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The next morning, Mara made herself comfortable on one of Serena's couches with her laptop and some books while Serena prepared for work.

"I hate you. You know that right?" Mara muttered with a scowl and a stifled yawn.

"You'll love me when you see what I have for you, you miser," Serena replied with a laugh. Mara was definitely not a morning person. It was a wonder she was even speaking at this point and not simply grunting like a caveman.

"Oh yeah? It had better be damn good considering you woke me up after only three puny hours of sleep," Mara replied as she turned on her laptop and connected to the wireless network Serena had set up.

"Well have a look then," Serena said as she walked into the room carrying two cans of cold soda and a few bars of dark chocolate. Seeing Mara's eyes light up, Serena couldn't help but laugh. She knew the dropkick of soda and chocolate would, not only wake her cousin up, but keep her wired for hours. Thankfully Serena would be at work and wouldn't have to deal with a jumpy Mara, at least not until she got home.

"I LOVE YOU LANEY!! You know me so well!! You're an angel!!!" Mara exclaimed theatrically as she gulped down one soda can right there on the spot and tore into a chocolate bar right after.

Serena put her hand on her hip and pointed a finger at her cousin, "Yeah...you just remember that while I'm at work you get to sit here all comfortable on the couch all day!" Mara had the good sense to look shameful and sheepishly tried to offer her cousin the other chocolate bar, to which Serena only laughed and waved the offer down. She had her cup of coffee in hand and was as ready for the day as she was going to get, in her opinion.

"Yunno....I was thinking," Mara started with a mouthful of chocolate, "that I'll put in a call to Raven and see if she, or anyone she knows, has heard of two guys matching the hot boys from yesterday. And I can get her opinion on what this thing could be."

Serena took a sip of her coffee and nodded. "Yeah, that's probably the best way to go. If you can figure out what this thing is before you call her then maybe she can help figure out a way to get rid of it too."

Mara nodded, chugged some more of her soda and sighed happily. "Well...I feel more human now and less like a zombie. I've already got an idea on what this thing is...but before I jump the gun, I'm going to do a little more research. Not to mention you and I are probably the only ones up at this ungodly hour of the morning."

Serena laughed and said, "You big baby! It's only seven in the morning! And on that note, I should probably get going. Thankfully, it's a short day, so I should be back by around three this afternoon." She looked back down at her cousin, and saw that Mara was already absorbed in her research. She waved a hand at her to catch her attention.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Three this afternoon. Got it. I'll just wait till then to let you know what Raven says instead of calling you at work," Mara replied. Serena nodded and then headed out the door to work.

Mara researched until she thought her head would explode from reading off a computer screen. She got up and stretched out her back, realizing with a bit of shock, that it was almost one in the afternoon. She shook her head at herself and then went to get more soda as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Raven's personal number. Thankfully, Raven answered on the third ring.

"Hey kiddo...I was wondering when you were gonna call today," Raven stated in her matter of fact tone.

"Do what? How'd you...? Yunno what? Never mind. I don't even wanna know how you knew I'd be calling today," Mara laughed into the phone as she paced the kitchen.

Raven laughed as well and said, "So what did you need to talk about? Sounds like something's churning in your overactive brain."

Mara smiled. "Yeah....two things mainly....I need to know if you've ever seen or heard of two other hunters. I have their descriptions."

"You know hunters are typically solitary people, Mara," Raven said, "But sure...what have ya got?"

Mara sighed, thinking about the two men she and Serena had shamelessly flirted with for hours the night before. "Well...one is about six foot one, cropped light brown hair, rugged type...you know the ones...beat up leather jacket, comfortable shirts and slightly ripped up jeans with boots. The second is gigantor. Just huge. Has to be at least six foot six, shaggy dark brown hair right below his ears, a little preppier looking than the other. Yunno I can almost hear you nodding Raven. You are aren't you?? You're nodding and giving me one of those looks. I know you are...admit it!" Mara ended with a laugh.

