A/N: a new hunt, yup. I hope you guys like it, it's going to be great. Hopefully you people'll like it, because I was shocked when I realized the idea. Okay, I won't babble too much.

Disclaimer: I only own my character and the plot for now, and maybe mostly this legend and the characters in it.

Chapter Seven:

Sam's POV:

"So what exactly are we going to do right now?" Mara asked as we both climbed the stairs to the motel room. Dean was in the car, getting some stuff ready. I had this feeling that the subway accident wasn't a normal thing; no, it was way far from normal. Dean felt it too. I was too deep in thoughts to notice Mara's constant nudging.

"What?" I turned, looking back at her as my hands frisked my pockets for the keys. She lifted both her brows and rolled her eyes. "I said: what are we going to do now?" She said as I unlocked the door. I grinned at her lightly, "We're starting your lessons."

"Okay…" She leaned against the door frame as I searched through the wallet and the bags, retrieving whatever we needed. She was silent for a minute, I lifted my head to look back at her, but she wasn't by the door frame. I frowned and looked back to the bag, just to gasp at seeing Mara beside me. She was eying the ID's and the credit cards amusingly. "Fake IDs, fake credit cards. You guys ever been to jail?" She looked up at me, shocked by the fact.

"As a matter of fact, yeah, we've been to jail." I laughed lightly and snatched the cards from her. "Come on, I'll explain on the way. You'll surely understand." I got up and we both left the room, both of us carrying a bag. We talked as we walked downstairs, taking a slow pace of course. "Mara, one thing you should know is that we are officially wanted for theft, kidnap, murder, identity theft and lots of other charges." I said, shaking my head.

"Wow, I feel safe." Mara said, smiling at me sarcastically. I elbowed her arm lightly and she laughed.

"Let me continue, will you?" I exclaimed at her, rolling my eyes. "Well, we do that because we want people to trust us, to tell us information when we need it. Also, because our job requires lots of damage, so we, Winchesters, are known now and technically, we are dead because supposedly there was this massive fire in a police station…so yeah, we need fake identities." I looked down at her.

"Wait, let me guess. You have fake badges too, don't you?" She said as she looked up at me. I laughed and nodded. She shook her head as both of us exited the motel. Dean was flipping through a couple of badges as he leaned against the Impala. He looked up and put the badges in his pocket, grinning at us. "I see you explained the deal, didn't you Sammy?"

"Yeah, yeah, I did." I sighed and put the duffels in the trunk. I noticed Dean's wide-stretched grin hadn't faded yet. I eyed him through narrowed eyes and he smirked. He got out one card from his pocket, "Oh Mara, come and see what I've got you." He chanted mockingly.

"You didn't, Dean." I taunted, moving towards him, trying to glimpse at the contents of the card. But I was too late; the card was already in Mara's hand, eyed through wide-eyes. "Fake FBI Badges…Please, tell me you know what you're doing,"

"Psh, of course I do. Now Sammy, let's get a couple of suits and start teaching our little student here the correct ways of investigations." Dean nudged me and slung suit bags over his shoulder as he entered the motel again. I pried my gaze from him to Mara who was shaking her head. I laughed silently and followed Dean into the motel.

Mara's POV:

I leaned against the car as I twisted the badge around, trying to be inconspicuous with it as I placed it back in my jacket's pocket. I looked down at myself and sighed; a few illusions and I might actually look like a detective or something. I closed my eyes, picturing myself in a knee-length black coat over my jeans, buttoned up. I shrugged lightly, the coat was enough as a starter

I crossed my arms over my chest impatiently and tapped my foot slowly. I kept looking around a couple of times, trying not to fully distract myself off the illusion. Of course, that's when both of the boys ran down the stairs...in suits. I held back a chuckle and pretended to sigh getting into the backseat impatiently as they climbed into their seats. Dean started the car and took off.

