A/N: Re-uploading. Content is not changed, just author's notes. Added a new chapter. I started this while watching S1 on DVD. I am all caught up on the series. I love the series. It does not go along with my original ideas for the characters however so I am going back to S1/S2 Sam and Dean and storyline. Currently re-watching S1/S2, back when it was fun, monster of the week camp. Hope you enjoy. Please review, they feed a writer's muse.

Save Me

Breea © 12-20-08

Chapter 1

Emma flipped the page in her notebook, rereading the notes she had taken that morning. She glanced at the book to her left, confirming her suspicions. This was no ordinary, run of the mill spirit. This was going to take some work.

"Hey pretty lady." A voice to her right caught her attention. She turned, an obviously fake smile on her face. She didn't respond verbally. He was cute, but definitely not her type. Too forward, too much of a player. She could tell, just by looking. "Can I buy you a drink?"

The one hazard of doing her work in a bar was being hit on. Usually, she was left alone, because, really, who wanted to talk to a girl who was reading a book in a bar? However, once in a while a guy was drunk enough, or lonely enough, to come and try to talk to her. Her routine was to politely brush them off.

"No thanks," Emma replied, pointing at her half drank beer by her notebook. He glanced down at her notebook then her open books and his expression changed slightly. If she hadn't been watching his face she would have missed it.

"Alright." He replied turning and walking away from her. She watched as he approached a table with another guy sitting at it, working on a laptop. Emma turned back to her notebook, shaking her head. He was probably freaked out by the book, it was old and creepy looking, but there was no way he could know what it was about. Very few people knew about spirits and demons being real; Emma had never personally ran into someone who did.

"I'm telling you, you have to go talk to her." Dean whispered insistently. Sam glanced over Dean's shoulder at the girl sitting at the bar. He squinted in confusion at his brother.

"Why?" Sam asked, not getting his brother's concern.

"Because, she's got some weird books over there. Maybe she's the cause of this thing going on in town. She might be a demon. I don't know, but you need to go talk to her and figure it out."

"How am I going to figure that out-"

"Just talk to her, dude!" Dean slammed his palm on the table, rattling the beer bottles. Sam wasn't sure he'd ever seen him quite so upset about seemingly nothing.

"Alright." Sam held his hands up in surrender, standing from his stool. He walked over to her, wondering what his opening line would be. This was Dean's department, talking to girls in bars. Plus, Sam wasn't entirely sure why Dean was so worked up about her.

"Hey," His opening line was definitely smooth. She turned to look at him, her dark hair falling back behind her shoulder, her hazel eyes meeting his dead on. She half smiled, definitely not inviting.

"Hi." Was all she said. Hmm, this was going to be harder than he thought. He looked down at her notebook and then at the books Dean had mentioned.

"Is that The World of the Living by Warren Coldwell?" Sam's eyes grew wide and he momentarily forgot why he was there. He'd heard about the book but never seen a copy before. It was supposed to have a lot of rare stories and information about uncommon spirits. The title at the top of the page had caught his eye. When he said the words, however, she leaned over the book, obscuring it from his sight. He looked at her face again and was greeted by a curious stare.

"You know about the book?" She asked. Dean's words flooded back to him; she could be the cause of the mess going on in town. After Meg, it was hard to trust any stranger. Still, he nodded in response, finding himself sitting on the empty stool next to her.

"I've heard of it. I've never seen a copy before, where'd you get it?" He asked.

"A close friend lent it to me." She responded, suspicion growing in her voice. "Are you a fan of the supernatural?"

Sam had to chuckle at that. "A fan, no. Far from it." He stopped before he gave away more than he meant to. "Are you?" He countered.

She tilted her head, analyzing him. He tried to appear as innocuous as possible. "You know about the book so you must know something about the supernatural world. Why are you in Jameson? Are you from here, or just visiting?"

"You ask a lot of questions without giving many answers." Sam pointed out, leaning on arm on the bar. He actually wouldn't mind answering her questions, if she'd just answer his.

