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Four months later

I struggle to get the slimy body on top of me off. I push it to the side enough to be able to reach my phone. I pull it out and dial the number Sam gave me.

"Who is this?" asks Dean when he answers the phone.

"I need to talk to Sam," I say.

"Who is this?" he asks again.

"Just put him on the damn phone," I growl.

"Okay, okay," he says. "Sam!" I hear him yell, away from the receiver. "Some girl wants to talk to you!"

After about twenty seconds, Sam says, "Leah?"

"Hey," I say. "I know we haven't talked in a few months, but…."

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"Is that the girl Cas brought here?" I hear Dean ask. "Tell her that me and my car hate her."

"Screw you, too," I say loudly. "Anyway, I might have to hold you up on that promise, Sam."

"What promise?"

"Well, I'm…" I take a deep breath, trying to ignore the fading but still sharp pain in my leg. "I'm stuck in a warehouse in Newton, Kansas. It's about an hour and a half away. A shifter just broke my leg."

"Cas isn't here."

I sigh. "This is going to sound really pathetic."

"What is?"

"I have nowhere to stay. This is the first time I've been injured this badly."

"You can stay here, if that's all right with Dean."

"No," I hear Dean say immediately.

"The only reason I stole your car was because it looked the coolest," I say quickly. "Plus, you could hide a dead body in the trunk, and that's always good."

"She can stay here," Dean says.

I grin. "Awesome."

"Where are you?" Sam asks.

"There's a warehouse on South Kansas Avenue here in Newton. It's where the avenue meets the river. You'd know it if you saw it. Anyway, I'm in the basement."

"Alright," Sam says. "Wait there. I'll come and get you."

Sam has to carry me up a flight of stairs to get back back to the car. He tries not to touch my leg, but I'm uncomfortable with him touching me anywhere. Apparently it shows, because he suddenly asks, "Is there something wrong? You keep fidgeting."

"I just don't like people touching me, that's all."

He nods and opens the door to the backseat of the impala, sets me down inside, and then closes the door. Then he walks around to the other side, gets in, and take off.

"The backseat?" I ask, sort of disgruntled. "Really?"

"Dean made me promise that I wouldn't let you ride in the front."

"Of course he did," I mutter. "So why didn't Cas just come and heal me?"

"Cas is gone."

I gasp. "He's dead?"

Sam looks back at me in surprise. "No. He's ruling Heaven."

"What?"

"Remember about a year ago, when there was that surprise meteor shower?"

"Yeah," I ask, suspiciously. "Why?"

"Those weren't meteors. Those were falling angels. That was the start of the angel war."

"Angel war?" I ask, shocked.

"Yeah. Cas was the leader of the rebellion. His side won, so now he's upstairs, ruling Heaven."

"So it's just you and Dean in the bunker now?"

"He comes to visit sometimes," Sam says sadly. "But yeah, mostly it's just me and Dean."

"Does that drive you nuts?" I ask.

Sam laughs. "Honestly? Yes. He's switched from lots of alcohol and a little coffee to lots of coffee and a little alcohol, and he almost bounces off the walls."

"Did you know that there's a such thing as decaf?"

"Yeah. But I need caffeine, so Dean gets it, too."

"I don't drink coffee, so you won't have to worry about me doing that."

"We've got any type of alcohol you could-"

"I don't drink alcohol," I say shortly.

Sam turns to look at me, a shocked look on his face. "None at all?"

I shake my head.

"But you're a hunter," he says, seemingly still in shock.

"Our jobs has enough side effects as it is. Hangovers and liver failure doesn't need to be one of them."

"We get a lot of our information from bars," Sam says, turning back to looks at the road.

"So do I. I just order non-alcoholic beverages. The bartenders think I'm crazy, but when I tell them that I'm an agent and that I can't be drinking on the job, they understand."

After that, we don't talk, except when Sam asks me what I was hunting. I describe the shifter that was posing as different babysitters and then setting traps for the parents and killing them when they came home.

After about two and a half hours, we pull up to an abandoned factory.

"No way this is the bunker," I say. "It's too awesome in there to be in this craphole."

"You're right." He comes around to the back and points to a round metal door before picking me up. "It's in there."

"Oh, so we're in Lord of the Rings now. Okay." He looks at me with a confused look on his face and carries me down to the hole.

When he gets there, it opens for him. Well, actually, Dean opens it from the inside, but it still looks pretty cool, since you can't see him do it.

Sam carries me in and set me down in a chair at the table in the library.

"You know," I say, "you guys are pretty adventurous, considering you're Bilbo Baggins."

Dean snorts. "Just because our door is round doesn't mean we live in a hobbit hole."

"How do you even understand that reference, Dean?" Sam asks, sitting down next to me. "You didn't read the books!"

Dean makes a face. "I saw the movies, man. Everyone's seen the movies."

"I haven't seen the movies," I volunteer. "I only read the books." Sam holds up a hand. I high-five him.

"Son on a bitch," Dean says. "You guys are going to gang up on me and pick on me from now on, aren't you?"

"Only when you're wrong," I say, giving him a sweet smile.

"So, all the time," Sam says. We high-five again.

Dean rolls his eyes. "I called Cas. He said he'll be here in a few hours."

After an hour of reading a book that Sam handed me after I asked him for something to do, I say, "So what now, since Cas isn't a hunter anymore? There's no one left to look after home base if you both go on a hunt?"

Dean sits down across from me as Sam looks up from his spot next to me. He looks at Dean, who makes a face.

"Actually…" Dean says.

"We were wondering if you'd like to stay here and hold down the fort," Sam asks.

"I'm a hunter," I say. "Not a librarian."

"We'd switch out," Dean says nonchalantly, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, like we'll take turns staying back," Sam says.

I close my eyes so they can't see my tears. I don't usually cry. But they're offering me a home. A sort-of family. They barely even know me and they're offering me things I haven't had since I was nineteen years old.

"That way, two people could be on a case, and they would be able to call back here and get some answers," Sam says. "Like, they'd ask a question, and the person here would research it and get back to them on it."

I smile. "And I can live here?"

"If you want. You can always say no."

"Why the hell would I say no? I haven't had a home since I was nineteen! Of course I'll do it!"

Sam grins.

"Oh my god," I say excitedly. "I would hug you both right now, but I can't stand up, and also my leg feels like it's on fire."

"Cas will be here in three or four hours," Dean says. "Just hang tight."

"Meanwhile," Sam says. "Welcome to the family."

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