I stayed silent, just to keep my heads up on the illusion. I felt both of them staring at me through the review mirror from time to time. I looked up at the mirror and lifted my brows at them. Both of them immediately looked forward. I simply chuckled. "So Dean, what do we do now?"

He parked the car across from the subway entrance, which was now crowded over with police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks. He looked back at me, serious face on. "We are going to ask the people here and the officer. You are going to watch us. You know, watch and learn?" He grinned a bit at me, "Was that too serious?"

"Just perfect, Agent Turner." I laughed lightly, climbing out of the car as both of them did.

"Seriously Mara, no speaking, deal?" I heard Sam say and I looked over my shoulder, smiled at him lightly. "Don't worry." I pretended to zip my lips and he rolled his eyes. They both started walking and I followed silently as we marched towards the chief officer. The three of us pulled out our badges and showed them to him as we approached; I stayed a bit behind Sam though.

Dean started, "Sir this is Agent Turner, Agent Anderson and Agent Parker. Mind telling us exactly what happened?"

"Well, our boys been down there, they reported that the rail was melted down. The metro was thrown off side into another passing one, causing a major explosion. No reasons for how the rails were mutilated, though."

"Hmm, where there any survivors?" Sam asked.

"The driver and a couple of passengers." He said, nodding.

"Have you got any information about their states?" Dean asked.

"Ah yes, the driver is stabilized. Passengers maintain residence in the intensive care unit though."

I skimmed through his mind, not paying attention to the conversation as I tried to find anything useful, but there was nothing important. I looked around, drowning off the rest of the sounds. People were running here and there, and apparently there were still people down there. But something caught my eye. A blonde 16 year old girl, standing still in the middle of the crowd, expressionless. I turned and nudged Sam lightly, who looked down at me, "What is it?"

"Look, right there." I gestured with my head towards where the girl stood. But she was…gone. I heard Sam gasp and followed his gaze, to find it fixated on two men approaching in black suits. Sam nudged Dean, "Get on with it, we gotta leave."

"Thank you, Sir. We'll keep in contact." Dean said a bit too quick and the three of us started jogging back to the car. We quickly got into it and Dean immediately drove off as I caught a glimpse of the officer pointing to where we left. I sighed in relief and slumped back into the seat, "Don't tell me, that's the usual, isn't it?"

Dean laughed and Sam looked back at me, "Good job keeping an eye around, we could've been busted." He smiled at me and I smiled back, feeling rather triumphant. I saw Dean wink at me through the review mirror and I narrowed my eyes at him, "So where are we heading?"

"To the hospital, we've got a driver to question." Dean said, smirking.

"You sure the guy won't be knocked out when we're there, I mean, the accident is huge." Sam said and Dean glanced at him, "Seriously, Sammy?"

"Yeah sorry…whatsoever, what are we going to ask him?" Sam asked again, loosening the tie around his neck. Dean did the same as he held the stirring wheel with one hand. I dropped the illusion and huffed tiredly; it was really wearing me out. Sam glanced back at me, "You okay, Mara?"

"Yes, I'm…fine." I huffed again and smiled at him apologetically. He nodded skeptically and looked forward. Dean spoke up, "Well, of course we'll ask him what happened exactly. What he saw, that crap. It comes in handy." It didn't take us long to park in the hospital's parking lot. We climbed out of the Impala, myself stumbling lightly. Sam steadied me quickly, I grinned at him sheepishly.

"Badges with you, people?" Dean asked as he locked the Impala's door. Sam and I nodded and we walked towards the hospital. I frowned and stopped a bit before we entered. "You sure it'd be safe if I went in there…I mean, it is a hospital." I emphasized the word 'hospital' and could see Sam's face lit with realization, then he frowned.

"I don't know…"Sam said, looking to Dean who was still putting two and two together."Dean, hospital…blood…"

His mouth formed an 'O' then he eyed me skeptically. "I'm sure it'd be fine, you'll be fine right?" He asked hesitantly. I considered the thought and nodded thoughtfully.

