A town where death was cheated. It sounded like a good place to be, but the Natural order of things was disrupted in this town. Nature couldn't keep its course if people who were meant to die, didn't. The scales were tipping, and it was for a reason. I had learnt that in a small town in Wyoming, people were not dying, cancer patients, people shot, they simply won't die. As if death took a holiday. The Winchesters surely would be in this case, and tracking them became second nature.

I stood in front of the motel door, they were staying in; The Broken Saddle Motel. Cheap, not five-star material, but it did for them. I inhaled a deep breath, I hadn't had contact with either of them since Truman High. I left them mid-case, as it was personal to them, and I didn't want to get in their way, but I saved their arses. I would rather have watched them die, but Lilith had plans for them both. Without realizing, I was knocking softly on the hard wood of their door. The room became quiet, probably trying to listen to who it was on the other side.

"I love this game of cat and mouse, but I'm not in the mood. So, open the damn door," my brilliant american accent came swaying through the door, alerting the men to my presence. I could hear rushed footsteps coming to the door, and within a second it swung open to reveal Dean staring at me with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Martha?" Was his only reply, as I entered the room without an invitation, while I grabbed his mug off of him in the process.

"It's like fate bringing us together," I remarked, not allowing Dean to interject about his coffee, as I sipped on the hot liquid. "Might just pack a bag and go on the road with you guys," I chuckled at the thought, making Sam and Dean fake a smile at the idea. "Don't worry, I sleep clothed... If you count socks as clothes," I teased while flashing my eyebrows up at them both as they were within my eyesight. "Anyway, I've found out that there's been no deaths since a kid died ten days ago. And by the look of it, you already know," my eyes met with the laptop screen Sam had on the table he was sitting at. But they were silent, their eyes flickering one another and to me, as if to process me being here.

"Where have you been? You ditched us again," Sam was the one to speak up, his eyes holding a gleamer of hurt.

"I knew you both could handle it, and I felt in the way," I spoke the half-truth, I knew they were capable of defeating the Ghost. If I wasn't there, they could have ended up dead.

"That's seems to be your excuse lately," Dean pipes up, making me cock my eyes over to him as he stood at the small kitchen in the room. "Seems to pop in whenever it suits you," Dean held back his anger slightly.

"Really, after everything. You still have doubts?" I responded bitterly, cocking my eyes between both brothers. "Fine... After this case, you don't have to see me again," they made my blood boil, they were not very trusting people. "These souls don't seem to be going into the light, or dragged there," I went back to the task at hand, wanting to finish this case and get out of their hair. The deal with Lilith was going to be over, being around them did something to me, and it wasn't in my character. I noticed Sam pulled a face, to question my statement as if it was a possibility.

"Maybe 'cause there's no one around to carry them," Sam replies, eyes meeting with me, before they flicked to his brother.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked curiously.

"Well, Grim Reapers -- that's what they do, right? Schlepp souls. So, if death ain't in town-"

"Then nobody's dying," Dean finished off Sam's sentence, knowing where this was going. "So what? The local reaper's on strike? Playing the back nine?" I let out a sigh, while I rolled my eyes at Dean who was opposite me, but he leaned forward grabbing the mug out of my grasp, and took it back in his. "I don't know, Sam," he finished off, leaning back to his original position, and took a sip of the warm liquid.

"Well, then, let's talk to somebody who might,"

"Well, last I checked, huggy bear ain't available," Dean remarks, offering a playful smile.

"No, dude, the kid-" Sam quickly spoke, not wanting to linger on Dean's humor.

"The Kid? The Kid's a doornail," Dean cuts off Sam.

"Exactly," Sam states, knowing that it's a wild thought, but I knew what he was thinking of doing. "Look, if he was the last person to die around here, then maybe he's seen something. We should talk to him," Sam was speaking as if this was routine, and normal in everyday life. Dean chuckles softly to himself.

"I love how matter-of-fact you are about that... Strange lives," he states before raising the mug to his

"Oh it's going to get stranger. Summoning this kid so you can chit-chat about what's been going on here," I announced to the boys, but my eyes were locked on Sam. "Do you even know how?" I arched an eyebrow up at him, not sure if he's done this before.

"I can do it," he was so confident in that, and somehow I believed him.

"Well, you're not the only know-it-all. I'll help you prepare for the ritual," I offered my aid as bluntly as I could, I didn't want them to end up dying after all of this...

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Night descended on Earth, and we got to work. We were at the town's cemetery, and stood at the grave of the kid. My eyes glazed over the tombstone of the child. 'Beloved son. Cole Griffith. 1997 - 2009. Forever in our memories' this small tombstone had written on, it was a lovely thought. I had arranged the five candles that were surrounded around a pentacle, which was drawn on a cloth spread over the grave. Sam places a bundle of sticks in the center of the pentacle, as Dean sits across from Cole's tombstone, flipping through their Father's journal.

"You sure this is gonna work?" Dean's words flew through the cold air, but I didn't feel a thing. I adjusted to the cold, in my time in Salem. My eyes rose to meet his gaze.

"No. But if his spirit's around, this should smoke him out," Sam gave him the truth, and poured something into the bowl which was also on the cloth. I also see Dean close the journal, not liking the idea of this. "What?" Sam knew his brother best, and this was bothering him.

"This job is jacked, that's what,"

"How so?" I asked with curiosity.

