A/N: I hope you liked the hunt. I'm getting good at the supernatural lore researches so hopefully I'll surprise you guys. Anyways, here's the sixth chapter. I just hope you like it…and by the way, if you have any questions about the legends or the characters or the plot please tell me. I'll have them answered in the next chapter, or the to-come chapters. Also PM/review here OR send me a message on Live Journal, (If you have an account) Link's on my profile. And be sure to check my updates.

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Chapter Six:

Mara's POV:

I stared out of the window, watching the rain droplets slide against the glass. My breath condensed against the glass heavily as I sighed. But I saw Valissite out, standing in the middle of the rainy road. "Please! Help me!"

I quickly grabbed my jacket and left the motel room, not caring if any staff or civilian had noticed my inhuman speed. I rushed towards the crying little girl. She looked up at me and disappeared, wind brushing at my side towards the direction that she had moved in. I followed silently, trying to catch up with the little spirit as we reached the forest's entrance.

I walked close behind Valissite as she led me into the dark forest, towards the lair of that spirit. Cold air brushed my face and I looked around, Valissite was long gone. But she hadn't left me; she was sitting on a tree branch, gesturing for me to come. I didn't hesitate in my movement and was beside her in a blink. She pointed towards the clearing, where a dark shape hovered over a small boy, probably five or six. I almost jumped off the branch, almost saved him but something held me back.

I saw the old lady rip into the small boy, and his screams were silenced into muffled gurgles before they stopped, taking away every sign of life in the small, now mutilated, body. The old lady placed a huge sheet onto the ground and gathered what was left of the boy in it, sealing it with a rope. She started moving back into the forest, dragging the sealed sack behind her.

I was too shocked to move, or even scream. The tears flowed from my eyes as I recalled that all of this had happened because of me. I looked down at Valissite who was…supposed to be sobbing. But she glared at me with red furious eyes, her face slowly scarring. She stood onto the branch and screamed, "It's your fault! You're the reason he had to die!"

I shook my head and moved back, my eyes widened with fear, "No...No…"

But my movement was blocked by another figure, which kept tapping at my head. I squeezed my eyes shut as I listened to Valissite's blameful screams, my breath hitching up by time. I didn't dare to look back; I didn't dare to open my eyes. But I did…and the children's furious spirits surrounded me, glaring at me hatefully. The piercing hate I saw in their eyes…it dug a hole into me…I couldn't go anywhere; my only escape was behind me.

I turned around and opened my eyes and I almost screamed in fear and disbelief...

I gasped as I sat up quickly, my head bumping into something. I yelped aloud and squeezed my eyes shut again, holding my head. I heard another gasp and opened my eyes slowly, and saw Sam holding his head as he leaned against the car's door. I blinked…It was another nightmare.

"Sam?" I mumbled and rubbed my forehead, looking around. Then I looked back at him and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."

"Nah, it's okay." He said as he waved it off. "I was waking you up; we checked in for now."

I looked over his shoulder, noticing people and cars passing by. I tilted my head and returned my gaze to Sam, "Where are we?"

"Des Moines, Iowa." He said as he stepped away from the car. I shook my head and blinked again as I climbed out of the back seat. Then I looked up at the grayish sky of the city, then back at the street, lifting my brows in amusement. This wasn't so familiar…but I guess I'll get used to it.

Sam tapped my shoulder and I turned to him, smiling a bit. He smiled back and handed me my bag, which I slung over my shoulder. He slammed the car's door shut and started walking. I followed him silently, but he broke the silence, "Mara, are you okay?"

I sighed and nodded, "Yeah, why are you asking?" I looked at him from the corner of my eye, eyeing his expression for a moment. I wasn't normal, I wasn't feeling good and I was absolutely not okay. It was like the hallucination you get from drinking only salty water, but this time, it was from lack of blood. I hated it.

