A/N: I'm having a small problem with the plot and it will be revealed at the end of the chapter. Though it's too early, I want your opinions on what I should do. Anyways, keep up with the story, you'll like it. I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except my character and the plot, partially though. UNTIL NOW.

Previously…

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."

Chapter two:

Sam's POV:

I stared at him for a moment, my hand unconsciously flipping the silver knife open again. This couldn't be Dean; Dean was dead. He was in hell. That was probably a shifter, or any other monster that's using him to get to me. I narrowed my eyes as I brought the knife ahead of me.

"Woah, slow there, big guy!" He exclaimed, raising his palms ahead of him. Slowly, he folded up his sleeve and took out a pocket knife. I shook my head furiously; it wasn't silver. He, it, sighed then and dropped the knife to the ground and stretched his hand for mine. I lifted my brows and slowly placed the knife in his palm, but kept a cautious stance.

It sliced it's forearm slowly, showing me as it did. I relaxed for a moment but my hands were still fisted at my side. One, though, reached for the small bottle of holy water I kept in my pocket. I splashed it into his face as he was busy rolling his sleeve down. He looked up at me and spit some water to the ground. "Are you sure, now?"

It was Dean- it truly was him.

I pulled him into a hug, and he patted my back. I sighed; 4 months ago he was in hell, now I was hugging him. My brother.I kept my grip on him firm and swallowed down the gulp that was forming in my throat as I closed my eyes.

"Home sweet home" he said, patted my back.

I chuckled & pulled away, looking at him. "You're here" I said in disbelief. "Are you..okay?" I felt stupid, asking this.

"Extraordinarily good…not in danger of death in long time, this is relieving." He laughed. I didn't find the joke funny but chuckled anyways.

"But how…?" I frowned, looked at quizzically.

"I was hoping you'd help on that one, after all, you're the walking encyclopedia" He shrugged, elbowed me straight to the ribs. I didn't wince, but pretended to for his sake.

"Well, the main question here is who brought you back?" I nodded.

"No, the real question here is who is she?" He looked at me & winked. My face flushed. I looked over my shoulder at Mara was holding the same stance she had. It was like she froze, like a statue. Her eyes moved over to me, curious. I sighed frustrated and looked back at Dean slowly.

"That's a long story" I said; he nodded slowly, quirked a brow impatiently as if expecting me to go on. I groaned and dragged him in, shutting the door. He eyed me sideways, then glanced at Mara, who practically eyed him back just as curious; but she was very silent.

"Seems big stuff. Please, when either of you care to elaborate, tell me." He said, mostly directing his words to Mara as he looked at her quizzically. She lifted her arms and crossed them over her chest with annoyance. Well, this was awkward.

"My name is Maria." Mara said quietly. I glanced over at Dean, who was waiting expectantly. Apparently, he knew she wouldn't talk much so he glanced back at me. I looked at Mara, "Can we have a moment, alone..please?" I asked her.

She nodded slowly and turned towards my room. "And don't leave!" I added quickly. She didn't respond but I thought I saw her head move as in a nod. I sighed and glanced back at Dean.

"Yeah right," I rolled my eyes. " I was at a bar yesterday, and she came through the door. She got drunk and all…but look at her Dean…the bar I was in, it wasn't even in a known place, dark alley and all. I couldn't leave her there; you should've seen how those…low lives looked at her. Get it?" I looked at him.

He nodded. And then I remembered, "Oh yes, the EMF."

"What's up with it?" That seamed to ignite his attention.

"It detected something…"

"Where?" he asked.

"In her…Well, it is her. She's not…human" I whispered.

"Sam, you never do learn from your mistakes, do you?" He grimaced.

"She's not like her..." I frowned.

"She could be! You saw what she did! She gave Lilith her body…to kill me. And hell she succeeded." He exclaimed.

"Damn it Dean, keep it down will you. She isn't Ruby, okay? She's not like her! She's not a demon, & she's definitely not a monster." I glared at him, Whisper shouting, pushing him back slowly.

"I'm not…but I'm half a monster."

Both our heads snapped to the door, as she leaned against it toying with the hem of her shirt. Her head was lowered down, her hair hiding her face. I frowned, what did she mean by that? Of course, Dean did take no time on asking that question.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, quick & demanding..

I looked at her and shook my head a bit. She didn't have to say anything if she hadn't wanted to. She just shrugged, then looked at Dean. "Initially, nice to meet you Dean."

