Author's Note: I don't own anything having to do with Supernatural or The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants only Leah belongs to me.

Sadie- belongs to SPNxBookworm

Kate- belongs to Jenmm31

Becca- belongs to ispiltthemilk

This time I got to be just as surprised as the rest of you because this chapter was written by the very talented SPNxBookworm! So, it will be from Sadie's point of view. Hope you all enjoy as much as I did!

Chapter 4

"Come on Sadie, we have more important places to be," Dean whined. More important places to be? I restrained myself from punching my brother in the face as I turned to glare at him. Leah, my adopted sister and one of my best friends, was going to hell in a just a few months. And Dean thought we had more important places to be. I watched him study my look for a second and that's when it seemed to dawn on him.

"Oh," he said and his expression instantly turned into guilt. "I'm sorry Sade, I didn't mean it like that. I just-" he stuttered before giving up and pulling me into a hug. Dean giving hugs is a rare thing mind you, but ever since I'd told him and Sam about Leah, all I was getting was hugs. I'm not a freaking teddy bear, you know.

"It's nothing," I said as I half-heartedly pulled away; part of me never wanting to get out of the embrace of my big twin brother's arms. "But I need to go Dean. This might be the last time…the very last time we ever meet," I tried not to choke on the sobs I could feel building in my chest. "I promise to be back tomorrow. We're just meeting at this bar for drinks, wanting to officially say our goodbyes I guess."

Dean nodded in understanding as he gave me a sad smile. "Take care of yourself."

"I will," I replied as I donned my jacket and boots, grabbed my wallet and gun off the crappy yellow bedside table and headed towards the front door. I never left without my gun. You never know when you might need it. I turned back when I heard Dean calling out my name again. "What?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"You want to take the Impala?" he asked.

I stared wide-eyed at him. He'd never asked me firsthand if I wanted to drive the Impala. "Dude, you're okay, aren't you?" I teased.

"Shuddup," he muttered. He almost looked like he was regretting even asking me. I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped my lips.

"Thanks for asking, but no. You guys will need it when you head out," I reasoned. "I'll hotwire some random piece of junk." Dean smirked at my statement and waved a goodbye as I stepped outside and shut the door behind me. The next thing I knew, I collided with Sam.

"Whoa, sorry," Sam said as he steadied me. He gave me one look and understood exactly where I was headed off to. I'd told him earlier about what I was planning to do. "Take care sis," he said. I smiled and nodded and walked off to the parking lot, looking for a decent car to hijack. Decent because I'd never hear the end of it from Becca, Leah, or Kate it I turned up with a piece of shit car. They'd tease me until my head went bald.

"Bingo," I muttered as I spotted a gorgeous looking 1970 Dodge Challenger. I smirked to myself just imaging the looks on my friends' faces. It hardly took a couple of minutes for me to break in. I quietly slid into the car, still keeping an eye out for onlookers. So far, so good. Another few seconds and the car vibrated as it rumbled to life. I grinned to myself as I backed up onto the stretch of highway. I saw Dean and Sam watching from the motel room window and I waved goodbye as I sped off towards my destination.

X-X-X

Panic rose through me as the car hydroplaned on the asphalt. It took all my concentration to get the car back on the road and driving straight again. I sighed in relief and waited for my heartbeat to lower as I picked up my phone from the passenger seat. I'd been so lost in my thoughts and driving that my phone buzzing scared the living daylights out of me. Hilarious how a simple ringtone makes me jump a mile high. The girls have teased me to no end on that little piece.

"You better have a good reason to call me Bec. I nearly crashed the car thanks to you," I growled into the phone.

"Hey, quit your whining. We have a problem," Becca told me.

"What?" I asked apprehensively.

"It's Leah. Kate got a hold of her just a couple of hours ago and she said she can't make it," Becca explained.

I groaned. I couldn't tell how Leah felt, but I'd seen the look on her face, the brightness in her eyes, even after she'd revealed that she was going to hell. If I didn't know better, I'd felt like she'd forget her worries, her problems, everything when we were together. I knew I felt like that. But then again, we were different in so many ways and similar in many others. "Did you try to talk to her?" I asked, pulling off to the side of the road and getting out of the car.

