Alex was hyperventilating in the back seat of a recently stolen vehicle. His colleague and close friend, Charlie Bradbury, had her head on his lap as she whimpered quietly in her sleep. In the two front seats sat complete strangers, who had yet to even introduce themselves. Two strangers that had saved his life along with his friend's life, from what he dubbed to be monsters in human skin. The worst part about that those exact monsters had his sister, he had no idea what was going to happen to her and it made him sick on the inside.

"You okay back there?" The taller one asked, he sat in the passenger seat and tilted his head slightly to glance over at him when greeted with silence. Alex couldn't speak, he tried but nothing came out. A pained look took place while alarm showed on the others face. "Oh, hey, relax. My name is Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean."

"My sister... They have her back there." He mumbled with a protective hand resting on Charlie's head. "I can't just leave her there."

Sam glanced to his brother, aware of the extent of the situation. "What-"

"We'll get her back." Dean interrupted, glancing in the rear view mirror. "Don't you worry, man."

Alex brushed back Charlie's hair, trying to calm himself from shaking and waking her. "Thank you, she's all I have." He said, feeling bad for undermining Charlie's existence. It wasn't that she didn't mean anything, she meant a whole lot of things to him. But given their sibling history that would always be a priority, if anything it was the only stable thing he could hang on to. Truthfully, he didn't know if his sister even knew that fact.

The brothers glanced at one another simultaneously, a look of knowing. They knew better than most just what it was like to live in that fashion. "So..." Sam cleared his throat quietly, "Does your sister work with you two?"

"No, well I mean, she was going to be working for Mr. Roman just in a different way." He looked up at the face that was trying to comprehend his meaning. "She majored in architecture, so they were making a contract when all this happened. He was hiring her for a new project." More guilt flooded through him. He should have said no to lunch, he should have just spent the time with his sister. Alex just had to impress his boss, a boss he wasn't even working for anymore. "Do you think we should wait at my place for her?"

"No way. We're taking you away from there, there's no way you can stick around. They'll be looking for you." Dean firmly said.

"I'm sorry, but I can't sit by and do nothing. Once Charlie is looked at I'm going to do whatever it is I can to help."

"No. You need to hide, uh..."

He frowned, "Alex, and I'm not going anywhere."

Sam once again cleared his throat as he looked at his brother, "Dean, he can stay back at the cabin and help us from there." He turned back to Alex, "Okay? You'll be hidden but helping. Is that a good compromise?"

Alex wanted to object but there was little choice in the matter if he wanted to help at all. "Yeah, that works. Whatever I can do, I just want her back." He tilted his head back against the seat. There was no way he would simply sit by and do nothing, he couldn't easily rely on others let alone strangers. He'd give them what they needed to know and decide from there the situation. Alex wasn't an idiot, he wouldn't blindly rush into something he had no control over and knew nothing about. That didn't mean he wouldn't analyze the situation either and push himself to and even past his limits if it meant saving her. "Can you guys give me some background here?" He asked and proceeded to listen to their history and information.

I'll find you, Mary.

I'll find you, Alex.

She looked up at the ceiling, tied to a chair after having tried to escape previously. Her lip was cut from being backhanded by one of the Leviathan that put her there. Dick wasn't amused by her attempt, after witnessing him cannibalize one of his own she panicked. The moment the door open she had been out of the room, managed to dodge a few Leviathan being rather scrawny herself. Skipped down a few levels and became trapped in a room, so she figured she'd break a window and try and get down as safely as possible. There was no way she could jump and survive, the curtains would have provided enough distance down that she could just drop without much damage. Mary could live getting away on a broken ankle if necessary, she had broken bones before.

They broke down the door before she could get out of the room and Dick stared at her in silence for a minute, his mouth formed into a tight frown. His eyes gave nothing away as she stared back with her own reddened ones. She watched his upper lip curl to show his white teeth, as the frown formed a forced smile. As if he had just gone over in his head the amount of frustration she would be providing him. Maybe he was reconsidering letting her live just a little bit, and for some reason she felt a little victorious on the inside just looking at him. Confronted with danger, despite realizing her vulnerability, she still wouldn't be so easily break.

He assigned a Leviathan to lock her in a room and so this Leviathan did just that. The moment the door shut on them and he turned around she had nailed him with the chair. It didn't do anything, despite catching him off guard. He stumbled into the door and straightened back up. It was because she began trying to break things on his body that he tied her to the chair, backhanded her to calm down. And so this is where she was at.

Apparently her new boss was off plotting his next move (which he had been doing for maybe two hours now?), or so that's what she imagined him to be doing. Putting what pieces she has together she figured someone in his position was probably a villain to the human race. Briefly she scolded herself about all the movies she watched, which was followed by musing about whether or not some of them would be useful. Never saw a movie with a Leviathan, though.

The Leviathan temporarily assigned to her stood beside the door, his arms folded as he scowled at her. He looked completely unimpressed and she returned the look in full. Fear never stopped racing through her veins but she was being kept alive right now, she'd damn well take advantage of it. As a representative of the human race, she'd make them regret every choice they made. Humans were notable for being a pain in the ass.

