A/N: So this Chapter is mainly a filler, for you guys' entertainment. I'm working hard on this to put up perfect stories, just like SPN producers did, so trust me, writing a SPN fanfic isn't really that easy. Hopefully, my best will be accepted. Love the readers, hope u enjoy the chapter.

Chapter Three:

Mara's POV:

I was in the kitchen; yeah, for some reason I've decided to make breakfast for the boys. It was too early for either of them to wake up…specially Dean, so I took the chance. You see, if Dean happens to wake up before either Sam & I, both of us are forced to have breakfast in a coffee shop or something…because Dean literally clears out all possible edibles in the whole house.

I was elated that Sam had decided to make a midnight grocery store trip…of course so Dean won't know that there's food in the house that he hasn't seen. The kitchen seemed to be normal, like normal, not our usual 'empty' normal. So I was preparing whatever I've found, with my own knowledge of kitchen art.

"Mmm…that you cookin', Sammy?" I heard Dean mumble as he walked past the kitchen door to the bathroom, not even bothering to check who was in the kitchen. And he thought I was Sam…who was asleep in the same room that he'd just left. Sometimes, Dean Winchester can be so oblivious. I couldn't hold back the laughter, and failed miserably as I tried to muffle it.

"JMar?" I heard, but his voice was muffled. I glanced to see him peeking through the kitchen door…and the toothbrush was hanging from his rather foamy mouth. I found that rather funny that disgusting, so my laughter just kept on increasing, though I've managed a "Morning, Dean." Between the laughter.

He just stood there, and shrugged lightly. I reached out for a cup I had filled from the sink and splash! The water was all over him. I just laughed harder, leaning against the fridge. He grunted and went to the bathroom, probably to rinse his face. "Moron." He murmured, and he knew I'd hear him.

"Idiot!" I called loud enough for him to hear as I pulled myself together and picked up the plates to set the table. I stood by the table, thinking. It's been exactly 5 days since both me & Dean arrived here. We were going to start road-tripping tomorrow, first thing in the morning; so currently, we were packing. Of course, I had no doubt that we were going for a couple of hunting trips.

I was glad that they had trusted me enough to tell me all they knew. I didn't know why was it, but after we got to know each other in the past couple of days…It was like we trusted each other with our lives, the three of us. There was no hesitation, no lying…at least they weren't lying. I felt guilty for not telling them everything, but it was my secret to share for them to…

"MARIA!"

I gasped, loosing my balance for a mid-second. I turned, knowing who caused the turbulence in my reverie. Dean was laughing his ass off; I rolled my eyes and huffed. "That's all you got, Dean?"

"Oh you've seen nothing, sweetheart" He smirked.

"Bring it on, grandpa."

"Oh, I'm shaking…with Laughter!" He just laughed. He started moving back to his room, and then he looked back at me. He narrowed his eyes at me and gave the 'Robert DeNiro's I'm watching you' fingers to the eyes move. I just made my own 'Bring it on' move and laughed. Sam opened the door the same time Dean had reached at for the knob. He blinked and held back a laugh, "Quick morning shower, Dean?"

"Get out of my way, bitch" He shoved Sam aside and entered the room, slamming the door shut after him.

"Jerk." Sam said, rolling his eyes. He looked at me curiously, & I grinned. "I gave him the morning shower." He laughed as I said that and shook his head. I held a small pack of red hot chili powder in my hand and waved it in front of Sam's face before ripping it open and sprinkling it over Dean's plate.

"Mara…" Sam looked at me, "You don't want to get in a 'prank' war with Dean."

"I'm not afraid." I grinned back…and shook what was left in the pack into Dean's drink and quickly stuffed the empty pack into my pocket. Sam shook his head and continued to the bathroom while I continued setting the table.

The three of us sat at the table & started eating. Dean, being Dean, starting stuffing his mouth quickly…then it got slower…and slower…Then he quickly grabbed his glassed and gulped down the juice. His face turned red and he ran o the kitchen. My laughter boomed as I held my stomach, laughing hard. Sam laughed too; it was too funny not to laugh.

"I'll get you back, JAY! Mark my words!" He yelled from the Kitchen and I shook my head.

"I gotta agree that this was a smart trick, Mara…Good Luck." Sam said, laughing and shaking his head. I did a small curtsey in my seat and laughed. "Though, you just got yourself in major stuff." He got and downed what was left in his glass. "So Mara, good luck." He gave me fake sorrow looks and left the room. I scoffed, Dean's trick aren't that bad…are they?

Dean's POV:

She's not getting away with that. Not at all. She'll regret starting this war in the first place; no body starts a prank war with Dean Winchester and wins, whatever old are they. If that happened, it'd be on my dead body.

Sometimes I may sound stupid, but I'm trying to make up for the supposedly '4 months' that I had spent there. Just thinking about that place revolts me. I never want to be back there, never. It's just…I never though about it like that. But right now, I don't want to think about it. I have a prank war to win.

