Since I can never seem to find a Sam/OC fic lately I thought I'd start one that I don't plan on making very long. I wanted to do something original that doesn't follow so strictly to the episodes like my other one and I really wanted to write something that takes place right after the finale that just aired for this season. I'll be writing quite a bit of this story in my free time but depending if people seem interested is whether I'll keep it up (because I do still have another Sam story I am working on). So let me know if you want me to keep this one going!

"Must be some night you're having."

I eyed the bartender as he made my drink behind the counter. He had a conversational tone to his voice and when he caught my raised brow he added on, "It's not often I'm serving shots of whiskey to young ladies so early in the evening."

"Tonight isn't any different from my usual," I said in short.

The man eyed me curiously before setting the shot glass in front of me. I drained the contents easily and set the empty glass back down, holding the bartender's gaze.

"How bout a Jack and Coke on the house?" he asked me as he retrieved the glass.

"Free drinks always improve a night," I replied dryly.

My eyes caught a game of baseball playing on a TV to my right. Transfixed, I watched for awhile waiting for the alcohol to kick in and help me unwind. I was vaguely aware of some college kids entering; they were loud and already drunk, that much was obvious.

"Thanks," I said when the bartender set my new drink down in front of me.

Without another word, he made his way over to the rowdy group college kids and started getting drinks for them.

More people were slowly filing into the bar as time crept on, but I kept to myself, or at least tried to until three people sat down a few seats away from where I was. Without meaning to I overheard part of their conversation. From my peripheral view I saw two men and a young woman huddled over the counter.

"You just stay here, no matter what," a gruff male voice said just barely above the music. "Pull any heroics and I'll send your ass to Canada."

I shifted in my seat, my curiosity now peaked. Running a finger around the rim of my glass, I watched as the two men were fidgeting on their barstools.

"Alright, I got it," the girl responded with a hint of humor in her voice.

One of the bartenders behind the counter took their drink order. Moments later he was handing them three bottles of beer. Even as they sat sipping from their drinks, the two males kept eyeing the room as if they were looking for someone.

"I'm feeling a sense of déjà vu," the girl said randomly and nudged the tallest man with her arm.

"That's not funny, Charlie," the man said back to her sounding tired.

"Maybe tonight is the night," she said, obviously ignoring him.

He let out a deep cough into his hand that seemed to last a long time. It caused both of his companions to sit stiffly in their stools.

"Alright, enough," the other man replied gruffly, ceasing all jokes.

The taller one excused himself suddenly for the bathroom and my eyes followed his path.

"Hi there!"

I jumped, sloshing part of my drink onto the bar counter. The young girl was sitting next to me suddenly; her bright red hair seemed even brighter up close.

Had they caught me eavesdropping?

"Hi," I replied cautiously.

The man who hadn't left for the bathroom got up and sat down beside her now, his eyes scanning me silently.

"You looked lonely sitting here by yourself, figured you could use some company."

"That's a little forward," I said stiffly, not liking the sudden attention.

The guy on the seat behind her made the fakest cough into his hand and I could have sworn I caught the word 'Christo'. I saw him narrowing his eyes at me, scrutinizing my actions.

So they were hunters. And tracking a demon.

The girl, who I had heard called Charlie earlier, didn't seem phased by my disinterest in her at all. Instead, she waved off the man beside her and turned back to me muttering "older brothers".

"I told them I just wanted a quiet night at home for my twenty-second birthday, but they wouldn't hear of it," she continued to rattle on.

"Twenty-second birthday, huh?" I asked absentmindedly as I watched the man beside her get up and meet the other by a back door, a bright 'exit' sign glaring above them.

I barely heard what she was saying next because it looked as if the two men were making to head out the back door. They were huddled together and whispering to each other. The taller of the two looked unnaturally pale; paler than he had looked before when he had been sitting at the bar.

"Is your brother okay?" I asked Charlie suddenly before I could staunch my curious interest.

She stopped abruptly, clearly in the middle of some story that seemed rehearsed. She glanced over her shoulder at the two men and I took note of the frown on her face.

"He has a cold," she answered.

"Looks worse than a cold," I said. "Do you really think it's a good idea for him to be hunting a demon in that state?"

"That's what Dean and I keep telling him but he…" she stopped abruptly, her eyes wide, and threw a hand over her mouth. "Christo," she said suddenly.

I shook my head, "It isn't me. I'm a hunter too."

"Oh thank God," she said relieved before throwing another glance over to where the men had just been standing. "I'm not really a hunter," she admitted, "I'm just sort of tagging along at the moment. It's kind of complicated."

"It always is," I told her in understanding.

"So were you working this case too?" She asked, eyeing the now practically empty glass of Jack and Coke in my hand.

"No, just passing through," I said absently.

"It seems like such a lonely life," she said after a moment.

"It's better not to make attachments in this career path," I replied simply.

She took a sip of her beer and glanced up at the baseball game I had been halfheartedly watching earlier.

