A/N: This fic is the sequel to Cravings, and is set during season six of Supernatural.

**Abc** – flashback

'Abc' – thought

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up."
―Neil Gaiman

CHAPTER 1

**Leigh was lying on the ground, trying to catch her breath. Bobby was dead; Castiel was dead, both at the hands of Sam – or rather, Sam's body, since Lucifer was at the wheel. Tears streamed down her face as she watched Lucifer, in Sam's body, beating Dean to a pulp. She tried to muster up her powers, but she wasn't in the best mental state, so her powers were weak. She focused on Lucifer and the scene that was playing out in front of her. Dean would be dead soon if she didn't get herself together. She aimed all her energy towards Lucifer in an attempt to supress him and bring Sam back to the surface. It seemed to work, because Lucifer stopped mid-punch. It was as if he was hypnotised; he just stood and stared into the glare of the sun on the Impala's window. He gasped loudly and stepped back.

"Dean!" he yelled; it was Sam. He looked around and his eyes locked on me. "Leigh, it's time. you've gotta do it!" he ordered. Tears welled up in her eyes again.

"I can't!" she choked out. Sam walked over to her and pulled her off of the ground. He kissed her hard on the lips and pulled away to look at her.

"You have to." He said calmly. She bit her lip and nodded. She closed her eyes, trying to divide her powers. She managed to keep Lucifer down while she opened up the cage. She kept her eyes locked on Sam's while the ground behind him crumbled; leaving in its place what seemed like an endless pit. Sam kissed her on the cheek quickly and whispered "I love you" into her ear softly. He helped Dean up and hugged him, before he walked over and looked down into the pit.

"Sam!" Leigh screamed as she watched the man she loved step into the pit. The ground closed up above him, leaving her crying and screaming his name as she knelt on the ground.**

"No!" Leigh screamed and sat up. She was sweating, and trying to catch her breath. she looked around and sighed when she saw she was still in her room. It'd been a year and a half since she'd helped trap Sam in the pit. It was his idea, but her destiny. The hunter cursed by the demon with the yellow eyes will travel down the road of good intentions and bring forth the apocalypse. The half-blood child born from good and evil will be the one to stop him before earth's destruction. She stopped the earth's destruction, but destroyed herself in the aftermath.

As it turns out, Sam wasn't even dead. For nearly a year and a half, she thought she'd lost him for good, but no, three months ago, he turned up out of the blue and turned Leigh's world upside down again. As much as she hated him for that, she couldn't deny that she loved him, and she knew she always would.

"Did you find her?" Sam asked eagerly to Phoebe, who was just leaving the attic. She smiled sadly at Sam and shook her head.

"I'm sorry Sam. I've scried for her every day since she left, but I've got nothing." Phoebe told him.

"Well, we can't just stop looking!" Sam pleaded.

"Maybe she just doesn't want to be found." Phoebe shrugged. Even though she didn't want to believe it, it was the truth.

"No, I've gotta find her!" Sam snapped.

"Okay, I'll keep looking." She told him, though she didn't think she was really going to find her. Sam needed to believe she could be found though. He had no recollection of the last year and a half. He thought she must've still thought he was in the pit. The idea of finding Leigh was the only thing keeping Sam going at the moment.

Dean and Paige watched the interaction between Sam and Phoebe and both of their hearts broke for the younger Winchester. Paige gently rubbed Dean's back, trying to ease some of his tension. He took a swig of his beer and turned back to face her.

"So, he really doesn't remember anything?" Paige asked.

"Nope." Dean said and shook his head. "But that's a good thing; we don't want him to remember what he did when he didn't have a soul. It'd kill him."

"But didn't he see Leigh a few months ago when he was soulless?" Paige asked.

"Yeah." Dean sighed. He missed Leigh; she was like a sister to him, and he knew everyone else – especially Sam – missed her too, but if Sam saw Leigh, it could trigger memories that he didn't want resurfaced so Dean knew it was the best thing for everyone if they didn't find her.

"Well, maybe if he remembered we could find her." Paige suggested.

"Paige, baby, you know Sammy isn't supposed to remember any of it." He told her.

"I know but, Dean this is Leigh we're talking about. Don't you think Sam would want to remember? You know how much he loves her." Paige tried to reason.

"We don't know what happened when he saw her. It could've been something bad."

"Do you really think Sam would hurt Leigh?"

"Sammy; no, he'd kill himself before even thinking of hurting her. Sam without a soul…well, anything's possible. Besides, one day he'll move on. He'll forget about Leigh and find someone new." Dean sighed and looked at his brother who was clutching his hair tightly in frustration as if he were about to rip it out. Even as he said it, Dean knew it wasn't true. Sam would never forget about Leigh, not ever.