What had been just a simple night out had turned into something far more complex. Sam and Dean Winchester had been enjoying a drink and had been laughing the night away, when a ruckus kicked up. Two girls had been fighting over something, shouting, pushing and shoving. Out of the blue, one girl had completely lost it, clawing at her friend's face with incredibly sharp nails before scarpering into the dead of the night. It was clear that the drink had been flowing a little too fast with these two. Dean jumped out of an open window and ran after her out of concern (it wasn't the safest environment to be running around at night), but she wasn't giving up. She had heard about Dean Winchester, and knew the tricks he could pull out of the bag while she wasn't looking.

Meanwhile, Sam was looking after her friend, who was clearly distressed. He had lifted her with his strong arms and taken her into the back room of the pub, where he had laid her on a long wooden table in the centre of the room. He hit the light switch, and the lights flickered a couple of times before a flood washed over the room.

"It's not very comfortable, I'm afraid…" Sam stated apologetically. He noticed that the girl was shaking, but he didn't know if this was out of fear or due to the temperature. Nevertheless, he quickly removed the coat he was wearing (for he and Dean were about to leave), and affectionately placed it across her shivering body.

"Thank you," the friend gasped in response. Funny, thought Sam, I don't recognise that accent.

"I hope you don't mind my asking, but are you from 'round here?"

"No, I'm from England."

"Of course. The accent should have given it away."

Sam stroked her forehead with his hand, and noticed that her skin was covered in sweat. Probably from shock, he thought.

He began to clean the wound on her face using a damp cloth, but she winced every time he touched her, which made matters difficult for Sam. Her eyes stared into his own, flashing a look of pain and terror.

Sam reached under the coat, took the girl's hand, and held it.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

She refused to let go of his hand; she was only just beginning to trust him, and in a foreign country, she needed all the trust she could get.

Using his free hand, Sam proceeded to continue cleaning the gaping wound on her face, before retrieving a plaster from his shirt pocket. After the events he had been through, he knew it was better to be prepared than to be caught short.

"What's your name?" he asked with a gentle voice.

"Laura," she answered. Sam stuck the plaster to Laura's face, and wiped away the blood that was around the plaster.

"I'll be back in one moment," Sam said. He carefully prised her fingers off of his, and walked out of the room, leaving the door open a little bit. Laura sat up slowly, looking at the room around her and rubbing her head. Sam came back a few seconds later, holding a cup in his hand. He placed the cup down before jumping up onto the table to sit next to her. He picked up the cup and held it up to her lips, placing the other arm around her shoulders.

"Here you are, Laura. Drink this."

"What is it?" she asked.

"Black coffee. It should sober you up, hopefully," Sam said, hugging Laura across the shoulders with a smile.

Dean was determined. That girl was in his sights and he was not going to stop until he had her safe. He could see that the girl had stopped, breathless. Dean sprinted towards her and caught her. She squirmed and struggled under his grip, making matters worse for Dean.

"Let go of me!" she shouted.

"Sorry, honey, but you ain't getting away. It's not safe out there."

He whipped a pair of silver handcuffs from his pockets, clipped one around the girl's wrist, and the other around his own.

"You're not from 'round here, are you?" he asked.

"No. England."

"And your name?"

"Julia."

"Well, Julia, it seems you've had one too many. Come on, this way."

Dean led the girl back towards the pub from where she had scarpered to face the music. She did struggle, but for the most part, Dean was able to assert control.

"I'm Sam, by the way," he introduced himself.

"Nice name. Is it short for Samuel?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

Laura took a sip from the cup. Coffee was not her favourite beverage, especially when it was black coffee. She felt her wound sting and reached her hand up to touch it.

"No, no, don't do that, it will only hurt more," Sam said, taking hold of her wrist.

Laura bowed her head, thinking about her best friend and how she had attacked her.

"Julia will never speak to me again."

"Is Julia the girl you were fighting with?"

"Yeah…" A tear dropped onto her ripped jeans, making a dark-blue stain.

Sam was quick to comfort her.

"Hey, don't cry. We all do things that, when we look back, were probably a bit stupid. But time helps to fix them. I remember having an argument with my brother, Dean, and we said and did things we didn't mean… He broke my nose with a right hook. But now, we just laugh about it. She is still your friend. Alright?"

Sam put the now-cold coffee cup down and hugged her with both arms. Laura cried on his shoulder, and he rested his chin on hers.

Laura had been crying for a while when Dean stumbled into the back room with a struggling Julia in his handcuff.

"What the hell, dude?!" Julia shouted at him.

This outburst startled Sam and Laura, who immediately let go of each other and jumped down from the table.

"Why did you do that?!"

"To protect you, okay? Believe me, you don't know this neck of the woods like I do, and it's not safe," Dean said.

"Just get me out of this thing, right now."

"Julia?" Laura started quietly.

"WHAT?!"

Sam, Dean and Laura stared at her, startled.

"What the HELL is wrong with you?!" Laura shouted. "You've been like this since we got here! I swear to God…"

"Dean…" Sam warned.

"Yeah. I know. I'm gonna release you now, Julia, okay?"