Raven laughed outright again at Mara's declaration. "Yes, in fact I am. I know you too though Mara. You flirted with them didn't you? As much as you're hurting right now, I know you still have it in you to appreciate the opposite sex."

At the small mention of her recent past, Mara winced and rubbed her face with one hand. "Yeah...well...I can't just roll over and die now can I? So have you ever heard of two guys who sound like that?"

Raven was silent for a moment before answering. "Yunno...I'm not sure...I have to check with some friends I know first but I'll definitely get back to you later on today or tomorrow at the latest on that one. What was the second thing you wanted to talk to me about, honey?"

"The second...? Huh? OH. Right. Second thing is...well...what do you know about succubi and incubi?" Mara asked with disdain. She had hoped it would be something as simple as a vengeful ghost or even a poltergeist. Sexual predators were so much harder to deal with, and the thought of how they attacked their prey made her skin crawl.

"Now why would you want to know about them? What have you gotten yourself into Mara MacKeltar?!" Raven exclaimed into the phone, making Mara wince.

"It's not me! I didn't do it I swear! Laney called me the other night frantic about stuff that's going on here in Savannah." Raven remained silent as Mara explained all that she had found through her research and the copies of some files that Serena had brought from the office the day before. "You see...I was hoping it'd be something easy to deal with like a ghost or...hell even a poltergeist...I HATE these things. The thought of what they do...ugh...it pisses me off on a new level. I need to know how to fight it and dust it. I want this thing gone," Mara ended, her eyes blazing.

"Well...all I know is that it's probably one creature. They can take the form of either a male or a female...but what they're called depends upon which sexual form they're in. I'll have to get back to you on how to kill it, but I'm fairly sure I have some books here that I can look through. I'll ask the friends I call about your mystery boys as well just to be sure," Raven said with calm authority, knowing that Mara was working herself up. Mara was almost an apprentice in many ways, and Raven had begun to think of her and Serena as well, as younger sisters. Raven had come to love them both dearly and didn't want to see them hurt in any way, shape or form.

"Thanks Raven. I'll owe you one for this if you can pull some answers out of your ass," Mara replied in a frank tone, trying to calm herself down.

"You've had chocolate today haven't you?" Raven asked out of the blue, and Mara could tell that she was grinning as she said it.

Mara sighed into the phone, "Yes...Laney bribed me with it this morning. Seeing as how she woke me up at seven in the freaking morning...I think I earned it. But that reminds me...I should tell you what all happened yesterday while I've got you on the phone...I told you about the office incident with the so called 'agents', but I didn't tell you about the bar last night." Mara the regaled Raven with the story of her and Laney's fun time at the bar the night before, which had Raven laughing so hard her cheeks were aching.

"Well!! That was fun!! I'm so glad you two have each other! You definitely know how to cheer each other up!!" Raven sighed as she tried to calm down from all the laughter. "Now let me go make some calls and I'll definitely call you back this evening or tomorrow and let you know what I find out, ok?"

"Alrighty, that sounds awesome. I can't thank you enough for doing this for me Raven. You're the best you know that?" Mara smiled into the phone again, laying on the charm as best she could, knowing Raven would see right through it.

"Yeah I know. And you know that shameless charm doesn't usually work on me, kiddo," Raven laughed.

"I can always try, now can't I?" Mara laughed as well. "Alright...well I'll talk to you this evening hopefully?"

"You surely will....try and relax and come down off that sugar high ok? And I'll talk to you later," Raven replied.

As she hung up the phone, she looked at the clock again. Seeing that it was nearing two in the afternoon, and she hadn't changed out of her pajamas yet, Mara decided to take a long shower, get dressed and wait for Serena to get home from work so she could relay what Raven had said and they could plan their next move.

Across town, someone else was longing for a nice, long shower.

"Geez Sam. I know the suits have a purpose and all, but don't you think we coulda skipped out on them just this once? I feel like I've just climbed out of freakin' pool or something," Dean whined, loosening up the tie he had on.