"Mara, no need to take the risk." Sam whispered to me as he moved to my side slowly. I shook my head, looking up at him, "It's kind of training. I'll be fine, don't worry. Plus, you are in there too." I smiled at him and he nodded, sighing as we resumed our path through the hospital doors. I locked my jaw as I breathed slowly through my mouth, desperately blocking off the scents in the place.

"Mara, you okay?" I heard Sam ask as I felt his hand at the small of my back, guiding me. I sighed impatiently and spoke through my teeth. "Yes, I am fine. If anyone asks me if I was fine again, I'll start punching things, Sam." I smiled at him and he shook his head, chuckling. We followed Dean through the halls, missing out his conversation with the receptionist of course.

"Room B16, here you are." Dean grinned and knocked on the door lightly, before twisting the knob and opening the door. "Good evening Mr. Highman. This is Agent Turner, Agent Anderson and Agent Parker." Dean gestured over to us as we three showed the guy our badges. Well, I was perfectly hidden behind Sam, but I could see how the guy looked like through his mind. Well, in reality, he didn't really look so good. "We understand you've been a survivor of today's subway crash, would you tell us what happened exactly?"

"I-I was checking the meters as I was getting ready to slow down. You see, we were arriving already, just a few miles from the platform. But suddenly, the metro went off the rails and the next thing I know, I was in a hospital." He stuttered.

"Well, have you noticed anything unusual about the train, the rails?" Sam asked.

"No…Yes, yes I did. I saw this girl. She was standing between both rails." He stammered as he recalled. I could see the blurry vision form in his mind. I frowned as I recalled the features.

"Do you remember what she looked like sir?" Dean asked.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does, Sir. It'll help with the investigations about the accident. So, do you happen to remember how she looked like?" Sam said.

"She was…She was blonde; she looked young, like 15, 16 years old. She was very pale. That's all I can remember, if that does help." He sighed and winced.

"Thank you, Sir. We'll stay in contact if we find any evidence." Dean said and turned to leave. I followed him and Sam followed both of us, shutting the door as we left. We walked silently to the door. Dean went over to the car but I kept walking ahead, as far I can from the hospital by any mean. I sighed deeply and rubbed my forehead, frowning. Sam was standing behind me, "No punches, but are you okay?"

"I guess so." I sighed and saw Dean looking at us through the Impala's window. I nodded and we both got into the car. Dean just didn't wait, "So we got a spirit in our hands?" He looked over at Sam who shrugged. "You know we have to do some research to find that out." He nodded to me and smiled. I rested my head back and sighed.

"So the girl's name is Kate Shelley. She died last year in a subway accident. She was 16 years old, weeks from her 17th birthday. Her father committed suicide after his daughter died in front of his eyes. Her mom, Eliza Shelley, is a widow living with her two twin sons. Here's the address." Sam said as he read off from the paper and handed it to Dean who glanced at it shortly before glancing back at the road, looking amused. "Sammy, you dug out everything overnight, did you sleep?"

"Well actually, Mara did most of the browsing. She's the one who didn't sleep." Sam grumbled. I saw Dean glaring at me through the rearview mirror and I shrugged. He narrowed his eyes and looked back at the road, "So this Kate girl is our Casper?" He asked.

"Well, first, we have to know more information about how she died. That's what we're heading to get." I said as I sat up, reading the signs and looking for our address, "There it is." I pointed at the house and looked at Dean who parked the car slowly. We left the car slowly and climbed the porch steps; Sam knocked on the door slowly.

A blonde woman, probably 37 or so, opened the door and looked at us confusedly. We showed her our badges, "FBI Ma'am, and we're here to ask you some questions." Dean said. She looked at our badges again before moving aside, letting us in. We stepped in, and I curiously looked around. The house was normal, pretty normal to me anyways.

She led us to the living room and we took a seat on the couch. She sat on the chair opposite from us and looked at the three of us curiously, "What did you want to ask me about?"

"We want to ask you about your daughter, Kate Shelley." Dean said. The woman's face paled suddenly and she sighed, looking down. "What about Kate?"

