AKHHH! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm soooooooooo sorry. I knew I needed to do an update, but I had some writer's block and the damn holidays screw with me. See, usually I have an hour or two inbetween my classes, and when I'm done with my homework, I work on my stories. So I get more done when school is in. Luckily school will be back in a week, so I should be getting chapters out more frequently. Bows down in profuse apology to the readers. I hate it when an author doesn't update in a while and I am so sorry for being like that.

Reveiwers: ambiguous101, HeavenlyKitten, SupernaturalGurl, and SINNderella.

Sorry I couldn't give separate reviews to everyone but I wanted to get this chapter to you all as fast as possible once I finished it.

OMG: did everyone love the new season? That scarecrow episode was almost as good as Asylum. I won't give spoilers though, so fear not.

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"Dean… Next time you think we should 'hear someone out', remind yourself of this moment." Sam spoke from between his ground teeth, his back to the tree he was tied to. Both he and Dean were bound to trees, standing and facing a small clearing. They were not very close, but they were within a few yards of each other. Sasha had been the smart one. As soon as she realized that they wouldn't listen to her about Mallory, she had left them to their fate.

"I refuse to stay here and watch you make fools of yourselves and get all of us killed, so you're on your own."

And she had left, without even listening to Dean or Sam's arguments, and not even looking at her sister. At first both Sam and Dean had had been shocked, Dean slightly hurt that she had completely ignored anything he had to say… then they had just felt stupid. Right after she left, the moment Dean turned his back on the girl, Mallory knocked him unconscious with the stick she had been leaning on as a crutch. After hitting Dean across the back of the head the 'delicate' girl that had needed help to stand, had made a back swing across Sam's face. Now, here they were, about 2 hours later from what they could tell.

Dean grumbled. "Yeah yeah… Now how are we going to get out of here? My head is splitting like a cord of firewood." Then he glanced over at Sam with a wry grin. "At least I'm still the good looking one." Sam scowled, and then winced from the pain of the scratches on his face.

As for Mallory… They had no idea what she was doing. They couldn't see her, but they could hear her in the distance, which was why they were speaking quietly. There was a soft sound behind Dean and he tensed. When nothing happened he tried to strain his neck to see behind himself and the tree, but he had to give up after a moment. In a low rough whisper he hissed at Sam. "Sammy… If something was sneaking up behind me to eat me… You know something like a bear… You would tell me right?"

Sam had been looking into the distance as he wiggled his hands around in the ropes, but at Dean's question he turned his head. And he grinned.

When Dean heard a soft laugh behind him, he slumped against the tree. With a sigh he tried to glare at her, but since she was behind him it didn't work out too well. "Sasha. You little…"

"Hey hey, watch it you goon. I'm the one who is saving your grumpy ass." Sasha's hands settled on his wrists and began to cut away the ropes that were holding him as she spoke in a hushed whisper. Dean bit back his reply for a few reasons, one being that she really was saving them, and more importantly… she had a knife. Dean had found that she could be unpredictable, so if he made her mad she might 'accidentally' cut him a little while she was saving him.

She slipped a hand gun to him and Dean rubbed his wrists where the rope had turned his skin a bright red. Watching her as she cut Sam loose, Dean looked her over. She was dusty and the knees of her jeans were scuffed and had dirt stains showing that she had fallen. She had been running too judging by the dampness on her shirt. Apparently Sasha had run back to the car where they had kept most of the gear, and then run back. She had another gun tucked into her waistband for Sam.

"So what happened to that 'You're on your own' stuff?" Sam asked as she handed him the gun.

"Well, I figured you would die without me, so I had to come back. After all," She shrugged playfully despite the fact that she was still panting from her running. "What would I say to your father if you boys died?"

Dean scowled at the implication that she only cared about them because of their father, but Sam grinned, giving Sasha a hug with one arm. Dean frowned harder, quickly breaking them up. "Is this all you brought? 2 guns and a knife?" His tone showed that he was provoking her on purpose. Pulling her out from under Sam's arm, he was about to launch into what she should have brought.

"No Dean… That is not ALL I brought…" Muttering under her breath she pulled out of his grasp calling him an asshole under her breath. "The rest is in that freaky duffle bag you had in the back of your car. Over there." She pointed to where the bag was tucked under a bush behind where Dean and Sam had been tied. Dean deflated slightly.

Sasha grabbed the front of his shirt and jerked him down so that they were face to face. "Has anyone ever told you that you are an ungrateful ass?" Before Dean could respond to that, she kissed him quick and hard. Right in front of Sam. Before Dean could puff up with smug pride, she pulled away and shoved him back.

"I gotta go, you guys should be able to handle this now, right? I have to take out Mallory's powers and I will be wiped out. I won't be able to save you again."

"Yeah we'll be alright. Thanks." Sam stood next to Dean looking towards where Mallory had been. "Where will you be?"

Sasha sighed and looked around a moment before pointing. "About a 2 minute sprint that way… Be careful guys." Then with a hug for both of them and kiss to Dean's cheek, she took off, snatching a shotgun out of the duffle before waving.

"What the hell was that! Is something going on with you and Sasha?" Sam turned on Dean as soon as she was out of sight.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Caught that did you? What gave it away, the kissing?"

"Sasha's right… you are an ass."