I know it's been a good minute. But, I rewatched True Blood and had a mini Supernatural session a while ago. So, I got a mini burst of inspiration. I hope you guys like it and aren't too mad at me for disappearing for a while.

It was tense in the car. The purr of the engine seems so loud in the quiet. I hardly breathe because Dean might get fired up. I already knew there was bound to be another fight. It seems after Lucifer rose from hell that it literally broke loose in this family. I'm sure I was no help in this cause. I don't know why I felt like I had to pre-defuse a situation that hasn't happened yet, but I stupidly felt the need to speak.

"I'm sorry."

I thought maybe that would help somehow, but as I originally expected, it just opened up a can of worms I didn't want to fish with right now.

"You know what I don't understand Mary?" I didn't want to answer this obviously rhetorical question with what I was thinking, which was 'most things, Dean?' "How can you side with a vampire. The one thing that has wanted to kill you since you were born?" His voice was beginning to rise and I knew this was going to escalate.

"You think I don't know that?" I sounded as drained as I felt.

"Then what is it, because I'm not understanding this 'unspoken' bond you have with a vampire." He said the word in such disgust it felt like a knife to the gut.

"I don't know what it is, Dean. If I did I would stop it."

I didn't want to lie to him or myself. I didn't want to be falling for a vampire if that was what was happening. It was literally the last thing I wanted was to even be near one. But, it's happening and I don't know how to stop it or if I can.

"We're getting torn apart, you know that, right? After we all made a promise to stick together" He turns more of his attention to us.

I was always amazed at the way he could drive so casually and still give an argument his full attention. "It's what they want."

I knew exactly who "they" were. The angels, the demons, everyone who's rooting for the apocalypse to happen. We were all just pawns. I knew all of this but it didn't fix what I was feeling.

"We aren't. This doesn't have to tear us apart." I always hated how dramatic Dean could be. I wasn't going anywhere. I was perfectly happy to stay with my brothers. Godric wouldn't separate us. Dean just couldn't see that.

"But it will."

I let the words sink in. What does he mean by that?

"There's gonna be a time to make a choice." He didn't say anything for a while. "So, who are you gonna chose. Us, your family" he gestures between him and Sam, "or the monsters."

"You can't believe that I'll have to make a choice. Why does it always have to be black and white with you?"

"Because that's how it is!" Dean cracked his hand down on the steering wheel like an iron fist. "There's right and there's wrong. And right now, Mary, you're wrong! Do you think dad would have wanted this? That he'd be proud of the way you're acting right now?"

I hated Dean's effects on me with his words. He always knew how to hit deep. It was like a damn superpower. Sam and I may have weird supernatural powers but Dean's was stronger than either of us with his words. My throat felt like it was coated in knives and the tears threatened to fall.

"Yea." I take a deep breath to calm myself. "Well, dad's dead." I hated those words. Dad was always my everything and then it extended down to Dean when he was gone. This disappointment and the judgment from Dean was like when dad used to do the same thing to Sam. It killed me to see it then and it's worse now that I'm getting the brunt of it. I guess we do turn into our parents eventually.

"He may be gone, but he taught us better than this."

"Dean." Sam, always coming in to try and defuse the situation. Unfortunately, Sammy, I don't see that happening.

"No, Sammy. She needs to hear this. Better yet, you both do." He shifted more towards us. "The way you both have turned out, was nothing like he raised us. You with your blood and powers and exorcizing demons with your mind" he points to Sam, "and you with your twilight, Girlschool crush or whatever's happening with you." Dean was far more upset than I thought he would be. He was trying to hit us as hard as he could. The twilight jab definitely hit me hard though. He knew I hated those stupid books. "You both aren't who you're supposed to be."

"Yea, Dean. And what's that?" Sam steps in, "Perfect, like you?"

Dean stares Sam down, "I never said I was perfect."

"No, you're just the hand of judgment, right?"

"Someone has to be," Dean says defiantly.

I decided to butt in, "Because we aren't acting like perfect little soldiers that fall in line that makes us not Winchesters anymore? If that's the case then I don't wanna be!"

I didn't really mean it. I didn't want to ever lose my brothers. They were all I ever had, all I ever knew. But, I can't be placed in a box and left there forever, unable to expand or learn.

