Chapter 4: At Long Last
"Yeah… thanks again Jonathan," Leah said quietly.
"So… I guess I'll call you when he— if he— wakes up," Jonathan replied over the phone.
"Okay…" Leah said.
"Thanks again, Leah, for everything," Jonathan said honestly.
"No problem. Just…doing my job. Bye," Leah said.
"Bye."
Leah sighed, putting her phone away. She rubbed her eyes irritably, yawning. She barely got any sleep. The images of the previous night would not leave her mind. And that demon… how it just left. Leah shook her head solemnly and walked over to her bag. She pulled out a short-sleeved, black button-down shirt. She stripped off her blood-stained black t-shirt, threw on the button-down, and then threw on her black leather jacket. A sudden annoyance struck her when she realized she was searing all black. Again. She grabbed her bag again, shuffling through her clothes. Then she pulled out another shirt. This was a white, short-sleeved button-down shirt. Leah bit her lip in uncertainty, debating with herself.
"What the hell," she said, and then she took off her black leather jacket.
Trudging outside, Leah dropped down onto her bike. It was quite early in the morning, so the bright yellow sun cast a particularly beautiful glow over the street, so unlike the previous night. Leah sighed, revving her motorcycle's engine. But she longed to get out of the town. Jonathan told her that the demons were gone, but Leah still didn't want to be here. She felt extraordinarily guilty— the police, receiving an anonymous phone call, from her, went out to the diner to find the place massacred, except for William McKenley. Jonathan said when he got there, William was still unconscious, and the police and hospital concluded that he was in a coma, probably from trauma (also eliminating the fact that he could be the suspect). Leah knew it wasn't her fault, but she couldn't face Jonathan if something was really wrong. Leah sighed once more, looking up at the heavens. Then she sped off suddenly, her black leather jacket flying with the wind, her bright white shirt shining in the sunlight.
As Leah sped through the morning hours and into the noon hours, trying to keep her mind blank. She was exhausted. Not just physically, but emotionally and especially mentally. I mean really, Leah argued with herself, if everyone on the Earth went through exactly what I've been through, then everyone would've probably jumped off a cliff by now. Leah stopped, thinking. Oddly enough, she never had suicide thoughts. But thinking about it now, she wondered why not. Her life was pretty much screwed as it was, as she thought previously. Except for Dean and Sam. But she wasn't even in contact with them anymore…
"Don't be stupid," Leah said out loud to herself. Ridiculous, Leah continued on, ignoring most traffic. She as way out of Clover by now, heading west. She didn't even know where she was going. Looking around, she sighed in irritation when she saw a stop light up ahead. As she was pulling up to the light, right behind a car, she stopped dead in her tracks. Good thing it was a stoplight. Sitting right there, in the second lane on the left, sat a shiny black car. A gorgeous, sleek, well kept, shiny black car… A 1967 Chevy Impala. Leah gripped the handlebars to her motorcycle tightly. For a while after she left Dean and Sam, she thought she saw their car everywhere. It's probably just another car, just a normal black, '67 Chevy Impala, Leah thought. The Impala was sitting up at the front of the stop light, and Leah was on the right of it, right behind another car, in such a way that Leah could see the Impala, but now whoever was inside. Leah sat there, starting to get impatient. She could hear the soft purring of the Impala. It was soft…and relaxing. Just like Dean's Impala. Leah felt frustration suddenly. This was getting ridiculous. And the stop light seemed to be getting longer and longer. Leah gripped the handlebars tighter. She stared at the red light which was unchanging. Then abruptly, something snapped inside Leah— without even thinking, she hit the accelerator to her motorcycle, quickly weaving around the car in front of her. The traffic was pretty much clear, except for a large semi coming from the right side. Leah didn't have a death-wish, or a thought of suicide. She just needed to get away from the purring Impala. But she didn't even see the semi. And she pulled out into the intersection; people on all sides began screaming and honking at her. Leah looked up and saw the semi, her eyes widening. Then suddenly, through the midst of the honking and screaming, Leah heard a voice. A very familiar voice.
