had been sucked from her lungs.

…

Sam and Dean's Motel Room

Dean walked out of the bathroom and towel around his waist, "You're turn Sammy." He said, steam following him.

Once Sam had closed the door to the bathroom changed into an old t-shirt and clean boxers, standard hunter sleepwear. He looked at the soul mark on his arm, he hadn't in a while, but Ike reminded him of it. His son's name, Emerson, so similar to the name on his arm. He'd always figured her name was Emma or Emily. Whoever she was, she was unlucky to have his name on her arm. That wasn't her fault, that wasn't anyone's fault. He was a hunter, and odds are she wasn't.

He pulled his phone of out his jean pocket from his dirty clothes, and dialed. "Hey, Ike, it's Dean." He said when the answering machine picked up. "Sam and I are in Last Gasp, heading to Saint Katherine-Saint Sebastian Catholic School tomorrow morning to pick up Emerson. We're going to say we're cousins, and there's been a family emergency, alright, I'll call you tomorrow, let you talk to him." Dean hung up quickly, he wasn't delivery boy, but four years ago, when he was twenty-two, on his first ever hunt, he'd run into Ike and Cathy, they'd saved his life. He owed them; and if that meant delivering a hunter kid of his parents then that's what he'd do. Besides he'd liked Catholic school girls and their repressed bedroom savagery.

…

The Next Morning

Saint Katherine's Chapel

"So you say you're Emerson Heyser's cousins." Father Frank, the Principal of the school, opened a file cabinet and pulled out a file.

"Yeah," Sam said, "On his father's side."

Father Frank made a face for a second. "I know Ike, he never mentioned cousins, what did you say your surname was again?"

"Winchester, Sam and Dean." Sam said.

Father Frank opened the manila folder and flipped through it. "I don't see any Winchester's on Emerson's approved list of emergency contacts. But I did speak with her father earlier yesterday, so I was aware you two were coming." Father Frank closed the file.

"Did you say she?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Father Frank frowned. "You did say you were her cousins?"

"Yes," Sam said quickly, "We just confused her name with her brothers. We're distant cousins."

Father Frank didn't look convinced. "As you know Emerson is eighteen and can legally leave without you. But as I said before I know Ike, and I know Emerson. She knows you're here to pick her, but I should warn you, her roommate Alicia Henries was involved in an accident last night."

"What kind of accident?" Sam asked.

"Alicia committed suicide yesterday, she jumped from a window in her dormitory common room. Emerson is the one who found her."

"Okay," Dean said nodding.

"I'm just warning you that Emerson might be a little distraught after the events of last night."

"Thank you, Father," Sam said, "Can we get Emerson's room, so we can pick her up?"

"Yes, of course. I expect she won't be the first to be pulled out." Father Frank buried his face in his hands for a moment, then righted himself. "Emerson is in room 402 in the main dormitory, it's easily accessible. You just drive down the road and make a left of Academic Row, there will be a sign that says Main Street left, and take that and that'll take you to the main dormitory."

"Thank you Father, we'll come back with Emerson to sign her out officially." Sam said.

…

Emerson's Dorm Room

"How are you not freaking out?" Chantel said. "You're dad's removing you from the school! Alicia is dead!"

The Cher record Em played was soft against the background sound of Em packing.

"Yeah, I'm freaking out and my dad isn't even concerned!" Nyna said, "He just said to stay safe and away from windows."

"My parents want to pull me out. They want me to go to the Catholic school in Albany where my older sister went." Chantel said, "They're speaking with the administration tomorrow."

Em stuffed another fistful of clothes into her duffle bag. She didn't have many shoes, she was a hunter kid, they traveled light. "Nyna you want my uniform?"

"God no." Nyna took a tissue and dabbed her eyes. "Our uniform is ugly, I don't want you to leave. Can't you tell your dad that you're eighteen and want to stay?"

"Can't, my parents and I are really close, and he's concerned that I'm gonna get ganked, which I'm not, but he doesn't like it and I'm leaving."

"That's not fair."

"No, it's not." Em said, shoving her school loafers into her bag. She only had three pairs of shoes, her hunter boots, gym shoes, and her school uniform loafers. She'd decided to keep the loafers and use them when she was under cover. She took the pack of tampons out from her desk and placed them at the top of the duffle bag. She looked over her drawers one last time. Her laptop was in her backpack (as was the charger), her music player and her headphones were in her pocket. The charger was in her backpack. Other than that, her backpack was empty. She had her leather jacket on her chair and her shoes (hunter boots) ready for her to slide her feet into. She zipped up the duffle and sat on her bed.

"Em! Please," Chantel cried, "Don't leave!"

"I don't have a choice Chan."

Em slipped her feet into her boots and was lacing them up when there was a knock on her door. "Nyna, will you get that?"

Nyna slipped off her bed and opened the dorm door.

"Ohmigod!" A male voice yelled.

…

Sam had not expected Emerson Heyser, the girl he and Dean were supposed to pick up to be the girl he slept with last night!

Em, herself, looked taken aback at his outburst. She gave no recognition to who he was. Her blonde hair was tied up in an exhausted bun, "Excuse me?"

"Are you Emerson Heyser?" Dean asked the girl.

"No." She opened the door wider to reveal two other girls, she pointed at the dark-haired girl in overalls and a black t-shirt sitting on her bed tying her boots. "That's Emerson Heyser."

"Oh." Sam said, slight relief in his voice, "And you are?"

"Nyna Hollis, Em's roommate." Nyna turned to her Em who looked up at the two men in her doorway.

"Did my dad send you?" She asked.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "Can we come in," He said to Nyna.

"Sure," Nyna moved aside and let the giant men walk into the room, the walked close to Em and stood above her.

"We're Sam and Dean." Dean said pointing to his brother and himself. "Get your stuff." Dean frowned for a moment as her heard the autotuned Cher.

"Did you talk to Father Pop?"

"Who?"

"Frank, he calls soda pop so we call him Father Pop."

"Yeah." Sam said. "You packed," he looked at her duffle next to her bed.

"Yeah." She grabbed her duffle bag and her backpack.

"What's that sound?" Dean asked.

"Cher." Chantel said from her desk. "Em put it on?"

"You like Cher?" Dean scrutized her, taking her in. Her dark hair was in a ponytail, her eyes like moonstones, bright and light blue-grey, she was wearing a black t-shirt under a pair of dark denim overalls, and she had a black leather jacket on her duffle bag.

"Sure." She said putting the duffle bag on her arm.

"Wh—" Dean started, then he noticed the writing on her arm.

"What's that on your arm?" He asked instead.

"Soul mark." She held her arm out so he could see the name better, "You know any Dean W.'s?"

Dean felt his throat burn as the Em H. on his own arm tingled.

…

So guess who's writing a new fan fiction. That's right its me. I know I have nle and owaw to work on, ill get to them after midterms! I had some problems with my laptop dying earlier this semester and lost some work. But I'll get to them asap. I know this chapter was shitty (at least to me) and I used commas a lot (I fucking love commas, cant you tell), but it will get better and I'll have the next chapter out after I update owaw or nle, either way I'll update my other fics before I update this. Okay, review and enjoy this soulmate au, I'll get more into em and dean and sam and everybody soon! I rated T because I'm not planning on writing anything more explicit than the early chapter one, im planning as getting as explicit as meg cabot and whats described by meg is how I described the interaction with sam and nyna.