UNENDING (A Supernatural Fan Fiction)

"A Blade Forged With The Blood of Their Kin"

Mara woke up with a light sigh escaping her lips. A distinct pain seared into her left shoulder. She hissed. A hand rubbed gingerly against her hip in response to her noticeable pain.

"Are you okay", Sam said in a husky morning voice. Mara smiled lightly to herself. She nodded her head and immediately reminded herself of how close they were.

She was curled up facing the door and Sams hard body was pressed against her back. One of his legs was on top of hers and his arm was resting under her head the other gently stroked her side.

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck and her toes curled. "Good morning", she said sleepily.

"Morning", Sam said. She could feel Sams smile in his voice. She wanted to turn around and kiss those lips, but she was too caught up in the feeling of him being so close. She couldn't ruin it.

The rattling of keys came from the door and Mara reached for the gun on the other side of the bed. She cocked it and aimed it at the door now sitting on the bed instead of laying.

The door opened to and Dean stepped inside buttoning up his flannel. "Oh shit", he said seeing Mara holding a gun at him. She redid the safety and sighed dropping it on the bed.

"Damn what happened here", Dean said looking at the tangled up sheets and Mara's tank top riding up. Dean smirked and went over to high five Sam.

"Nice job, Sammy", he said holding his hand out. Sam laughed and shook his head.

"It's not like that", Sam said looking up at his older brother still laying down. Dean groaned and mumbled a few insults before heading to the bathroom.

"Mara killed the thing", Sam said watching his brother brush his teeth. Dean immediately spit the toothpaste out.

"Mara? Whose Mara? And what thing did she kill", Dean asked looking to Sam.

"Mara's my real name", the blonde said slowly. "And I killed the thing sacrificing those people."

"Okay what was it", Dean asked still looking confused.

"One of mine", Mara whispers. Dean doesn't say anything but just nods solemnly going back to brushing his teeth.

Mara gets up and opens the door to her room. To Sams disappointment she closes the door before changing.

"I thought she said they can't be killed", Dean hissed.

"Only her kind can kill them", Sam said calmly looking at the door.

"Well that would've been a great thing to know! Oh and the fact that there's more of them", Dean said bitterly finishing brushing his teeth.

"She didn't know, Dean", Sam said looking over to his brother.

"They're all the same, Sammy. We need to drop her", Dean whispers.

"Dean, she's been nothing but honest. She killed her own to keep people safe", Sam said running a hand through his hair and getting out of bed.

"So did Ruby", Dean said glaring.

"So did Cas", Sam retorted. Dean sighs not able to say anything else.

"We keep her until she gives us a reason not to", Sam says softly. Mara walks out of the room and pulls her hair up slowly.

She's dressed in a loose t-shirt, tight jeans, and light brown boots. Even like this Sam couldn't help but stare. Mara rolled her suitcase after her with her small bag in her hands. Her makeup was done lightly, just enough to cover up the freckles that lightly dusted her cheeks.