Disclaimer: Much to my disgust horror and shame I do not own anything Supernatural (If I did I would be selfish and never share the boys with any of you)

This is my first fic so please cut me a little slack and R&R, but don't be too mean, I couldn't handle that!

Chapter 1: A Rose By Any Other Name.

Her fingers moved rapidly over the keyboard as she gazed intently at the screen, trying to put into words how she had felt in the moments following the werewolf attack, in the moments when she feared that he had been bitten. She picked up the bottle of beer next to her and took a quick swig, looking up at the door as it swung open and somebody entered. She muttered a brief curse, closed the laptop down and left the bar whilst the backs of the newcomers were still to her. What were they doing here? Of all places why this town? Did they not have anything better to do? It seemed that they were after the same thing that she was, the vengeful spirit that was killing anyone that crossed its path, anyone who walked down one of the dingy little allies at 11.30 every Tuesday night. The spirit that had appeared two months ago.

When Sam had entered the bar, he could have sworn that he had seen a familiar face behind the screen of a laptop. He could not be sure and the fact that Dean's expression had not changed told him that he had not noticed, so he shrugged it off and followed his brother to the bar. Dean promptly began to flirt with the barmaid as he ordered their beers, it was guaranteed that he would have her number by the time they found a table. Sam knew that if Dean had seen who he thought he had seen, he would not be flirting. One of two things would have happened: 1, Dean would have turned and left, they would have been out of town in a matter of minutes, or 2, he would have marched up to her and a slagging match would have started, probably culminating in a full blown fist fight and Sam knew that could only end badly because she could more than hold her own against his brother.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean sat at the table, handing his brother a cold bottle.

"Sam," he corrected automatically. Dean gave him his usual cocky smirk. "So you got her number then?" he asked, not out of any real interest but more because Dean expected him to.

"Yeah, I got her number," Dean's grin was huge, he really enjoyed getting what he wanted, although he never had to work particularly hard at getting girls numbers, Dean could just smile and a whole room full of girls would fall over themselves to hand him the little slips of paper or napkins that held their numbers. On one level Sam was insanely jealous, on another, it just reinforced some of the things that she had said about him during their secret conversations, calls that Dean could never know that he was making, or receiving. His phone began to ring. Dean looked at him in surprise.

"You gonna answer that?" He asked. Sam pulled it out of his pocket and resisted the urge to curse at the top of his lungs. "Who is it?"

"I'll be back in a minute," he tried to brush his brother off as he pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear. "Hey," he began to walk away.

"Is it dad?" Dean could not keep the hope from his voice.

-"Moron,"- the woman on the other end hissed into his ear, Sam was ninety percent certain that she was referring to Dean. He shook his head before making a sharp exit.

"Eve, why the hell are you calling now?" He demanded as soon as he was sure that he was alone.

-"I like to see you squirm, Sammy,"- She replied. Sam chuckled darkly.

"Mevethen Williams, sometimes you can be a bit of a bitch," he told her simply. She also laughed then stopped suddenly.

-"Dean will be out in a moment to find out why you took off suddenly. Why are you to here?"-

"Hunting, probably the same thing that you're here for."

-"Vengeful spirits are such fun,"- she muttered dryly, he grinned in response, even though he knew that she could not see it.

"They'd be more fun if you let us help."

-"I made him a promise, Sam, I keep those. Dean told me never to contact him and I promised that I wouldn't. I can't break it, you know that as well as I do. I'll try and take this thing out before we run into each other again. Don't tell him I'm here."-

"I won't, Eve, I promise. Take care of yourself, ok? I don't want you to get hurt."

-"Brotherly love at its best,"- there was a bitter note to her voice. -"Be safe, Sam. Look after him too, we may not talk anymore but I don't want him hurt. I nearly died when I heard he had been shot. Promise me."-

"I promise, Eve, I promise." She put the phone down before he could say anything else. Talking to her always brought back memories of a time when things had been different, easier because he had a sister as well as a brother, a sister that was not a sister, a foundling.

Flashback:

They were driving away from the cave. Sam had stayed in the car the whole time, next to the window as he watched Dean fire a round of silver into the werewolf, at four years old he had never been as scared as he was in that moment. Dean had joined him in the car as their father had buried the body of the werewolf. John Winchester had gotten back into the car and started away in silence. They had almost reached the main road when they saw her sitting by the road, crying. Her skin was pale and her black hair was a long tangled mass. Her large lilac/blue eyes were full of tears and John Winchester stopped the car and looked down at her.

She was no older than Dean, a mere eight years old, and she looked at him with frightened eyes. Even at four, Sam had seen the conflict in his fathers eyes, to bring this child or not to. Looking at her he could see the blood that stained her dress, blood from the places where the claws of the creature had dug into her shoulders.

"Dad?" Dean had also understood. "Are you going to bring her with us?" For a long time his father had not replied, then he looked down at the girl.

"What's your name?" He asked as gently as he could.

"Mevethen Williams," she did not look at him. "Are you going to take me to the bad wolf?" She had asked it in a matter of fact way, like it was a given that her destiny was to be wolf chow.

"No, I'm not. Where are your parents?"

"Gone. It took my Daddy first, then Martin and Shane and then my mommy and me." The boys dad closed his eyes briefly, he had though perhaps he had not failed anyone, it had never occurred to him that she may have been there too. He scooped her up in his arms.

"Yes, Dean, Mevethen is coming with us."

"Eve?" Dean's voice startled him out of his memories. "When the hell did you start talking to her again?" His eyes showed Sam how angry his brother was, how much he had resented the fact that their father had encouraged Mevethen to have a normal life, even as he had trained her to be a hunter.

"C'mon, Dean, she grew up with us, she was like a sister..."

"Some sister! She abandoned us the first chance she got!" He raised his voice slightly. "She never came back to us, Sam, no matter how often we asked, she never came back to us." He sounded almost defeated.

"You didn't make it easy for her, Dean."

"No, I know that. Hell!" He turned and went back inside for another drink, probably many more drinks and Sam knew that he would be pouring his brother into bed. They were not going to get any work done that night.

Well what do you think? Please let me know butjust constructive criticism please.