"We need you to tell us what happened on that day, Ma'am." I said slowly, eying her face. She looked up at me. "Why? Why do you want to know about Kate's death?"

"We just need the information; we think her death wasn't normal, planned. And we're collecting evidence. It'd be very helpful if you provided information for us." I answered her calmly, lacing my fingers together. She was hesitant before she looked at me and sighed, shaking her head. I lifted both brows and looked at her, piercing into her eyes as I spoke slowly "You will provide us with the information we need." I said, trying to add as much force as I could to it.

"I will tell you the information we need." She repeated, her voice hypnotized as her pupil dilated slightly and back to normal size. I sighed and frowned, also feeling both Sam and Dean's gazes at the top of my head. I shook my head lightly, shaking off the headache and their concern on me. Eliza took a deep breath and started,

"Kate and Elliot were getting something from downtown, and they needed to use to the subway because it was late at night. When they were waiting, Elliot says that Kate saw something in the rails. She insisted on trying to fix it before the train came and wouldn't listen to Elliot. And then she…she…" Eliza sighed. The three of us were very silent, allowing her to complete her story.

"The train arrived safely, but no one bothered Elliot, who was holding Kate's crumbled body in his hand, asking for help. When he arrived at the hospital, it was already too late. Kate was gone, and so was Elliot. The next day, he went to the same subway and threw himself in front of the metro…and he was gone as well." We heard her sniffle as she looked down. I frowned and looked up at Sam.

"Ma'am, when did Kate die?" Dean asked.

"Tomorrow's the anniversary." She said and nodded quietly. I looked at Dean who seemed deep in thought. I noticed a small picture propped on the coffee table and recognized the girl I saw yesterday; so it was Kate.

I heard Sam speak up, "Thank you, Mrs. Shelley. Sorry to bother you." He stood up and so did Dean and I. I swayed lighted and frowned, but Sam steadied me quickly. She led us back to the door and looked at me, "Tell me if you find anything, will you?" I nodded at her slowly and smiled a bit. She closed the door after we exited and we walked to the car.

"So Sam, hand me those papers again." Dean said as he leaned against the car. Sam reached for the research papers and handed them to Dean, who read them over slowly. Then he reached for the map we bought yesterday and spread it over the hood, glancing between it and the research. He scoffed.

"What? What is it?" Sam asked as he stepped beside him. I looked over to him as well, leaning against the car. He looked up from the paper. "See this; this is the subway Kate and her father were hit in. If we moved back to the platforms on the line, we'll find yesterday's accident scene." Dean said.

"Wait, you're saying that there'll be another accident tonight?" I asked and looked at the map, eyeing the platform between the ones we marked. "There, by that platform, right?" I pointed at it and looked at both of them, who were considering the idea.

"Okay, we know what to do now. We find Kate's grave, dig her out, salt and burn the bones. Then we're done here." Dean said as he folded up the map and climbed into the driver's seat. Sam and I looked at each other; he knew it wasn't right, just like I did. We sighed and climbed into the car anyways.

Dean drove the car to the diner. We hung out there, Sam doing research on his laptop, trying to find the cemetery Kate was buried in, while Dean was busy stuffing his mouth. I laughed at him and stared out of the window. But then, I saw her again. She was just in front of the frosty window. She lifted her hand and started drawing on the glass, before she disappeared again. I read the message slowly out loud, "One Hill Cemetery."

"What?" Sam said as he looked at me over the laptop's screen. Dean looked over at me too. I frowned and tore my gaze from the window. "One Hill Cemetery, that's where she's buried, right?"

Sam looked back at the laptop then at me again, "How did you know?" He eyed me and I shrugged lightly. "I read it in the research yesterday, just came back now." I answered, lying perfectly. He nodded and shut his laptop, looking at his wristwatch, "Okay, if we go any time, we go now."

