Sam had trouble sleeping that night, as he had the night before, a constant feeling of uneasiness coming over him. He smirked, a dim light illuminating the room as he saw Dean and Leah, cuddled in each others arms asleep, quite ovbiously not sharing Sam's restlessness.

He just felt like what they had done was so unfinished. It was too sloppy and spur of the moment, for him. He just felt- it was too hard to explain but the feeling had drove him to near insanity spending time at the library looking for answers.

What he found was questioning, to say the least. There were only a few links that had shown up when he had googled it, three of them being unusual church links, another to an Irish website. It said that Malakai that once Malakai had been killed for the first time, he was resurected as a deamon, and cursed by his son so that he was never able to gain power again in hell.

The Dulahan was the most feared demon in all of Irish history, haunting five families. Conner, Potts, O'Neill, O'Brian, and Phillips.

It was said that the Dulahan, half man, half horse, resembling the Centaur would stand on Illin Hill, on a full moon and yell the name of his victim, usually a young women that he would personally escort to hell. A man had stated that he had once saw the Dulahan, but covered his ears for fear that the name the Dulahan would yell would be his. A hour later, a teenager was found dear in a car crash on the road that went through the hill. But the Dulahan was strictly Ireland.

Still, his head filled with thoughts. Could it be that the Dulahan, or Malakai, or whoever had been hunting five families, instead of just five totally random girls. Thinking back, Leah Cunningham- that was an Irish name.

"Leah-" Sam wispered, prodding the girl with his foot from the bed over. "Leah, wake up!"

Her resurrection from dreamland was much less grace full that Sam had anticipated it to be as she shot up from her bed, coughing. "Who's there?" She wispered.

"It's OK- It's just me- Sam" he clarified, hoping that the girl wouldn't make anymore noise. If Dean woke up, Sam would pretty much be dead.

"Sam, what do you want?" Leah said in that voice. The one that was traditional of a non-morning person, although it was about two o'clock, according to the small black alarm clock that sat in the corner.

"I was just wondering- Are you Irish?"

"Yeah-" Leah said, her voice changing to one that sounded happy. "My mother was born there. In the countryside, about seventy-five miles west of Dublin. In a little town called Larne."

"What was your mothers maiden name?" Sam asked

"Fiona O'Neill" Leah spoke.

"Okay-" Sam said, a wry smile on his face. "Just wondering-"

As soon as Leah's breathing had returned to the shallow, rythmic respiration of someone in a deep sleep Sam heard Dean's voice. "What was all that about?" He asked. Sam could tell that Dean had never even been to sleep.

"You heard everything?" Sam asked.

"Yeah-" Dean clarified. "And unless you have an unusual obsession with peoples ethnic backgrounds- I suggest you spill-"

Sam uttered four words.

"We have to talk."

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When Sam woke up, Lean and Dean were gone, probably making out in some alley, or in the back of the library, but Dean had left a little gift for him. He found it as soon as he looked in the mirror. On his forehead, written in ballpoint pen was "'Meet Me at eaight o'clock- the hotel lobby'"

"Ass hole-" Sam muttered as he jumped into the shower.

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Leah looked at Dean, mouth agape. He had just told her the story of his life, and what he really did for a living. It was so unusual- and, she just hadn't expected it. That someone would give up virtually every possible chance of them having a normal life, just to chase ghosts. But at the same time, there was such a noble sense about it. Dean and Sam risking their lives for people that they had never met. It was sort of romantic. Almost like a story. The classic bad boy with the tragic past.

"What ever happened to you mom?" Leah asked.

Dean spoke slowly, calculating every word. It was ovbious that this was pailful to him. "I just remember the fire- her totally engulfed in flame on the ceiling-"

"Do you remember her?" Leah asked, her voice with a dream like quality to it.

"Just the little things-" Dean spoke, thinking back. "The kind of shampoo that she used, the sound of her laugh, How every Saturday she would make me and Sammy dinosaur blueberry pancakes. We were so- stubborn back then. I just- I dunno" he muttered. "It's just weird how one thing can change your life so much-"

"I want to go with you-"

"What?" Dean asked.

"I want to go hunting with you when you decide to leave." Leah spoke, her words defiant and confidant, as if there was no way to talk her out of the concept.

"No way-" Dean said, as stubborn as Leah sounded. "No way in freaking hell-"

"Why not?"

"You don't understand-" Dean said, trying to explain the dangers of hunting to her. He found it hard to break the reality to this person, to this pure being. She was just being irrational. "It's dangerous. So dangerous. Just this year I've broken seven bones. Every trip that we take, there is a more than reasonable chance that we won't be coming back. We may not ever be able to walk out of a situation alive-"

"No, you don't understand-" Leah contradicted, starting to yell in frustration of the thought of being left alone. "All my life is now is flashbacks and memories. One or two photographs. I never kept a job for more than a few months. I've never done anything. There's nothing left for me here, Dean. I have to get out of here. I can't stay in this god damn town. if I stay- I don't. I don't know if I'll make it!-"

"You cant go!" Dean yelled.

"Why the hell not!" She yelled back. She felt tears come to her eyes.

"Because if anything ever happened to you I would never forgive myself-" Dean yelled, but he calmed himself. "I would never forgive myself." For the first time, he showed hint of pain at the thought. This must of been how Sam felt when he lost Jessica. God, he had been such an ass. "Besides-" Dean said cautiously, trying to avoid any 'chick flick' moments. "You wouldn't know how to defend yourself-"

"Dean, are you kidding me?" Leah asked, looking at him as if his eyes were falling out of his head. "You grew up in Kansas. You should know about plantations. I learned how to shoot a gun before I could tie my own shoes."

A smile spread across his face.

"You have a minipulative personality-"

"Is it working?"

"Maybe just a little bit." Dean said, getting up.

"Where are you going?" Leah asked.

"I have to meet Sam. I'll see you later-"

Leah smiled, noticing where they were sitting. The place where four weeks earlier, Dean had walked into her life with that stupid Led Zeppelin tee shirt and dorky smile. He had such a way of presenting himself. He was confident. Almost too confident. Suddenly, a thought came to her mind. Her house. She had to go there. Just to stop by and get her stuff. A backpack of clothes, a toothbrush, and some pictures. It wouldn't take her too long. The plantation was only a two mile walk. Sam and Deans meeting could last an hour, or only minutes.

She got up, and started walking leaving a note in the park that she had gone back to her home. That way, if Dean came back for her, he would know where she was.

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I am super excited about the next chapter so I am going to try to get it up in the next couple of hours. It is super exciting. Read and Review, please. I really do look to the reviews for encouragement.

Love, Aiden.