Maria didn't seem to me like a bad person…but it took me time to trust her. I've never trusted Ruby though; I didn't know how I managed to trust Maria, even after she told us what she was. It's probably because of the situation she was in when Sam found her, or probably the problems that she has. I just felt that mistrusting her would be unfair, cruel…and I was done with cruelty.

I shook my head and sighed. This was not the time to think about this. I just put my head on that prank, that simple, old prank that I know Jay will just fall into. I scoffed and fixed the collar of my shirt as I looked at myself in the mirror. Then I made my way to the garage, in which both Sam & Jay were. Sam was…showing her our tools, teaching her I guess.

I just walked passed them and leaned against the desk. I just picked my random topic to think about, my car, to keep her out of my head. I saw her look at me, she mouthed. "Seriously?" I shrugged, and she rolled her eyes.

She stood up, "I'll get some water. Sam, Dean, want anything?" We both shook our heads. "Okay then." She moved to the direct door. At the same moment she swung the door open, I thought the word prank; she immediately stepped back...directly beneath the bucket of old brake oil.

Splash!

I heard Sam gasp, but I pulled out my phone and adjusted the zoom, snapping the picture. I grinned and looked up from my screen to her shocked, greasy face. I just watched her facial expression flicker from shock, to anger, to disgust, but then….she was smug?

I frowned lightly as I straightened up…the wooden desk moved when I moved. I took a step forward, away from the desk and it moved again. It was like…oh no..." You did not…" I said, eyes wide as I looked at smug, oily Jay. She just smirked at me.

"Oh yes, she did." Sam said, laughing as he waved the familiar tube of super glue in his hand in front of my face. Déjà vu…yeah right, now I knew what they meant by that.

"Sam told me you wouldn't expect it because he's glued the beer to your hand once, so I thought 'Why not glue him to something this time?" She said innocently as she grabbed a towel and wiped her face. I was still starring at her, but this time, I was contemplating my next trick.

"Take your time, you have till we leave tomorrow; that, of course, if neither I nor Sam help you off that table." She grinned at me.

"Shit." I whispered to myself sourly as I struggled to move away from the desk. I had my hands held up, just in case. I wanted my hands free. I looked up to see no one was there. No way, they didn't just leave me down here glued to a fucking wooden table? "Damn it!" I exclaimed aloud.

I moved a bit, but it took effort to move the damn desk. "Guys, come one! Prank over, get me out of here!" I yelled aloud. I saw Maria peeking through the door which I had used to prank her, "I'll make you a deal. Declare my victory, and you're free." She smiled innocently.

"No fucking way." I said, emphasizing each word. She giggled, "That's what I thought, tata for now." She waved and left again. I sighed. Perfect, just perfect. But I wasn't going to let her get away with that. She'll pay, as soon as I get out of this fucking mess.

"Sam, drag your sorry ass down here and help me! Come on, you bitch!"

I couldn't deny that I was grateful to Sam for coming down there to help me, but yeah…he helped her though. So its no way in hell I'm sparing him…but lets keep Sam off for now. Let's stay concentrated on the small non-creative prank I have for the little troublemaker.

Okay, since her backpack is too precious to her, I'm doing a little twist and turn. I'll have it in an empty plastic bag and carry it out with me as I move the trash to trash cans outside. BUT, I won't throw it away; I'll hide it in the car's trunk beneath the cover with the tools. Sneak back to the house like nothing happened at all. It's too predictable to be predicted, plus from what she'll see in my mind, she'll I threw it away, which is exactly what I want her to think.

I waited till Sam and Maria went to their rooms to sleep before I pretended to be good boy and tell them I'll remove the trash. As soon as they shut there doors, I got into action. I ninja rolled to the couch and looked at around, eyes narrowed. I quickly stuffed her bag into the plastic bag and got up, whistling as I carried the rest of the trash casually. I admit it, I'm being stupid, but that's how you create the fun.

I put both trash bags into the cans and slung the one with Jay's bag over my shoulder. I snuck into the garage from the direct door to avoid waking them up. I grinned and hid the bag good with the tools. No one would check the tools but me in the morning.

I danced my way to the living room, but of course I had to trip over the coffee table. "Shit." I whispered as I got to my feet, brushing my shirt lightly. Maria's door knob moved and I quickly moved some bags over where her bag had been, hopefully she'll think it's beneath them.

Her head poked through the door, her eyes half opened. "Dean, are you okay? I heard a crash."

"Yeah, yeah…I'm fine. I tripped over the coffee table." I said, idling my voice as much as possible.

"What were you doing anyways?" She asked, frowning lightly as she moved through the door.

"I was…reading a magazine!" I picked up a random magazine from the ground, too late to realize it was law school bullshit magazine stuff and so…She narrowed her eyes and focused on the cover, then she shook her head. "Yeah…good night, Dean." She went back to the guest room and closed the door after her. I waited for a couple of minutes in silence before I sighed in relief; that was close.

I went to the kitchen and checked the fridge, finding some fruits, gah. I don't eat healthy…no cheetos, no beer, no M&M's family pack…I sighed, good ol' Sam was the raid leader this time. I just grabbed the pack of crackers and helped myself. Thin thing lasted for a few minutes; I sighed and went back to my room. Time to get ready for the big day tomorrow; I just can't wait for my sweet victory.