"Come on Dean, we couldn't have just walked in there in what we normally wear. They wouldn't have given us anything. Besides, we lucked out on Dr. Jones giving us copies of the kid's complete file, so it was worth it," Sam pointed out as they climbed out of the Impala outside their motel room.

"Well, at least we got something. Hell of a lot more than we got outta that doctor yesterday. But damn," Dean said, grinning as he unlocked the door, "it sure was fun trying." As he entered the cool room, he sighed in relief and tossed his keys on the table beside the door. "I call dibs on the shower," he said, deftly removing both his tie and jacket in one motion.

"Go ahead," Sam called out as he removed his tie as well and plopped down in a chair. "I'm going to go back through all the stuff we got from that doctor today and see if I can make some head way into what we're up against."

Sam's only answer was the sound of running water followed closely by Dean's own rendition of "Sweet Child of Mine". He chuckled at his brother's overly loud singing and leaned back to sift through the folder of papers they had been able to compile since arriving in Savannah. Frowning, he switched on his computer and began browsing a few of the websites he had come to trust when it came to lore on the supernatural.

He was still crouched over the computer, papers strewn all around him when Dean emerged from the bathroom about twenty minutes later.

"Find out anything?" Dean asked while scrubbing at his hair with a towel.

"No, not really," Sam answered with a huff. "I've got it narrowed down some but there are still about five or six things it could be. There's gotta be something else that we're missing."

"Okay so, let's go back over what we do have," Dean said sitting down in a chair across from his brother. "We know that ten people have bit it in the past couple of months. All of 'em had kids."

"Yeah, and seven of those kids were put into therapy soon after one of their parents died," Sam continued. "You heard what Dr. Jones said earlier today when we talked to him. The kid he's seeing is definitely scared of something," Sam said, referring to the visit they had made that morning.

"Poor kid," Dean said, remembering what the doctor had told them. "It certainly sounds like he saw something."

"Matthew Gilden, age seven," Sam read off one of the papers that detailed the sessions Dr. Jones had with Matthew and his father. "His mother Sandra apparently dropped dead three weeks ago. Dr. Jones said that after counseling sessions with Matthew and his father, it became apparent that whatever the problem was started a while before the mom died. Matthew started staying away from his mom a few weeks before she passed. He refused to go anywhere with her and according to the dad, kept insisting she wasn't really his mom. Mr. Gilden said it really upset his wife and they were considering professional help anyway, but then…"

"Mommy dearest bit it," Dean finished, crossing his arms. "Does it say in there what the dad thought? Had he noticed anything wrong with his wife?"

"No," Sam replied, shifting through the files. "It says in the reports that Mr. Gilden repeatedly assured the doctor that nothing was in fact wrong with his wife. He says she was acting completely normal-that it was all something Matthew was making up."

"All right, so the kid was seeing stuff no one else was," Dean thought out loud. "Any siblings that might have seen something too?"

Sam quickly flipped through a few pages before answering, "No. Matthew was an only child. Mr. Gilden said his wife had some fertility issues so Matthew was a surprise on his own. He said that was just one reason they were taking this situation so hard."

"Okay so the doc said Matthew was paranoid; afraid of his mother for no logical reason. Does it say in there exactly what he saw?" Dean leaned forward in his chair, resting his forearms on his thighs.

"Apparently, Matthew told Dr. Jones that on top of his mom acting weird, he saw her come back home several times wearing something different than what she left in."

"That's not so weird."

"It is when she would come back after only a couple of minutes and she hadn't taken any other clothes with her."

"Yeah," Dean shook his head. "That's weird."

"On top of that," Sam continued, "Matthew insisted she wasn't really his mother-just something else wearing his mom's face."

"Now that's just downright creepy," Dean insisted. "Especially coming from a kid."

"You're telling me," Sam agreed. "The dad said he didn't notice any of this and apparently no one else mentioned seeing anything either."