"You want to bail?" Dean says. "You'd give up your family for a vampire you just met?"

"Mary," Sam stares at me with his big sad eyes. I fight the urge to hug them both and say I'm sorry. I don't want to back down, I want some damn freedom!

"Of course not." I relent. "I just want to be able to make my own mistakes."

"Yea, well the way you're going, your mistakes will wind up getting you killed." Dean just can't let it go, can he?

"Godric won't hurt me." I never thought I'd advocate for a vampire's character, but here I am.

"Oh, come on," Dean scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"No, Dean, seriously. I can feel it. He won't lay a finger on me. You don't know him-"

"Neither do you! You met him, what, two days ago?"

"So? Do you know how many chances he had to kill me and he never once tried? He's protected me every chance he's had."

"And we haven't?"

"This isn't a contest, Dean!" He was so frustrating. I get that he's worried about me with my literal arch nemesis, but Godric wasn't like the others. Once I understood that it was easier.

"I don't know what Jedi mind trick he's got you under, but it's not gonna work with me. He's a vampire, always will be and they don't change."

"How can you of all people think someone can't change. You've seen it. Was dad-"

"Don't bring dad into this, it's not about him!"

"Dad changed! He was nothing like he was when you were growing up, was he? You want to tell me people don't change?"

There was silence in the car for the longest time. Sam was quiet and tense the whole time. I think what Dean said really got to him and that just pissed me off more. This argument was about me, he didn't have to bring Sam's issues into it.

"You're right, people change." Ugh, him and his passive jabs. "But vampires and monsters don't."

"You're impossible." I groan. I couldn't get through to him.

"Yea, well, you're no ray of sunshine either," he mumbles.

The tension was even worse and I can't help blaming myself for that. I would have rather had a regular tension filled car ride. At least I wouldn't have to fight for the thousandth time with my brother today. It was only now that I realized that all these crazy events, escaping from the fellowship of the sun, meeting Godric, being betrayed by Wren, almost dying in a bomb blast, all of it happened in less than 48 hours. It's no surprise I'm so irritable. And, also, super hungry. When I finally got to eat in the last 48 hours I was blasted by a bomb. I realize I probably need to eat but the hotel was at least another 10 miles.

I tried to ignore my stomach growling. I tried to avoid having to say another word to my brothers, but I was a big baby when it came to being hungry unless I was distracted and right now all that was happening was trees passing outside the window and Aerosmith on the radio.

I lightly cleared my throat and sat up from my slouched position. I took a deep breath and leaned on the back of the front seat. "I'm starving." I chanced a look up at both of my brothers and Sam didn't even try to hide his amused smirk. Dean, however, wanted to pretend like he didn't care. Sam and I look at each other and then both stare Dean down. He ignored us pretty good for a while until he sighed and turned into the closest restaurant. It was a 24 hour McDonalds.

The hotel lobby was as expected, black, red and drabby. It was seriously straight out of a vampire decor magazine. I couldn't imagine this color scheme being what I was stuck with the rest of my undead life. Guess it's a good thing I'll never be a vampire.

My brothers had all the bags, which was only 4 and carried them to the front desk. Can you guess who had the most bags? Dean did because he had the bright idea to bring weapons into a hotel. I'm actually surprised we haven't been found out and attacked for being hostile. If that doesn't do it, Dean's attitude might.

"Room for 3," Dean said as he bounds up to the pretty front desk worker.

I'm sure she was a vampire. But, Dean can rarely tell.

"One room for three?" She looked surprised and back at me with a smirk on her face. "One bed."

I almost puked at the idea she was getting at. I saw Dean's own smile falter. He was stunned but I think mostly because she smiled with her fangs bared after she said it.

"No, 2 beds, one room. The boys are sharing," I chime in with a slight smirk.

"Oh, I didn't realize you two were the couple." She looked between my brothers who both looked quite enraged.

"Oh yeah, it's their honeymoon. I'm just the chaperon."

Dean and Sam were visibly uncomfortable and I almost died of laughter. It's a good thing I've had years of acting practice.

The woman smiles at the boys, fangs bared and says, "congratulations."

"Ah, congratulations indeed to this," Eric came from what seemed like nowhere up behind my brothers and me, effectively killing the mood. "Beautiful couple."