"Yeah. She won't pick up," Becca said. I could almost hear the annoyance and hurt in her voice. I sighed.

"Fine, I'll try," I said, chuckling when I heard Becca yelling something that sounded suspiciously like 'over-grown ape' to one of her brothers. "See you in a few," I said and hung up. Becca. The only other klutz in our group other than me. Becca and I would find a way to fall or break something in the weirdest ways possible. The most quirky, funny, and outgoing girl in our group of four. She was like the ray of sunshine that erupted after a dark and gloomy day. Just seeing and hearing her talk would brighten up my day.

My finger hovered over Leah in my phonebook. Would she even pick up my calls? The last time I'd been trying to call her up, she'd ignored every single one. Understandable when you don't want to talk about the fact that you're going to hell and put on a fake smile just for the sake of others. I finally understood how she felt. She was putting up a brave face just for us. "Dammit Le," I whispered to myself. I needed to talk to her, let her know how much we all cared. If she still felt like she couldn't do it, I wasn't going to force her. She deserved a break.

I hit call and waited, not surprised when it went to voicemail. I wasn't giving up though. I'd call her a hundred times if it meant that she'd pick up at least once. On the sixteenth count, I was almost about to hang up and try again when I heard the 'click' of the call being picked up. I braced myself, knowing Leah would be pissed.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT? SOMEONE BETTER BE DEAD THIS TIME SADIE OR I SWEAR I WILL KICK YOUR ASS!" I heard Leah yell into the phone. I couldn't stop the smirk that played across my face as I heard her brothers laughing in the background.

"Do you want someone to be dead?" I asked innocently, leaning on the hood of the Dodge.

"Well, no but -" Leah started before I cut her off.

"How many calls did you get before mine?" I asked and heard Leah sigh on her end of the line.

"Eighteen from Kate and twelve from Becca," she muttered.

"Wow, that's gotta be a new world record. Anyway, we just wanted to see you Leah," I started, taking this slow.

"Sadie, you know I can't. I'm leaving in a couple of months -" I cut her off.

"That's exactly why we want to see you. I know we promised that we wouldn't meet again but I don't think any of us wants to lose you Leah. I know that I can't begin to understand how you must feel but this may as well be the last time we ever see you," I said, trying to keep my voice even but failing. For once, I let the tears fall. I wish I could do something. I'd researched day and night after we'd departed the last time but there was nothing. I understood why Leah had done it though. If either of my brothers had died, I wouldn't have wasted a second in selling my soul for them.

I could almost hear Leah's sharp intake of breath, "Sade."

I hastily wiped the tears off my face before clearing my voice. "Look, we're not trying to force you. If you really aren't up to it, it's totally fine with us. I'll call up Kate and Becca and let them know you can't make it," I told her. I couldn't force her to do this. None of us could. It wasn't fair to Leah.

"Yeah cause blowing my phone up for the last hour isn't forcing me to do anything…ugh. You suck, you know that? I'll come. See you in a few," she said. I almost started jumping around in joy.

"Thanks Leah. Again, don't feel pressurized into doing this -" I started only for Leah to cut me off.

"Sadie, stop with the chick-flick already. I want to meet you girls. I'll make it, I promise," she said before saying goodbye and hanging up. I smiled to myself as I got back into the car and started driving. I called up Becca and let her know that Leah was coming. I then called up Kate and put it on speaker so I could drive freely.

I frowned as I heard the call get picked up but no one talking through the other end. I could distinctly hear the rumbling of a car though. I smirked. Kate must have dropped the phone.

"Anytime you want, Kate," I teased.

A huff sounded as Kate finally answered, "Whatever Sadie." I could almost see her roll her eyes. "So, is she coming?"

"Yup. She's annoyed and probably all sorts of pissed, but she's coming," I said.

"Good," Kate said. I could hear a slight hint of excitement in her voice and my curiosity instantly peaked.

"Anything you want to tell me, Kate?" I asked.

