"So I guess this is goodbye," Sister Sarah said to Mary after hugging Mary, "call, anytime you need anything."

Mary gave her a small smile, "Will do. Thanks, Sister."

"Mary Josephine," the priest who had come to love Mary like his own daughter began, "I have a gift for you," he pulled a bible out from behind his back, "promise me you won't lose your faith? You were always one of the best students in Sunday school." Sam and Dean exchanged a questioning glance.

"No worries," Mary said, taking the book from him, "thank you so much." The two embraced in a hug. The other foster children came running out the door to see Mary, each with homemade cards in their hands. As they stood in the church parking lot they exchanged final goodbyes, while Sam and Dean hung back by the two vintage cars. When Mary finally finished with her farewells, she turned and approached her brothers.

When Mary was finally close enough to hear Sam and Dean, Dean insisted, "you'll ride with me, and Sam will follow behind in your car." Mary ignored his order and went to the passenger side of her car. She wanted to stay as far away from Dean as she could. If it wasn't for him, she would not have had to say goodbye to the place she had called home for nearly a decade. Making the several hour car ride to the Winchester's bunker sitting next to Dean was the last thing Mary wanted to do.

"Is she ever not pissed off?" Dean muttered.

"Give her time, Dean," Sam warned, "don't forget, you're the one who made her think you wanted nothing to do with her."

"Yeah, and then I told her foster parents that I wanted her to come live with us," he tried defending himself.

Sam rolled his eyes, "yeah, taking her away from the people she literally ran into a burning building for."

"You'd think this is what she'd want, considering the way she abruptly announced to us that she's our sister," Dean responded as he walked to the driver's side door of his impala.

Sam thought about his brother's words, but decided to shake them off, "whatever. I'll see you back at the bunker."

"Yeah, see you then."

As Dean started up the impala, Sam approached Mary's car and mentally prepared himself for what would likely be a mentally exhausting car ride. He was prepared for one of two things. He'd either face a dead silent car ride, filled with awkward looks and nonverbal communication, or he'd deal with one seriously pissed off teenage girl, ready to let loose on her oldest brother.

"Ready to go?" he asked after situating himself in the driver's seat. He looked at Mary, who was sitting with her knees against her chest and looking out the window. She acted as if she hadn't heard him, "earth to Mary," he waved a hand in front of her face.

"Yeah, sorry," she jolted back to attention. She blinked a few times to bring focus back to her eyes and looked at her brother. He raised his eyebrows at her, questioning why she'd spaced out, "sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night."

Sam cleared his throat as he started the engine. "Something the matter?" he asked.

Mary let out a low chuckle, indicating to Sam that though she was distracted, she was in generally good spirits, "got a demon coming after me, a brother that hates me, and no idea where the hell you're taking me."

"Dean and I live in an underground bunker," Sam began, "it was once home to the Men of Letters."

"Men of Letters?" she interrupted him.

"Yeah, it's like a secret society. They don't exist anymore but it turns out my gra- well, our grandfather was a part of them. Dad didn't know anything about it," he began explaining to Mary where they were going and why they lived there. The car ride was surprisingly comfortable for Sam, who spent most of it catching Mary up on everything that had happened to Sam and Dean in recent years.

After running out of stories with happy endings to tell Mary, she brought up the thing that hung over both of their heads. "Where's dad?"

"Dad is…" Sam's voice trailed off as he focused on the road.

"Dad's dead, isn't he," Mary finished for him, looking away from Sam and out her side window.

"Yeah," he confirmed.

Mary took a breath. The news shouldn't have surprised her. She always knew the odds were that he had died a long time ago.

"And Adam?" she asked.

"Adam too," he sighed.

The car fell silent again.

"So it's just us then?" she asked, "You, me, and Dean?"

"As far as we know," Sam nodded.

The rest of the car ride stayed silent. Mary watched as trees and hills flew by her window as they sped down the highway. She wasn't necessarily sad, but rather taking in all of the new information she had learned about what was about to become her new life.

"Let's just drive straight through," she suggested, "if that's okay with you. I'd rather just get there."

Sam looked over at his sister, locking eyes with her before looking back at the road, "works for me."

The silence resumed as the ride continued. As the sky began to darken, Mary felt her eyes growing heavy. She leaned her head against the cool window, and felt the way the car drove across the bumpy highway.

"Sam?" she said as her eyes began to fall closed.

"Hm?"

"Thanks," she said with a yawn before falling asleep. He looked over at her and smiled, glad that she could at least be at peace when she slept.

~ So I randomly found this again. I completely forgot I was writing it back in high school. I figured I'd post another chapter and see if there's still any interest in it. If there is, let me know. I can keep writing it from where it's at and see where it goes. I read through my previously posted chapters and noticed a myriad of typos and in general, it was pretty crummy writing. I can't promise it'll be any better now, but hell, it'd be fun to do this summer. ~