As soon as Sam got to the library, he headed towards the Internet, looking up information on those four girls. And as soon as Dean saw Sam was intrigued in whatever garbage he was reading, Dean shot out the door.

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She say. Just sat as she watched the provoberial sun shine through the maple leaves from under a tree. It was just so beautiful, so unusual for that time of day. She was intrigued by this little act of nature.

"What are you doing?" Dean said, sitting down next to her.

"Just reflecting" She smiled. He loved it when she smiled. She shifted as he stared at her, making her feel almost unbelievably uncomfortable, like he was looking right through her, into her soul.

"I've been thinkin'about you" Dean said, smiling as she replied, "What a qoinkidink."

Dean smiled as he grabbed her hand. She did something he had expected- pulled away. "I've never really done this before" she said, speaking slowly in her sultry voice. "so let's just take it slow."

Dean stared at her almost unbelievingly. It was so hard to belive that a girl this beautiful and charming had never been in a relationship before. But at the same time, her essence was so glorious that it seemed ovbious that she had never been with a guy. She was virginal and innocent, and Dean almost hated himself for trying to damage that- almost as if he was destroying the only little piece of heaven left on earth.

He must of blushed because Leah had a horrified look on her face as she got up, speaking in a panicked voice. "I'm sorry. Really. I just thought we were, that we might be starting a relationship."

Dean looked at her. 'God Damn pale skin.' he noted in his mind before saying. "No-no. That's not what I meant."

"No. Maybe you should just go home while I cry in embarrassment and pull my hair out. Are bars open this early?" Lean said as she picked up her bag.

It may of been too tacky, or too corny, but it was all Dean could do as he grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her lightly against the tree. As their lips met, and they explored the layouts of each others mouths, it was like their souls merged, like they shared the deepest of emotions, a connection so rare that it only came around once in a lifetime. "Don't ever tell me what to do" he smiled, as he pulled away.

She was so suprised, so taken aback, still holding onto the kiss that all she could do was nod. She had the taste of Dean Winchester on her lips, her eyes still closed, wishing that he would kiss her again. It was everything she had hoped a kiss with him would be. "Not exactly taking it slow, but I'll cut you some slack." She smiled as she felt him place his hand in the back pocket of her jeans.

"Do I still get an 'A' for effort?" Dean asked

"Maybe a 'C-'" Leah stated

"Well, I was never a scholar" Dean said, wanting to kick Sam in the balls when his cell phone rang. "That's my brother, which means that he knows I left him at the library, which also means-"

"That you have to go-" Leah said, finishing his sentence for him. "It's Ok. I understand."

"Can I see you tonight?" Dean asked.

"Sure. I'll have to sneak out, but I should probably be able to get out of my house around ten. That's when my dad gets home and goes to bed. I hope your going to buy me a drink. It's a special occasion-"

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"Today is my 23rd birthday."

"Then a drink I will buy. See you later, Leah." Dean said, giving her a kiss on the cheek, and leaving the happiest moment of his life.

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When he got to he library, he made sure to give not one but to swift kicks to the privates.

"What the hell?" Sam coughed moments later.

"That's what you get for making me leave a business situation-"

"Yeah, more like banging your girl of the week-"

Dean kicked him again, this time meaning it. "Don't talk about Leah like that."

"Yeah, well forgive me. I don't much fancy your new girlfriend right now. Belive it or not, their are more important things in hand. Now, if it isn't too much trouble, Prince Dean. Do you mind telling me your story now, I mean, If I am not pulling you away from something more important-"

"That's your magesty to you" Dean muttered as he walked back to the computers.

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He opened his fathers leather bound notebook with great care, as if it was the most important thing on the planet, or an important jewel. To Dean, that was what it was. The last remaining tie between a father and son. He had heard the story of the chosen one only once, and it was also the only time that Dean's father had ever let him wright in the sacred book. Dean flipped through the pages, and stopped at the one that held his barely legible handwrighting. He read the story aloud.

"Malakai was around in the very beginning. Before day and night, heaven and hell. The first evil, responsible for the very creation of Satan. He was the ruler of hell, but had been overthrown by his son, Satan who had just been banished from heaven for thinking that he was better than god. Betrayed by his son, abolished from hell, he was faced with an impossible task. To take the shape of a human, to possess man, find the perfect location where the landmarks formed a pentagram, where five children had been born, and kill them at the exact time of their births. The births all had to be within three months. Then that land would open the gateway to hell, in which he could return and take revenge on his son."

"At first, Malakai thought that this was an insult to his intelligence, to condemn him to a mans body. A creature so weak and to be given a task so simple. Don't forget that we are messing with the first evil, who can kill hundreds with a sway of hand. As he possessed his first man, who was some Egyptian king in Moses's time, he relised that he was burdened with man's imperfections. All the emotions if regret and remorse and love and hope, that ultimately, he killed himself."

"He was only given a change to open the gates of hell every 53 years, and posed as some of the most horrible men a women of all time. Adolf Hitler, Liz the first, Neffi, and Alan Gray, the commander of the Scottish army, but in every attempt emotion took control of him. He either killed himself, or was killed. I guess 53 years is up, and he has found his four girls-"

"Which means that we are looking at a modern day Apocalypse." Sam muttered. He looked at Dean. "Don't you think Dad should help us out with this one. I don't want to sound negative, but this is way beyond us. I mean, we do hauntings and stuff.I don't think we can handle this."

"Don't be a wuss."

That was what he got. Instead of a brotherly speech, he got, 'Don't be a wuss'. really motivational.

"It's really not that hard, Sam."Dean muttered. "All we have to do is find the location and kill the bad guy. Send him back to hell."

"Do we really want to send the first evil back to hell? Dean, listen to yourself."

Dean's eyes opened wide. "You're right."

"So.. what are we going to do?" Sam asked. Dean smiled when he saw the way Sam looked at him. It was the same way Sam had looked at him when they were kids. It was always. "Why?""Why Dean?" "Why is the sky blue, Dean?""Why does boiling water never get hotter than 212 degrees?""Why is your eye all purple Dean?" Then it hit him, his secondary memory coming into place. When he had dropped Leah off at the plantation their were five houses. Hers being the farthest back. If you drew a straight line between them, it made a pentagram.

Leah's birthday had been today.

"Son of a bitch-" He muttered, looking as if he had just been smacked in the face. He stood up, speed walking outside.

"What's the matter? Dean?" Sam asked, fallowing his brother outside.

"Get in the car, Sam" Dean spoke.

"Where are we going?"

"Get in the god damn car, Sam" Dean yelled, walking over to Sam and showing him in the car, him driving away.

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I bet you can see where this is going. Ha, Read and Review. Love, Aiden.