She stared at him a moment; he figured she was trying to determine what to tell him and what to keep to herself. He understood. Secrecy was important when dealing with outsiders. He had a feeling she wasn't the bad guy in this situation but he was still apprehensive. He wasn't ready to trust very easily.

"I've grown up knowing about the supernatural world. Ghosts. Demons. Spirits. I know about them, and I know how to kill them. I'm what you might call a hunter; I go where something evil is hurting people and I destroy it." She watched his face while she spoke, probably trying to gauge his reaction. If she was expecting surprise or confusion, she was sorely disappointed. While he was surprised to randomly run into another hunter, he knew all along that he and his brother weren't the only ones out there. The only surprising parts to him were that she was a girl and she was alone.

"Well?" Dean's voice startled him. Sam looked up at his brother who suddenly appeared at his shoulder. Dean was never known for his patience.

"Well what?" Sam asked, looking back at the girl. She was hastily putting her notebook and books in her bag. He figured they had about 30 seconds before she was gone.

"Is she, ya know, what I asked earlier?" Dean was not subtle.

"No, I don't think so." Sam told him before turning back to her. "She's a hunter. Like us."

That stopped her. She froze, looking from one brother to the other. "Like you?" She repeated, a little flustered. Sam nodded.

"Yep, and we're probably here for the same reason. Multiple deaths, mysterious circs, no trace of bodies." Sam raised his eyebrows questioningly and she nodded in response. Dean grabbed Sam's arm violently.

"You're just talking to her about this? After what happened with Meg?" Dean was obviously mad. Sam shrugged his hand off.

"Yea, Dean. I mean, I'm not going to trust her to hold a gun to my head but I think talking about something we're all familiar with is safe enough."

"So wait," she interrupted, holding up a hand toward them. "You guys are hunters too? Like, you destroy ghosts and stuff?" She looked totally surprised when they both nodded back at her, Dean a little more reluctantly than Sam. "I've never met another."

"We haven't either. At least, not randomly like this. It's kind of weird, actually." Sam looked at Dean, thinking about how he had "randomly" ran into Meg a few times. Maybe he was wrong to be so open with this girl. He'd have to watch himself, guard his thoughts more carefully.

"Exactly!" Dean claimed, pointing at her. "How do we know you're not causing all this death in the town?"

She frowned at Dean, pushing his finger away from her. "I suppose you don't but do you think I'd still be sitting here talking to you if I was? Sitting at a bar with my books and notebook, just waiting around for my next 'victim'? Talking openly about spirits with strangers. Oooh, yeah, I think that sounds like the M.O. of a killer." She rolled her eyes and stood up, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

"She has a point." Sam pointed out, looking over at Dean who did not look at all convinced. He grumbled under his breath but didn't say another bad word.

"So, if we are both hunting the same thing, we can do one of two things. We can go about it our own separate ways or we can team up and work together. I am all for the spirit of cooperation, but if you guys don't trust me, I'm cool the other way, too."

"I agree with working together, the three of us can get this done faster than two." Sam spoke up before Dean could shoot the suggestion down. Dean did not look happy but he also didn't say anything.

"I'm staying at the Motor Inn across the street if you guys don't have a hotel yet. It's crappy but it's cheap and clean." She offered, starting to head toward the door.

"Sounds good." Sam went over to grab his laptop and bag before following her out the door, Dean right behind him. "So you do this on your own?" Sam couldn't help but asking. He knew Dean had hunted on his own a bit but Sam had never done any of it without his father or brother around. It was so much work and so stressful he couldn't imagine hunting without a partner, to bounce ideas off if nothing else.

"Well, not completely alone." She smiled over her shoulder at him. "My dog keeps me company."

Sam could hear Dean sigh behind him. "Of course there'd be a dog." Dean was not much of an animal lover.

"At least it's not a cat." Sam grinned at his brother. They climbed into the car and drove across the street to get their room at the Motor Inn.