"Nah. It's a surprise. We changed up the location. I'll message you it right now. See you there," Kate said and promptly hung up. She's said 'we'. That had to mean her and Becca.

I sat back, chuckling to myself. Kate ever failed to surprise me. She seemed shy and reserved the first time I'd met her, but once you got to know her, she was just as amazing as Leah or Becca. My heart really went out to her. She's just lost her dad and even then, she tried to paint on a cheerful face, kind of like Leah.

As my phone beeped with the arrival of my new destination, I quickly glanced to it and felt a genuine smile creeping up my face. Becca and Kate, you girls are geniuses.

I sighed as I comfortably leaned back onto the seat and floored the accelerator, eager to see my girls.

X-X-X

Slowing down, I glanced out of the window trying to spot the bar Kate had mentioned, though I had no problem remembering the name. I grinned as I saw the banner of the Shining Star club and bar glowing bright in its neon lighting. This was the place we'd first met, years after leaving school to go our own separate ways. Call it Fate, but we'd all ended up in the same school and that had been the start of our never ending friendship.

I pulled up and parked a few feet away before stepping out and craning my head trying to spot my girls. Not seeing them anywhere, I walked up to the bar and spotted Kate and Becca exiting it.

"Hey," I yelled out, an instant grin automatically forming.

Kate squealed in happiness and hugged me. It had only been a few weeks since we'd last met but it often felt like a lifetime. I smirked as I looked at Becca who was grinning herself but standing quite a few feet away.

"Nope, no hugs. High five's good though," she said, smirking and held up her hand for a high five which I returned.

"So, bus or Dean drop you off?" Kate asked.

"Nope. Stole a car this time," I said pointing to the Dodge a few feet behind me.

"Nice," Kate and Becca said at the same time as they eyed the car.

"At least you didn't turn up in some piece of shit car like before," Becca teased.

I groaned, "Come on man! That was like, three years ago." Kate snorted as I tried to defend myself. Ah, they were never going to let that go.

"You sure Leah's turning up?" Kate asked. I nodded. She had agreed, hadn't she? I crossed my fingers, really hoping she would turn up. We waited for about fifteen minutes before the familiar rumble of an Impala reached our ears. All three of us had wide Cheshire cat grins planted on our faces as Leah stepped out of the car, her back still facing us as she talked to her brothers.

"God damn it, Dean! I'll be fine," she almost yelled. She huffed as the Impala finally drove away. "Yeesh," she muttered before turning towards us. As soon as she turned, my grin fell as a look of shock replaced it. I was pretty sure Kate and Becca were wearing similar looks.

"Holy Hannah, what happened to you?" Kate asked, voicing my thoughts. Leah's face was an array of scars and with the way she held herself, I knew she had bruises on more than just her face and neck. There was a bandage across her forehead and her nose looked…broken, though it seemed to be healing.

Leah struggled as she walked over to us and smiled despite her injuries. "It's nothing guys. I did a Becca and ended up kissing another car with the Nissan I was driving. I'm fine. Dean was just relieved that it had been a Nissan and not his precious Baby," she said, chuckling as Becca let out an indignant 'Hey!' and glared at Leah.

Leah laughed as she looked up at the name of the bar. "Ooh. Good choice," she said. We all chuckled. It was just like the other time we'd met up here. We'd managed to somehow track down each others' aliases as hunters and find out the phone numbers through those aliases. And after spending almost half a year and endless hours of gossiping on the phone, we'd finally decided to meet face to face after such a long time.

"Come on," I said, laughing along with my girls as we headed into the bar.

X-X-X

"God, I forgot how good these were," Becca said as she sipped her drink. I smirked as Leah nodded her head. Kate and I had gotten apple martinis while Becca and Leah had settled for margaritas.

"Yeah, try not to get too many refills there, Bec. The last time you got drunk, it wasn't pretty," I teased. I couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped my lips as Becca scowled.

"So, what's been going on?" Leah asked. We didn't need her to clarify. It was like a routine question that a least one of us asked every time we met. Lives as hunters were tough and sometimes you needed that someone to talk it off with. Sure, all of us hid most of what was bothering us even then, but I guess that's just the Winchester gene in us all.

