A/N:

-You guys, if you knew what happened to me you'll seriously excuse me for the MAJOR delay! My laptop got formatted and I lost EVERYTHING! Even my video. [cries] And Sony Vegas won't work anymore. Argh! But I got it eventually [le smug face]
-Anyways, I won't annoy you with my continuous complaining and start writing what I can remember.

Chapter Fifteen:

Mara's POV:

I hugged my knees to my chest as I sat in the stairs, staring ahead at the empty hallway and at the front door. I don't know how long have I been staring at that door, but I know all I have been thinking about was Damon and my conversation yesterday. I half-smiled to myself as I rested my chin onto my knees.

I was curled upon the window seat, my eyes focused on the clear sky of Mystic Falls as I watched silently. My mind just reeled in the rope of events that happened those past days, months. I pulled my brows together suddenly as hugged my knees to my chest tightly, blinking once. I didn't like all of this, if Klaus was right – my presence is just putting these people in danger. And they have no knowledge of the Supernatural, or at least not enough of it, to survive.

But I knew who did. And a sigh escaped through my lips as I looked down.

I probably shouldn't have let the Winchesters go on without me. After all I am, whether I like it or not, a part of this whole apocalypse thing. My eyes averted from the window instinctively and to the night stand, where my 'new' phone was. I've known my father for what seemed to be a few weeks and I already feel like a spoiled child. I rolled my eyes as I darted to stand in front of the nightstand, my fingers curling around the phone and holding it for a moment as I deliberated my possibilities.

"Calling someone?" I heard Damon's voice from the door frame and locked my jaw as I tossed the phone to the bed, spinning now to flash a genuine smile at him. I couldn't help it. He rolled his eyes and suddenly he was behind me, pushing me forward towards the door and out of the guest room – or supposedly my room. "Move, move. We have some bonding time to achieve."

"What?" I breathed as I laughed, shaking my head. I tried to stop, but I hadn't gotten a handle of my 'strength' yet. And eventually I was on the porch stairs in no time. I scowled and glanced back at him, "Where to now?"

He arched his brows and rolled his eyes. "Let's see if you can catch up with me!" And suddenly, his figure was no longer beside me. My eyes trailed along the direction of the wind before I darted after him, pushing my legs forward and so I've quickly caught up with him. He glanced sideways at me, and almost sped up. But I left him no option, and quickly pounced on him, tackling him to the ground.

We finally settled on what seemed to be sand. I laughed and shot to my feet, folding my arms over my chest. "I win!" I yelled loudly, arrogance coloring my playful tone. He sat up and grinned at me. "I like your attitude, you're like a mini-me."

"What?" I exclaimed, throwing my arms in the air as I laughed. "You mean a female you! Do I look like mini?"

"Exactly." He laughed now and turned away from me. I narrowed my eyes and glanced sideways, only to be met by the clear blue of a lake shimmering beneath the sun. I stared, and my mind rolled back the only memory of such sight; when I was waiting for Sam and Dean in Richmond. I couldn't contain the sigh that left my lips as my gaze dropped to the sand beneath my feet.

I felt Damon's eyes on me, and his hand was suddenly on my shoulder. "Maralyn?"

I glanced back at him and smiled faintly. "I'm fine."

He rolled his eyes. "I didn't ask whether you were fine or not; and your reply alone proves you're not."

I almost opened my mouth to protest, but then I shut it again with a snap. I pursed my lips and let my eyes roam the scenery around us, not really wanting to see the expression on Damon's face. I kind of already expected what he'd have on his face.

"You can go to them. I can understand how it is to have…unfinished business." I heard him say, confidently to my surprise.

My eyes snapped to his face and it was as serious as when we were on 'Klaus-hunt'. I pulled my brows together as I narrowed my eyes. "You..You sure?"

"Positive!" He nodded quickly and smiled. "You have a job to do, and you feel you can't feel relaxed until it's done. Just..stay clear out of big bird's way. He looks at you a lot." He snickered and I playfully slapped his arm, "Dad!"

"But no, be careful." He said again, and this time I saw the seriousness in his eyes again. I smiled and nodded once. I breathed out loudly. "Guess I gotta call Mia."

My head snapped to where the dining room was when I felt the familiar cold breeze erupt from it. I sighed, frustrated as I stood onto my feet. I made no effort as I walked slowly to the dining room, only to stare at Mia as she stood across from me, her eyes rigid. I tried to convince myself she had no idea of what Klaus had told me. "Did you know? What I am?" I asked remotely as I stared at her.

