Something always called out to Leslie and at first she thought she was going crazy. If some normal person said she felt certain things about certain people you would think she was crazy too. It wasn't until later that her mother let her in on the family secret. She came from a long line of witches. And that confession led her to a new life purpose. She wasn't a cashier anymore with nothing to look forward to. She would make something out of her life.

Attaching herself to Jenny gave her multiple options when it came to honing her skills. The other three of the coven were a lot less talented than she was but Leslie didn't bother helping them. They helped her increase her power even if most of them only wanted little things here and there. A raise at work or a free shopping spree. Even Jenny dragging Andrew in made Leslie uncomfortable until he asked for a new car. They never saw the big picture. Standing on the edge of the building keeping her eyes trained on the motel door Leslie saw the bigger picture. And she was one step closer to making her increasingly more powerful than she could have ever dreamed.

"Is it time?" Amber's meek voice made Leslie want to slit her throat but she ignored the feeling. It wasn't good to act on every feeling she felt especially when that annoying voice belonged to someone in the coven.

"No. Be patient." Amber's mumbling was growing by the minute but Leslie just tightened her hands and kept up her vigil. To Leslie's delight the old man finally drove into the parking lot and entered the motel. She could feel the anxiety that came from him but she was relatively surprised she didn't feel fear. She wouldn't worry about it though. Soon enough everyone would fear her. She masked her face quickly as Amber stepped from behind her to wait and hope the man left soon. Leslie knew the man would leave quickly hoping to destroy the altar that kept the Winchesters sleeping. He would go after Jenny. After all she was the leader of the coven. The one who supposedly brought all of them together. Leslie was a new addition and her thoughts were held tightly to the chest. The coven didn't need to know exactly what she was thinking. Another minute goes by and the old man leaves the motel in a rush leaving the waiting witches satisfied.

"Now?" Leslie waited to respond to Amber's question until she knew the truck was gone from the parking lot and probably down the street. When she was confident enough that the man wasn't coming back she bent down and picked up the gasoline can.

"Now." Amber ran towards the motel door at a full sprint and Leslie could almost taste the fear off of her. Amber was always not so willing to do anything for power and even now she hated what she was about to do. A quick persuasion from Leslie about how the Winchesters were murderers and Amber was all willing to torch the place. By the time Leslie reached the motel door Amber had all ready picked the lock and was opening the door quietly. Leslie reached over and pushed the door open with a bang while giving Amber an angry look.

"They won't wake up until the hunter destroys the altar. Now hurry. We don't have much time." Amber just nodded her head as she ran for the bathroom to soak it in gasoline. They wouldn't be able to make their escape from the bathroom window. Leslie closed the door behind her and brought out the chalk. She drew on the door a symbol that the demon only trusted her with. She would draw the symbol on the other side of the door when they left. The Winchesters wouldn't be able to escape through the door no matter how hard they tried. Leslie moved over to the window to repeat the process making sure all their escape routes were closed off to them.

Turning from her work she looked down at the Winchester on the bed. She wasn't sure whether it was Sam or Dean but she didn't really care. Looking to the right she saw the other Winchester sleeping on the floor. Amber was soaking the walls around him and Leslie knew that one would probably burn first.

"Douse him." Leslie said to Amber and the startled girl stopped her work to look at the tall figure on the ground. She seemed to think for a moment before splashing the rest of her gasoline on him. The Winchester didn't move a muscle and Leslie knew it was from the spell. However, she knew the man would destroy the altar soon and the spell would be gone. Leslie picked up the gasoline she brought with her and threw most of it on the two beds including the sleeping Winchester there. There would be no mistake that the men would burn. Once the fire reached them they wouldn't stand a chance. A moan from the one on the bed had Leslie stopping in her tracks and dropping the gasoline on the floor.

"Amber. Let's go."

"But I haven't..."

"Now!" The girl jumped over the man sleeping on the floor and ran to the door. Leslie dumped over the gasoline she had left with her foot before grabbing her lighter in one hand and the chalk in the other. A movement from the bed had her looking and seeing the Winchester push himself onto his elbows. His eyes grew wide immediately and Leslie knew he smelled the gas. He looked over at her as she flicked the lighter on and threw it at him. Leslie never saw someone move so fast as he rolled off the bed to hit the ground on all fours. The lighter engulfed the bed he was laying on and took a path towards the gasoline covered wall. Leslie closed the door behind her and hastily drew the symbol onto the door. After finishing she ran to the window and started drawing the same thing. She wasn't expecting opposition so when a chair crashed through the window she cried out in surprise. She stepped backwards to see the previous sleeping man stare at her through the broken window before turning to go back for something in the room.

"We have to go!" Amber was pulling her away even as Leslie watched all her dreams vanish. She failed. He would not be pleased. Leslie followed Amber as they both ran to the woods that were positioned behind the motel trying to get over her loss. Perhaps if she continued running the demon wouldn't find her. She knew that it was hopeless and that wherever she ran it would find her. She was linked to the demon and she had nowhere to run. Amber grabbed her arm and stopped her forward momentum through the trees.

"What?" Her yell at the girl quickly faded to a slight whimper as she saw Amber's completely black eyes staring back at her. Leslie immediately fell to the knees ready to beg for forgiveness.

"Get off of your knees girl." Leslie complied immediately but she continued holding her head down more out of fear than respect.

"You failed me. The Winchesters were supposed to burn. Both of them."

"I know. I'm sorry. Please. They woke up too soon."

"I gave you enough time. I am very disappointed."

"Please. I..."

"Please what? Please spare me? Please rip my intestines out through my bellybutton?"

Leslie went quiet silently praying to whatever god would hear her for mercy.

"I'm not going to kill you. You could still be useful. Did any Winchester see you?"

"Yes. The one on the bed saw me."

"Dean. Don't worry girl. You still have time to please me yet." Amber's arm went around Leslie's shoulder and guided her farther into the woods. Farther away from the now fully burning motel.