"I'll be right back, ladies room," I said suddenly to her.

Making my way down to the darkened hallway where the restrooms were located, I heard a thud. It had come from outside by the back door the two men had left through minutes before. Stopping, I bit my lip and contemplated whether I should check to make sure these men were alright. The one guy had looked really ill.

Before I could stop myself, I pushed open the metal door. It barely had shut behind me before I was reaching for the knife inside of my jacket pocket. The tallest of the two was unresponsive by the dumpster while the second man was pinned to the brick wall. His nose was bleeding profusely. The man holding him whipped his head around so fast it almost caused me to jump in shock. His eyes flashed black briefly before a sadistic smile covered his lips.

"What do we have here?" he cooed before roughly grabbing the man by the chin and forcing his barely conscious self to look at me. "That's news to me. The Winchesters working with another hunter?"

Winchesters? They were supposed to be like…legends. Why were they getting their asses handed to themselves by one demon?

"Doesn't matter, I'll kill you all. Crowley would love to use your heads to decorate Hell with," the demon said with a chuckle before dropping the man on the ground.

"Run," the man croaked out weakly to me, "Get out of here."

"Shut up, I'm trying to save your ass," I shot at him.

"Cute," the demon teased, his eyes flashing back to black.

He lunged at me, grabbing me by the throat and slamming me back into the wall. For a moment I felt all the air in my lungs disappear and I let out a choking cough. It wasn't until now that I realized I was feeling some of the effects of those drinks I had earlier. Fighting the growing nausea, I jammed the knife I had been holding into the demon's side. A look of pain mingled with surprise etched across his face before his grip slackened and he staggered backwards. He lit up in flames briefly before vanishing entirely.

I took a deep breath to steady myself and stem the growing nausea before turning my attention to the man who was still conscious on the ground.

"You alright?" I asked him as I made my way over and knelt down.

I helped him up into a sitting position and he immediately clutched at one of his ribs.

"How's Sammy?" he asked me between deep, labored breaths.

Assuming he meant the unresponsive man by the dumpster, I got up immediately at the concern on his face and made my way over to the man.

He was sprawled on the ground, his skin looked even more abnormally pale up close and there was a bruise on his forehead. Pushing his brown hair from his neck, I checked for a pulse.

"He's unconscious, but seems fine other than that," I said hesitantly and glanced back at the other man who was attempting to stand up. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," he replied stubbornly as he made his way over and began trying to hoist the other man up from the ground.

"Here, let me help," I offered.

Together we managed to lift him into a standing position, but the weight of him nearly broke my back in the process.

"I got him," the man said as he staggered a little under the other's weight. "Who are you, anyway?"

"Sierra Costella. I heard that demon mention you're the Winchesters?"

The man grunted and awkwardly offered me his hand to shake.

"Dean," he introduced himself. "And this is my brother Sam. He's more polite when he's conscious."

I grinned briefly as he smiled at his own joke. "I met your friend inside. Claimed to be your sister, but if the Winchesters had a sister I think that would be common knowledge."

A stern look crossed Dean's face. "She shouldn't be saying that, some idiot demon might believe it and think she'd make a good target."

"Right…" I said beginning to feel a little awkward now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

"Would you mind telling her to meet us by the car?" Dean asked me suddenly as he started maneuvering his brother and himself down the alleyway.

"Yeah, sure," I said.

Popping back in through the door I had just come out of, I spotted the girl Charlie at the bar absently sipping on her beer and watching the baseball game. She looked bored until she caught sight of me.

"Really long bathroom break," she said with a grin. "Who was he?"

I froze up suddenly before she broke into a laugh. "Kidding! But seriously, what kept you?"

"Your friends needed a little help. Dean wanted me to tell you to meet him by the car."

A serious expression took over her face and she nodded her head. Finishing the last of her beer, she hopped down off the barstool and took a few steps before stopping and glancing back at me.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked.

Standing there dumbfounded, I shook my head. "No?"

"Oh come on, you aren't planning on heading out to the next town already, are you? We've got rooms at—"

"You shouldn't be announcing where you're staying in the middle of a bar," I said, fighting back a grin, but I stood and followed her outside.

We found Dean leaning against his car only a block from the bar; he was drumming his fingers on the hood of it when we approached.

"The famous Impala," I said in moderate awe. "I've heard about her."

Dean grinned and gave his car a loving pat.

"You mind if we bring this party back to our room?" Charlie asked Dean hopefully before glancing over at me. "Of course, if you aren't busy," she added to me.

"It's barely ten, you can spare some time to have a beer with us, right?" Dean asked as he turned to me. "It's not often we run into many hunters. Plus we owe you for saving us."

"I suppose I have some time," I told the two.

Charlie gave me the details of where they were staying, Dean supplying brief directions.

"See you soon!" Charlie said excitedly before hopping into the back of the car.

I headed in the opposite direction, passing the bar on the way. Out of instinct I glanced down the alley. It was still empty.