"So we've got a kid saying there was something running around pretending to be his mom and then a few weeks later she drops dead. Definitely something out there for us to get rid of. I wonder if the other kids have similar stories," Dean wondered.

"Well, one of the other kids is seeing a psychologist in another town. You heard what Dr. Jones said when I asked him about the others," Sam said.

"Yeah," Dean sighed. "He told us to go back to that Crate and Barrel asylum with Dr. Kick Your Ass and her Cousin of Doom. We got nothing out of her, well, except for a couple of extremely pleasant memories," he said, a smile glazing over his face.

"Don't forget she kicked your ass at pool. I'm not even going to mention what her cousin did to you," Sam winced.

"Hey! I was just off my game that night," Dean insisted. "Besides, I think…what was her name?...oh…Mara. I think she had it in for you big time Sammy," Dean grinned.

A shiver ran down Sam's spine as he remembered Mara's eyes boring into him at Dr. MacKeltar's office and again that night at the bar. He had seen those eyes somewhere before and it was unsettling him to a new level that he couldn't remember where or when. He shook his head, clearing his mind of everything but the case. "The big point is they are both in on something. You saw how they ruffled us up and tossed us out on our asses yesterday. They're hiding something Dean. They know something about what's going on here."

"I think you're right Sam," Dean said, nodding. "Something was fishy about 'em that's for sure. But damn," he whistled in appreciation, "what a pair."

"Well you can tell them that yourself because I think we need to go back over there and ask a few more questions. See if we can't trip them up and find out what's really going on," Sam decided.

"No complaints here," Dean agreed, as he snatched a few papers from the table and glanced over them. "So the next question is what are we going after and how are we gonna waste it?"

"Well that takes us back to our original problem," Sam admitted, turning to the computer. "Based on what we have, it could be a shape shifter, some kind of demonic possession, an incubus or succubus, or a couple of other things. What we really need to do is go to one of the houses."

"Hey…I think I've got just the thing for that," Dean announced, as his eyes caught something on one of the papers. "According to this file, Matthew wouldn't go anywhere near his house after his mom died. Mr. Gilden finally had to pack everything up and move. They went up to live in New Hampshire with Matthew's grandparents. This is from Matthew's last visit with Dr. Jones….three days ago." He handed the sheet to Sam.

Sam looked down at the sheet and then up at his brother. "So you think the house might still be empty?"

"That's exactly what I think," Dean said. "I vote we pay another visit to the hot doctor tomorrow and then we go by the Gilden's house and see what we can dig up."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Sam agreed. "And Dean…"

"Yeah Sammy."

"Don't lose any more of our money this time."

Late the next morning…

"We're here to speak with Dr. Serena MacKeltar," Sam said smoothly, pulling out his fake FBI badge for what felt like the twentieth time in the past few days.

The front receptionist eyed him for a moment before a look of recognition broke across her face. "Oh! You two were here on Wednesday! I hope nothing's gone wrong with your investigation!" she exclaimed.

"No ma'am," Dean spoke up. "It's going along just fine. That's why we're here. Some things have come to light that we'd like to get Dr. MacKeltar's professional opinion on."

"Well, I'm terribly sorry to tell you this but Dr. MacKeltar is out on personal leave for the next two weeks. She's visiting with some family but if I'm not mistaken, she was still planning on being in town mostly because she told us to give her a call if there were any emergencies with her patients. I know Dr. MacKeltar would be glad to help you out in any way she could. Such a nice young lady," the receptionist assured them with a motherly smile.

"Oh yes ma'am," Sam said slowly, dragging out his words. "She's been very…"

"Enlightening is the word I think my partner is searching for," Dean finished with a devilish grin. "Now is there any way we could get in contact with her. I'm afraid we need to speak with her as soon as possible."

"I was just about to say that I can give you her cell phone number! Now…let me just look it up for you," she said, typing away at the computer in front of her. "I know she'll see this as an exception. Ah yes…here it is." She scratched down some numbers on a business card and handed it to Sam.