"Uh...Just making sure…I mean, hunting isn't your thing; you're not used to all of this." He said, looking forward as we walked. I felt a rush of emotion but eventually settled on anger, stopping my walk. Sam turned and looked at me, frowning. "Is it that you don't trust me or that you're being afraid for me?" I snapped, but why was I angry? I wanted to control this, to stop it. But I couldn't, because I was too weak.

"No! Of course I trust you, Mara. It's just-"

"Just what? You regret having me travel with you? Or do you regret saving me from the beginning?" What the hell was I doing? I was blindly angry at myself, also very weak for the record, and I'm letting it out on poor Sam. I had to get away, get some time to think, or else I'll end up hurting him, either ways. "Sam, look...I-I'm sorry…I didn't mean…Here"

I handed him my backpack and looked up at him, biting my lip before I turned and started walking away. I mustered his expression as I walked in slow steps; his expression was hurt, confused. I was extremely stupid…why did I do that? One moment I was very angry and now…I'm just me.

I quickened my pace eventually and ended up at some small coffee shop. I sat at the farthest table, at the farthest corner, alone. My head was swarming with so much stuff that it started hurting. I massaged my temples silently as I shut my eyes, wishing for this headache to go away, but it kept getting worse.

I rested my forehead against the cool table and breathed slowly, feeling the headache go away and the burn in my throat was starting. I locked my jaw and stayed there, shooing every waiter who tried to take an order or even give it a shot in flirting with me. But I felt someone slide beside me and looked up quickly, only to discover it was Dean. I put my head back on the table quickly and kept my mouth shut.

He stroked my hair slowly as he leaned his face against the table as well, "What is it? Sam said you threw a tantrum and stormed off; you okay there, Jazzy?" I smiled a bit at the nickname and propped my head on my arms, looking up at him. He lifted his brows impatiently.

"It's nothing." I said, and fortunately my voice didn't crack. I cleared my throat silently, "I'm fine, really."

"Okay…I'm not really a lecture-type, but you'll be my first listener." He grinned down at me and cleared his throat. I muffled my laugh against my arm and looked at him silently, waiting. "Look Mara, since I've been gone to Hell and back, literally, I really know when something's wrong with someone. Hell, I can even tell if it's way too serious or just something trivial. And believe me, from the look I saw on your face, and from past personal experience, something's wrong and you're telling me." He said, eyeing my face skeptically. I blinked silently and looked at the table.

"I'll get something to eat while you think of a lie to hide it up." Dean grinned and got up, leaving slowly. I sat up and leaned against the back rest, huffing frustratingly. Why did Dean have to be so good when it comes to reading expressions? It's a battle I would lose.

"So…" He sat beside me; with a plate of some cinnamon rolls in hand…some doesn't cover it, and two cups of steaming coffee. "Came up with a good lie?" He grinned and stuffed one roll into his mouth as he slid the coffee towards me. I sighed and reached for it, cupping the paper cup in my hand, and sipping from it lightly.

"I've been having these nightmares…" I said, frowning. Dean chocked on the roll and started coughing. I tapped his back gently and he glared at me, "Nightmares? Oh great! Just perfect!"

"What? I don't understand…" I frowned at him, extremely confused at his outburst.

"Look Mara, don't blame yourself on anything. Because what happened back in Nebraska wasn't your fault, it isn't really. So please, no more self-torment so we three can survive this trip." He begged, placing his palms together.

"How...How did you know I even blamed myself…I didn't..." I stammered as I spoke, placing my coffee back on the table.

"You and Sam are no different in dealing with the aftermath at all!" He exclaimed, "I don't even want to get started with that story again."

I shook my head and slumped into my seat, frowning. I didn't really understand anything…but I had to forget that right now; a good lie would end this stupid conversation. "Okay...Dean, I get it. I will not blame myself, it's not my fault." I said sincerely, looking at him. He sighed in relief and gulped from his now cold coffee, and then grimaced, "Bleh, cold coffee."

