Welcome to my first Supernatural story. I don't own anything, but my own characters. Enjoy!

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"Are you okay?"

The dark-haired woman groaned softly as she gained consciousness and her hazel eyes slowly opened. She gingerly touched the cut near her hairline, looking down at the blood on her fingertips. Her slightly dazed eyes looked up at the large man, taking in his handsome face and longish brown hair.

"I think so. Besides the cut." she muttered softly, her voice laced with a refined British accent and Sam Winchester helped her to sit up. "Where are we?"

Sam's green eyes scanned the rusted metal cage they were in and it reminded him of the one that he had been in when he was kidnapped in Minnesota. There was just enough room for both of them to fit, but Sam was unable to stretch out his long legs. He wasn't really sure where they were. He and his brother Dean and the angel Castiel had been tracking down what they believed was a simple werewolf in Colorado. Sam remembered getting them a room at another sleazy motel and he remembered stepping out to get coffee. Then everything went black. Next thing he remembered was waking up in this cage. The woman didn't arrive until what he assumed was several days later. Sam felt her shift until she was sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him and she exhaled heavily.

"I'm Margery Crawford, but I go by Marg." she introduced herself as she swept her sweat and blood stained hair into a ponytail before flinching when her bangs brushed against the cut.

"Sam Winchester." he replied, pulling a tissue out of his pocket and handing it to her.

"Thank you." She pressed it against the cut and leaned her head back, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "What do you think took us?"

Sam raised an eyebrow at her choice of 'what' rather than 'who' and he decided to be honest. "I think it might be a werewolf."

"Hmm. Makes sense."

Sam's eyes were comically wide as he shifted slightly to face her and she raised her head. Every other time it seemed that the brothers decided to tell someone the truth about what they hunted, no one ever believed them. Most of them scoffed or laughed, telling them that they were crazy until the sceptics were proven wrong or died. The strange British woman before Sam actually believed him and he was wondering if she was like Bela.

"What? I'm not daft, Sam. I know about the supernatural and everything that goes bump in the night." she shrugged and Sam shook his head, laughing softly.

"How?" he tilted his head in question and she lowered her hand to her lap.

"I'm not a hunter per se, but I do hunt the supernatural. Her Majesty formed a new branch of her Special Forces called the Unexplainable Phenomenon Response Unit. Ridiculous name, I know."

"So, you're like a cop that hunts the supernatural for the Queen of England?"

"You make it sound like the plot to a bad movie, love."

Sam chuckled again, not quite sure what to think of the woman sitting next to him, but he had to admit, it was a rather ingenious idea. Hide hunters behind actual badges and let them take care of supernatural threats without repercussions with the law. He wished they had that in America.

"Hmm, Winchester. Ah! I thought I recognized your name, love. You were on the FBI's fugitive list." she stated, teasing him lightly and Sam frowned.

His stomach began to tighten with suspicion and he studied Marg closely. She had already admitted to him that she was a cop, but she was also a hunter. There was a good chance that she wouldn't turn him, but he was still cautious.

"How would you know that?" he asked and Marg looked rather embarrassed.

"I get bored and check it sometimes. Plus, I've heard rumors about you and your brother. Dean right?"

"Yeah. You heard rumors all the way in England?"

"News spreads fast when you manage to get out of Hell and stop the Apocalypse, love. Plus, it's not like the hunter community is that large, so it doesn't take long for news to get around."

"Yeah, I guess. Most hunters don't really like us unless they've known us for awhile."

Marg pulled her knees to her chest and rest her chin on them. "Well, Sam, I'm not most hunters." she winked slyly and a light flush settled on Sam's cheeks. "Besides, you boys are fighting for the good of mankind and I see nothing wrong with that. Doesn't hurt that you're awfully cute."

Marg laughed as the flush on Sam's cheeks darkened, but it was cut short when they heard something moving in the darkness outside their lit cage. Light glinted off the blade of Marg's newly produced knife, which she had fished out of a secret pocket in her boot and Sam's entire body tensed.

Marg screamed as a bloody hand grabbed her ponytail, slamming her head back against the cage wall. Stars danced in her vision as she continued to scream, kicking her legs out, and Sam grabbed her knife out of her hand, stabbing it into the hand. A pained howl admitted from the darkness and the hand released Marg before disappearing. Sam pulled the dazed woman close to him, brandishing the knife in front of him. His eyes scanned the pitch black, but it seemed that whatever had grabbed Marg had disappeared.

"Marg? Are you okay?" Sam practically panted, his voice thick with worry and she nodded.

"Yeah, I think so. Bloody hell, I'm going to have to have my head checked when we get out of here." she moaned in pain as she rubbed the back of her head. "What was that?"

"I don't know. It didn't look like a werewolf and it didn't react to the silver in your knife. My brother and our friend will be looking for me, so they'll get us out."

"I hope they get here soon, love."

"Me too."