A/N This was my first fanfic and wasn't beta'd. All mistakes are my own.

LAST BREATH

She glanced at the clock, 12:03 - time to get moving. Shrugging into her jacket, she glanced into the mirror, pulling her long auburn tresses into a ponytail and placing the black ball cap on her head. Opening the door she stepped into the moonlit parking lot, with a final look at the motel room, she closed the door, locking it.

Smiling to herself, she walked across the gravelled parking lot, enjoying the mild night air. She turned to leave the parking lot of the motel she had called home for the past two weeks and her smile faltered. There in front of her was a black Impala.

It couldn't be, she thought, staring at the shining classic; exhaustion was obviously playing tricks on her. She looked at the car again and shook her head smiling at herself. "Yeah right," she grumbled under her breath. "That car would be long gone by now - it's not the same car."

Moving to walk past the Impala, she couldn't help but look again. "Get a grip, Cor," she muttered to herself.

"There is no way." However, the feeling of familiarity wouldn't go away. Forgetting her plans, she stepped closer, her hand stretched out to touch the car. Just as she got close enough to touch it, she stopped - unsure.

"Damn it, girl." she said under her breath, "it's just a car, it won't vanish into thin air…..if it does then you know you need to get some rest." Tentatively, she touched the roof of the car, gently caressing it - almost lovingly. It sure feels like the Ol' Beast. Without realizing what she was doing or why, she found herself opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat. She laid her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, so many memories, so many emotions.

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Chapter 1

Stretching, Sam leaned back from his computer screen and looked out the window - and froze.

"What the hell?" The young hunter muttered. From where he sat he could see the Impala, the interior light was on and it looked like someone was sitting in the front seat. "Dean?"

"Mmmm?" was the reply.

Glancing over at his older brother, stretched out on one of the beds, eyes on the T V. Sam huffed. "Dean!" Turning to face the window, the youngest Winchester studied the Impala, and the figure inside.

"What, Sam?" Dean responded annoyed, still not moving his gaze from the screen.

"There's someone in the Impala." Sam responded.

"What?!" The elder hunter jumped up and hurried towards the window.

"Whoever it is, they aren't moving…just sitting there." Sam said looking and sounding a bit puzzled.

"Yeah, well not for long." Grabbing his gun, Dean stormed to the door, yanking it open he stepped out into the parking lot in his socks.

Sam hesitated only a second before running after him. "Dean!" he hissed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting that piece of shi…" Dean halted in mid-step. "Son of a bitch!" He was now close enough to see a little clearer.

"What?" Sam whispered.

"That sorry ass son of a bitch has their feet on the dash!"

Sam noticed Dean's grip on his gun seemed to be a little tighter and he glanced at the figure in the car.

They had their feet up on the dash all right, muddy boots and all. "Dean! You can't go in guns blazing just

'Cause they have their feet on the dash!"

"Yeah? Watch me!" Dean walked around to the passenger side of the car and levelled his gun at the figure.

"Aw crap," Sam sighed.

Running to stand next to his brother, Sam tried to push the elder hunter's arm down. "Dean…..Put the gun away," he whispered loudly. "At least find out who it is and what they want….."

Hearing the loud whispers, the intruder stirred and pulled the hat up off her eyes quickly noting the weapon levelled at her head. "Whoa there, Buddy," she said straightening up and putting her feet on the floor. "I'm leaving…nothing touched honest. No harm no foul, right?"

Dean looked at the quizzically. "Who are you? What are you doing in my car?"

Raising her hands, Cori managed a pleasant smile. "Sorry, I just seen the car…..she's a beauty, I mean…..there is no way you could just walk by something like this. I didn't mean anything by it. So again, I'm sorry."

Dean trailed his gaze over the Impala, pride evident in his sparkling eyes. "Yeah, she's a beauty alright…"

"Look Buddy, are you accepting my apology or are you gonna use that gun?" The auburn-haired girl asked. "I recommend the first suggestion…Blood is such a pain to get out of the upholstery."