Mara's POV:

I'm going crazy. I'm freaking out. Where the hell is it?

"Mara, come on! It's past dawn already!" Sam yelled from the living room.

"Wait a second! Will you?" I snapped back and sighed. Where was it? Where did I put it? I can't loose it, not at all, never. I stood there, thinking where else to look for it. I heard Sam's footsteps at the room's entrance, "What's wrong?"

"I just can't find my stuff." I said, trying to sound calm.

"You mean your backpack?"

"Yes! Have you seen it?" I turned to look at him.

"Didn't you place it on the couch with mine and Dean's duffels?" He asked.

I sighed, "I searched there too." I was on the verge of ripping my hair off my scalp. I've been traveling for 2 months and I've never lost a thing and when I'm staying at a constant place I lose my most valuable possession.

As I ranted in my head, I remembered something from last night. Dean…and then I saw his smirking face over Sam's shoulder. How the hell didn't I think about it? Of course, he must've hid it or something yesterday, but that was so lame.

"Dean Winchester!" I glared at him and Sam turned to the side, letting me make my way to Dean. "Where did you hide it? You'd better answer me right now."

"Hide what?" He said as chewed his gum annoyingly.

"Don't play dumb, Dean. I know you hid it."

Sam started, "Guys, that's really kid stuff. We're not children anymo-

"SHUT UP!" Both Dean & I yelled at him. He raised his palms and slowly made his way to the garage. I glared back at Dean, "Now, where is it?"

"What is it?" He titled his head.

"My bag, Dean! Ugh!"

"I threw it away."

"You threw what!"

"I threw your backpack away." He smirked lightly as I felt my face become hotter.

"How dare you?"

"Oh, it wasn't that daring. I just put it in a plastic bag and threw it away with the rest of the trash." I saw everything he did in his mind from last night. "Oh, and the garbage truck is long gone." He grinned at me.

"You're dean, Dean Winches.." but I was interrupted by a loud crash that I located from the garage. Apparently, Dean heard it too because he didn't make any silly comments. I looked up at him, "Where did that come from?" I whisper asked.

"The garage?" Dean said hesitantly, then his eyes widened. "Where's Sam?"

"The garage." But that was a fact. Both of us didn't hesitate on sprinting towards it, and I had arrived there first though. I noticed the reason of the loud crash; the tool shelves had fallen and tools were piled over each other. I scanned the pile until I noticed something….an arm. I tugged at Dean's sleeve and moved quickly towards the pile silently. When he saw it, we started removing the tools quickly.

I held Sam's hand, too shocked to speak, but something felt awkward about it. I leaned back, accidentally tugging on his hand. I fell backwards…and the hand was still in mine. I threw it away and shrieked silently, then I looked at it closely; it was a rubber hand. I looked at Dean who was utterly confused, "What does that mean?" I asked. "Where's Sam?"

A flash blinded my vision, "Just right behind you Mar. Man, I thought you both were smarter than that. Apparently, I was wrong." Sam laughed, leaning against the car, the camera still in his hands.

"Wait, this was a prank?" Both Dean & I asked at the same time.

"Ding Ding Ding, correct answer!" Sam was still laughing, and apparently he was trying to be funny. I huffed and started putting back the shelves in their place as Dean arranged the tools. Sam just laughed his ass off in the background.

I looked at Sam, "Bother to help?"

Sam looked at me and starting another booming fit of laughter, "If you both had seen your faces…"

"You're not funny, Sam."

"Aww, I'm not? I think I am." He grinned and leaned against the car's trunk; I rolled my eyes and helped Dean with the rearrangement and all.

After we were done, Dean shoved away a laughing Sam from the car's trunk, murmuring "bitch" silently, and opened it, started searching into it silently. I stood still behind him, curious. He straightened up and handed me a plastic bag, which he ripped open and revealed my back pack for me. I arched my brow at him and took the bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

"Truce?" He offered a handshake, gesturing back at Sam as he smirked evilly.

"Truce." I grinned and shook his hand.

The three of us finally got into the car after checking we had everything. I double checked everything that was in my bag and is still there. I sighed in relief; he hadn't played around with the stuff in it, wise Dean. After making sure everything was ready, we drove out of the garage, saying good bye to Sam's little house and to Minnesota.

And I never knew what I was getting myself into, but did I care?

A/N: Long chapter? Hope you liked it people, really. As I said, it's just a filler chapter, with some information lying here and there. Let me clear up a few points so you people won't be confused:

1. In the story, Sam's 25 & Dean's 29…One less year won't make that great of a difference, right? And Mara's almost eight, BUT she looks physically and mentally 20-21. Well, I am not an expert in hybrid anatomy. xD

2. In Sam's flashback, Sam sends Lilith back to hell, he doesn't actually kill her.

I just want you guys to pay attention as you read; even the smallest details can change everything. Tell me what you think and review. Special thanks to Dark-Supernatural-Angel for the reviews and for the tips. Hopefully, I'll get more reviews this time. I'll try to update faster, love you. Review...