He pulled the key out of his pocket and placed it into the handcuffs. With a flick of the wrist, there was a click, and both Dean and Julia were free.

Julia stared Laura in the eyes, and she noticed there was something wrong.

"Sam..."

"What is it, Laura?"

"Her eyes."

"What about…?"

"Look at her eyes."

Julia's eyes had swollen from their usual dark brown to a deep black.

"Either she's on drugs, or…" Laura started.

"Dean! Move!" Sam warned.

Dean stared into Julia's eyes and saw the darkness.

Julia had pulled a rock from her pocket and threw it. Dean was able to push Sam and Laura out of the way in time. He flicked a knife out from his pocket and held it to Julia's throat.

"NO!" cried Laura. She pushed his other shoulder away from Julia.

"What are you doing?!"

"You can't do this! She's my best friend!"

Dean looked at Laura, took a deep breath and told her the truth.

"She tried to… kill you earlier… I've seen this before. I'm sorry…" He swallowed nervously.

Laura turned to Sam.

"You can't let him do this! If she dies, I am alone." The thought of being a foreign country, knowing no-one and being left to her own devices was enough to disturb Laura.

Sam shielded Laura's head against his chest. She found a margin of comfort in the sound of his throbbing heartbeat, but it was getting faster.

"It's so aggressive, I don't know what's set it off," Sam stated.

"It's times like this we need Castiel."

"I agree."

"Who?" Laura asked.

The door leading into the back room opened, and there he was. Dressed in a navy suit and tie, complete with a light cream trench coat and piercing blue eyes, Castiel stood, surveying the madness. Dean, holding a knife to a girl's throat, with Sam holding another girl's head against his chest.

Castiel walked over to Julia and placed his hand on her forehead. His eyes flickered, and all that could be seen was a pale blue. Julia reacted badly to this. She squirmed and screamed, and it was not human-like. It was devilish and dark. Laura dared to look for just one second, but she flicked her head away very quickly. After a few minutes, Julia collapsed to the floor. The thump made Laura look.

"Is she dead?" she asked.

Castiel walked over to Laura and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Fortunately not. I was able to exorcise the demon."

"A demon?!"

"Yeah, a demon. Not just in fairy stories, you know."

Dean was knelt by Julia's side, feeling for a pulse.

"Yep, still going, still strong."

"She's stronger than me," Laura said with a smile.

"You're strong too, you know. You're strong enough to drink that coffee, let me tell you," Castiel laughed.

"Hell yes," Dean agreed. "I like black coffee, but honestly…" Then he realised.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, let me introduce myself. Hi, I'm Dean, Sammy's brother—"

"Sam's brother. You know I don't like 'Sammy'."

Laura giggled and shook Dean's hand.

"I'm Laura, a road-tripper from England."

"Love the accent."

"Thanks."

Julia began to stir and groan. Castiel knelt by her side.

"It's okay, it's gone," he simply stated.

"I don't feel so good…" Julia croaked.

Dean left the room for a few seconds and came back with a cup of water. He sat beside her and held the cup to her lips.

"Here, drink this," he said.

Julia took a sip from the cup and smiled appreciatively at Dean.

"Thanks," she said. "What the hell happened?"

"Thank you, Lord," Laura whispered to the ceiling.

Then, for Laura, the air became heavy, her body numb… then, for her, everything went black.

"Laura? Laura, wake up!" Sam called, kneeling by her side and tapping her face. "Not now, any time but now, please!"

Sam clutched at Laura's wrist. He then stared at Dean with a look of terror.

Dean strode over to the other side of Laura, whilst Castiel stayed with Julia.

"You have to help me, man, there's nothing, she's stopped breathing!"

Dean, too, clutched onto Laura's wrist. And he, like Sam, could feel nothing.

"Oh no, I am not letting this happen again."

Dean furiously tried to revive Laura, every compression becoming a little bit more hope.

With a bit of help from Castiel, Julia stood up. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Thank you for saving me. You forever have my gratitude."

"Okay, can we do this later?!" Dean cried in frustration.

Julia then saw for the first time what was happening.

"NO! Please no! Not Laura!" Castiel put his arm around Julia and pulled her close, silently praying that Laura would make it.

Sam was clutching onto Laura's wrist and looking at her chest, hoping to see a miracle.

Dean stopped the compressions and pressed his lips against Laura's.

"Dean, is that appropriate?" asked Castiel.

"I just hope it works," Sam muttered.

As he broke away slowly, Laura's chest began to rise and fall.

Her eyes began to open slowly.

"See? A bit of mouth-to-mouth never hurt anyone…" Dean remarked with a snigger.

Sam snickered, Julia laughed and Castiel let a small smile creep onto his face.

Slowly, Laura began to sit up. She looked at Sam and Dean with tears of relief rolling down her face.

She flung her arms around Sam, and then around Dean.

"I don't know what just happened, or what you did, but thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"You know what I fancy?" asked Julia.

"What?" Sam wondered.

"Pie."

"I'll second that," Dean agreed.

"You deserve it," Castiel remarked.

"Count me in!" Laura piped up.

The quintet all laughed together. Sam, Dean and Castiel may have only known Laura and Julia for a few hours, but the pie really bonded them together.