Nodding, the hunter lowered his gun, his green eyes watching her alertly. "Yeah, I guess. "

"How about I leave now? Sound like a good idea to you?" Cori said, smiling apologetically. What a stupid move - man she knew better than to doze off like that…in a strangers car no less.

Dividing her attention between the young men, she quickly attempted to assess the situation. It appeared that only the shorter man was armed, and if the need arose, she would probably be able to knock him off balance long enough to disarm him. Turning her attention to the taller man, she tried to spot signs of a concealed weapon, not seeing the telltale bulge in the usual hiding areas, did little to alleviate her apprehension. If one was armed then logically the other would be as well. It would be so much better if she could just talk her way out of this mess.

"So you just go around jumping into any car that you feel like? What are you up to?" the sandy-haired man demanded, looking at her suspiciously.

"Look, I knew a guy a long time ago that used to drive a car like this. Just taking a stroll down memory lane. That's all, I know that it was wrong, but," Cori batted her long lashes at the men. "Well I figured everyone would be asleep and I wasn't gonna hurt anything. So…..how about I get up and walk away…and we can forget this ever happened."

"C'mon Dean, she didn't hurt anything, just let her go," Sam said quietly, nudging his brother.

Dean looked at the woman and sighed before answering. "Alright get going. But don't let me catch you messing around my car again…I just might shoot first….." Dean stepped back allowing Cori to exit the black classic.

"Thanks….and again, sorry for upsetting you." Cori mumbled, as she stepped from the car. Smiling sheepishly, she nodded at the tall men before turning to walk away.

Grinning smugly, Dean looked at his baby brother. "Yeah!" he exclaimed. "See….the Impala is a Babe magnet, just like I told ya Sam…"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah, Dean a real Babe magnet," the young hunter groaned. "One of these days you're gonna shoot some poor Babe it attracts," he added sarcastically.

Hearing the brother banter, Cori turned around, watching them unnoticed.

"Well, I guess I had better check to see everything is ok." Sliding into the car, the Dean looked at his sibling. "By the way Sammy…..why didn't you lock the doors?"

"Wha…?" the youngest Winchester responded, his brow furrowed in puzzlement. "Dean I did."

"Hmm….I guess her trip down memory lane was important….to break into a car." Dean still had a feeling there was more to the girl.

"Dean? Sam?" Cori walked back to them. "Winchester?" Yep she thought this is the Ol' Beast.

Dean and Sam looked at each other then back at Cori. "Who are you?" Sam asked.

Cori walked over to Sam, "My, you are tall. Damn Dean, what did you feed the boy?" Cori raised her hand and gently pushed the chestnut locks from Sam's left temple. "Hmmm…barely a scar there, a person wouldn't know it was there if they weren't looking for it." She smiled softly and lowered her hand. Swallowing, Sam looked to his brother, hoping for an explanation.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean demanded, looking at the girl studiously. Her eyes were a bright green, something about her felt familiar. And she knew about Sam's scar. Still looking at her, he thought about the day Sam had gotten hurt. Sam was only four; this girl looked to be around the same age as they were…. Who is she? He thought to himself. There were only the four of them that day, the sudden realization slammed into him. "Cori?"

"Hey Dean," Cori smiled, drawing closer to her old friend.

"Wow, it's been awhile…."Dean shook his head, still a little surprised.

"Yeah, almost twenty years….So you got the Ol' Beast from Uncle John did ya, I was sure that thing would be in the car graveyard by now."

"What? No way! Can't let a great car like this go." Dean responded his hand on the black hood protectively.

Sam looked back and forth between them, still confused, "Uncle John? Dean, do we know this girl?"

"Yeah Sam, we do." The elder hunter smiled fondly. "I guess you were probably too young to really remember…."

Cori looked up at Sam, her green eyes glittering mischievously. "C'mon 'Super Sammy' don't you remember me?"

Feeling completely left out of the loop and more than a little confused, Sam regarded the woman that he apparently had once known, not seeing anything that sparked recognition in him. "Super Sammy? What?"

"Aw man, I forgot about that…."Dean laughed heartily. "That was so great."