She pursed her lips and looked down, before lifting her hand to run her fingers through her hair. She pushed her hair back and lifted her brows. "So you know."

I echoed her words, yet in a colder tone, statically. "So you know."

"Of course I know." She murmured as she glanced around. "I would've told you –

"When?" I exploded, not really giving mind to the people sleeping upstairs.

"When the time would've been right." She answered calmly. I gaped at her, shaking my head disbelievingly.

"So, where they orders? Keeping who I am from 'me'? Keeping my role in the prophecy of the Apocalypse a secret?" I spoke, hissed, through my teeth as my hands fisted at my sides.

She glanced up at me and pulled her brows together. "It was for your own safety."

"Oh, humor me, Mia!" I boomed in an angry tone. "My own safety? Or was it to keep others from knowing I exist?"

"Well, both! But you went ahead and ruined both by associating with the Winchesters!" She hissed at me now.

"What?" I shook my head fiercely. "What do Sam & Dean have to do with this?"

"Well, they are the number one wanted hunters on the list of every living monster in this universe. Just by accompanying them, you made a neon sign saying 'I'm the awaited hybrid!'"

"You probably should've told me in the first place!"

"I had no choice." She said quietly. I shook my head slowly as I turned to leave. I stopped walking, and let out a deep breath through my nose before I spoke again. "No. You had no will."

I stomped my way to the front door and reached for the knob. Careful not to crush the metal knob, I twisted it and swung the door forcefully as I stomped out to the porch and slammed the door shut. I sat on the porch stairs and rested my hands at either my sides on the wooden surface, drumming my nails against it quietly now.

The door swung open, and it seemingly snapped me out of my reverie. I muttered under through my teeth loud enough for her to hear me, "No Mia. I don't want to talk. Leave."

"Thank God I'm not Mia." I heard Sam's dark chuckle and my eyes quickly widen as I twisted to look back, up at him. I blinked and almost tried to speak, but I just pursed my lips and averted my gaze back to the lane ahead of me. "I heard you fight." He said quickly as knelt down to take a seat on the stairs beside me, letting out a gruff breath as he relaxed onto the cold wood. My heart froze at his words, and it seems that my body only registered now the snow around; I shivered.

"You must be freezing!" He exclaimed as edged closer to me, placing his arm around my shoulder. I felt warm. Oddly warm, not the normal physical warm. Warm. The goose bumps on my skin never subsided, but my body relaxed into the warm hold. I narrowed my eyes, not allowing myself to lean into his chest as I just stared ahead and muttered a quiet "Thank you."

"Whatever is going on between you and Mia, it'll work out. I've been there, trust me." He said quietly as he rubbed my shoulder. I nodded once silently, and my mind toyed with topics to change this conversation. I quickly asked, "Why are you up so early?"

His body tensed, but his hand never ceased to stop the warming motion. I glanced up at his face sideways through the corner of my eyes before finally turning my neck to fully look at him. Deciding to ease the matter, I just replied to my own question. "Grabbing breakfast? Pie for Dean and something for Ben, huh?"

I heard his prolonged sigh as his body edged to relaxation. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe something for you too."

"Then you better get going while it's still early." I said, as I smiled warmly at him. He glanced sideways at me, and I could see the gratefulness in his eyes. I could also hear his silent request. KeepthisfromDean.And though I didn't know what this was, I nodded once firmly. He stood up and then looked up at the door. "You should go inside. It's cold…and Mia left."

I nodded again as I quickly wrapped my arms around my small torso, standing onto my feet now. I watched as he fished a key for one of Bobby's cars from his pocket and made his way into the salvage. I stood there, waiting. I heard the roar of a rusted motor and I saw a Chevy truck, Sam in the front seat, driving out and into the road.

I sighed, confused as I turned to walk back in. To my surprise, I heard shifting upstairs. And it was probably Dean. I settled on my initial spot on the end of the stairs again as I heard him trudge downstairs. He glanced down at me now. "Hey Mara, d'you see Sam?"

"Mhm, yeah. He just headed out to get some breakfast." I said nonchalantly as I looked up at him. My eyes settled on the paper printed out in his hand, and I pulled my brows together. "Case?"

"Poltergeist. Not so far away." He said, and his lips stretched out into a huge grin. I laughed and rolled my eyes. "You must be aching for some normal job, huh?"