"How about you start?" Kate suggested.

Leah sighed. "Nothing much. All in all, Dean went crazy over his Baby being nabbed by this chick we met named Bela. We got it back though so no harm done. She had this kick-ass jacket that I really wanted and well, before that I pulled a Becca and crashed a car…but no moose this time," she smirked then looked pointedly towards us. "Your turn. Spill."

I looked around at Kate and Becca to see them staring at me. "Oh, come on!" Why me?" I whined. "I'm-" I started to say but Kate cut me off.

"You can't pull that 'I'm the oldest' card here Sadie. Not going to work," she said, mischievously smiling.

"Fine," I grumbled. "I don't have a lot though. Just a case I hope we never do again. Long story short, we saved a family from being killed by an impending bugpocalypse. I hate bugs and it's not fun getting stung by hundreds of bees."

"Thank you!" Becca said as she high-fived me. "I feel your pain," she said before turning to Leah. "That makes three of us," she said, pointing to me and Kate. Oh, now I get it. She was talking about our hatred and fear of bugs. "How the hell do you stand those creepy ass things?" Becca asked looking completely grossed out.

"They don't bother me," Leah shrugged indifferently. "Rats though…" she trailed off. Kate and I couldn't help but grin and muffle our own laughter while Becca started chuckling out loud at Leah's revelation, who was now glaring dangerously at Becca. We all knew each others fears and while the three of us feared bugs, for Leah it was rats.

"OW!" I yelled as I felt a sharp pain race across my ankle. I looked up through teary, pain-filled eyes and saw that Kate and Becca were wheezing in laughter as they held the table for support while Leah was looking shocked and throwing me apologetic looks.

"Sorry! I meant to hit Becca," she admitted, chuckling herself. I couldn't help but join in.

"Next time, aim first," I suggested to Leah who smirked.

"I'm going to miss this," Kate admitted, swirling her drink around in her glass.

Leah scoffed, "Yeah, I'll miss the drinks too. Besides, you'll do this again." Leah got up from the table.

"Don't leave!" All three of us yelled at the same time.

"Relax," Leah rolled her eyes, "I need to empty my bladder and I don't plan on jumping out any bathroom windows."

I smirked and nodded. "So, refills anyone?" I asked. Not surprising that all three agreed since most of the time we'd head to a motel, drunk out of our wits and crash, groaning and complaining of a hangover the next morning before parting.

"I can't carry all four glasses you know," I reasoned. Becca hopped off her chair, accompanying me to get the drinks while Leah headed off to the bathroom.

"Two apple martinis and two margarita refills," I called out to the bartender. He smiled and walked over to us, taking our glasses. He went back to his station and attended to a few bikers before coming back to us.

"So, not wanting to brag but there's a Special you can order instead of those boring martinis and margaritas," he told us.

"What's so special about the Special?" Becca asked. I almost chuckled at the wording. Way to go, Becs.

The bartender smirked, "It's just a little something I've whipped up. You totally don't have to if you don't want to."

I eyed Becca who shrugged. Yeah, she was right, something different wouldn't hurt. "Okay then. Four Specials please," I smiled. He nodded, promptly walking off to prepare out drinks.

"So, anything you want to tell me Bec?" I asked and she gave me a confused look. "Your twin picked up the phone the other day when I was trying to call you and well…hitchhiking?" I asked crossing my arms.

She gave me an exasperated look. "Oh, come on! Geez, Sade. So I got arrested for hitchhiking. It's not a big deal! And you've probably been arrested for worse," she counted. I faltered. I couldn't argue with that. I held up my hands in a surrendering gesture while she put on a satisfied, triumphant expression.

"Here you go, ma'ams," said the bartender as he walked over to us and deposited four glasses, slightly bigger than shot glasses, in front of us. Hmm, we might have to order more if it tastes good. I picked one up and handed the other to Becca and we downed the drink in one gulp.

"Wow," I said.

"That's pretty dang good," Becca agreed.

I frowned slightly as I clutched the bar top for support when the room lurched slightly. My alarm grew as Becca held onto me before she stumbled. I met her wide eyes with my own. We both realized instantly what had happened.