"Forgot about what?" Sam questioned. Watching the conspiratorial looks being passed between the two, he started to feel uneasy, like he was on the outside of an inside joke.

Cori smiled fondly at Sam, "Well Sam when you were little….."

Dean watched his father loading the duffle bag. "How long will you be gone, Dad?"

"Not too long, Dean." John replied. "Just a few hours, I'll be back before you know it."

Glancing at his four-year old brother in the motel armchair watching TV, Dean asked, "Are you leaving right now?"

John looked at his oldest son, a weary sigh passing his lips. "As soon as Jake gets here."

"Jake?" The eight-year old boy's face lit up. "Is Cori coming Dad?"

"She sure is…she's gonna watch you guys for a bit."Smiling, John ruffled his eldest son's hair, feeling a pang of regret for the path he had taken, for the life he had given his sons.

"Dad, I can take care of me and Sammy, I am 8." Dean said indignantly, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Yeah I know you can," John quickly reassured Dean. "But Jake and I thought you kids would like to keep each other company."

"Oh….yeah I guess that's a good idea." Dean agreed, dropping his defiant stance when they heard the knock announcing the arrival of the Daniels'.

Turning, the haggard hunter opened the door steeping back to allow Jake Daniels and daughters entry. "Well John, you about ready?" Jake asked sounding tired.

"Just about." John replied, kneeling in front of his oldest boy to go over the usual list of instructions.

"Corwee!" Sam shouted, running over and jumping up into the 12-year-old girl's arms.

"Cori, Make sure you get your homework done too.," her father stated gruffly.

"Yes, Dad…." Cori sighed rolling her eyes, holding little Sam.

"Corleen," Jake Daniels spoke warningly.

Cori could feel the change in tone as much as hear it. She turned to her father, balancing Sam on her hip.

Sir?" She asked, visibly straightening to attention.

"You keep an eye on the younger ones…..if anything happens you call Pastor Jim. Understood?" Jake watched the girl's face, making sure she was listening to what she he said.

"Yes Sir," the young girl replied.

After making sure the kids were settled and the rules were known and understood, the men left for their latest hunt.

"Okay Sam, you wanna go play with Ashlyn?" Cori put Sam down next to her four-year old sister, ruffling his unruly dark hair.

"Yeah," Sam shouted emphatically. Taking Ashlyn's hand, he led her to where he had a few scattered toys.

A little later Sam came running to Cori, a towel tucked into his pyjama shirt and hanging down his back like a cape. "Hey Sam" Cori smiled, looking up from her homework.

"I'm not Sam!" He exclaimed, his hazel eyes wide with excitement.

"You're not?" Cori asked placing a hand on her chest feigning surprise. "Well then, who are you?"

"I am Super Sammy!" he shouted throwing his hands in the air and running around the room.

"Oh, Hi there Super Sammy," Cori said as seriously as she could, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm gonna fight all the bad guys." Sam climbed up on one of the beds and started jumping and yelling, "Super Sammy!"

Cori smiled, moving to the bed reaching towards the hyperactive four-year old. "Okay Super Sammy, no more jumping on the bed."

Sam continued jumping saying, "You can't stop me…..I Super Sammy!"

"Ok Super Sammy…" she said with a shrug. "Only super heroes that don't jump on beds get cookies for a bedtime snack."

Letting himself fall back on the bed, Sam smiled. "Cookies!"

Cori got the younger kids their bedtime snack and tucked them in for the night. Rubbing a hand across the back of her weary neck, she sat on the arm of the chair next to Dean.

"Are you gonna make me go to bed too?" Dean grumbled.

"No Dean, We're the older ones….we gotta stay up and keep them safe. It's all part of being the big sister or brother in your case…..."

"So that is the story of how Super Sammy came to be…and he stayed around for a long, long time…" Cori laughed at the embarrassed expression on Sam's face. "At least you know you were a kid once, Sam…It's a memory you should treasure." She rammed an elbow into the older Winchester's ribs. "Even if your brother seems to be having a hard time keeping a straight face right now."