We left the diner and climbed into the car quickly, speeding off towards the cemetery. It didn't take us long before we arrived. I held the salt and gasoline containers as Sam and Dean led the way with the shovels and the flashlight. Sam searched the headstones until he found Kate's, right beside her father's. I set the containers down and took the flashlight as both of them started digging.

Dean was clashing his shovel against the coffin in no time. They opened it and climbed out as I started shaking the salt onto the bones. Sam splashed the gasoline onto salted bones and Dean threw in the lit match. We watched the fire grow, swallowing up the bones. The fire downed when the bones were ashes, and we together redeemed the grave. As soon as we were done, we walked back to the car and drove back. I rested my head back and almost fell asleep.

"You've got to be shitting me!" I heard Dean curse and sat up quickly, looking around. We were passing by a crowd of people and cars…and black smoke that rose into the dark sky. I searched for the source…

Sam was as shocked as I was. "How? We just burned the bones…only if it wasn't-"

"It wasn't Kate. She was an omen, warning them." I said, horror coloring my voice. When she gave us the cemetery's name, it wasn't to end her; it was to end her own father.

"If it wasn't Kate, then it's definitely her father…Of course it is her father! He fits as our spirit. Kate was protecting all those and her father was the one who killed them." Sam said and Dean slammed his hand against the stirring wheel,

"Damn it! We just can't walk back to the cemetery and dig up another body!"

"Dean, tomorrow's also our chance. We can do it." I said as I heard his breathing calm down and sighed. This was just so messed up. "Let's just, head back to the motel, okay?" I said as I shut my eyes, feeling the headache creeping its way to my head again.

"Mara and I will keep an eye on the subway, you go burn the bones." Sam said as Dean started off the car, heading out to the subway entrance. We had it all planned out. Sam and I would stop the guy, keep him from ruining the rails while Dean salts and burns his bones. Of course, we asked around for any survivors but it seems Elliot had done his job well this time.

"Just be careful both of you. Take the shotguns with you Sammy, and the rock salt." Dean said as he parked in front of the subway. Both of us nodded at Dean's words, once, twice, and thrice. As soon as Dean took off, Sam handed me the shotgun and smiled a bit, "I hope the short aiming session paid off."

I loaded the shotgun and looked up at him, shrugging a bit. "Yeah, me too. Let's go." We hid our shotguns in our jackets as we walked past the crowds of people towards the platform. Silently and quietly, Sam jumped down and I followed him, revealing our weapons now since we were out of sight as we walked through the subway's dark tunnel.

"Stay on guard, he might be anywhere." Sam said. I could clearly see through the darkness, so I was on guard. I heard the flashlight's click as the light shone ahead of me. We kept walking, looking around before I heard Sam's sudden yell, "Mara, duck!"

I went down immediately and he shot just were my head was. I blinked and saw the spirit's figure dissolve into thin air. "He's here." Sam gasped as he helped me to my feet. I saw his figure moving behind Sam and raised my shotgun, aimed to shoot him. But I was too hesitant. He grabbed Sam by the shoulder and flung him against the wall. I tried to keep right aim at him and shot a couple of time, but I'd always miss. I shoved my hand into my pocket and grabbed a handful of salt, sprinkling it in his face. It dissolved again and Sam got up. I rushed to him and helped him up as he dusted the salt off his clothes.

"Come on, he must be somewhere doing something to the rails. Mara, you go ahead and try to stop the train." Sam said as he reclaimed his shot gun. I sighed and frowned looking up at him. His hand hovered over my face a bit before it settled on my shoulder, patting it lightly before both of us turned in different directions. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until I let it out now.

I shook my head and ran ahead, not too far from Sam and not too close to the train. I got my flashlight and lit it, waving it from my place beside the rails…but the train didn't slow down. I huffed and stood onto the rails, waving the flashlight and taking steps back as I did. The train was slowing down, but it felt like it was too late. I heard crashing and gunshot over the train's noise, my heart clenched.

"Hey, what are you doing here young lady?" A guy yelled at me from the window.

