A/N: Edited and Improved Plot, Beta'd twice. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own none of the CW characters but I do own my character in the story- Later to be known.

Chapter One:

Mara's POV:

I stumbled weakly through the dark alley, feeling the burn in my throat increase as I moved more towards a small road. I tried to stay away from people as much as I can…but I knew I would crack when I'm weak. I knew I'd lose control, but I had to try. I was weak, hungry, & very thirsty. My powers were decreasing…a lot.

I only made it to Minnesota, not even half way to Virginia. I don't know which town am I in. My phone died long time ago, 3 days ago I guess. I leaned against the corner, rounding around it to reveal the small dark street, lined with drunkers & smokers.

I swallowed with fear as I stared at them, but I ignored them and staggered forward, scanning for anyplace to hide from their boring stares. I noticed a small bar, which was only a few steps away from me. I pushed my legs forward, and leaned my weight against the door, forcing it open.

Inside were scarier looking people, but I had already gotten used to that. I just made my way to the bar and took a seat beside a young man, not real close though. I kept my head low, not daring to look at him.

"Waddya wanna drink, eh sweetheart?" I heard the bartender speak. I gulped and looked up at him. He was the perfect stereotype of an ugly bartender. I blinked and used what I had left of my power to compel him.

"I want free drinks." My tone was dead, cold…yet hoarse and weak.

"Aye, Yer getting' drinks on the house" He repeated automatically, and then turned away.

That was when I peeked at my neighbor. He was handsome…too handsome to be in a place like that, weird. His hair was chin length brown. Though in the dark, I could clearly see that his eyes were green..or hazel. He was lightly tanned, his face drawn into a perfect sculpt. He had his elbows propped on the counter as his head suddenly dropped between his hands.

Too full of selflessness, I tilted my head in concern and curiosity as I eyed this mysterious man. It seemed that I've been staring at him for hours; and still couldn't figure out the sadness in his expression. My mind couldn't make out any of his thoughts; it was all too complicated…

I shook my head and frowned. I can't be thinking like that. I looked forward and noticed a glass was set in front of me; I didn't hesitate in lifting it to my cracked lips and downing it at one gulp. My throat seared with the fiery liquid, but the thirst quieted a bit.

The bartender refilled my glass once, twice, thrice…and so on.

I laid my head on the counter and coughed, pushing away the glass. How many glasses had I drunk? 10? 14? I didn't know, but my head spun wildly. My throat ached for more but I was too weak to lift my head off the counter.

Suddenly, I felt two hands slide beneath me, lifting me upward. My head rolled back as my eyes shut tight. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, to see the face of my kidnapper. I was weak, very weak. I wasn't aware of anything around me. I could feel my body laid on something… a couch? It can't be…it was lined with leather. I heard a voice…a soft one. It was a bit gruff…a male perhaps? I couldn't make out whatever it was saying; it was muffled and too far away for me to comprehend.

Everything was silent. No one moved. I only heard two things; a heartbeat and breathing.

I was lifted again…the hands that lifted me were tender, gentle. My head was spinning with dizziness & incoherence. I couldn't make out if I were running or walking, no directions, no nothing; just numbness of everything, nothing to see, nothing to hear…except that heartbeat…that familiar heartbeat.

Again I was laid down on something, softer. This might be a couch, but how did I get to a couch? A hand slid tenderly at the back of my neck, lifting my head up and something touched my lips. I felt smooth cold liquid run down to aching throat. Water! Clean fresh water!

I gulped down painfully, my eyelids squeezing together with every gulp. My hand went up when the bottle started to move away from my lips, touched another hand, the hand that held the bottle. My skin tingled at the contact and my hand fell back.

My head was put down on a…pillow? I sighed contently & heard a soft sigh, then some shuffling, footsteps here & there. Something was spread over me, a blanket? I felt warm breath on my face…a moment of hesitation before another frustrated sigh. The person retreated, to another room I think. I couldn't will my eyes to open, not even for one peek. My mind shut off, slipping into deep lethargy and appreciation of a goodnight sleep.

Sam's POV:

I shut my bedroom's door slowly and moved to the couch in the small living room. Frowning, I sat down, leaning my elbows against my knees, thinking…I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have brought her. For many reasons, I shouldn't have brought her here.

But…I couldn't leave her there, not in that bar. The looks in the people's eyes, hungry disgusting looks, and she were so weak & vulnerable, barley lifting her hand to down her drink. I couldn't remove my gaze off her as she laid her head on the counter, coughing painfully. Leaving her there…was an impossibility.