"Hello, gorgeous," came a sneer from my left and I felt my heart skip a beat seeing the bikers the bartender had served. Everything clicked into place. The bikers had probably bribed the bartender to spike our drinks. I weakly tried fighting off the arm that took hold of my waist and was now steering me towards the backdoor of the bar.

"Lemme go," I slurred. Crap. I stumbled into the door, hitting my elbow as the ground moved dangerously beneath my feet. I could hear Becca's weak struggles as we were led out of the bar.

The cool evening air hitting my face cleared my head for a moment before I was pushed against a wall with the biker's ugly face in front of mine. I vaguely heard Becca next to me, slurring out curses and threats at the guy holding her. Two guys. That's it. I cursed inwardly as my body refused to cooperate with me. If I wasn't drugged, these guys would be mush by now.

"Aren't you a lovely devil?" the guy holding Becca crooned as he ran a hand around her waist, lifting up her top slightly. Shit. I suddenly realized what they were about to do as I felt a hand tugging at my own tank top.

"Stop fighting, love," the guy holding me said. I fought weakly, trying to get my uncooperative arms to move.

"Stop. Please!" I managed to yell out.

"No! Stop!" I heard Becca say.

This was not good. I knew Becca's past and she did mine and we both knew what it was like to be in a situation like this. I had almost gotten assaulted like this when I'd been stupid enough to walk into that shifter's trap who had disguised himself as Dean, while Becca had been ganged up on by a couple of guys, human men, before her brother had burst through the door at the right moment and saved her.

I full on panicked and tried to gain control over the drug coursing through me. I was not going though this again and neither was Becca. I could see her struggling as much as I was, panic and determination in her features, just like mine. I just hoped that Kate and Leah would realize something was wrong before it was too late.

"Hey assholes. Let go of our friends." I almost lost my footing at the voice. Leah.

I felt myself slide to the ground along with Becca as the guys let go of us. Damn, whatever they gave us, it was strong. I barely heard the heated exchanged between Leah, Kate, who I'd just noticed, and the two perverts. It's like my mind didn't want to focus. I sensed Becca next to me and sought to hold her hand, needing the contact after such a near miss…again. I relaxed slightly as I found her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

The next minute, Leah was in front of me. "Crap. Sade? Hey, come on girl, look at me," I heard her say. I fought to gain control of my eyelids, failing each time.

"Damn. What did they give them?" Kate asked Leah concern in her voice.

I looked up at Leah, confused. Weren't those guys…then it registered as I saw two limp, bloodied guys out cold behind her and Kate. Wow, I'm proud of my girls. They can kick ass.

"'M here," I heard Becca mumble. I nodded along with her.

"Jus'…wait," I slurred.

After a few minutes of struggling, I felt my vision clear and the ground stopped spinning somewhat. "Hey," I said as I looked at Leah. She laughed in relief as she took hold of my elbow to help me up.

"OW!" I yelled as I yanked my arm back, surprised that I'd managed to. "Hit my arm on the back door," I explained as Leah gave me a startled look. She helped me up while Kate helped Becca.

"You girls, okay?" Kate asked, holding onto Becca as she stumbled.

I slapped a hand out to the wall as the ground moved again. "Shit. I hate getting' drugged," I muttered as Leah held onto me. "We're fine. Thanks to you two."

Becca nodded. "Yeah, thanks. If you girls hadn't made it, I don't even-" Kate cut her off.

"Don't you even think about it Becs. Of course we made it. Thank God Leah heard you or we'd never have known," she said. I frowned, looking questioningly at Leah.

Leah sighed, pointing to the window pane a few feet above that. "That's the only window in the girl's bathroom. I heard those two guys and then heard you and Becca yell out."

Oh, that makes sense. "This was so not how I pictured this night to go," I admitted, smiling wryly.

"Ya think?" Becca snorted. I was happy how she was taking this. Sure, we both were shaken up pretty bad, and it would obviously take a few nightmares and sleepless nights before this was over; but I was glad that she wasn't withdrawing into herself.

