Chapter 4: Mystery

"Bobby?!" Dean yelled out loudly. Leah turned off the engine to her motorcycle, staring around.

"Um… Bobby lives here?" she asked, gaping at the dump around them. Shells and skeletons of old cars were everywhere. Different parts were lying around, tires were accumulated in some areas, and unidentifiable pieces of scrap were strewn about. Dean turned to glance skeptically at Leah.

"You got a problem about where Bobby lives?" he asked haughtily.

"No," Leah said, grinning, fingering a nearby engine, "I love it." Dean's half-triumphant smirk faded.

"No, Bobby doesn't live here," Sam piped in, glancing around after giving Dean a sharp look. "He just works around here. His house is up there." He nodded in the northern direction.

When they arrived at Bobby's house, Leah could not help but smile. It was a tiny, almost run-down little place, but to Leah it seemed like home.

"Bobby?!" Sam called out when they finally got in the house. Dean and Sam let themselves in as if it was nothing.

"Dean? Sam?" a new voice called out. Leah tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. Her black jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket, and black boot did not help the matter. A man appeared in the room: he had a dark ball cap on, and a dark green tattered vast. He noticed Leah right off. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Who's this?" he demanded.

"Leah Silvers," Sam replied, glancing back at her.

"Hunter," Dean added. Leah nodded in assurance.

"Well I guess Dean and Sam here have already told you who I am," Bobby replied, smirking slightly and glancing at Dean and Sam. Leah nodded again.

"Leah needs help," Sam said quietly. Bobby looked at Sam then at Leah.

"What kind of help?"

Bobby frowned to himself. Leah sat quietly, waiting patiently. Dean and Sam were standing, their arms crossed, thinking deeply.

"This is so weird…" Bobby finally said. Leah remained silent, still waiting for a conclusion.

"Through all my years of hunting, and researching, never have I come across something like this…" he added.

"So? Any leads at all?" Dean asked. Bobby frowned again.

"A lot of evidence points to a demon attack," he said, "I mean, there was lightning storms recently in that area, the lights were flickering, the fire… But then, you said you saw someone come in.

"Two someone's…" Leah added. Bobby nodded.

"I mean, it could've been a demon possessing someone…" Leah added.

"You and your brother were wearing demon repelling charms, right…?" Bobby asked. Leah nodded.

"That's where is stumps me," Bobby said. It got quiet again.

"I think we need to treat it like it's a demon," Dean said, "despite all the other crap. Maybe it's some new and improved demon or something. They get better every time we come across another…"

"I mean, we do have the knife," Sam added quietly to his brother. Leah looked up.

"Knife?" she asked curiously. Bobby, Dean, and Sam exchanged glances. Dean shifted uncomfortably. Leah grimaced.

"God, you still don't trust me do you?" she said.

"Well, we have to um… take care of our property," Dean started.

"Fine. I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Leah interrupted. Sam looked at her, confused.

"It's no demon-slaying knife, I'll tell you that," Leah added.

"Wait— you know?" Sam asked, bewildered.

"C'mon, who hasn't heard of the Winchester boys and their knife? I hear it comes in handy in tight spots," Leah replied.

"Y-yeah," Sam replied, unsure of what to say. He glanced at Dean. Slowly he pulled out the knife and handed it to Leah. She took it, fingering it gently. She glanced over its light bronzed-coloured blade and its dark handle. She inspected it closely, looking over its strange and peculiar markings in curiosity. When she finished looking at it, she handed it back to Sam. Dean seemed to breathe easier when she did. Leah ignored him.

"So… what did you mean by 'I'll show you mine?'" Sam asked after pocketing the knife. Leah stood. "Be right back," she said, and then in a flash she was out of the room.

Outside, Leah pulled out her rack of weapons on her motorcycle. She stared at the narrow box hidden inside the motorcycle. She had not touched it since she took it from the burning Cadillac. She did not even know what was inside of it. After a moment's hesitation, Leah snatched the box, closed the rack, and then quickly headed back inside.

Bobby, Dean, and Sam were waiting patiently. Leah walked in clutching the box tightly.

"My brother gave it to me before he….died," she said.

"I don't even know what it is," she added.

"He did tell me it's a weapon though," Leah said when she saw Sam's confused expression.