He looked down to see a neatly embossed cream card with metallic blue lettering spelling out the center's name and just below it Dr. Serena MacKeltar along with her office and fax numbers. To the side the receptionist had scrawled out another number…and a smiley face.

"Thank you ma'am," he said, holding up the card. "We certainly do appreciate your help."

"Any time gentlemen!" she assured them. "Y'all have a good day!" She happily waved at them as they exited the building and made their way back to the car.

"Ya know, I like her," Dean decided as he unlocked the Impala. "I like this whole southern hospitality thing too. Everyone's just so darn….nice!"

"Well let's just see if it extends over to Dr. MacKeltar. I'm gonna go ahead and call her-see if I can talk her into meeting us somewhere. Maybe offer her another chance at schooling you in pool," Sam teased as he punched the numbers into his cell phone.

"Hey!" Dean eyed his brother as he cranked up the car. Sam put a finger up to his lips to stop him from any further complaints.

"Hello Dr. MacKeltar? This is Agent Sam Waters with the FBI. One of the center's receptionists was kind enough to give me your phone number," Sam said into the phone. He had gotten her voice mail. "My partner and I would like to get your professional opinion on some things that have come up-it's fairly urgent that we speak to you as soon as possible. If you could just give me a call back at this number I would certainly appreciate it." He rattled off his number and then flipped his phone shut. "Well, got the voice mail but hopefully we'll hear something back from her."

"And if we don't?" Dean wondered.

"Then we'll just have to track her down another way. She has to live around here somewhere. That shouldn't be hard to find." Sam stared out of the window as they rolled out of the parking lot. "I say we give her a little while to call back and if she doesn't then we go pay her a visit."

"In the mean time, we can go check out that house," Dean said, glancing over at his brother. "I wanna know what son of a bitch we're up against."

Serena's house, around the same time…

Serena looked across the island in her kitchen to her cousin, "So what do you think our next move should be? I told you I talked to Dr. Shumaker and Dr. Jones yesterday while I was at work. About the kids they're seeing. They said they've been hearing the same things from their patients that I have. This is big, Mara. Really big."

Mara took a sip of her coffee and nodded, "Yeah. It is. It's a lot bigger than I originally thought. But then again I should've known it would be big since all this hubbub had you calling me in the first place."

Serena smiled and got up to refill her cup from the pot on the counter. As she walked back to her seat, she noticed Mara was frowning and obviously concentrating on something. She waited patiently for a minute before she gave up and said, "Look, you need to tell me what's going on in that twisted little brain of yours."

Mara simply smiled and said, "Get dressed. Casual clothes. I have an idea."

"You sure this is the place Sammy?" Dean asked skeptically, looking over at the house across the street.

Sam glanced down at the sheet he was holding and then across to the house. "Yep," he affirmed. "That's the place. Someone must be looking at it though-there's a car in the driveway and the front door's open."

"Yeah genius, I can see that," Dean huffed. "How are we gonna scope out the place if June and Ward Cleaver are seeing if it's right for the Beav?"

"Well," Sam mused, "I think we should go park down the street, double back and check the outside first. See if whoever's in there will take off."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Dean agreed, cranking the Impala back up.

After they moved down the street a ways and back the car into an open spot in the ample foliage, the boys headed back to the house, armed to the teeth. They combed through the yard and even managed to sneak into the garage without being seen, only to find nothing.

"We've gotta get in that house," Sam sighed as he scanned an EMF reader along a garage wall yet again.

"Tell me about it," Dean grunted. "We're getting nothin' out here. House still not clear?"

Sam craned his neck to look out one of the side windows. "Nope. Car's still there. Let's just go in Dean. We're already here and it's not like we can't come up with a story."

"All right, but if some realtor starts talking about antiques to us, I'm leaving," Dean said, shaking the flashlight he was holding at Sam.