"Let's get outta here," Kate said. Becca and I nodded, and with a little help from Leah and Kate, we managed to make it to the nearest motel because there was no way any of us was making it back to our brothers right now.

X-X-X

Groaning, I pulled the blanket over my head as sunlight threatened to blind me. I frowned slightly as I heard Leah curse before light footsteps sounded on the carpeted floor and the sound of curtains being pulled reached my ears. Wait a minute, what time was it? The last thing I remembered was Leah dropping me onto the bed and her arguing with Kate about who was going to keep an eye on whom before I finally blacked out.

I slowly opened my eyes, wincing at the pounding in my skull. Then the memories came rushing back from last night and I stumbled out of bed before bolting into the bathroom, managing to bang my elbow again in the process. I barely made it to the toilet bowl before throwing up violently.

I moaned as the retching finally let down after what felt like hours, though I knew it had only been minutes. Feeling a cool washcloth on my neck, I smiled as I looked up at Leah. "Thanks," I croaked. Yeck. I sound like a zombie.

"Don't mention it," she said as she sat next to me as I used the bathtub for a back rest.

"You don't need to see this," I told her, beyond embarrassed that she'd caught me like this.

"Hey, cut the crap woman. I'm sure Becca's puking her guts out too. I know what happened yesterday was beyond horrible and I can't begin to understand what must be going through that thick skull of yours, but I'm here, so deal with it," she snapped at me. I smirked. I gingerly got to my feet, refusing help from Leah which earned me a scuff to the back of my head. I walked over to the sink and rinsed my mouth out, thankful that Leah gave me a little privacy to freshen up and brush my teeth.

I walked back out and flopped onto my bed, already tired. "This sucks," I whined.

"You don't say?" Leah chuckled.

"I second Sadie," I heard Becca say as both she and Kate entered the room, Becca sitting on the bed next to me. "This sucks."

"Oh, quit whining," Kate said sternly. You now, for the youngest one in the group, she could sure be intimidating sometimes. "Now, don't blow up but Leah and I called your brothers to come and get you because you are in no state to drive back yourselves," she said. I opened my mouth but then closed it, knowing she was right. Becca made a disapproving sound before sighing and lying down on my bed.

Dean was going to go full on mother-hen on me.

X-X-X

"I'm fine," I insisted as Dean gave me a calculating look. I threw my arms into the air in exasperation as I turned away from him and walked up to Leah and Kate who were watching our brothers mother-hen over me and Becca. I chuckled as Becca fought with her twin to get away to say goodbye to us.

"So, um, thanks for everything," I said as I reached Kate and Leah. Becca walked up behind me.

"Yeah, thanks," she agreed.

"Stop with the thanks already. What are friends for?" Kate said as she pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back, smiling. I turned to Leah, who was looking at her feet.

"So, I guess this is goodbye," I said. She looked up and I was startled to see the unshed tears in her eyes. Leah rarely cried. I broke down completely seeing the sadness, the pain, every damn emotion on her face. I pulled her into an embrace, letting my own tears fall. "I'll miss you," I whispered. I felt Leah nod against my neck.

She turned to Kate and Becca to say her goodbyes. All four of us rarely ever cried but today, today I didn't care. Leah was leaving…forever. I never thought I'd ever have to face that. Becca never liked hugs, but today she clung onto Leah as she cried…as all four of us sobbed.

"So, just because I'm gone doesn't mean this won't happen, okay?" Leah told the three of us. "You girls keep meeting, keep doing your thing. I'll see you later…much later," she said, smiling sadly before finally walking away from us and towards her brothers. For once, all four of our families had come to pick us up after last nights events.

Saying our goodbyes to one another, we parted. I watched as Leah, Kate and Becca drove away with their brothers. A sudden sadness, a sense of loss filled me. Leah still had a few months to go before her deal was up but I wasn't so sure she'd be keen on meeting one more time.

"Sade?" Dean questioned, looking at me.

"I'm fine," I said, wiping at my wet eyes. I got into the car and stared out the window. "Let's get out of here."

God, I'll miss you Leah. Miss you so, damn, much.