"Mr. Northman," the woman acknowledges and her own mood noticeably becomes less perky.

"These are actually friends of Godric and me." I almost laugh. I wouldn't consider Eric and I, much less my brothers and Eric, friends.

"Of course." She vampire speed types on the computer and finds a room. "It looks like we have one of our best rooms for you." She then hands us all a key card.

I smile best I can and thank her. Eric moves from my path and gestures for us to go ahead. Dean and Sam are visibly uncomfortable and stick to where they are.

I sigh, annoyed. "Guys, this is Eric. He's Godric's-" I actually couldn't think of what to say that would make sense.

"Good friend," Eric says and creepy fake smiles at me with way too many teeth. I just nod to my brothers.

"Lead the way vamp," Dean says suspiciously and I notice how tight his grip gets on the weapons bag.

I roll my eyes at my brothers. "Let's just go."

Eric leads us, though he doesn't show his discomfort as much as we all did. I was picking up that he was feeling threatened. Not that Dean or Sam cared much for how they make a vampire feel.

The elevator ride was particularly uncomfortable. Sam and Dean squeezed me to the back corner and covered me for the most part from Eric who easily could see through the small gap between the two. The silence was deafening and I was tired of all this tension.

We all were much more at ease when the elevator opened on the 32nd floor. The hallways were colored exactly the same as the lobby, like a coffin. I was seriously considering calling to headquarters and suggesting a less depressing decor.

"Ah, 409. Here you are." We all looked at Eric, all expecting more than just a bellhop service from him. "You all enjoy your stay." Eric then turns to leave but makes sure to stop and turn back around. "Oh, and Mary, Godric requests your time." He pauses in that weird Eric way that I've begun to notice and makes a quick, almost knowing look at Dean's precious weapons bag before he continues. "After you've showered of course."

I watch Eric continue down the long hallway before I dared a look at my brothers. Dean only looks at me quickly before he opens the big black door that leads to the room. I take a moment to step inside.

It was... underwhelming to say the least. The same colors just in a bedroom form. One large bed, big enough to fit at least 4 people comfortably say directly across from the front door. Two black side tables on either side and a medium sized kitchenette to the left of the bed. On the right was a huge hanging flat screen TV and two black couches. There was a big black double door next to the TV where I assumed the second room was. I sighed in annoyance. The only things that weren't black in the room were the carpets and walls, all of which was a deep red color similar to blood.

"Nice room," Dean comments sarcastically as he looks back at me briefly. I actually agreed with him for once.

"I call the second bed," I call out as I make my way over to the other bedroom. The boys set their stuff down carelessly and head straight for the kitchen.

I quickly make my way into the privacy of the other room which holds the shower connected to the right corner of the room. I grab a pair of shorts and a tank top and run into the shower. I couldn't wait for the hot liquid to wash away the crappy day I was having. It all seemed to melt away and evaporate with the steam.

I ended up in the shower for longer than expected. I walked to the large black bed and fell flat on it. I let all the tension fall from my body and relaxed into the silky black sheets.

I laid there for a while before I noticed there was also a TV in this room. After I managed to figure out how to use the remote I scrolled through all the shows and didn't recognize any of the titles. I think the last time I watched TV and actually knew what was on was when I was 14. Now, there was nothing but crap on.

I got bored of this pretty quickly and settled on a show called 'Jersey Shore.' It was mostly background noise as I scrolled through my phone. I wasn't really paying attention when I heard, "it's good to see you, Mary."

I screamed pretty loud and was sure everyone thought I was being murdered. When Sam and Dean didn't rush in I was baffled. I didn't have time to think about it though as the owner of the voice finally registered. "Cas. What the hell?"

"I'm sorry. I startled you?" He always asks the most obvious things.

I stared at him incredulously, "you think?" I sigh, hoping to regulate my heart. "What are you doing here?"

"I was trying to reach you, but I was unable to get a good signal."

I pictured Cas trying to figure out a cellphone and couldn't help but laugh. "You got updated on technology Cas?"

He stares at me confused, "I'm not sure I know what you mean."

I held my cellphone up and figured I must have been wrong when he hardly recognized what it was. "Nevermind."

"So you were trying to reach me, how? And why?"