I haven't seen her face clearly; she was always looking straight ahead, her hair a bit messy at either sides of her face, hiding her features. The one thing I noticed was blue, light peaceful blue. Her eyes, I guess.

When I lifted her to the car, I took in her appearance. Her lids shut as if she were sleeping, her skin fair, and her soft rather messy mahogany hair falling at her face. I tried to figure how come a she would end up in such a place. A runaway, perhaps?

I could still see the faint relief that was drawn on her face when she tasted the water. I was perplexed, bewildered at that. My mind was spinning with possibilities. That was when I felt a feathery touch on the back of my hand, and my eyes traveled to see hers touching mine were it tingled. I didn't know if she were aware enough…I didn't know if she felt it too.

The thing that drove me crazy, that made me squeeze my mind for an explanation was when I leaned close to her. Her face was somehow familiar, like I'd seen it before..but I couldn't place my finger on it.

I leaned back into the couch, covering my face. For that last hour, I had forgotten who I was, and whatever had happened to me lately I seemed to lose track of why I was here, in Minnesota. I forgot what happened in those last four months, those last miserable attempts of finding Lilith. Those trials on finding a way to bring Dean back…

My eyes stung when I remembered my brother's name. It was my fault after all. It was my fault and when he was being tortured in front of me I couldn't do anything. Now he was somewhere…being tortured, somewhere in hell. I pressed my hands over my face, grind my teeth together. I heard it…I didn't want to but I did; It was the EMF. It beeped noisily, but I hadn't noticed it till now. I glanced at where the remote-like device lay, at the farthest corner of the room. I had thrown it when I was raging.

I got up slowly and swiftly moved to it. I picked it up and moved it around, the signal got strongest when…

I looked up, blinked in disbelief.

The signal got strongest when it pointed to my room, where the girl lay asleep. How could she be? It can't be….

I could feel my nerves picking again, for I had lacked my control on them lately. I dropped the device to the ground and walked back to the couch stiffly. I lay down, putting a hand beneath my head and covering my eyes with my arm. My head swarmed with questions, but as it so suddenly flared to life when I saw the girl, it shut down. My lids dropped immediately, feeling suddenly tired. I couldn't keep my mind on any clear though as I drifted to sleep, nothingness swallowed me.

I could feel the heat of the sun on my face as the insides of my lids turned red. I fluttered my eyes slowly and strained my stiff neck. I sat up swiftly, rubbing the back of my neck. It was silent, except for the noisy detector that I ignored purposely. I glanced at the door of my room, which was still shut, just like I left it yesterday.

I got up and moved to the door swiftly, knocked on it lightly.

I didn't hear anything but some shuffling. Had I woken her? I stepped away from the door, frowning. What if she was still tired? I should've waited…I sighed.

The door knob turned and the door swung open, slowly though. She looked up at me and smiled wryly. I smiled back a bit wide. The small exchange lightened the mood. Both our mouths started to move at the same time.

"Thank –"

"Are you –"

We stopped, looked at each other.

"You shouldn't –"

"I hope that –"

We starred at each other again. But this time when we spoke, our voices spoke the words in sync.

"You start talking."

"No, what were you saying?"

Then she laughed shakily, more to hysteric. I tilted my head in amusement but soon enough, I started chuckling too.

I opened my mouth to talk, but her finger was raised in the air, held in a distance ahead of my face. I clamped my mouth shut and narrowed my eyes as she looked at me pointedly and started,

"Thank you bringing me here. I appreciate it. You shouldn't have done it, I must have burdened you. I should leave–"

But it was my turn to silence her; I placed my index finger against her lips tenderly. With my other hand, I grabbed her wrist gently and moved her hand away from my face.

"You didn't burden. You're welcomed to stay as long as you want. I was more than glad to help you,…Uh…" I tried to recall her name, she never mentioned it. I looked at her, and she frowned, her expression decisive.

"M-Maria…" She hesitated, and then nodded. "Yes, Maria" She half-smiled and looked down.

That name, I know I'd heard it somewhere before. I ignored that & simply smiled back at her, stretched a hand, "Nice to meet you, Maria. I'm Sam Winchester."

She nodded lightly, head still kept down, as she reached to shake my hand, "Nice to meet you, Sam Winchester." Then she sighed.

"Um, if you need the shower, it's over there." I pointed at the door across the room, trying to be helpful.

She smiled gratefully at me, "Thank you" and she went back to the room. I saw her kneel beside her backpack, which I set beside the bed last night. I moved to the kitchen quietly, and frowned. I was hungry, and she must be as well…

I stood in the kitchen, wondering what the hell would like to eat. I settled for same old coffee and muffins. I frowned to myself as I worked in the kitchen. It was hard not to think of her as a total stranger. It was hard not to act with her like we were some kind of old friends…nearly. But somehow, in someway...I knew she'd like muffins.