I sighed in relief and pushed away my coffee as well, for it had also cooled down. I pulled up my knees to my chest and rested my chin against them, wrapping my arms around my legs. I remembered something though, "Dean, what did you mean by 'I was gone to hell and back, literally'?" I looked at him curiously.

"I guess I skipped that part when we told you about us…" Dean murmured, "You see, Sam died…and a life without that kid wouldn't just work out with me. So I made a deal with a demon; give me Sam back and take my soul in a year. And that's what happened, of course after some help from little miss Ruby, the hellhounds got my soul. And trust me on that, -everything- exists, heaven, hell…it does exist."

I blinked…Hell? "Hell? You went to Hell? For real…Of course! That's why…" I remembered that very first day when Sam thought I'd fool him like Ruby did, that I was going to kill him. I was so hurt by the idea I started crying…Now I get it…

"Are you done with your realization moment?" I heard Dean ask and I glared at him playfully. "Yes, I am actually. But Dean, you never told me this? Why?" I frowned.

"Because I feel too guilty about it, I don't really want a lot of people to know. But I guess I can tell you, now that you're officially a sister to me." He smiled at me lightly, and looked down. I frowned. "Dean, if you don't want to talk about it…"

"No, it's okay." He huffed and looked up, "So, you know, people think Hell is this huge fire that people get thrown into and that's it. That's the…stereotype. But it isn't real; hell, it's like this huge middle ages torture room where you get tied to a rack…and um…get tortured in ways you couldn't even imagine…" He sighed silently.

I stared at his face, reading his expression as it changed to a pained one. I saw it in his mind, Hell. I heard screams of pain…and I felt his pain. My eyes widened slowly, taking in the shock, keeping myself from reacting stupidly in the public place. I shook my head and blinked, regaining concentration on his face rather than on his mind's image.

"There was this demon, Alistair was the name. He was like the manager of the place there. He came to every tortured soul at the end of each day and made an offer. It was to get us off the rack if we agreed on torturing other souls. I never agreed. I kept throwing aggressive replies at him, which got me in more trouble actually." He scoffed and shook his head. I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"But then...I gave up, I accepted the offer. I tortured souls…I wished I could take it back, when I saw how much agony I was putting them in. But I was selfish; I didn't want to see myself in their shoes again. It was the last month for me in that place, or the last year if we speak their time, before I found myself waking up in a coffin." I tilted my head as I watched his expression change again, but I couldn't put a finger on it. "I went to Bobby's first, who is a family friend by the way, and asked about Sammy."

"He told me that Sam had left, he'd lost contact with the rest of the hunters and headed north. So I looked for him, until I found that little house of his in Minnesota. I got there…on a train, because I hate planes." He grumbled and I couldn't contain my laughter, but I kept it silent though. He nudged me and I lifted my brows lightly, smiling. It's now that I realized how Dean just shifted the mood. I grinned and hugged him, "Dean, if I ever wished for a brother, it'd be you."

"Aw, cheesy moment. Thanks, Jazzy. You can pull away now." He patted my shoulder and I slapped his arm playfully. He feigned a hurt expression and held his arm. "My arm! I can't feel my arm!" And I just couldn't stop laughing.

Sam's POV:

I paced in the room quietly, huffing every once in a while. I was very worried about Mara. I knew she wouldn't get hurt easily, but I was worried. The way she acted, it wasn't normal. I knew she was probably blaming herself...I knew that because I would do that too. I sighed and sat on the bed, resting my elbows against my knees and putting my head in my hands.

I had given up on calling Dean since I heard his phone ring in the car, which was unusual for Dean if you'd ask me. So all I could do was wait…or take a walk. Yeah, walking sounds good to me right now. I got up and slung the jacket over my shoulder, locking the door after leaving the room.

I glanced around when I exited the motel, deciding which way to go. I shrugged on my jacket and shoved my hands into the pockets as I started walking to the right. It was very cold for the beginning of November. I shook my head and sighed, watching my breath in front of me. I just kept on walking, trying not to think about anything, clearing my mind.