"Uh…Yeah, nice to meet you too, I guess." He said; his face went bright. I couldn't hiding my smirk, rolling my eyes.

"You wanted me to explain what I meant by my words?" She arched a brow.

"Yes, if you would."

A sigh, she didn't want to speak. I almost spoke up, but she eyed me. "My parents weren't normal, humans to be exact. By this, I only mean my father. I wasn't supposed to exist, kind of…a mistake of a one night stand." She was phrasing slowly, hesitant.

Vampires. I looked at Dean. Vampires were exactly the creatures that we've avoided hunting, because they don't really harm anyone without thinking. Rationally, they were humans who were given another chance. He nodded and looked at Mara, nodding at her to go on. But then he interrupted, "Hold on, your father is a vampire, so what is your mother?"

"My mother…wasa human." I noticed her emphasis on was…Her soft blue pools were distant for a moment, as if she was remembering something. Then she closed them, shaking her head lightly and she smiled at Dean, whose expression was sad. I guess he pretty much understood how she felt like…I did too.

"I'm sorry…um..." He was confused, just as I was. I was about to speak up again, but was interrupted.

"But if your mother was a human, what about your father?" I asked quietly, mostly hoping she didn't hear my question. She glanced at me hesitant, like this was the part she wished not to speak about. I nodded slowly and glanced at Dean, who seemed curious. Mistrust carved into his features obviously.

"My father..is..was…I don't know that, really. But all I do know is that.." She huffed and stepped back lightly, like she was expecting us to attack her. She knew we were hunters, somehow she did know. That's why she showed me, or told me whatever she was.

"My father is a vampire." She finally said quietly. My head snapped to look at her, with widened eyes. Dean seemed to do the same.

"So you're telling me here that…you're the daughter of a vampire and a human? That you're some kind of freakish hybrid?"

She chuckled, tucking a strand of her mahogany hair behind her ear. I tilted my head as I stared at her. She was beautiful; her fair ivory skin…Just fair, no blemish. Her eyes were an extraordinary soft blue; I've never seen something like it before. Her hair fell wavy loose till her elbows, beautiful color of mahogany.

Smack!

"Damn it, Dean! What was that for?" I said as I scratched the back of my head, glaring at him.

"You were daydreaming…again" He added when he noticed my eyes widen. I narrowed my eyes.

"Jerk"

"Bitch"

It took us a moment to realize that Mara was leaning against the couch, though she was just by my room's door. Her head lifted…probably noticing our silence. She chuckled amused. "Sorry, but your expressions are hilarious."

"Yeah, Yeah. So Maria, where'd you come from?" Dean asked quizzically and obviously curious.

"Oregon. Basically, Virginia. But I live in Oregon." She said slowly, glancing at both of us.

I frowned. Oregon? How did she come here then?

"I ran." She said, and when I looked up, her eyes where on me. I was frozen for half a second then I blinked, "You ran from Oregon to Minnesota?"

"Mhm" She nodded simply, like it was only 10 miles she'd ran. No wonder she was so tired and worn out.

"Let me guess, you were planning to –run- to Virginia?" Dean looked at her pointedly. She nodded again.

"Wow, Dean. You got smarter, what did they do to you?" I joked, snickering.

"Oh shut up, Sammy."

"I'm not a chubby 12 year old, I'm 25"

"I don' care, you're still Sammy."

"Oh whatever."

Mara was starring at us, her eyes wide with wonder, amusement to be clearer. "You guys bicker like roosters do over chicken." She said, and Dean laughed. I slumped into the couch, rolling my eyes.

"So…Why are you heading to Virginia?" Dean asked.

"I…need to find my father, I guess."

"He lives there?" I asked this time.

"Hopefully, yeah." She nodded slightly.

"Half vampire, eh?" Dean started, I frowned at him.

"Yes, that's what I am."

He looked at her expectantly, just like a little child does. I sighed; Dean will be the same for forever I guess. She laughed at him lightly, and was at the other side of the room in a second. I'm sure if I had blinked, I would've missed it…again.

"Super." He shrugged; she arched a brow. She grabbed a spoon off the table, and held it at both ends. It was bending….bending…till it snapped.