"Hey!!"
Then she heard the screeching tires of a car behind her. Leah tried to turn to see who yelled out after her, but suddenly things seemed to go into fast-motion: the semi truck slammed on its breaks, the car behind Leah swerved in front of the semi, and Leah slammed on the motorcycle breaks which caused her bike to skid off to the side, making her fall off. The semi truck swerved to avoid Leah, and Leah lifted her head to see the shiny black Impala screeching to a stop on her left, blocking the semi. Leah wrenched off her helmet, gasping for breath. And then the two men in the Impala jumped out of the car. Leah, half-way sprawled out on the ground, her legs tangled underneath her motorcycle and her torso being supported by her arms, gasped when she saw the two men.
"D-dean?" Leah whispered her eyes wide, "S-sam?"
The two men's bright green eyes widened.
"Leah…" the older-looking one said softly I disbelief. But before they could say anything else, or even make a move toward Leah, a crowd of people began filling the space like a flood.
"Oh, my God!"
"Are you okay?!"
"What were you thinking?!"
"Call an ambulance!"
"Oh, my gosh!"
People were yelling on all sides of Leah. A couple of strong-looking men pulled Leah's heavy bike off of her and someone pulled her up off the cold hard concrete.
People were still bombarding Leah with questions. Leah struggled to turn away, feeling very dizzy and disoriented. She tried to look for Dean and Sam, but the crowd was overwhelming.
"Dean?!" Leah cried hoarsely, still dazed, "Sam?!" But the crowd was too thick. In the distance she could hear an ambulance or a fire truck.
"I-I'm fine," Leah protested, but no one seemed to listen. By now the semi truck driver was climbing out of his truck. His nose was bloody, obviously from smashing into the steering wheel. He was also clutching a limp arm. Automatically people began crowding him too— he must have been a local. Look looked at herself; all she had was a large scrape on her right arm and a small cut on her face, not including bruises galore. But she was okay with that, since people were now dashing over to the injured truck driver. Leah looked around again, for a sign of dark shaggy hair, or copped brown-blonde hair. Or even the shiny Impala. But she couldn't see anything. Looking around, Leah noticed a diner off the side of the road. Quickly, without the notice of the concerned crowd, Leah made her way over to the diner after grabbing her motorcycle.
Leah walked into the diner, trying not to limp from the pain in her legs.
"Water…" she asked before the bartender could ask her.
"Are you okay…?" the man asked tenderly.
"Yeah…" Leah said, trying to muster up a smile. She thanked him as he handed her a glass of water, and then she turning to glance outside. The ambulance had arrived finally, and they were escorting the bloody truck driver over to the vehicle. Leah sighed, turning away from the scene. She didn't mean to cause such a commotion out there. Not like that… And Dean and Sam. Were they really there…? It was quiet a moment as Leah held her cup of water. The waiter was watching Leah cautiously.
"Leah?" someone spoke.
"Leah turned on the spot. Two young men stood there, almost as disbelieving as Leah. It was them. Dean and Sam Winchester. Without a word, Leah put her cup of water on the counter. Then she crossed the diner over to them, ad wordlessly embraced Dean, and then Sam. Her mind was totally blank. Nothing. Just that moment, their reunion. It was silent as they stood there, Dean and Leah embracing each other. Then Sam and Leah. When at they let go, numbed by the moment, Leah stood back, staring at the both of them.
"Long time no see," Dean said, breaking the silence. Sam smiled at Leah gently. And Leah couldn't help it— she grinned back, every last bit of joy overtaking her suddenly, as if all the joy she missed in the past five months was rushing back to her in this simple moment.
"So," Dean said, looking around. He glanced outside again, where the crowds were finally starting to disperse now that the action was over. He looked back at Leah.
"What does a guy have to do to get some food around here?