That's when I passed by a coffee shop, I noticed Mara and Dean sitting at the farthest corner of the room. She was laughing, which was a relief actually. Dean noticed me, weird, and gestured for me to come over. I nodded and entered the coffee shop, which was warmed up pretty good, thank God.

I walked towards the table slowly, and saw Mara shift her gaze from the ground to me nervously. I tilted my head and stood still by her side, "You okay, Mara?" I asked.

"Yes, Sam and I'm extremely sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to snap at you, I just had too much on my mind. I'm very sorry." She looked up at me and frowned lightly, pouting a bit. I'd grown used to that face, it was her –troubled- face, I was so vulnerable in front of these kinds of faces.

"Mara, I kind of understand, you were so angry. It's okay, I wasn't even mad at you." I said, smiling. She smiled softly and nodded. "So…I guess we should go back to the motel?" I asked and glanced at Dean.

"Well, I followed Mara here, you Sam?" Dean asked.

"Nah, I walked here. I needed some fresh air." I shrugged and looked at Dean, who was whining.

"So what, we're walking back to the motel?" he sighed desperately. I chuckled and moved back as he and Mara got up, putting on their jackets. We exited the shop and I looked around, "Let's just take the main road."

"Whatever Sammy, just get us back." Dean said and shoved my shoulder lightly. I lifted my brows and rolled my eyes as I started walking, murmuring, "Jerk."

"Bitch." He scoffed back, grinning at me as the three of us aligned into a row, walking and talking.

"So I've been thinking that I should teach Mara hunting stuff, like Dad taught us." Dean said and grinned at me. I frowned and tilted my head; I wasn't really sure if that was a good idea. I noticed Mara's eyes fixed on my face, or on my expression. I just smiled a bit and she smiled back again.

"That'd be a good idea, I guess. But we need to know if she's willing to." I said, remembering how I was forced to learn that stuff. I looked down at Mara's face, which wasn't even hesitant. It wasn't a comforting idea, but…I guess from her expression that I'll have to bear it.

"I don't mind at all, Sam. I think it's a good idea. I need to start protecting myself, rather than burdening you both with my responsibility." She smiled at us widely. I rolled my eyes and laughed, since I wasn't really going to protest at that.

"Okay then, it's settled. Lessons start tomorrow when we take off." Dean grinned…but before he could say another word, I heard a loud crash and things were flung at the passer bys from the subway entrance. I tucked and pulled Mara beneath me as I ducked, shielding her and myself from whatever exploded from there. I saw Dean ducked down beside us as well and we stood like that for three whole minutes.

We slowly rose up to our feet, brushing our clothes as we straightened up. Dark smoke was leaving the subway entrance, it must've have been something big if the smoke was that large. I saw Mara's eyes on my face, "What happened down there?"

"Probably two metro trains crashed into each other, or terrorists. There are many logic reasons." I murmured, gazing at the entrance, listening up for any police cars approaching. Something was wrong with that subway; it was definitely not normal. I looked at Dean who was smirking and looked back at me, "Logic, Sam? Are you thinking, what I am thinking?" He asked and scoffed smugly.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan to me." I grinned and saw Mara eyeing us both skeptically

"Mara, guess your lessons start a bit earlier. Come on, we gotta get ready." Dean said as he started jogging towards the motel. Mara looked at me, her expression utterly confused. I shrugged and both of us started running as well.

A/N: I realize it's kind of short but some moments were needed, trust me. Also, no need to worry about any coupling right now, because it's not time for that just yet. You've gotta wait on me. I know also that the update is fast and I'll try to do so with the next chapter so wish me luck. Because the week next or after I'll be busy with studies and stuff, so I gotta give you people something to read. AND, another note about the ages, just to be sure:

Sam is 25, Dean is 29, Mara is almost 8 technically and 20-21 Physically/Mentally. Okay? I hope none of you are confused.

Yup, that's it. Review, please.