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Description: Spoilers up to Season 3 finale. Sam and Dean run into a mysterious girl on one of their trips. Can they work together? And what is she hiding from them?

Notes: This is my second fic, though it's my first Supernatural one. It will be updated whenever I get a chance, I've got a busy time ahead of me. Schoolwork, life stuff, etc.

Stacey munches on some leftover takeout from the night before as she watches Sam pacing the room, talking on his phone. She can't quite make out what he's saying over the sounds of the television, but she can tell by the way his back is tensed up and the anger on his face that whatever he's hearing isn't good.

He hangs up suddenly and sits down next to her, glaring angrily at the floor, as though it had somehow caused all his troubles.

"Sam?"

He looks at her, his jaw clenched. He relaxes a little.

"It's a dead end. Won't work."

"Oh."

She hands out the food to him, watching as he takes a few bites. AT least she'd managed to get him eating again this past week. She gets up and goes over to her bag, digging through it.

"What are you looking for?"

"I found something last night…was going to tell you about it before but you got that phone call."

She turns around and hands him a piece of paper, some foreign words scrawled across it. She hadn't so much found it as been given it, but he didn't need to know that. She felt guilty enough already.

He frowns as he studies the words, then looks up at her.

"What's it say?"

She shrugs and sits back down, stealing some more food.

"I'm not sure. I don't recognize the language. But it was in a resurrection section of a book. Maybe Bobby knows it?"

He frowns a little, he was sure he'd checked every single book. He glances at her.

"Yeah. Maybe. We'll take it to him tomorrow."

She nods then lays back on the bed. He lets himself watch her for a few moments, then goes back to eating. He was trying to get his brother back. He didn't have time to let his feelings get in the way.

ΩΩΩΩΩ

Sam watches Bobby looking between the paper Stacey had found and his books. He doesn't like the look on the older man's face at all.

"What is it, Bobby?"

"Son, this is ancient magic. Real powerful stuff. Where'd you say she found it?"

"She said it was in a book."

"I doubt that. You don't leave this crap layin' around."

"You think she's lying to me?"

"About this spell? Definitely. But I'm not sure about what else."

"What do you mean?"

Bobby looks up at him, handing the paper back to Sam. He knew the boy was struggling, had been for as long as Dean was gone. He didn't want to add to that, but he also had to protect him.

"I did a bit of checkin' into her. From what I can tell she didn't exist until two years ago."

"Didn't exist?"

"No birth records. No school records. Family, friends…none of it can be found. She just appeared a couple of years ago in Phoenix."

"Maybe she changed her name. Fresh start."

Sam bites his lip. The feeling of uneasiness he'd had since she'd showed up was starting to make sense.

"Maybe. But you need to watch your back, just in case."

"I will. Now what about the spell?"

"Far as I can tell, it's a resurrection rite. Will bring back anyone you want, so long as you have somethin' of theirs."

Sam swallows and looks at the piece of paper. This was it. He could get his brother back.

"What's the catch?"

"That's just the thing. I can't find one. It doesn't say they'll come back wrong, or it'll be temporary or throw the world outta balance. IT just brings them back."

"So…it can really work? Dean can…he can come back?"

"Son, I miss him almost as much as you do, you know that. But just because I can't find a catch, doesn't mean there isn't one. You need to be careful with this. And you need to be prepared, that you may need to kill him all over again if it goes wrong."

Sam looks at him and nods. He could do it. He just prayed he wouldn't have to.

ΩΩΩΩΩ

Stacey stands in the bathroom, splashing her face with cold water. She was tired, she was cranky and she was being bossed around again.

"You need to make sure he uses that spell."

"Why? What's so damn important about it?"

"You do not need to know that information."

She turns, glaring to face them.

"You're going to kill them, aren't you? Sam and Dean."

"We won't have to."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You do not need to know that."

She clenches her jaw, reaching for the door handle and pulling it open, he eyes widening when she sees Sam standing there.

"Hey."

"Who were you talking to?"

"Huh? Oh, nobody. Just myself. Trying to keep awake."

He frowns, peering into the bathroom, but seeing no one.

"Ok."

Stacey walks over to the bed, closing her eyes for a moment.

"So how did it go with Bobby?"

"Fine. He says the spell will work. Just need to pick a time to do it."

"Good. That's good. So….when are you going to do it then?"

"I'm not sure. Soon."

Sam finishes watching the bathroom and turns to face her. She seemed nervous. Maybe Bobby was right. Maybe she wasn't who she said. He forces himself to act casually.

"Want to order a pizza?"

"Sounds good."

He goes over and picks up his cell phone. He'd keep an eye on her. First sign of danger, he'd take care of it. He may have feelings for her, but he'd learnt long ago that he should trust his instincts first. If he had to kill her, he would.