When he woke up, the sun was about to set across the Boston horizon. It must of been six, he noted as he woke up, stretching. He, himself was sore, but Sam was no where to be found. "Probably out at the library-" Dean mused. He had known that his brother had recently gotten more 'in' to the family business, and that he was looking forward to getting back on the road. But could Dean leave this girl with nothing? No family, no real job. She was so sheltered that Dean wasn't sure if she could survive on her own.

But could he really make it without her either? For just once in his lifetime he had found clarity. Leah was almost like a rock for him, a constant, and for once in his life he didn't have to be strong. He could show weakness. He could talk to her without saying any thing at all, and even if he did say something, he didn't have to worry about sounding stupid. The things that Sam couldn't understand, she seemed to, and things he didn't understand, she seemed to know everything about.

It was weird, almost Supernatural how two people could meet in a situation so unusual by luck or chance, and then seem to be perfect for each other.

"Oh, Shit!" Dean murmured, making a relization about his life, and then muttered three words he had never said before. "I think I love her-"

He left the hotel room later, after checking Leah was still fast asleep. He didn't want her to wake up alone as he ran across the street to a small diner to get some soup. It had been a while since he had eaten some real home cooking, but he was suprised when the women handed him a can of unopened Campbell's soup.

"What's this?" Dean asked a plump woman behind the counter, grease stains all over her apron, oily hair in a black hair net. He had been to some shabby restaurants before, but this as a whole new level of scoffing people off.

"You ordered soup-" the woman said.

"Well, yeah...But I wanted it cooked..." Dean spoke the woman replying "Well, what do you think this is, the freaking Hilton?"

"No, definitely not-" Dean said as he rolled his eyes. "But it did say full service on the outside-"

"And I am serving you fully-" The woman spat, ringing up the soup at an overpriced five dollars and seventy five cents.

Dean returned to the hotel room a little pissed off. He saw Leah twitch in her sleep. She was dreaming. Suddenly, her eyes opened up as she took a deep breath.

"I went to go and get you soup-" Dean spoke, "But it was a sort of trashy diner, so all I have is the can-"

"I can make that-" Leah said, making an attempt to get up.

"No, that's Ok-" Dean said frantically. "Just tell me how to do it-"

"I can handle it. It doesn't hurt that bad." Leah spoke, though her movements were that of a decrepit elder. "Besides-" She spoke, a smirk on her face. "You look like the kind of guy who can burn cold oatmeal."

"This is true-" Dean sighed. "But, are you sure?" he spoke, though she cut him off.

"Don't baby me, Winchester."

Dean smirked. She was quite the little firecracker. Then Leah did something that opened more doors than he ever thought possible. She got the coffee pot, pouring the chicken noodle soup into it, and adding the cup of water. Then she let the coffee maker heat up the soup. The fact that Dean himself had never thought of the idea made him all the more enthralled with this new discovery.

"That's brilliant-" Dean said after a few minutes, pouring the soup into two coffee mugs that came with there room. He left some in the pot for Sam. "Where did you learn that?"

"My dad, he is- was a little bit eccentric, you know. He has- had... a bit of a paranoia of stoves. We had an old gas model, and a wooden house. It was all we had at the time, and the plantation wasn't really bringing in a lot of money. We couldn't afford to rebuild the house if anything ever happened to it. Sparks and dry wood don't mix, but at the same time, the old man could never really give up his foldgers coffee." She laughed. "My father was a mountain of a man, but the idea was a bit crazy. Actually, no. It was crazy." Her smile faded. "But then again, he didn't appear to have all his marbles in the jar."

Dean could see it. She was stirring with questions, but she held them because she was too scared, or it was too painful. Dean had to kneed it into his mind. That it had only been fourteen hours since she had been orphaned, not nearly enough time for it to sink in, though he was suprised that she was doing such a good job at maintaining her own sanity. When his dad had left, he was going out of his mind for at least half a week with worry before he went to see Sam. He was still worried about him, but he was almost positive that he was alright. He just had a feeling.

He had been having a lot of those feeling lately. Ones of content ness, and he was happy with that. In his own heart, he felt greif, too. The night before was only the third time he had ever killed a man, especially in cold blood, but he knew he shouldn't feel that way. Leah's father wasn't a man anymore. He was a monster, a demon of the worst sort that had killed millions of people over the years.

He sighed as he watched her eat her soup, looking for like a little kid, sucking noodles through her mouth, using her fingers to eat. A thought crossed his mind as a smile crept across his face, though he kept it to himself. "So-" he asked. "Do you want to go bowling tonight for your birthday?"

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Bowling.

He wanted to go bowling. She had just lost her father, her life, and every since if safety she had ever had, and he wanted to go- bowling? "Sure" She said, putting on a smile that could win an Oscar. He gently kissed the top of her forehead as he took her into his arms. She hid behind her smile, her humor, and her wit. Just like she always did. Even she, Leah, the keeper of all secrets, enclosed and wrapped away like a locket held close to her chest, or precious jewels was wearing thin.

She knew the way Dean looked at her, like she was the only one in the room, like the way her father used to look at her mother. She knew that he loved her. But he knew nothing about her. She had only just found the half of it. Even if he knew everything about her, inside and out, she didn't think that she could love him, even then. It was almost like an incapability for her. She was damaged goods. He should just throw her out like everyone else did. But still, he held her in his arms, and never did she feel so full of warmth.

What was so great about her any ways?

She was a coward and weak. She hid behind her faith. God, she was stupid. She had given her life for her father and mother. Every god damn day she helped them out with the farm and plantation. She spent most of her life picking the cotton seeds out of the cotton until her fingers were bloody and raw, because they didn't have enough money to buy a gin. Then she cooked them dinner and went to church singing and praising god. What had god ever done for her except punish her, taking everything she had ever loved or cared for.

There was no god. Not for her.

"Dean?" she asked as he leaned his head on hers.

"Hmmph" Dean muttered. It was amazing how much sleep that boy could take and still be exhausted.

"Do you believe in heaven?"

Dean's eyes opened wide. Now THAT was a challenging question. He had thought a lot and often. where did all the ghosts that he banished. And if demons come from hell, that meant that there had to be a heaven, didn't it? "Yea" Dean said. "Yes, I think I do. He looked at her, stroking her bangs away from her eyes. "Why do you ask?" He looked into her eyes.

"No reason-" Leah spoke. "It's just that I think I relised the truth about a part of myself."

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A bit boring of a chapter, but If you think the story is done, you are very wrong. Keep reading! It get's better, and the next two chapters are going to be jam packed with information. I am trying to get them up as fast as I can. Read and Review, and as always, I will take your suggestions to heart. Be safe, Love Aiden.