"Beer?" Charlie offered the moment she opened the motel door.

I thanked her and took the bottle as I entered the room. Dean was leaning against the headboard of one of the three beds, a beer in his hand as well. Charlie led me to a little sofa where she reunited with her drink and her laptop. She closed the laptop, mumbling something about checking on a download of something.

"Your brother up and about I assume?" I asked Dean.

"Yeah, he's fine. Just cleaning up," he answered me, pointing towards what I guessed was the bathroom. "Should be out in a minute so you can meet him while he's conscious." He sat more upright now and asked, "How'd you know we were hunters?"

I smiled a little remembering the moment in the bar. "You guys had me the moment you said 'Christo'."

Dean grinned before taking a drink of his beer. "Of course."

Many questions for him started forming in my head; they had been ever since I had found out who they were. Strange things had been circulating through the hunter grapevine over the last week and they all centered around the Winchesters. I lost my train of thought when the bathroom door opened though and Dean's brother stepped into the room. He was in just a pair of jeans, clutching a towel in one hand. Feeling like my face was burning, I turned my attention to my beer and took a long drink, trying to avoid Charlie's now smiling face.

"First motel in days with hot water," he said in a deep voice.

Dean cleared his throat and made a motion with his head in my direction.

Sam suddenly smiled sheepishly and tossed the towel over his shoulder before crossing the room to me, his arm outstretched.

"Hi, I'm Sam. Dean told me how you saved us. We owe you," he said as he shook my hand.

"Sierra," I introduced myself, fighting the color from rising to my cheeks as I shook his hand, "and don't worry about it, just doing my job."

He crossed back towards a bed that had an open duffle bag on it and pulled out a shirt. I forced myself to look away but not before noticing he didn't look as pale as he had earlier. As curious as I was, I knew it would be rude to question him about it, and for some reason he had my tongue drying up in my mouth from nerves.

"That's an interesting knife you have," Dean spoke up suddenly, causing me to jump.

I tried to ignore Charlie's grinning face as I turned my attention to Dean. "So I've been told many times."

"What is it?"

I shrugged. "Family heirloom. My grandfather gave it to me years ago. I don't know much about it, but my grandfather always told me it could kill any demon. Much more efficient than an exorcism."

"Interesting," Dean mused as he stared at his beer bottle. "We've got a similar sort of knife, but the demons don't burn up like that when you stab them with it."

"How about we talk about something less boring?" Charlie piped up suddenly and ignored the look Dean shot at her. "Where are you from Sierra?"

"Nowhere really," I told her, not entirely wanting to get too personal. "I grew up on the road."

"So did we," Sam said from across the room, catching my eye.

"So you've been hunting your whole life?" Dean asked me.

I nodded in response and purposefully broke eye contact with Sam to take a drink from the bottle in my hands. "I was raised by my grandfather. I got out for awhile though and tried college."

"Really?" Sam asked. He made his way over to the makeshift dining area beside the sofa and sat into one of the chairs. "I went to Stanford for a bit," he glanced briefly to his brother and they shared a look before he turned back to me. "Didn't really work out though."

"Why does every conversation come back to hunting?" Charlie asked. "Can't we discuss something cheerful?"

Sam burst into another fit of coughs, his hand covering his mouth tightly. When he recovered, I could have cut the tension in the room with the knife in my pocket. It all made sense when I spotted the blood in his hand though.

"Are you alright?" I asked him, feeling stupid as the question left my mouth.

"I'm fine," he said with a halfhearted smile before heading back into the bathroom.

Silence enveloped the room. I could hear the faucet in the bathroom running as Sam cleaned the blood off of his hands, but the tension was still present.

"I think I should get a room and let you guys get back to what you need to do," I said the moment Sam came back.

"What?" Charlie said in sudden alarm. "Stay! Please!"

"I'm getting tired," I told her, which wasn't an entire lie. "It was nice meeting you all."

"If you aren't leaving too soon in the morning we should meet up for breakfast," Sam suggested.

"Yes!" Charlie said excitedly, glancing between the two of us.

I bit my lip in contemplation. I really wasn't in the middle of anything and I did have time in the morning.

"How about you come back here at nine tomorrow morning and before we head our separate ways we get some breakfast?" Sam said.

I glanced at Dean who only said, "I'm not going to turn food down."

"Alright, I suppose I have the time," I said slowly.

"Great!" Charlie exclaimed. "See you in the morning then!"

I smiled back at her and was a little surprised to see Sam heading over to get the door for me on my way out.

"Thanks," I said, briefly meeting his eyes and feeling my cheeks burn.

He smiled in response and I quickly turned away hoping he hadn't noticed my blush. It was common knowledge in the hunting community that the Winchesters were real lookers, but all the talk never did them justice once you saw them in person.

Without wasting anymore time, I made my way to the lobby and got myself a room. If this place had hot water I was definitely going to take advantage of that before I fell asleep.