"Woah, that'sawesome!" He exclaimed; I rolled my eyes…again. My mind went around with everything I knew, I almost missed out the most important thing. The diet…

"No…I do drink blood, but it's not often. My mother was a nurse, and she used to sneak a couple of blood bags home monthly. And that was it. I was never to the maximum; I'm always…always weak." She sighed & shrugged. She was hiding something, I just felt it. I looked at Dean, maybe he felt it too. He nodded.

Mara's POV:

I was curled on the window seat in the guest room; my back leaned against the wall. I gazed out at the dark starless sky. I was thinking of a lot of things at once…and only a couple that I know I should keep a secret long enough.

Hunters.

I knew the supernatural world existed, and I knew there were hunters…but they were very few. But I'd never thought I'd come across two of them. They faced nearly ever supernatural creature that ever existed. Yeah…they told me almost everything. They never actually lied, mostly because they knew I'd read their minds.

They've told me about their mother, and the yellow-eyed demon who killed. Azazel, they said was the name. They told me how their father hunted him down…and how he died. They told me about Bela Talbot…whom Dean said he saw..in hell. They told about Ruby…

Dean thought they shouldn't trust me. But I'll do my best to gain their trust. Just thinking about what Ruby did…and the whole offering Lilith her body to kill Dean…I'd never ever do that. I saw what was in Sam's mind when he remembered what happened….

Sam's Flashback:

I was pinned against the wall by her force…not Ruby…but Lilith. Ruby, whom I had trusted, had let Lilith take control of her body…to kill my brother. I looked at my brother's body, my voice seemed to yell and echo to only myself. He was thrashing, yelling in pain, wounds embedding into his body with every move and I just couldn't do anything but yell.

Then…time seemed to freeze when his body stopped moving. Dean just stopped moving or thrashing or yelling and laid their limply, eyes starring at the ceiling. Nothing, no movement, nothing.

I was blinded for half a second…then I found myself on the ground. Lilith was starring at me, eyes wide. Her hand was raised in action of pinning me again, but nothing happened. It was like she lost her powers. She struggled to open the door as I got to my feet. Just as she swung it open, I had my arm around her neck, choking her as my other hand found her, Ruby's, knife.

I remembered that ritual…I've read about it…and I will do it, right. I am sending Lilith to hell, once and for all.

I placed the knife against her neck and started murmuring the Latin words, pressing the knife deeper as her body started glowing…black. She was thrashing helplessly against my grip until the smoke rose from her mouth. She screamed and the body went limp immediately; I let it drop to the ground.

I looked back, my eyes stinging painfully at the sight of my brother's broken body. I stumbled towards him, falling to my knees. I could feel the tears in my eyes as I held his head in my arms.

"Dean!" I yelled in agony.

End Flashback

I felt my own tears in my eyes as I remembered what I saw in Sam's head. I rubbed my eyes quickly and sighed. Hell hounds, not pretty.

A hand came down on my shoulder lightly, I gasped, though I knew who it was. I was too lost in though to notice someone had entered the room anyways.

"You seem lost in thought." Sam said.

"Yeah, it's a lot to absorb in one day." I smiled, eyes still focused on the stars.

"Yeah, that's true. I didn't sleep thinking about it." He said as he moved to sit beside me. I turned to look at him and froze for a mid-second. I blinked. Sam was…shirtless. I shook my head, what the hell was wrong with me. That couldn't be right.

"Yeah…me too." I said, stuttering. Damn it.

Then I heard low thudding against the wall, and a sleepy murmur. "Keep it down, both of you. I'm trying to sleep here. Will you tell him, Mar-on" I laughed silently.

Sam looked at me, his expression confused. "What is it?"

"Dean say: 'Keep it down both of you, I'm trying to sleep here." I said, imitating his sleepy voice, "Oh, he called me 'Mar-on."

Sam laughed lightly, shaking his head. "Jerk." And at the same time I could here Dean murmur, "Bitch." Which was hilarious because neither could hear the other. I just started laughing again.

"He called me bitch, didn't he?" Sam asked. I nodded, still laughing. He shook his head, chuckling.

I think I'm liking this way too much for my own good. I smiled and looked down, maybe it was good in a way?

A/N: Yay! Dean's back and better than ever. What'd you think people? Like? Hate? Needs more details? Inspire me! Of course, the idea is developed by me and my best friend. So tell us, how's it going. And special thanks to her because she's being patient with me because I'm writing slow. Whatever, just review? Love you.

P.S: Yeah- this is the improved one. Please tell me what you think now!