I cannot wait for the new episode, the one where some guy touches Dean and he ends up in the hospital.. It looks so good and like it might have a lot of Wincest implications. I don't write Wincest very well but I like to read it, so I hope there are quite a few new stories soon.

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Soon Dean and Sam realized why Sasha had run off so quickly. Mallory appeared almost seconds after she was out of sight. The girl that looked so much like Sasha narrowed her eyes in irritation.

"I see that my beloved sister has returned… Then run off again like a coward before I arrived." Mallory rolled her eyes dramatically with a touch of distain as her face seemed to twist with anger and power. The air around her fogged, dimming the already darkening the woods even further. Dean raised the gun and shot at her fading shadow, but he knew he didn't hit her.

"Damn!" Sam and Dean moved closer together watching the rising fog while they watched each other's backs.

"I know she is around here somewhere…" The coaxing voice echoed around them, Mallory's voice seeming to come from everywhere at once. "I can feel her nearby. But I must take care of you before I can take care of her."

Suddenly, Sam felt as if he had been hit with a car. With the breath knocked out of him he didn't have a chance to grunt in warning as he cached into Dean, knocking them both to the ground. Sam rolled off his older brother, wheezing in the dirt as he tried to catch his breath, Dean leaping to his feet as soon as Sam was not on top of him.

Dean held one hand out in front of him with the gun aimed just beyond his spread fingers. The fog was so thick that he couldn't see past his hand and was using it to try and find Mallory. Then without warning the fog vanished, as if it had never been there. Within the space of a blink it was gone without a trace. Dean spun, shocked when he saw Mallory straddling Sam's back as she used part of the rope to choke him.

Without hesitation her took aim and fired. A screech ripped through the air and Mallory jumped off of Sam and whirled towards Dean. He recoiled in horror, the grip on the gun loosening in shock. Mallory didn't look like Sasha anymore. Her hair that had looked exactly the same as Sahsa's now hung in greasy strands around her face, longer than before and ragged on the edges. Her eyes were sunken and dark, her skin shriveled over her face and streaked with dirt and grim. Her clothing, that had only looked slightly dirty, had rips and blood stains, most of it coming apart at the seams.

She bared her lips at him in a sneer, showing yellow teeth. She rushed him as if he couldn't see her, then when he shot again hitting her in the leg because his aim was off due to his shock at how she looked. But Mallory noticed and stopped before she got to him. Her eyes widened as she realized that he could see her.

As Sam stood up behind her, his gun trained on her but still gasping for breath. Both he and Dean watched as the scene before him flickered, going from the clear air and the real Mallory to the foggy and impossible to see perfect Mallory. It was like a scene out of a movie, how everything switched back and forth slowly at first, then rapidly flashing between the two images. Finally there seemed to be a compromise. Mallory and a 'bubble' of fog that extended a foot around and above her body, but everything else was clear. It was easy for both Sam and Dean to follow her.

"Thank you Sasha…" Sam grinned, his voice hoarse but alright, and Dean nodded with a smaller smile. A hiss came from the fog, along with Mallory's voice, sounding tired.

"I should have known…" Then a low laugh her tone turning humorous. "Oh, my little sister is fighting back. How amusing. That should make her easier to kill." Then in a lower voice she added, "and if I have to kill myself to get to her, then so be it."

Dean's eyes widened but Sam hadn't heard the last bit. The ground began to shake, the fog expanding and trees ripping out of the ground and tipping over at the roots. The fog began to streak away from the bubble but a few streaks were pushed back then a few more were pushed back to the bubble, but at the same time more tendrils of fog were moving out of the bubble, trying to expand.

Then the trees began to crackle and split apart smoke rising before they caught on fire. Dean aimed for the area where her head should be, and squeezed the trigger. A shot echoed and the fog vanished. Mallory's body dropped to the ground as the trees stopped pulling out of the ground and the fires went out.

Sam checked to make sure that she was dead, two bullets in her body and one in her head would seem to kill her, but Sam and Dean had to be sure. Then, when Sam nodded, assuring Dean that she was dead, they both put their guns away. Sam began to get the things they would need in order to burn the body, and Dean started off in the direction that Sasha had gone in. "Sam, I'm going to check on Sasha… Be back in a minute." Sam nodded, already piling the sticks and dry leaves on top of Mallory's body.

Meanwhile Dean walked until he found Sasha. Kneeling next to her, he brushed her bangs off her forehead, and for a minute he panicked. She was pale even her lips were pale and beads of perspiration dotted her face. Catching the sides of her face in his hands he tilted her face up, just at the barrel of the shot gun nudged against his ribs. Dean looked down and easily took the gun from her weak grip, when he looked up again her eyes were halfway open and she had a barely-there smile.

Dean leaned forward to kiss her face gently. "Hey babe… You okay?" Sasha's eyes closed again, for just a moment, then opening them again she gave a small nod, then a small weak shake of her head. Dean looked her over and understood. She looked like she felt terrible, but at the same time she wasn't hurt.

"Okay…"Dean paused a moment and he picked up her arms wrapping them around his neck as he leaned over her. "Hold on Baby-girl, I'm going to pick you up." Sasha didn't say anything in protest so, so Dean carefully leaned back and stood; one arm around her and the other hand holding the gun. When he had them both standing, Sasha limply clinging to him, he set the gun against a tree where he could pick it up while he was standing. Then using both his hands, he was able to get Sasha's legs wrapped around him so he could carry her. Hoisting her he picked up the shot gun and headed back to Sam.

The pile was burning when Dean got back to Sam. As he was setting Sasha down on one of the fallen trees, Sam walked over. "How's she doing?"

"She'll be alright I think…"

"Good. She looks like she's been wrung out." Sam handed Dean a watter bottle out of one of the packs, and Dean took it without looking at him. "Thanks."

Tilting her head back, Dean carefully dribbled water into her mouth and she opened her eyes. She swallowed obediently, and when she turned her face away indicating she was done, Dean wet the edge of a bandana and wiped her face. "At least she looks better than she did when I found her…" Sam nodded and began to clean up.

Within an hour they were on their way back down the mountain to the car. Sam was carrying two of the packs while Dean was carrying Sasha and the smaller backpack.