"Well let's see it then," Bobby chimed in. Leah nodded. Taking a deep breath, she opened the box, and then flipped it over to let whatever was inside come tumbling out. Leah caught the object as it dropped out. Her eyes widened in marvel and confusion at the heavy object.

"A sword?" Dean said in a disgusted tone, "Nice." Leah ignored him, turning the sword over in her hand. It was not very long, and it had an odd shaped serrated black. Its black handle was kind of think with an easy grip. Sam stood and walked over to Leah.

"Can I…?" he asked. Leah nodded, handing him the sword. Sam carefully took it. He examined it, taking in all the details like Leah did with the knife.

"It's amazing…" he whispered.

"It's a sword," Dean replied, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, but it's super old…I mean, fourteenth century old. Or older…" Sam retorted.

"It's in such a good shape though," Bobby said.

"Where did your brother get this?" Sam asked, handing the sword back to Leah.

"He just said a friend gave it to him…" Leah replied.

"He didn't say anything else?" Sam asked.

"Sam, he was in his dying moments. He couldn't even hardly speak," Leah answered.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean—" Sam started, Leah shook her head.

'No, it's okay," she said.

"Sorry to break up the sweet moment, but we have a bigger picture to solve," Dean interrupted. Leah put the sword back sharply in the box, glaring at Dean.

"Well I agree with Dean," Bobby said quietly, "we should treat this like a demon attack."

"Well how? How are we going to find it?" Leah asked.

"The traditional way," Dean replied, smirking at Leah, "look." Leah glared hard at Dean.

"That's not what I mean," she said finally, looking away, "how will we find this one?" How will we know where to look?"

"I guess we'll just have to follow the signs," Sam replied.

"Did anything weird or unusual, for you anyway, happen the week prior to the fire?" he added.

"We had only been there a couple days," Leah started, "but now, not really." Sam frowned, thinking.

"We could call Ruby…" he said quietly to Dean. Dean grimaced, obviously hating that idea.

"Ruby?" Leah asked curiously. Sam glanced at her.

"Um… a friend," he replied. Leah hesitated, wanting to question more, but nodded to leave it at that.

"I guess…" Dean said quietly through gritted teeth. Sam nodded.

"In the meantime, we should keep an eye out on lightning storms and fires. We can head to the towns, check things out, kill a few demons," Sam said.
"Sounds good to me," Leah said suddenly jumping up. Dean looked slightly surprised. Leah noticed.

"I want to find out who or what, killed my brother and wrecked my car, and I don't care how many demons I get in the process," Leah explained fiercely. Dean grinned in satisfaction.

"Well, you guys go," Bobby said, "I'll do more research to see what I can dig up. I'll call if I get any leads."

"Thanks Bobby," Sam said, smiling slightly at him.

Bobby followed them out to their car. Leah glanced at her bike. She bit her lip uncertainly.

"I…I think I'll ride with you guys," she said quietly.

"What? Now you want to?"Dean replied.

"What about your bike?" Sam asked.

"You're not tying it to my car," Dean said roughly.

"Oh don't get your jeans in a knot," Leah snapped at Dean, "I'll leave it here with Bobby. I trust him."

"God woman, make up your mind," Dean grumbled, opening the driver's side door to the Impala.

"God, you guys haven't even known each other but a couple days and you're already acting like a family," Bobby chimed in.

"Is that a compliment?" Leah questioned with a tone of uncertainty, half-way serious. Bobby shrugged, and then grinned slightly. Leah shook her head, and then pulled out the weapon rack on her motorcycle. She grabbed most of what she could, leaving the more unneeded items on it. Sam opened the trunk of the Impala for her and she carefully loaded her supplies into their already nicely stocked trunk. Carefully, Leah took her brother's large, curved, serrated knife and sheathed it, then placed it insider her jacket.

"You keep that with you/" Sam asked curiously.

"It was Peter's… his favorite. It's a good knife," Leah replied. Sam nodded, solemnly. Leah then closed the trunk.

"Thanks again Bobby," Sam said as he opened the passenger's side door. Leah opened the back door. Bobby nodded.

"And take care of my bike," Leah said, grinning. Bobby grinned back.

"Don't worry about it," he said. Leah closed the door.

"Okay, get movin'," she said. Dean mumbled something under his breath and cranked the car. Leah leaned back in her seat smiling. The inside of the Impala smelled like her brother's Cadillac. Finally the engine purred to life and Leah sighed inwardly. It was going to be a long trip.

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