AN: Here's a little something I came up a while back. Just another one of the stories I've all ready written and have now had the time to type up and post. Hope everyone enjoys!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Supernatural.

She sits in her car, watching the two brothers exit the bar. They make their way to their sleek, black '67 Impala and climb inside. She waits for them to get a head start before starting up her own car and following after them down the road. She makes sure she stays a great deal behind in order to not tip them off but keeps an eye on their car in order to not lose them as well. When they pull into a motel, she keeps driving, taking note of the name of the motel as she drives by. She'd come back later to stake out which room they are in.

A smile appears on her face as she drives towards her destination. She had picked up their scent when she had pulled into the bar's parking lot. She knew that scent. There was no mistaking it; it was the Winchesters. And she knew it was time to get her revenge.

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Dean and Sam enter their motel room, shutting the door behind them. They had just finished a hunt in town. A ghost was haunting the local library and killing the patrons. They decided to go to the bar in town and celebrate, even if it did take a good amount of coaxing his brother on Dean's part. The closer they got to Dean's deal coming due, the less Sam did unless it was researching on how to save Dean.

Dean stumbles over to his bed, the one closest to the door and collapses onto it. Sam follows his lead and drops down onto his own bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep almost instantly. Hearing Sam's breath even out, Dean rolls over and succumbs to his own exhaustion.

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Sam blinks his eyes awake and squints at the sun shining into the room. He stretches and looks over at his brothers' bed, seeing him still asleep. Sam sits up and stretches once again, cracking his neck and back before climbing out of bed. He grabs his clothes and walks into the bathroom to get ready. It doesn''t take long for him to take a quick shower, get dressed, and brush his teeth and hair; by the time he's done it's nine o'clock. Sam writes a quick note for his brother letting him know he's going out for coffee and breakfast, setting it on the end table between their two beds. Sam grabs the room key, deciding on walking the few blocks to the diner down the road instead of taking the Impala.

Sam walks into the diner not even ten minutes later, the bells jingling to announce his arrival, and walks up to the counter. The waitress turns around and smiles when she sees him; he and Dean had become regulars in here while they were working the job.

"You're back?" the waitress, Jeannette, asks. She walks towards him from the other side of the counter.

"Yeah, we'll be leaving today though," Sam answers as Jeannette pulls out her pad, her smile fading slightly. She had grown accustomed to the two attractive men the past week and is sad to hear they will be leaving.

"Too bad," Jeannette says with an exaggerated pout. Sam smirks. "The usual?"

"Yes, please," Sam replies, his smirk growing. He can't help the thought that Dean would be jumping all over the opportunity that''s presenting itself right now. Jeannette nods her head and writes the order down on her pad before disappearing into the kitchen. Sam turns and glances around the room, noticing there is only one other family and a couple of elderly men sitting and talking at the counter.

Sam begins to feel a weird sensation, as if he is being watched and he turns his head to look outside. He doesn't see anything at first, but then a blond woman just outside the restaurant catches his eye. She's standing off to the side watching him. A smile breaks across her face before she turns around and walks around the back of the restaurant. Sam glances behind him, seeing Jeannette busy, and quickly exits the restaurant in pursuit of the blond woman. He warily, but quickly, walks around the restaurant and pulls out his gun.

When he gets to the corner preceding the back of the building, Sam slows down. He peers around the corner, but doesn't see the blond woman anywhere. In fact, he doesn't see anyone. He walks into the back alley of the restaurant, glancing around, but still doesn't see anyone. He hears a noise behind him and he turns around only to be struck in the head with something hard before he can even get his gun up. Sam's vision goes black and he collapses to the ground.

"Bring the car over," a brunette says to the blond woman Sam was chasing, an evil smile playing on her lips. Dean and Sam Winchester were going to regret killing her mate, and taking Sam was just the beginning.

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Dean blinks awake, yawning and turning onto his back in his bed. He stretches and looks over at Sam's bed, not seeing him there. His eyes catch a piece of paper on the table next to his bed and he grabs it, opening it up and reading it: Dean, went to get coffee and breakfast. It's nine o'clock now. Be back soon –Sam.

Dean tosses the note back onto the table and closes his eyes. Suddenly, Dean's eyes pop open and his head whips towards the clock- the clock that reads 12:09. Dean jumps out of bed and searches the room but sees no sign of Sam. Dean walks over to the end table and grabs his phone. Not seeing any missed calls or text he dials Sam''s number.

"Dammit," Dean curses when it just goes to voice mail. He has a bad feeling about all of this and his 'little-brother-sense'' was rarely ever wrong. Dean grabs his clothes and gets dressed quickly, putting his hone and room key in his pocket. He grabs the keys to the Impala and walks out of the room.

Moments later, Dean is walking into the small 'mom n' pop' diner a few blocks down the street. He walks up to the counter, catching the waitress, Jeannette's, eye on the way there. Jeannette walks over to meet him, giving him a smile.

"I thought you'd guys be back," Jeannette says with a smile. Dean gives her a confused look and Jeannette goes on to explain. ""You know since your brother left without the food."

"So, Sam was here?" Dean asks, a little relieved at the lead, however small it is.

"Yeah," Jeannette says, this time she gives Dean a confused look. "So, why did Sam take off?"

"Uh…I…I don't know. He never came back to the motel room," Dean says, glancing around the room and taking in his surroundings. "What time did he leave here?"

"Um…about 9:15. He never made it back?" Jeannette says, worry in her voice as she thinks about what could've happened to the tall young man.

"No, do you have a security camera?" Dean asks, looking back over at Jeannette. Jeannette nods her head and leads Dean back to where the tape is.

Dean fiddles around with it, rewinding it back to nine o'clock. The two of them watch as they see Sam walk into the diner. Dean fast forwards it to ten minutes later to see Sam looking at something outside. Dean furrows his eyebrows when he sees Sam walk outside and to the left. Dean looks up and over at the window at the front of the building. He purses his lips and his jaw tenses. He doesn't wait for Jeannette and jogs out the restaurant, making a left hand turn. He continues to walk along the building, keeping an eye out for anything important.

Dean rounds the corner into the back alleyway and that's when his eye catches it. He walks over and squats down, picking up his brothers' gun. Dean looks up and glances in both directions down the alley, seeing nothing helpful.

"Dammit Sammy."

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