"I'm saving your sorry ass, now don't start this thing until I'm back and until I say it's safe, get it?" I yelled at him, itching to leave. The man seemed shocked at my outburst but nodded. I nodded and turned, running towards Sam. But as soon as I arrived there, I heard the train start again. I stomped in frustration and went on my way to see Sam struggling to get up against the wall. I helped him up, and could see his face clearly bruised.

"Didn't you stop it?" Sam asked alarmed. I nodded, "I did, but the driver is too stubborn to listen to me I guess." I grumbled and reopened my flashlight, stepping to the rails again. "Let's just hope he does stop this time." I kept focused on the train, watching ahead for it as I waved my flashlight helplessly. Sam was beside me as well, waving his. But during the waves, I noticed the driver wasn't in the cabin…the train was moving on its own, or not.

I guess our only hope now is to have Dean burn the bones in time…

I froze in place and shut my eyes, feeling Sam's body go rigid behind me as I held my breath. We could hear the train stopping & I slowly peeked through my lashes. I blinked slowly when I saw the train that was only inches away from both Sam and I. We both fell back onto the rails and sighed in relief. Sam's phone went off; he answered it and let it on speaker,

"Hey Sammy, job done here, what about you? You okay? And Mara?"

"Yes, yes we are. We did it." Sam said, his voice still shocked obviously. "We saved them." Sam grinned at me, and I sighed again, feeling a bit triumphant actually. Hell yeah, that felt nice.

"Don't take too long, Mara. We're leaving at dawn, okay?" Dean said as he knocked annoyingly against my room's door. I sighed in frustration, "I will, Dean! I'll just start packing now, okay? Happy?" I yelled back at him and rolled my eyes as he chuckled and left. I huffed and turned to my bag, placing my things back in it.

I heard knocks on the door again, and reached for the knob swinging the door open quickly, "I said I will, De-…." My eyes widened as I looked at the person standing before me. I blinked a couple of times before I found my voice, "Mia…Mia!" I exclaimed as I hugged her. She hugged my back…but it was wrong, something was wrong.

I pulled back and looked at her, almost opening my mouth to speak, but she interrupted me. "Mara, you have to let me protect you. You're in danger." She said quickly, frowning at me. I sighed and grimaced, "No, I said it to you two years ago and I'll say it again, I do not need protection Mia, okay?" I huffed as I stepped aside, letting her in and closing the door.

"But Mara-

"No Mia, no buts. I won't change my mind, I'm sorry." I said as I packed the rest of my things into the bag. "I told you I can perfectly take care of myself. I just want a normal life."

"Hunting, that's a normal life Mara. I don't know what the norm is in the phrase." She said calmly, looking at me. I sighed. "They're helping me get to Dad. I won't hunt forever."

"Wanna bet, Mara? I know you more than you do." She sat beside me and sighed, looking at me as her grey eyes softened, "I'm your keeper, and we're like sisters Mara. Just let me protect you like before."

"I was a child before; I want to feel independent for once in my life. Even now, I feel helpless without a father who only God knows if he has any idea whether I exist!" I exclaimed as I got up, stared out of the window angrily. I tapped my foot for a few seconds, waiting for her to talk then I turned and looked at her, "I'm sorry, Mia. I am…I really did miss you by the way. I didn't want you to really leave."

"I know, but that's what you said." She shrugged and sighed. "You aren't going to...Oh God!"

I looked at Mia who was staring at me with wide eyes, or staring at something behind me with horror filled eyes. I spun around quickly, catching a glimpse of black smoke floating above my head. I gasped and stepped back, knowing what it was. Mia stood behind me helpless, because of my words. In a blink, I choked and felt my breath knock out of me as I faded away.

Cliffhanger? I hope so. I'm sorry if the update was slow. I'm trying my best to update, specially this week. But I can't promise you to update the next week or the week after. So take your time on expectations and give me ideas. My PM inbox is always open. Also, I want more reviews, please? It's my boost.