"You want me to gank a monster or torch a corpse. Hey, let's light it up, right. But this... If we fix whatever this is, people are gonna start dropping dead. Good people," Dean's eyes flicked between Sam and I, as his 'speech' was supposed to be heartwarming.

"Look, I don't want them to die, either, Dean, but there's a natural order," Sam states the truth, as he slowly rises to his feet.

"You're kidding, right?"

"What?" Sam didn't know where he was going with this.

"You don't see the irony in that? I mean, you and me, we're like the poster boys of unnatural order. All we do is ditch death," Dean was really going all out on this.

"Care to put it to the test?" I remarked with a smug smile on my face, but Dean just dismissed my comment.

"Yeah, but the normal rules don't really apply to us, do they?" Sam was trying to help Dean to see some logic in their situation. Dean remained silent for a second, before chuckling at the idea his younger brother was offering.

"We're no different than anybody else," Dean wanted to believe that they were ordinary folk, and they did this because they were good people.

"I beg to differ," my voice was low, as Dean met my gaze, but I drifted from him.

"I'm infected with Demon blood, you've been to Hell. Look, I know you want to think of yourself as Joe the Plumber, Dean, but you're not. Neither am I," Sam was going all out on his speech. "The sooner you accept that, the better off you're gonna be," I knew of their endeavors, and what Sam was, and what happened to Dean. Lilith was keen to give me a visual of it all.

"Ah, Joe the Plumber was a douche," Dean exhaled as I could see his breath in the air.

"Being ordinary is dull anyway," I smiled through the words, finding them to be true. Why be ordinary when you can be something so much more. "You can help us finish," I also instructed him to help us get this done. Dean pushes himself off the gravestone, and sniffles the chilly air through his nostrils.

"Hey," a man's voice entered our eardrums, making us all stop what we were doing, and turn our heads to an oncoming man with a torch. "What are you doing here?" He asks, but my eyes wandered to him, and the sense of a demon loomed within. A Demon that I knew too well... Alastair.

"Uh, just... Take it easy," Sam couldn't come up with a logical reason we were out here, defacing a grave.

"What the Hell is this?" Alastair asks, playing the unknown, innocent man finding three people in the graveyard at night.

"Ok, this--this. This is not what it looks like," Dean laughed at the end of his sentence, trying to smooth what we were doing here.

"Really? 'Cause it looks like devil worship,"

"What? No!" Dean was quick in his reply, sounding shocked at such a thing to suggest. "No. This is not devil worship. This - This is-- this," he was coming up blank, he tried to rope Sam and I into it, hoping we had a good idea. "I don't have a good answer," Dean emitted defeat.

"Look, we're leaving,"

"You're not going anywhere... Ever again..." Alastair took a few steps closer. "Sam," with his final steps taken, his eyes rolled back into his head, showing those white balls, as he had cocked his head to look over to Dean.

"Alastair," Dean spoke with rage in his bones, but Alastair brought his eyes back to normal. "I thought you got deep fried, extra-crispy,"

"Nah. Just the pediatrician I was riding. His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious... Anyway," Alastair brought his head back around to Sam, it was like he was blanking me out completely. "No time to chat. Got a hot date with Death," Alastair effortlessly waved his left gloved hand out to Dean, which made him go flying through the air.

"Dean!" Sam yells for his brother's safety, but he had already hit one of the tombstones, knocking him clear out. I twisted my head back to Alastair, his newly acquired eyes wandered my body with lust.

"Martha we meet again," he was playing it off, but I just felt he was going to do something bad to me just to believe this undercover story I had. "Still by the Winchesters' side. Not for long," he remarked, hinting at the oncoming betrayal I will have to give. He simply flexed his fingers out to me, and suddenly a force was gripped around my neck, and I rose a few inches from the ground.

"Martha!" Sam shouts my name, worry laced his tone. The force felt like a giant hand was around my throat, and was starting to squeeze. I began to let out noises, choking, the catching of breath, I kicked my legs out and as both of my hands flew to my neck, trying to claw at my throat - trying desperately to remove this force. But Alastair had his orders, and they were not to harm me to an extent.

Alastair took his gaze to Sam, and tried to use the same move he tried on Dean, but to my surprise, and his, he did not budge one inch. Alastair had to make sure, so he tried again, but the result was the same.

"You're stronger, Sam. You've been soloflexing with your little slut?" Alastair remarks, meaning Ruby. Black dots began to dance around my vision, as this was taking too long, and soon I will end up dead, but I won't stay that way.

"You have no idea," Sam states strongly, before simply waving his left hand out to Alastair, which sent him flying to a nearby tree, impaling him through the torso, and Sam raised his hand to finish off the job. However, Alastair smoked out of his body, before Sam could get a chance to finish him off. Once Alastair was out of sight, the hold over me vanished, and I fell to my knees, which imprinted into the snow below. I began to cough harshly, my throat raw red, as well as my cheeks.

"Martha!" Sam rushed on over, and crouched by my side, placing a firm hand on my shoulder to try to generate some comfort and to stabilize me. But as he made impact, a darkness washed through me, it was like a wave hitting inside. I raised my eyes up to meet him, his aura had changed within a drop of a hat, it was dark, so dark like throwing a penny into a bottomless dark hole. It was almost intoxicating to be so close to him.

Was this the real Sam Winchester? A person with Demon blood rushing through his veins?

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A/N
I'm thinking of 'outing' her in this chapter but I don't know if it's too soon. Or do I wait a bit longer before doing the big reveal? What do you guys think?