The door opened to a surprised Dick, his eyebrows lifted as he looked over her condition. Immediately her face fell upon seeing him. He looked to his little minion before an amused grin broke out, "Has she been giving you that much trouble? She's just a human, not a very strong one at that. Definitely not an exception to her species." His eyes were trained on her again, poking her with insults to get a reaction.

"Tell me something I don't know." Mary nearly snorted, she already established the fact she was born with some missing components. This wasn't news to her.

"You can leave, close the door on your way out." Dick said to the other Leviathan, an offhanded farewell as he moved to the front of the desk and leaned back against it. The door clicked shut, leaving the two of them in silence once more. His eyes traveled over her, examining her current condition before returning to her face. "That was quite the stunt you pulled earlier, really caught me off guard."

"Why's that?"

It was as if she took the bait, a mocking smile of teeth formed as he folded his hands in front of him. "Considering how terrified you looked before. I'd say you're a good actress, but we both know that wasn't acting." Her eyes looked to the side. Why shouldn't she be terrified? Exposed to something completely out of her element. "Here you are, the little morbid artist you are. Always cooped up painting monsters and when confronted with a real one you cry."

"Don't flatter yourself. It wasn't you, it was what you did. The situation. It's an unexpected one, don't take all the credit." Mary bit back, glad to see the quiver in her voice was at a minimal.

"So you are not afraid of me, then?" Dick asked, she glanced at him only to see his expression said he wasn't buying it.

She clenched her jaw briefly before it relaxed, "Of course I'm afraid, only an idiot wouldn't be. You're uncharted territory, what am I supposed to do with that other than learn?" His eyebrows raised once more, lips pressing together as one side of his lips quirked upwards. He nodded along to her words, thinking them over. She didn't want to continue on this topic, however. There was something else on her mind. "Did they escape?"

Dick looked down at her, "Yes, for now." He rubbed his hands together, clapping once before he pushed off the desk and walked over to her. "Looks like they abandoned you."

That jab didn't feel like one, all she heard in it was pleasant news. Relief flooded her system. "Good."

"You're a peculiar one, Mary." He commented as he began untying her from behind. "Good news is we can make a stop before I take you to your new home."

"If you think I'll ever call that place home you're stupid." Mary sneered, pulling her arms to her chest once free of her restraints.

Dick stepped around in front of her and offered a hand to help her up, she refused it and stood on her own. Passing by him to gain some distance and he didn't stop her. "We have a project to run together, Mary. Let's try and be civil."

"Civil? You call trying to kill Charlie civil?!" She refrained from exploding and settled with a glare. "My brother was there, would you have killed him too if those other guys hadn't shown up?"

"The Winchesters?"

Mary noted he wasn't answering her questions and doubted he would really. So, second best thing to do is see who those two guys are. "Is that who they are?"

"Yes. They're monster hunters."

She smirked slightly, "Are they any good?"

"Not good enough." Dick replied, catching what she was aiming at. "It will be a miracle if your brother isn't killed in their care."

"You saying I should pray?" Mary asked sarcastically.

He chuckled, "It wouldn't do you any good. God hasn't been around for a while."

"You're saying God is real?" She questioned, somewhat disbelievingly. Now, Mary is no atheist nor is she a devoted religious believer. She figured if something is out there, okay, if not that's just as okay. She's an open minded to both because both interest her.

Dick, however, wasn't amused by her question. His eyes fell flat while his mouth formed a straight line. "He is. How else was Purgatory made and us imprisoned within it?"

"Why..." She looked at him, trying to be careful now as a menacing glint took over his gaze. It looked as if the color in his eyes had drained and changed to black. "Why were you imprisoned?"

There was no explaining the seriousness that came over him, there was always a seriousness to him but it was balanced by a sharp wit. This seemed to be a sore spot if anything, it wasn't something that appealed to him to talk about. "Because God feared what we would do to his new ideas."

"...Us?"

His eyes narrowed as something came to mind, what it was she didn't know. "No, the Angels. We were the first. He experimented and then decided he actually wanted pawns he could play with. Out of fear he imprisoned us and went on to create the Angels, his first children. He made humans once they were established, jealousy grew, Lucifer fell... The rest is simply history."

"Just how old are you?" Mary asked, her brain trying to quiet the new information that all these things were real.

The seriousness seemed to drain as he put on a smile, the menacing glint turning into an amused one. "That's rude to ask a monster, you know."

The tension died down slightly, for that she was grateful for. "I never expected a monster to be so sassy."

Dick tilted back his head as a laugh escaped him. Shoving a hand into his pocket he made his way over to the door and opened it, "Let's go. We have to get you established back at my place."

If there was one thing she disliked it was being controlled. She'd tolerate it here, she'd follow him out of the room and down the halls to the car. Mary would humor him to the best of her ability when he made jabs at her and mocked her humanity. Because despite disliking being controlled and listening to his crap, what she really was uncomfortable with was how much tension could be formed in the absence of sound.

Hello Lara19, thank you that was kind to say. I'll keep tossing out chapters and get this thing finished. So here's another chapter for ya and to anyone else reading this stuff. I was musing over doing something Valentine's Day-related as a oneshot but got lazy. Maybe later, for now there's this short chapter! I am seriously falling asleep thanks to medicine because I feel gross. Hopefully I managed to erase the errors here. Edit it later. ~_~