"Fine, fine. Let's just get back to the car, drive up, and pretend to be two normal brothers looking for a house for their aging grandparents or something," Sam suggested as they climbed back out the window they had entered through.

"Normal? Sam…I don't think I even know what that means," Dean laughed, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"I'll explain it to you in the car," Sam said grinning.

The Impala rumbled to the curb in front of the Gilden's old house a few minutes later, lurching to a stop as Dean hit the brake pedal a little too hard.

"Whoa…easy Dean. I don't want to be thrown into the house," Sam said, raising an eyebrow at his brother.

"It finally hit me!" Dean exclaimed, slapping the steering wheel. "I've seen that car before. Pretty sweet ride if ya ask me. I never forget a car…just like I never forget a pretty woman," he smirked.

"Okay, well where did you see it?" Sam pressed.

"Weeeellll….that's the problem. I remember seeing the car before, but I can't remember exactly where it was," Dean admitted sheepishly.

"Then why did you bring it up?" Sam huffed.

"Hey! I just call it like I see it," Dean muttered. "Let's just get in there and get this over with." He climbed out, slamming the door shut.

Sam sighed, and climbed out after Dean who was already halfway up the driveway.

"Looks like someone's home," Dean said gesturing to the still open front door. "Don't forget to wipe your feet."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Just go in."

As they walked through the front door, Sam called out, "Hello? We're here to view the house. Anyone home?"

They walked through the first floor, checking out the den, kitchen, and other rooms, only to find them empty as well. Sam walked back to the front door and looked out at the old muscle car that was still sitting in the exact spot it had been when they pulled up.

"Well, obviously someone's still here…somewhere. I guess we better move upstairs," Sam said with a slight frown as he looked back inside the house at Dean.

Dean shrugged. "Looks like Ozzy and Harriett decided to move back to the 50s. But yeah, let's move."

Sam only glared at him and told him to be quiet, pointing towards the stairs. It was then that Dean noticed the low murmur of voices coming from the second floor. He nodded to Sam as they pulled out their guns and began to slowly move towards the staircase. Staying close to the walls, they worked the hallway and each of the three bedrooms before coming to the master suite at the end.

"Why is it always the last door on the left?" Dean whispered, as they slowly moved around the corner and into the doorway as Sam glared at him to be quiet.

What they saw, however, had them sharing completely stunned looks. The two women they saw crouching down and looking at the carpet by the closet door couldn't be the same ones from the other night. They looked at each other and Sam motioned for Dean to put his gun away as he did the same. He cautiously moved towards the redhead as she stood up, putting his hand on her shoulder to catch her attention and was immediately pulled off balance as she grabbed his hand at shoved at his elbow, almost to the point of breaking his arm. She came at him, swinging her fist towards his face and he was forced to react and let his momentum carry him through, turning his arm so it wouldn't break, as he twisted her arm back and up at an awkward angle. She kicked out with a leg and caught him square in the chest, knocking him back five feet. As he was trying to catch his balance, he realized she was practically on top of him. She feinted a punch to his face and, as he pulled his arms up to block, he found himself falling backwards as she crouched and swept his feet out from under him with one strong kick of her leg.

When Serena looked over at Mara and saw the fight begin, she immediately pulled her gun that had been tucked into her jeans at the small of her back and leveled it, and a righteous glare, at the second man that had stepped into the room. "Hold it right there buddy. You make one move towards her and you'll be dead before your foot hits the floor to take that step."

Dean threw his hands out, showing her he didn't have a weapon out, saying "WHOA!! Now hold on a minute there! You know us...remember? From the other night? The bar...? Any of this ringing a bell in that pretty little head of yours, sweetheart?" He relaxed his position, putting down his hands, as Serena recognized him and slowly pulled her gun down, though she didn't put it away. At the same instant, they both asked each other, "What're you doing here?" Neither was able to answer because then they heard a crash loud enough to shake the room and they turned to see what was happening.

