"Dammit..." the smaller guy spat. He kicked a can that laid on the ground so hard that it bounced off the wall and onto the other side of the alleyway.

Marcy stared at him before looking up at the taller guy, "So uh, you want to free me there champ?" she asked, shaking her hands a bit.

Shaggy looked over at Freddie unsure if he should let the girl go. With one curt nod Marcy was free. She rubbed her wrists and looked down at the mass on the ground. It's goo was seeping out of the human like flesh and onto the black surface. With a shake of her head, Marcy walked over and kicked the pile softly. It infuriated her to know that, that shape shifter got away and these two chuckle heads let him get away.

Once Marcy had her moment, she turned and looked at the two men that accused her, "Alright boys, looks like you owe me a beer." she smiled.

The bar was packed, people were laughing and dancing on the dance floor while the three of them made their way to the bar. Marcy sat between the two of them, taking off her black leather jacket and hanging it on the back of her chair. Her pink tank top was dusted with a bit of dirt and little holes. It has been awhile since Marcy was able to sit and relax, let alone do her laundry. She was in a serious pursuit in trying to get the shape shifter that she forgot to change out of her hunting garb. Slowly she reached up just as the men sat down next to her sides and pulled her long brown hair into a high ponytail.

"So what will you have?" asked the bartender.

"Two beers and...a Malibu?" the jock smirked.

All Marcy do was roll her eyes and looked at him, "Cute. Ill have what they are" she said, looking at the bartender with a small smile.

"So...do you have a name?"

Marcy let out an exasperated sigh, "It's Marcy...Marcy Winchester" she said softly, sitting back and crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at the two of them.

The taller one that sat on her right looked at her, a little confused as he leaned forward. "Wait...your last name is..Winchester?" he asked softly.

The brunette looked over at him and made a face as if it was a stupid question, "I believe that is what I just said..." she said with a little bit of sass in her voice. By then the bartender returned with their beers and she didn't hesitate to grab hers and take the first sip. After a day like this, it was hard to not drink about three or four of those bad boys.

The man on her left stiffened, she could feel the tension rising in the air as the two boys just looked at each other, having a silent conversation with just their eyes.

"What do you know of your father?" the man on her left asked.

Turning to look at him she frowned. If there was one thing she didn't like, it was opening up her personal life to complete strangers, that and the subject of her father. She never met him, only heard stories of him. Before she was born he left her and her mother before her mother even had the chance to tell him! Up until her mother's death, her mother worked hard to make sure that Marcy had everything she needed.

Her grip tightened a bit around her bottle as she gave a sharp shrug, her playful demeanor slowly melted into anger and sadness. "I don't know anything about my father. He left before I was born, my mother would talk about him. Said he was mysterious and easy on the eyes, a smooth talker as well. They met one night in Dallas, he was asking her all kinds of strange questions, told her that he was an FBI agent. He came around frequently to see her and one thing led to another and surprise...there came me. He left before my mother got to tell him." she said softly, taking a sip of her beer. "All I really have is a name, John...John Winchester. Hence where I got my last name" she said, looking at the smaller guy with perceiving brown eyes.

The boys looked at each other, shifting a little in their seats at the sound of their own father's name. Marcy caught on the uneasiness right away and sighed, "So, Do you two have names?" she asked softly.

The smaller one got up right away from his seat. The movement caused his chair to get pushed back a little, rocking on the hardwood floor before stabilizing once more. "Give us a sec would ya?" he asked, nodding to his friend to walk over to the side, making sure to take their beers so they wouldn't be drugged.

"First Adam and now this...what, did Dad have affairs with women in every state?!" Dean cursed.

Sam looked at his brother and took a sip of his beer, his eyes then slowly wandered over to Marcy that sat alone at the bar now. He was uncertain, but he felt like it was true, just like how he was right about Adam and he could feel it in his gut about the girl. "I don't know...but there is only one way we can be sure this time..." he said softly and frowned. "We would have to do a test, take a DNA test" he said.

Dean looked at his brother as if he had just lost his marbles, "Are you crazy Sammy?! I am not going to waste my time trying to figure out if some girl is really our younger sister..." he hissed, running a hand through his short blonde hair as he tried to think. "I think it's best if we just go, pay for her drink and leave. We can't bring any more people into what we are doing...people die Sam..." he pleaded.

Sam looked at his older brother and nodded, biting his bottom lip slightly before turning, "She is already a hunter...it's already too late for her" he said softly and walked back to where Marcy was still sitting.

Taking a sip of his drink, Dean turned and followed Sam back to their seats by the bar.

Marcy had already finished her beer and placed her empty bottle on the counter. "Awe, couldn't go to the bathroom without your girlfriend?" she asked smiling, her soft lips pulling ear to ear. "So, do you have names?" she asked.

"Well, I'm Sam and that is Dean...we're-"

"We're leaving here shortly and it was pleasure meeting you" Dean said, taking a sip of his beer.

The tension was still present, it was making Marcy uncomfortable and she was more than happy to leave. "Alright boys, it was nice meeting you and thanks for the beer" she said and hopped off of her chair, grabbing her leather jacket. "I guess I will see you around..." she smiled and took two steps before stopping and turning back to them. "Oh and next time, don't interrupt me, if we were to ever meet again..." she said, her eyes darting from Sam and Dean, already marking them as a potential enemy. With that said, she turned on her heel and marched her black boots out of the bar and into the night.

Sam and Dean looked at each other and shook their heads in sync. "I tell ya, that girl has an attitude." Dean mentioned and finished off the rest of his beer.

Chuckling was heard next to him as Sam was trying to stop the fits of giggling. Dean was confused and just stared at him. Sam looked over at Dean and smiled, "She sounds like you...a lot" he smiled, sipping his beer. Dean shook his head and stood up from his chair, "I already told you Sammy. I won't acknowledge her if she really is our sister until I see it and it just so happened that I don't want to waste my time...so...let's go. We need to find that shifter before he causes any more deaths in the city.

Slowly Dean reached into his pockets and pulled out some money, throwing it onto the counter to pay for the three beers. He looked at his brother with a nod and started to walk away. Sam watched for a moment and looked at the three bottles that sat on the counter. With one quick look around, he snagged all three and managed to hide them into his jacket before following his brother. Sam didn't want to waste time like last time, if Marcy was truly their sister, then he had to know. Maybe he could do something different with her then what he couldn't do with Adam. Maybe finally he could be the big, protective brother that he yearned to be.