"There was talk in heaven."

I stared him down. It was so weird to have an angel talking about the gossip in heaven as if it was full of teenage girls trying to figure out which rumors in school were real. I wave my hands for him to continue.

"They say," Cas looked so uncomfortable with what he was about to say like he couldn't find the right way to say it. "The Prophecy-"

"I'm gonna stop you there Cas."

"Mary-"

"Nope, I don't want to hear it, okay? There's no prophecy. All that angel gossip is like I'd imagine high school is. Rumors"

"They say they've identified the vampire. Is he here?"

I don't answer in words but I'm visibly uncomfortable.

"I see."

"What does that mean?"

He sighs, "that means you must go far away from him."

The thought of just up and leaving and never seeing Godric again brought a tight pain in my gut. Now that I've met him, I didn't want him to just not be with me. It felt so stupid to say it.

"Do you feel-" Cas looked at me intensely and I hated how serious he was. "A great connection with this vampire?"

I look away from Cas, noting he was being far too serious and it wasn't a particularly pleasant conversation.

"Do you feel-" he hesitates for longer than expected and I have to look at him to make sure he didn't shut down or vanish, "as if you'd like to engage in intercourse with this vampire?"

I jumped up so fast that I was sure I gave myself whiplash. "Alright, this conversation is over."

"Mary, I am trying to figure out if he's the one."

"What does wanting to have-" I couldn't bring myself to say it. I settled for whispering, "-sex with someone have to do with a prophecy?"

Cas looked confused. "Because in order to bring the antichrist. You and the vampire from the prophecy must-"

I held up my hand, "I got the picture." my face was probably the color of the walls at this point. Never did I think I would get the sex talk from an angel.

"Is he the one?"

I stare down at the crimson carpet at my feet. I replayed the thoughts and feelings of the last few nights and I couldn't entirely refute what Cas was asking. There was clear sexual tension between Godric and I. I couldn't even deny that to myself anymore. But if what Cas was saying was right, that through Godric and I the world could end, was it safe to be here? Wouldn't Godric and I be a detriment to my brothers and I's attempts at saving humanity from these shitty prophecies that plan to end all human existence?

I never felt so selfish than I did at that moment. I wondered if my brothers have put two and two together? I know I was just as in the dark. Even if somewhere inside I knew Godric was the vampire I never let it come up for fear of it forcing me to reject him. Everything in my body was screaming for me to say fuck it and give in. More so now than when I first met him.

"If he is the one, there is a choice you must make."

I almost growl, "I wish everyone would stop saying that."

"Do Sam and Dean know?"

I bite my lip. "I think they suspect, with the way I've been acting…"

"The way you've been acting?"

I finally look up, "I feel like-" I couldn't figure out what I feel. "-like I'm losing my mind." Saying it out loud was like an anchor finally letting me sail.

Cas stands still and almost like he's working through what to say. "You are not losing your mind, Mary." I audibly sigh with relief that someone was on my side. "There are true soulmates who can not control their connections. I believe that is what's happening to you."

I felt a tear escape without my permission. I barely attempted to wipe it away. "Really? Cause I thought I was just obsessed because he was cute." My attempts at a joke seemed to concern Cas more than the revelation. "I'm joking."

He simply nods but I know he doesn't get sarcasm quite yet.

"Why would God make my soulmate a vampire. The one thing that tries to kill me?"

Cas sighs and walks closer to me. "It is not up to us to question God's choices."

"But, we question his will?"

I knew Cas was particularly conflicted with helping break the will of God for Armageddon. Even so, he attempts to comfort me by encircling his arms around my shaking shoulders. He doesn't hold me tight, he clearly didn't know what he's doing, but he was comforting. I needed someone who wasn't going to judge the way I was feeling. Cas was who I needed most right now.

He allowed me to cry without interruption and it was at this moment I was happy the walls must have been soundproof.

Cas was standing there, still as a statue, while I cried my stupid little feelings out. I felt like such a teenage girl. It's often hard to remember I was one.

I finally pull away from Cas and can't bring myself to look at him. He hands me a handkerchief from his pocket and I blow my nose as loud as I want since it's only Cas and these walls that can hear me.

"Thanks."