I set everything on the table, heated muffins & steaming coffee. I nodded to myself at the same time Mara had exited the bathroom. She was in jeans and a shirt, just a normal everyday wear shirt. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, dripping lightly and soaking into her shirt. She nodded to me lightly, and I smiled back reassuringly. Apparently, this trust isn't very much mutual.

"Breakfast is served" I said, in my miserable British accent, and pulled out a chair for her. She chuckled, sat at the seat. I turned and took the seat opposite of hers. She had the hot mug cupped in her hands as she sipped from it lightly. I picked up mine and sipped a bit as well, it burned my tongue. Idiotic me.

I decided to talk, and when I did, I wished I hadn't.

"So, what were you doing at that bar yesterday?" I asked.

Her eyes flickered to my face quickly, then back to the mug, like she was ignoring the question. I didn't push it; I slumped into my chair and drank my coffee. I heard a lightly thud & looked up. Her mug, half-full now, was set on the table & her eyes were fixed on me.

"Sam," She started, "You shouldn't trust me, because apparently, You do, too much. I'm glad you do, but, from what I am, I'm advising you to not trust me and just let me go. I'm very grateful you did bring me here…been some time since I've felt like a human. But, just.." The words seemed to stop pouring out as she bit her bottom lip and looked down.

I blinked, this was way more serious than I had expected. But something flashed to my mind, what if she was possessed by a demon. Maybe that's why the EMF went crazy. My mind was alert now, working quickly, putting two & two together. She came to the bar that I was in; as if she knew I would help her. It couldn't be mere luck or coincidence.

And that way I feel about her…No, not that. If she was possessed or was a demon, I would've sensed it, at least. But, she can't be possessed. She had the very chance to get whatever she needed and leave last night, maybe even kill me. And there no signs of sulfur, not one.

I heard a gasp & quickly looked up. Her eyes were swimming with thoughts, her face horrified. I starred at her for a moment. Her eyes pierced deep into mine, before she put her face in her hands silently, and I heard a…growl? I didn't know what was wrong, what had Idone wrong.

But then I stood up and was quickly by her side, a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "Mara? What's wrong?"

"Mara?" her voice came low, kind of menacing but still as soft as it was.

"Uh…um…that's well…a nickname…I hope you don't…um, mind." I stuttered as I spoke.

She looked up at me, a small smile forming on her lips. "I don't mind." She said, nodding slowly. I sighed, even though I was still curious about her little emotional outbreak…or was it a tantrum? I didn't ask.

She stood up and started picking up plates, fast- way too fast. My eyes widened and I was alert again at this unfamiliar speed. In seconds the plates weren't on the table anymore, neither was she in front of me. But then, she was there again. I'm sure I would've missed it if I blinked.

Now I remembered her emphasizes on the word 'human' and something clicked "You're not human" I said, more as a fact rather than a question or an exclamation.

She nodded quietly and looked down with a heavy sigh. I stepped back and racked my eyes over her quietly. She was no demon. No demon I knew was that fast, not even a witch demon. I offered a palm up, asking her to give me her hand as I reached to get my small silver pocket knife.."May I? Just to…make sure."

"I'm not a shifter either, nor am I a demon." She murmured quietly, but she put her hand ahead of her quietly. I frowned as I reached and sliced across her palm. She winced quietly but the skin didn't sizzle. She wasn't lying.

"Then what are you?" I arched a brow. She bit her lower lip and looked away. And I was getting rather impatient.

"I'm a monster; that I could tell you." She nodded quietly.

I bit my tongue, not to let a harsh comment slip and gritted my teeth quietly. But how could she be not human when she was so…weak yesterday. Did that have to show that she a good one?

My line of though was interrupted when her head snapped towards the direction of the door. "Are you expecting anyone?" She asked quietly.

I frowned and shook my head, taking careful steps around her and to the door. I couldn't help but glance back at her, to make sure she was still there. I placed my hand on the knob and slowly twisted it..

…and I couldn't be any more shocked than I was now at this very moment. He stared back at me, but then his eyes traveled over my shoulder, where Mara stood, then back at me.

He lifted his brows in an amused expression; "Well, well, Sam, you haven't wasted much time on missing me, you bitch."

A/N: Now this is the first chapter after some plot improvement. I got so much negative comments at some point and felt that I had to change it. But nevertheless, I need more reviews- please? :3