Sam was reacting purely on the defensive, trying to stop Mara's attack long enough for him to explain that they had met before and he didn't mean her any harm, but her offense was relentless. As he tried to get up, he found she was already behind him and pulling the arm he was bracing himself with across his throat in a choke hold. He let her pull his arm across his body and grabbed onto her arm with both of his, flipping her over his head and across the floor. They both got up, lightning quick, and he moved behind her, attempting to put her in a full nelson, just to contain her enough to explain. Unfortunately, she caught him off guard again by lifting her legs up, then yanking down and flipping him right over her head and onto his back, following up by straddling his chest and effectively pinning him by surprise alone. He wasn't down for long, however. Using his lower body, he shoved up and kicked her in the middle of her back with his knees, shoving her forward over his head. She turned on her back, and Sam got up just quickly enough to barely avoid the kick aimed at his head. He grabbed the foot that would've landed, flipping her onto her stomach. Mara used the momentum to turn, spiraling and using her other foot to aim another kick at his head.

Sam, finally getting frustrated with her attack, grappled with and finally caught hold of both of her feet. As he braced himself against her thrashing, she went still. Not fooled, however, Sam kept a tight hold on her feet. But when he leaned over to try and make her look at him, Mara used her abs to crunch up and head-butt him, forcing him off balance yet again. Mara used his falter to pull him all the way down and flip him onto his back straight over her head as they both fell to the floor, shaking the room a second time. And for the second time in ten minutes, he found himself being straddled on his chest by the redheaded woman. Sam pulled his arms up to block his face, once again preparing himself for the punches she was surely about to rain down on his face.

"MARA!! MARA MACKELTAR!!!" Serena yelled at full volume from just a few feet away, stopping Mara in her attack.

Sam pulled his arms cautiously away from his face, to see a very confused pair of green eyes staring down at him, with her fist still half raised to strike. He kept his arms half raised, just in case she decided to follow through.

"Sam? The guy from the bar the other night?" Mara asked, looking extremely confused, but only at who he was, not at the fact that they had just been having a knock-down-drag-out for the past ten minutes. She didn't even seem to notice that she was still straddling his torso, with her legs hooked tightly under his thighs. He could only nod at her, he was so stunned at the turn of events.

Mara moved off of him to sit with her back against the wall, "Ah. Well...Sorry about that. But you really shouldn't sneak up on anyone like that. You never know what kind of training they have. Or if they have a weapon on them that you can't see. You know...like this one?" She said as she pulled out her standard five inch blade she always kept hidden at her lower back. "You're lucky I'm all about fighting fair." Sam gave her a completely stupefied look and she laughed as she replaced her weapon.

"Well...now that the meet and greet and kick your ass is over...you wanna tell us what the hell you're doing here?" Dean asked, completely frustrated and of half a mind to start his own fight with Mara for attacking Sam blindly like that. Although he couldn't really blame her. Hell he'd done the same thing more than a few times in his life.

"I'd say we're looking at a house for Mara to move into, if she decides to move down to Savannah, Agent Gilmour," Serena replied, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her hip, as she gave him a freezing glare. During the standoff that followed, a distinct buzzing noise started up.

"Does anyone else hear that buzzing noise?" Sam asked when no one mentioned it.

"Huh?" Mara replied.

"Mara, it's your phone," Serena said, figuring out the source of the buzzing. Mara only gave her a blank stare. "Front pocket," Serena continued, pointing in the general direction of Mara's legs.

"OH. Shit." Mara pulled out her phone and opened it without even looking at the caller ID.

Serena moved closer to Mara, putting the two of them directly across from Sam and Dean as they all listened to Mara's side of the conversation.

"Hello? Hey! Yeah. Really? You're sure? Yeah, that's right. Yep. Alright. No, that's fine. You're awesome. I owe you, big time. Okay, talk to you tomorrow or soon or whatever. You too. Bye."

Mara looked up at Sam and Dean, giving them a cool once over as she closed her phone and put it back in her pocket. "Well if it isn't the infamous Winchester brothers."