"Hells yeah!" He yelled as leapt over the last couple of stairs and diverted towards the kitchen. I stood up now and called. "You know what, Dean? I know where Sam is. I'll go help him with the 'shopping' to get him back fast enough for you not to lose your mind over the job. "

"Yeah, sure." He said breathlessly as he gulped down the beer. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the coat stand beside the front door, pulling it on slowly. "And be quick. I'm hungry!" He exclaimed as I swung the door open. I laughed and nodded now as I stepped out into the peaceful atmosphere.

Sam's POV:

I parked the car in front of the old gas station and turned it off. I shoved the keys into my pocket as I climbed out of the car, not really finding the need to camouflage it. I walked with firm steps through the layer of thick snow towards the locked up one-story building, which was now unlocked. I placed my palm against the door and pushed it forward, wincing at the silent creak it made, before I walked in.

"Ruby?" I called hesitantly as I stepped in.

"It's about time, Sam. I was starting to think you bailed on me." I heard the familiar cocky voice and glanced sideways to let my gaze settle and focus on the small figure standing at the end of the dark room. She took a step closer and tossed a flask towards me. My hand reached out eagerly to catch it, before I twisted the lid off and raised it to my lips. I gulped down the crimson liquid hungrily now, and the flask was empty in no time.

"Wow, Sam. You're gonna need a stock." She said with a smirk. I refused to look at her as my eyes roamed the dark room, only to settle on the human figure tied down to a chair at the other end of the room. The only inhumane and visible feature was its black glistening eyes as it stared at me, the arrogant smirk twisted onto its lips. I scowled.

"What is it, Sammy? Couldn't stay off the booze?" The demon spat as it canted its head sideways. I felt the anger build up inside me as I snapped my eyes down to its level. "Shut up, you bitch."

"Me? Bitch? I'm thinking you're 'her' bitch actually." It said in an almost happy manner as it gestured its head towards Ruby.

"Sam, are you going to let that low live keep talking? Or shall I take it out myself?" I heard her sheathing her bewitched demon knife and I shook my head fiercely. "No! I can do this."

I lifted my hand and held it to where I sensed the demon concentrated in the girl's body. I fisted it, grabbing a firm hold of the black smoke inside the girl and I slowly yet forcefully started pulling my hand upward; pulling the demon out. I swallowed, more like gulped as I peeked through my eyes at the smoke dissolving into the ground. I stared at the girl as her head dropped onto her chest, waiting for her to regain consciousness, too scared to feel her pulse.

"She's dead." Ruby announced loudly, almost disappointedly. I sighed frustratingly and ran my fingers through my hair. "Don't do that. You've rusted from the lack of training. A few more of this and you'll be saving live more than what you think you took." She said encouragingly. I glanced sideways at her, and muttered darkly. "I need more blood."

"Sure." She smirked as she reached for a pocket knife. She flipped it open, and traced the blade roughly against the skin of her forearm, leaving a trail of crimson across her arm. My eyes widened with thirst as I took wide steps towards Ruby, my hands grabbing her arm firmly and familiarly curling my lips around the bleeding wound, sucking in the blooding into my mouth.

I heard a gasp and quickly pulled away to trail my eyes to where the sound came from, and they settled on the twin sapphire orbs staring at me with revolt and fear through the withered glass of the window. Taking two steps back, I could finally see Mara's pale face as she pulled her brows together. And if I had blinked, I would've missed the fact that she was gone.Shit.

I glanced back at Ruby helplessly who held out the flask, refilled this time. "Try to be economic in your consummation. I'm not always around." I nodded quickly as I tucked the flask into my jacket pocket. My heart raced, thumped hard against my rib cage as I rushed out of the small cottage. I glanced around and saw nothing but the Chevy, which had a trunkful of grocery bags. I closed my eyes frustratingly and sighed through my teeth before I paced firmly through the snow and back to the car. I climbed into it in no time, started it and took off.

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel with all the strength I had, fueled by anger. I saw Mara's terrified face over and over again in my head and silently cursed under my breath. I shouldn't have let this start again.

I slowly eased the car in the lane in front of Bobby's house, and from a distance I could see Mara sitting on the porch stairs where I left, staring at the car as I parked. I got out, and slammed the rusty door shut, but I never got the chance to move towards her because she was behind me…picking up the bags from the trunk. "Dean thinks I went to get you, I thought it'd look more logic if we walked in together." She glanced up at me and smiled faintly, her face still pale.

"Mara wait…what you saw…" I started slowly as she handed me some grocery bags as well. I held onto them and looked down onto her now darkened features. She shook her head and swallowed. "We talk about this later, Sam. I can't criticize you if I do the same."

