Title: It's never too late
Pairing: Dean/Jo,Sam/OC
Disclaimer: Dean,Sam and Jo do not belong to me.Frances Keating,on the other hand,is totally mine :) coz is me!!!!!
Spoiler: not that I know of...

Autor's note: This fic came out totally out of the blue,I know it's kinda non-canon but bare with me! I'm just turning into a "Supernatural" fan!...oh btw,big hugs to my beta Melissa.

oh and thank you sooo much for those kind reviews!

Fran

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It's never to late
chapter 1

Unknown motel

Sam was sound asleep in the old motel room. The lights were out, but the moonlight illuminated his face. There was no sound in the room; nothing but his peaceful breathing and, of course, the cars outside. Suddenly, a female figure could clearly be seen walking towards him. She smiled at the sight of him. He didn't wake nor stir in his bed.

"Samuel," she whispered in his ear. He moved a little, but didn't wake up. She tried again. "Sam, you gotta wake up."

"Go away..." he whispered in his sleep. "Dean, go away." She frowned. "I'm not Dean, do I sound like Dean to you?" she asked.

Out of the blue, he sat up in his bed, opening his eyes. As a reflection, he took the gun from under his pillow and pointed to where the voice came from. She walked a few steps back and raised her hands in surrender. "Don't shoot! I mean, you won't even if you could."

"Who are you? How did you get in?" He spoke, still holding the gun firmly in his hand.

"I'll tell you who I am, if you keep that gun away from me," she said. He moved the gun away.

"Speak," he said, as he got up from his bed.

"My name is Frances...and I'm here to help."

"To help?" he frowned, confused. "Help who? Me?"

"Yes. I mean, not you, your brother. I went to his room, but his sleeps like a mule."

He turn on the lamp and walked closer to her, taking a good look at her face. She looked about his age, with long brown hair falling down her shoulders and bright brown eyes, that were staring at him. A small grin was on her face.

"How did you get in?" he asked again. She smiled.

"Through the wall," she firmly said. He was waiting for her to tell him it was a joke. It never came.

"You're..."

"Dead? Yeah."

She looked pretty normal to him; not even a sign of being dead. Although she did look extremely pale.

"You wait here and I'll get my brother," he said and walked toward the door.

"Don't worry. I won't go anywhere."

TBC

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