I take the cloth with me as I plop down on the bed. I felt better than I did before, which was surprising since my nose was runny and my eyes were probably so puffy I looked like I hadn't slept in weeks. I definitely wouldn't want anyone walking in here right now. Much less Godric.

However, I heard my door fling open in miliseconds. There wasn't much I could do besides jump up and scream.

There at the doors was Godric. His face was twisted in what might be concern, confusion, and as he looked at Cas, anger. I tried to be as quick as I could before he did his vampire speed thing and grabs Cas by his collar. Cas was quick though as he's dangling he places a hand on Godric's arm and he's flying back like he's been shocked.

"Hey! Stop, damnit!" I jump in front of Cas just as Godric regains himself and vamp speeds back. He's less than an inch from me when he stops himself.

"Mary! Back up fanger," Dean's distinctive voice bellows. His crossbow is inches from Godric's heart.

Godric stands still and confused until I reach out and touch his bare arm. I ignore the spark but it only jolts him to my attention. "What happened here?" he looks between Cas and me, arms hunched, and looking a little disheveled.

I have never heard this sound to his voice. If I had to pick an emotion for it, it has to be anxious. I never thought I'd see Godric rattled.

"Nothing!" I was frustrated that he'd barge in and attack without question. That was completely unexpected of Godric. It made me worried. Afraid that I didn't quite gauge his personality as I thought I had. "Cas is my friend. We were having a private conversation."

"Why were you distressed?" He was back more to his normal calm and stoic persona. It worried me that I may have caught a glimpse of a side I wasn't all that prepared for. A side I thought he'd weaned out a few centuries ago.

"I wasn't distressed. I was having emotions. It's normal."

Godric peers down at me with intensity. "I felt your sorrow."

I sigh as it becomes more apparent what's going on here. I forgot all about what Bill Compton had said earlier tonight about when a vampire gives a human their blood. He could feel what I was feeling, which was equal parts creepy as it was interesting. If I had thought about that, I probably wouldn't have broken down so readily.

I reach out for his arm and rub it soothingly, "I'm not sad. Even if I was, that's not Cas's fault." I try my best to be as direct with this as possible.

He closes his eyes for a moment and takes an unnecessary breath. "My apologies," he says as he opens his eyes, he turns to address Cas, "to you as well."

"You're the vampire?" Cas asks as he waits for confirmation from me. I nod swiftly.

"This is Godric. Godric, this is Cas." I wonder if I should mention he's an angel or if he has some supernatural ability to know that.

Godric's head tilts up slightly, "an angel."

I'm taken aback by this. He must have a supernatural radar or there is that tiny little detail of him being 2,000 years old. He was bound to come into contact with an angel at some point in all those years.

It was at this point I notice Dean still has his crossbow ready to shoot. I blanch at him to put it away. He oddly enough listens.

"Godric?" Cas looks deep in thought. His expression changes quickly to worry. "Sam, Dean, I think we should talk."

"Words a guy never wants to hear," Dean says sarcastically.

They all hesitate by the door expectantly.

"I should go back to my room." Godric begins to move from my grasp but I get the sudden urge to keep him close.

"I'll go with you."

"Like hell you will," Dean intercedes.

"I'm fine. I can make my own decisions."

Godric looks from my brothers to me, "I'm afraid we would not be alone."

I didn't care much. Anything was better than spending time together under the watchful eyes of my brothers.

"I don't mind." I tilt my head towards my brothers, "it's not like anything is going to happen anyway."

Godric doesn't react to that like you would expect a guy to with such a blatant expression of sexual refusal.

"Indeed."

Now it was my turn to react. He was so hard to read. I couldn't figure out if he said that to appease my brothers or because he really didn't want to have sex with me. One would be far less bruising to my self-esteem.

"See."

I begin to walk Godric out of the stuffy room. He doesn't fight me, but of course, Dean does.

"You're not going alone."

"Dean-"

"I would be happy to invite Ms. Stackhouse to my quarters if that is what you wish."

He sounded extra formal and it was just as attractive as it was annoying. I gave Dean a defiant look and oddly enough, that worked. We made it out alive.

I didn't realize that Godric's room was the room directly across from ours. I didn't know whether to feel safer or creeped out.

We walk steadily into the room, hand in hand-which was still so odd-where a few people I recognized congregated.