I stared at her as she walked ahead of me towards the door, tapping her foot against it. "Bobby! It's freezing, open the door!" She yelled loudly as I followed her, standing behind her just a little bit. Bobby swung the door open and Mara laughed. "Morning!"

She walked in, directly towards the kitchen. I figured if she acted out everything was fine, I could it as well. I followed her to the kitchen now and placed the bags onto the counter. I stood at the door frame, and watched her intently as she fished out the pie and held it out to Dean who was obviously standing behind me. "Yes!" I heard him mutter happily as he turned to leave the kitchen, "Hey Sammy, I got traces on a job."

I left Mara in the kitchen as she was making something and followed Dean to the dining room were the laptop was set up onto the browser, papers scattered everywhere on the table. I arched my brows amusedly as I muttered under my breath yet loud enough for Dean to hear me. "Well, you've been working."

He glanced back at me and winked. "Well, someone should have. You were busy going around, and I was busy being a parent. Responsibility is in the job prescription."

"Right.." I nodded knowingly to his words and rolled my eyes. "We'll see how responsible you've gotten."

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes before sitting back where he was in front of the laptop, scrolling through the pages. I placed my palm on the table and leaned my weight onto it as my eyes instinctively scanned through the titles.

"You know the scenario of that movie, Paranormal Activity?" Dean asked as he clicked on the title. I nodded once and quickly started. "Don't tell me /that's/ the job, Dean."

"No, if it's the same scenario I wouldn't have given damn about it. It's a college dorm. And two kids died last week." Dean said quickly as he scrolled through page slowly, allowing me to read the headlines and the article. I scowled at the details of the deaths. "Dragged down the stairs..to pieces? How could they let something like that get published?"

Dean shrugged confusedly, "Unless it's a lie. But we have to make sure, no need to let more kids die."

"So you're suggesting it's a.." My voice trailed off with thought as I glanced down at Dean.

"Poltergeist." I heard Mara say as she walked into the dining room, placing a plate of pancakes away from the papers. Ben was following her, and he slid into his seat as he looked down at his plate. He glanced up at Mara and smiled faintly, muttering. "Thank you."

Mara smiled and nodded before she turned to us, "You say it's a poltergeist, Dean. There must be a back story."

"There is. But only the locals know it." Dean replied, his mouthful of pie now.

"So we're going to where exactly?"

"Well here's the thing, this whole thing. It's in a private technical institute in Laramie."

"Huh, spoiled geeks." I said quickly.

"Exactly." He nodded as he stuffed his mouth with pie again.

"It's simple." Mara said as she folded her arms over her chest. "We take off tomorrow morning, ask around as journalists for the whole story and see if they're just messing with the press for money or if it's real"

"Hope it's real." Dean said when he swallowed, and I rolled my eyes. I glanced back at Mara, who looked at me in return in a yet studying gaze. She shook her head, as if snapping out of a haze and looked at Dean again. "You do realize if it's real two kids would be already dead, right?"

"Mh, yeah..." Dean grumbled quietly now.

"Can I come?" Ben's small voice interrupted the conversation.

"Absolutely not!" Dean exclaimed and shook his head. "You're staying with Bobby till we get back. I want and plan on keeping you safe Ben, you must understand that. "

Ben nodded slowly and smiled a bit as he hopped off the chair. He looked up at Mara gain and muttered. "Thanks." Mara nodded warmly as he left the dining room. She sighed loudly and reached for the plate, disappearing again. Yet in the matter of a few minutes she was back, she glanced down at Dean. "Do we need new ID's? I need some air anyways." Dean nodded quietly and grinned at her. She rolled her eyes and left the room. In a few minutes, I heard the front door slam. I winced at the sound before glancing down at Dean, who as well got to his feet and grabbed his plate. "I'll go talk to Ben." I nodded once at him as he left and sat down where he used to sit.

And I was left alone to myself and my thoughts. I sighed.

A/N: Yeah, yeah! I know it's short! But honestly I think y'all should be thankful I found the determination finish it. And you'll have to excuse and mistakes and typos throughout the chapter because I'm writing with only one eye open and one side of the brain aware of what's going on in my life. The weather is cold, too much pressure from school. I feel proud of the ideas I came up with in the final minutes. Well, either way I hope the chapter was good and I would really REALLY appreciate some reviews! That will just boost my determination on finishing another chapter and I'd be grateful. Thank you guys. xo