CHAPTER 4

Leigh had barely made it down the street before she heard Sam's voice from behind her.

"Leigh!" Sam called after her. Seeing her pick up her pace, Sam did the same; running after her like his life depended on it. After all this time, he understands why she would be freaked out at seeing him – or he thought he did. She wouldn't stop, no matter how much he called after her, so he just followed. He followed her all the way back to an apartment building.

'Why doesn't she just shimmer?' Sam thought.

Leigh reached her door and started to fumble with the key. Hearing Sam's footsteps getting nearer, she hurried, trying to get inside as soon as she could. Suddenly, a large, warm, familiar hand clasped around hers, stopping her shaking hands from trying to unlock the door. He took the keys from her and unlocked the door for her, throwing her a cautious glance. She hurried inside and stood against the wall furthest from the door. Sam looked at her, as if asking for permission to enter. She nodded and Sam walked inside towards her.

"That's close enough." She said halting him in his steps when he was about three metres away from her.

"Leigh, I get why you're worried, but it's me." He smiled at her brightly. "It's really me. I'm back."

Her brow furrowed. Why was he talking as if he didn't know what he did three months ago? "Yeah, Sam, I know it's you. I saw you three months ago."

Now it was Sam's turn to look confused. "What do you mean? I only got out of the pit a few weeks ago."

"Sam, you've been back for over a year." Sam's mouth hung open in absolute shock. "Wait, wait, wait, don't you remember…anything?"

"No! The last thing I remember is jumping into the pit! Why would everyone lie to me?" now he looked pissed. Leigh shrugged. "Leigh," she flinched when he reached out to touch her, so he retracted his hand, "what happened when you saw me?"

"Well…"

**There was a knock at her apartment door. Leigh got up slowly to answer it. She got an energy ball ready in her hand and looked through the peephole. Her heart stopped when she saw a tall, broad shouldered brunette man standing there.

He couldn't be though…it was a trick. It must be; some demons trying to get to her or…or…anything. But he couldn't be back. Sam was dead. She walked over to the fridge and pulled out her water bottle – holy water only. She opened the door and splashed the water onto Sam's face. Nothing happened. He just wiped his face and laughed.

"Hey Leigh." He smirked.

"I – you – how – I don't – you died!" she sputtered out.

"I'm back." He held out his arms, gesturing her to come closer to him. Leigh frowned and grabbed a silver knife from the kitchen. Sam sighed and took it, cutting his arm to prove himself.

"Christo." She said; a last attempt to convince herself that it couldn't be him. She spent too long trying to accept it for him to just, be back.

"It's really me." He smiled, and within a second, his lips were on hers. He pulled back when he needed breath and he tasted something salty. "Why are you crying?" he wiped her tears away with his thumb while walking inside with her and kicking the door shut behind him.

"I can't believe it's you! How did you get back? How did you find me?" she asked through light sobs.

"I don't know yet, but I'm working on it. I think it could've been the angels – you know how they are. And I was just finishing up a case, passing through town and I saw you. I wanted to be sure so I followed you back here." He explained and kissed her softly.

Their soft, innocent kiss quickly became a needy, desperate one. Sam let his hands roam up her torso and slip under her shirt. Neither knew exactly how, but soon enough they were both nearly naked and kissing heatedly. Sam picked her up and brought her legs around his waist, carrying her to her bed, neither breaking the kiss. He threw her onto the bed and crawled on top of her. He kissed her neck and they spent the rest of the night in a sweaty tangle of limbs.

Leigh woke later that night to the sound of footsteps against her wooden floor. She groggily sat up in her bed, pulling the covers up to cover her body and rubbed her eyes as they adjusted to the light. She saw Sam buttoning up his shirt and pulling on his shoes.

"Hey," she finally spoke, "What are you doing?"

Sam looked back at her and for a second, she thought he looked annoyed. "Hey, I was just going to go call Dean and let him know what's up." He said softly and sat on the edge of her bed. He kissed her forehead and put on his other shoe. Walking swiftly towards the door, he said over his shoulder "I'll be back soon." And with that he left Leigh in bed with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.**

"…needless to say, you didn't come back." She finished retelling the story to Sam, who looked guilty and mortified as he listened.

"Oh my god. Leigh – I'm so, so, sorry – I had no idea!" he said, his eyes burning from restrained tears as he thought about the way he treated her. Leigh just nodded, there was something else she wasn't telling him and he knew it. "What else?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"What aren't you telling me? I know when you're keeping something from me so don't even try to lie." He said firmly, but caringly.

"Sam, I…I'm…I'm pregnant."